The Type 97 medium tank that Takao Maeda was riding in happened to be in the middle of the two gourds.
The road here is only more than three meters wide. The second battalion commander was afraid that the ambush would be discovered by the Japanese if he ambush too close. There were no ambush soldiers here.
Although the machine guns on the flanks killed the Japanese pilot and the heavy machine gunner on the left, Takao Maeda and Yoshiyoshi Minamoto in the turret were fine.
A nearby bazooka team fired two rounds but failed to hit the Japanese tank.
The soldiers who did not believe in evil carried the rocket launcher directly to the top of the Japanese tank, aimed at it and fired.
The rocket hit the Japanese tank almost as soon as it flew out.
Maeda Takao was cleaning the minced meat when he heard a huge explosion and felt a blaze enveloping him. Huge pain filled him in an instant. His body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then he fell into boundless darkness and loneliness.
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With the roar of this Japanese tank, a fireball rose up, and finally turned into a puff of gunpowder smoke and swept up. The fuel tank was also detonated, and the raging fire enveloped the entire tank.
Li Yunlong only killed one tank, and saw that almost all the remaining tanks were misfired.
The bazooka groups were using rocket launchers to target the misfiring Japs tanks one by one.
Seeing that there were still a lot of artillery shells in the drum, Li Yunlong immediately turned the muzzle and fired at the Japanese infantry prostrate on the ground.
The tongues of fire extended in an instant, instantly setting off two half-meter-high bullet marks of dirt and gravel on the ground. These two bullet marks quickly ran over the Japanese.
Regardless of whether they were dead or not dead, they were immediately beaten into pieces.
"Haha... this machine gun is more powerful than Political Commissar Zhao's broken gun!"
While Li Yunlong was laughing, he suddenly found that the cannon stopped shaking when he pressed the weight, and he immediately realized that he had fired all the shells.
"Load, load labor!"
The soldiers of the machine gun company behind quickly removed the magazine drum and placed the machine gun shells filled with new drum magazines on the machine gun.
"Commander, if you fire another drum, you will need to replace the barrel." A soldier from the machine gun company reminded.
Soldiers usually fire long bursts. Like Li Yunlong, who uses the extravagant method of holding down the weight and not releasing it, the barrel of the machine gun will soon become hot.
Fortunately, Chen Feng has given each machine gun enough barrels and other parts, and it only takes more than two minutes to replace the barrel of this machine gun.
"Got it." Li Yunlong responded, and pressed the iron bar toward the Japanese infantry again.
Compared with Zhao Gang's large-mouth sniper rifle that can strike accurately, Li Yunlong prefers this wild and rough machine gun. It is simply too good to use it to fight Japanese tanks and infantry.
Li Yunlong had just finished firing another shuttle and was about to pause before firing again when he suddenly found someone tapping his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw Zhao Gang bending behind him.
Zhao Gang shouted loudly: "Commander, all the Japanese tanks have been hit by rockets. Are you going to launch a general attack on the Japanese now?"
Li Yunlong looked back, and sure enough, all the Japanese tanks on their side were ablaze.
"Where is the Third Battalion?" Li Yunlong asked, "How is the situation there?"
Zhao Gang said: "It's almost the same over there. Basically all the Japanese tanks were hit, and the remaining Japanese were all pinned down on the road and couldn't lift their heads."
"Wait a little longer." Li Yunlong thought for a while and said, "Wait until the shells in the Japanese tanks explode."
The artillery shells in the Japanese tanks were placed in the shell bay. When the rockets were fired, Li Yunlong clearly felt that some of the shells in the tanks had not yet exploded.
The power of dozens or hundreds of shells exploding at the same time is still very powerful.
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On a dirt slope 1.5 kilometers away.
Although it was unclear what happened to the Japs in Hulugou, the Eighth Route Army on both sides was still there, and the sound of gunfire became increasingly sparse, which meant that the Japs tanks had been eliminated.
Chu Yunfei, Fang Ligong and Sun Ming were all stunned and looked at each other.
"Team leader, am I not dreaming?" Fang Ligong looked in disbelief, "The Eighth Route Army actually won the battle? Really wiped out a Japanese tank regiment?"
Chu Yunfei also sighed: "It's unbelievable. To be honest, I feel like I'm in a dream."
"This is the Japanese tank regiment." Sun Ming couldn't help but say, "Since the July 7th Incident, no unit has ever been able to achieve such a record."
In the Battle of Nomenkan, nearly a thousand tanks and armored vehicles of a Soviet armored group caused the Japanese army to suffer huge losses.
The number of Japanese soldiers killed by tank shelling and aerial bombs alone reached 60% of the death toll.
This astonishing data made the Japanese Army determined to expand its tank force.
But so far, the entire Japanese Army has only 11 organic tank regiments.
The rest is the tank group or tank squadron under the division or brigade.
Although Japanese tanks are famous for being thin-skinned and small, they are not easy for the Chinese army to deal with.
Even if the national army is equipped with anti-tank guns and anti-tank guns on the frontal battlefield, there is not much they can do with it.
And right before our eyes, the Japanese tank regiment was wiped out, and it was also an Eighth Route Army. This was so shocking.
"It seems that we have witnessed history and miracles." Chu Yunfei exclaimed.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chu Yunfei would never have believed that an Eighth Route Army unit could actually destroy a Japanese tank regiment.
"The main reason is that the weapons and equipment in the hands of the Eighth Route Army are so good." Fang Ligong said, "If the equipment in the hands of our 358th Regiment is so good, we can do it too."
Chu Yunfei glanced sideways at Fang Ligong. He knew that Fang Ligong had some prejudices against the Eighth Route Army. Like Principal Chang, he believed that the Eighth Route Army disobeyed the orders of the Nationalist Government's Military Commission, left the front battlefield without permission, and advanced into enemy rear areas to carry out guerrilla warfare in the name of saving lives.
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It seems that this great victory in front of him has not changed Fang Ligong's prejudice against the Eighth Route Army.
Chu Yunfei said: "In addition to weapons and equipment, this Eighth Route Commander's tactical command ability is very extraordinary. Let's go over and meet each other later."
Fang Ligong was about to persuade Chu Yunfei to have less contact with the Eighth Route Army, but the words came to his lips but he did not say them out.
No one could stop what Chu Yunfei decided to do, not even Chief Yan and Principal Chang, let alone other people's meritorious service.
Suddenly, Fang Ligong's expression changed, and there was a buzzing motor sound in his ears. He raised his head and raised his telescope to look at the southern sky. Three Japanese aircraft as big as ants appeared in the field of view of the telescope.
Fang Ligong said: "It seems that the Eighth Route Army is in trouble."
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At the same time, on the Eighth Route Army position.
All the commanders and fighters of the new regiment also heard the sound of the Japanese aircraft motor coming from the sky.
"Quick, take cover, everyone lies down!" Zhao Gang shouted loudly, "Ready the machine guns for air defense!"
When the soldiers heard the order, they fell down one after another.
"Lie down, why lie down?" Li Yunlong shouted loudly, "Commander, blow the charge horn for me, go to the highway and fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese!"
"The machine guns stay in place and prepare for air defense!"
The soldiers were too densely packed on the battlefield. When the enemy planes came, they would sweep away a large area. This would be a huge disadvantage.
Although there were not many Japs left on the road, if the soldiers rushed down and mixed with the Japs, it would be difficult for the Japs' planes to fire.
This is the experience accumulated by the Eighth Route Army at a heavy cost many times. The same goes for other Eighth Route troops fighting against the Japs. In order to prevent the Japs’ heavy weapons from taking advantage of them, soldiers often choose to fight hand-to-hand with the Japs during battles and get killed in hand-to-hand combat.
One earns one, and in a positional battle with the Japanese, one can only be beaten passively.
Dudududu——
The exciting and urgent charge bugle sounded immediately.
When the soldiers heard the sound of the charging horn, they felt as if they had been shot, their blood was boiling, their eyes were crazy, they jumped up from their positions and started to kill the Japanese.
"Kill!" A flood of killing cries rang out from both sides of the highway, and Eighth Route Army soldiers all over the mountains and plains went to kill the Japanese.
The Japanese who were lying on the ground actually climbed up from the ground with a roar, holding a bayonet and facing him head-on. Two waves of gray and yellow colors suddenly made a mess on the road.
It's just that there is very little yellow, and most of it is gray.
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The sky in the southwest of Hulugou.
Three planes flew in a battle formation over Hulugou.
The Type 96 attack aircraft was in front, and two Nakajima fighter jets followed behind, one on the left and one on the right to escort.
Both aircraft are Nakajima Type 1 "Falcon" fighter jets, equipped with two 12.7 mm caliber machine guns, and each fighter carries two 60 kg aerial bombs under its wings.
The weapon system of the Type 96 attack aircraft is three 7.7mm machine guns, and 10 100kg aerial bombs mounted under the wings.
The person on the right who is in charge of driving the Type 96 attack aircraft is Major Yoshinobu Kuroiwa, who leads the formation. Their mission is to rush to the rescue of the 7th Tank Regiment. Once they see the Eighth Route Army, they will attack them immediately.
Major Yoshinobu Kuroiwa's flight formation flew all the way north along the Tongpu Highway. Under the wings of the aircraft was the standard loess terrain of Shanxi. Only occasionally could one see a patch of woods and green.
The three planes lined up in a neat battle formation and headed straight towards Hulugou. Within 20 minutes, they saw smoke rising above the highway, almost covering half of the sky.
Yoshinobu Kuroiwa felt that this was simply the easiest flying combat mission in the world. The Eighth Route Army had no air force and no anti-aircraft weapons, so it could only be beaten on the ground.
Just like two centuries ago, the mainland Indians armed with bows, arrows and spears were fighting against the white men armed with firearms. The two sides were not on the same level at all.
In this regard, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu always feels a sense of shame, like a martial arts master attacking a defenseless child. This is really nothing to boast about.
Two Nakajima fighter jets flew up, and Yoshinobu Kuroiwa signaled to the two fighter jets at the same time that they were about to dive bomb, and you two should be my wingman cover.
Immediately, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa pulled the control stick, and the nose of the plane suddenly sank downwards, roaring across the sky and flying towards Hulugou.
Kuroiwa Yoshinobu noticed that there were no figures on both sides of the road below. As he got closer, he saw dense crowds of people on the road below, mixed with gray and yellow.
All the Japanese tanks parked on the road were destroyed, and the billowing smoke rose from these tanks.
Oh my God, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa exclaimed, what the hell happened?
Although he didn't know what happened, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu knew that the 7th Tank Regiment was finished.
After hesitating for a moment, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa released his grip on the machine gun and bomb release button, and three aircraft passed by at a very low altitude.