The battle between the Japanese soon entered a white-hot stage.

Both sides no longer had any reservations. The shells drew beautiful arcs in the air and exploded. The flames soared into the sky and the smoke filled the smoke, illuminating the already dim battlefield like daytime.

The shock waves generated by the explosion uprooted the surrounding trees, splashed gravel and dust flying, and the entire battlefield seemed to be torn to pieces by an invisible force.

The Japanese who exchanged fire on both sides began to panic, but they didn't expect that the other party would actually have large-caliber mortars.

As the roar of shells erupted one after another, the battle between the Japanese quickly escalated to an unprecedented level of tragic terror. The landing of each shell was like a heavy hammer of death, ruthlessly hitting the defense line between both sides and the psychological defense line of each Japanese.

The shock waves generated by the explosion not only uprooted the surrounding trees, but also threw soil and gravel into the air, forming airtight dust fog.

These dust and mists intertwined with gunpowder, making the entire battlefield hazy and blurry, as if enveloped by a thick layer of veil.

At this time, the Japanese were no longer able to distinguish between each other, and even the searchlight became dim and blurry at this time.

The Japanese who had fierce firefights between the two sides had completely lost their minds. Their eyes were filled with blood, their faces were covered with mud and sweat, and even blood was mixed with.

Their breathing was rapid and heavy, and each time they pulled the trigger, it seemed like they had exhausted all their strength.

The bullet whizzed through the air, with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, hitting the opponent's helmet or part of his body, making a crisp or dull sound.

Some Japanese were hit by the vitals and received lunch boxes on the spot. Some Japanese were shot but still died and lay on the ground wailing.

But soon, their voices were covered by other sounds.

Because it was at this time that the Japanese officers who came from Jinzhou found that it would be difficult to gain an advantage in a short period of time with their existing firepower alone, so he ordered all the chariots to be transferred to the front of the position and launched an attack on the strong artillery towers and fortifications in the outpost.

These chariots slowly sailed out of the woods like giant steel beasts.

The turret turned, and the black hole muzzle aimed at the artillery tower in the outpost and opened fire violently.

boom!

The first cannon sounded through the sky, deafening, as if even time was trembling.

The shells, with the breath of death, slashed the air at an astonishing speed and accurately hit a corner of a cannon building on the east side.

In an instant, bricks and stones flew, smoke rose everywhere, and a corner of the artillery tower collapsed, and dust and gravel spread around like a storm.

In the artillery tower, four Japanese were ruthlessly thrown out in the explosion.

The lights of the artillery tower swayed, and panicked Japanese men, under the lights, were pulled very long.

But at this time, the Japanese in the outpost had no time to react, and the second and third rounds of artillery bombardment followed one after another.

At this moment, artillery fire broke out, and in an instant, the entire outpost was enveloped in a sea of ​​fire and smoke.

Every shell fell, accompanied by a violent vibration. The artillery tower was shaking under continuous blows, and the fortifications were torn apart one by one. The once strong defense line seemed so fragile at this moment.

The Japanese in the outpost tried to fight back, but in the face of the powerful firepower suppression of the tanks, their gunshots seemed so insignificant that they could only shoot into the air in vain, or barely fire back a few shots in the gaps of artillery fire, but they could not stop the chariots from advancing and the rampant artillery fire.

Shunsuke Ichiro was already panicked at this time because how could their enemies have imperial chariots?

Are they just a small guerrilla team? How could their firepower be so strong?

He looked at Dragon Boat Festival hiding behind the frontline position with confusion and asked, "Old Master Sato, this is a bit wrong. How could the guerrillas have chariots? And the firepower is so strong?"

Dragon Boat Festival laughed in his heart: Because your enemy is the Japanese?

But on the surface, Dragon Boat Festival cannot say that, but explained: "This must be a chariot taken away by the guerrillas in Jinzhou."

Shunsuke Ichiro said angrily: "These guerrillas are so hateful that they actually took away the chariots of the empire. See how I blow them up."

As he said that, Shinsuke Ichiro said to his subordinates: "Go quickly, organize a suicide squad and blow up all the opponent's chariots, otherwise the outpost will not be able to be defended."

"Hi!"

The Japanese officer took the order and immediately organized a suicide squad, carrying anti-tank mines and explosive packs, and taking advantage of the night and smoke to rush towards the slowly advancing tanks.

Seeing this, the Japanese army in the direction of Jinzhou immediately entered a high alert state. The machine gunners' fingers tightly pressed the trigger, and a string of flames gushed out from their muzzles, cutting through the silence of the night, and ruthlessly shot at the suicide squads who were charging forward.

In the fire, the figures of the Japanese fell one after another, and the blood stained the land under their feet red, but it failed to stop them from moving forward.

Seeing this, the Japanese chariot quickly began to turn the guns and press them down, rushing towards the Japanese who were charging forward.

The shells, with the sound of tearing the air, bombarded accurately on the running path of the charge Japanese, causing a sea of ​​fire and a large number of sand and stones.

The Death Squad at the outpost was seriously injured. Shunsuke Ichiro felt his heart in his throat.

But at this moment, a few dull explosions came from the bottom of the tanks.

There were still some suicide squads pretending to be lying on the ground to deceive the chariot and the machine gunner behind the chariot, and successfully detonated the mines and explosives packs.

The Japanese chariots either had their tracks broken or overturned, and some of them were even blasted in the ammunition depot, and the chariots exploded violently.

For a moment, fires soared into the sky, and smoke filled the entire battlefield.

This sudden change shocked the Japanese on both sides, and the situation on the battlefield became confusing again.

Losing the support of the chariot, the Japanese from Jinzhou, which originally had the advantage of firepower, began to appear a little panicked.

The Japanese on the outpost took the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The sound of gunfire, cannons, and the sound of killing were intertwined at this moment, making the entire battlefield at this moment like a purgatory on earth!

Dragon Boat Festival looked at the scene in front of him, his mouth slightly raised, and he showed a satisfied smile.

What he wanted was this result, so that these Japanese soldiers would fight each other, and it would be better to be wiped out.

But he was a little worried at this time. As the battle continued, the Japanese on both sides gathered closer and closer.

If the Japanese from both sides meet together, then it will be bad.

Because the Japanese knew they had hit the wrong person when they met, so how could this battle continue?

Moreover, although many Japanese devils on both sides died, less than half of them really lost their combat effectiveness.

So if the Japanese stopped at this time, the consequence would be that the Japanese shook hands and made peace, and then both sides held the broken outposts, and it would still be very difficult for the guerrillas to break through.
Chapter completed!