At the top of Fengtian City, a small team of Japanese troops stood guard.
This is the shift from midnight to four in the morning, and it is also the hardest shift. During this time, people are most likely to be mentally fatigued, and their vigilance and concentration will be greatly reduced, so no one wants to work during this time.
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While yawning, several Japanese soldiers hugged the rifles in their arms tightly and chatted together. Anyway, the Fengtian city wall was more than ten meters high. It might not be that easy to climb up. Their task was relatively easy.
It was very dark, and the moon in the sky had disappeared somewhere. The Japanese on the city wall were farther away and looked a little blurry.
At the corner of the city wall, a sentry tower stood there, with two Japanese soldiers squatting inside, holding the Type 92 heavy machine gun in their hands, with the muzzles pointing out of the city.
The two machine gunners were chatting. Their position was relatively safer. Unless the opponent had a cannon, it would be a bit difficult to focus on them.
Because it was safer, the two Japanese were more relaxed.
"Mr. Zhongyuan, how long do you think this holy war will last?" A Japanese soldier looked around outside the city and turned to ask another Japanese soldier next to him.
The Japanese named Zhongyuan Jun was holding a photo in his hand, breathing carefully, then wiping it clean with his sleeve, with a happy look on his face.
The photo showed a woman holding a child. The adults and children were all smiling happily, which made Zhongyuan feel happy.
"Nakayuan-kun, I'm talking to you." The other Japs were called Ono. He saw that Zhongyuan was holding the photo and was fascinated, so he joked, "That photo is your lifeblood. You have to take it out and look at it many times every day.
Ha ha."
Nakahara-kun heard this this time. He raised his head and said with a smile, "Ono-kun, you don't know that my son was just one year old when I joined the army. Now he can leave and call me daddy."
"Nakayuan-kun, after you conquer this damn China, you can take them over and live with them. Then they won't be a family -" Ono's voice stopped abruptly, and his face was replaced by confusion and horror.
Lowering his head, Ono saw the tip of a knife protruding from his chest, with his own hot blood hanging on it, spraying out.
Before he could open his mouth, someone's big hand covered him, preventing him from making any sound. Then the saber pierced his body and stirred him hard, causing him to completely lose consciousness.
Regarding Ono's abnormal behavior, Guizi Nakahara didn't notice at all. All his attention was focused on the photo. At this time, his mind had already flown to the foot of Mount Fuji in his hometown.
He remembered that every time the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, he, who was a teacher at that time, would take his wife and son to Mount Fuji to watch the falling flowers.
I don’t know when I can go back to Mount Fuji and watch the blooming cherry blossoms with my wife and children!
With deep nostalgia, Zhongyuan suddenly realized that Ono's noise was missing. This made Zhongyuan, who was used to him, a little uncomfortable. He raised his head and looked towards Ono, only to see him lying in a pool of blood.
"No, something happened!" Zhongyuan's heart trembled. He realized that an enemy was coming and reached out to press the alarm button on the wall next to him.
The alarm button was successfully pressed, but there was no movement at all. This surprised him, so he pressed it hard again, and then pressed it again.
The siren still made no sound at all.
Zhongyuan seemed to understand that the line must have been cut off, so the alarm had failed. He stood up and rushed towards the machine gun, preparing to fire it.
But will the special teams teams let him start?
A saber stabbed out from the side, waiting on Zhongyuan's path. It pierced his heart easily, and then pulled it out suddenly. Then a strong force came from the neck, and the cervical vertebrae were twisted.
The head was turned one hundred and eighty degrees.
Looking at the back that he had never seen before, Zhongyuan's consciousness gradually blurred. Before he died, all he could think of was the blooming cherry blossoms and the two figures in the sea of flowers.
"Mieko, Xiao Zhongyuan, I'm sorry, I can't go back to accompany you." Zhongyuan muttered silently in his heart, and then he didn't know anything else.
After releasing Zhongyuan's body, Sun Dong waved his hand behind him, and a group of members of the Fengyan Team rushed out of the darkness and went straight to touch the other Japanese on the city wall.
It turned out that Sun Dong and the others took a helicopter to an altitude of two to three kilometers away from the city wall. Then, the team members used electric-driven delta wings to glide and successfully climbed to the top of the Japanese city. After landing in the shadow behind the guard tower,
The special forces members first cleared away the Japanese in the guard tower, and then went to touch the Japanese near the city wall.
This operation was a simultaneous operation at the four city gates in the east, west, south and north, led by Sun Dong and Lang Peng respectively. The purpose was to clear out the Japanese on the city walls.
The operation went very smoothly. The Japs on the city wall were easily eliminated under the surprise attack of the soldiers of the Fengyan Team. The Japs' wall fell into the hands of the special forces members.
Occupying the city wall is equivalent to eliminating the threat of large forces attacking the city. The next thing to do is to launch an attack.
After receiving news from other combat units and knowing that the mission had been successfully completed, Sun Dong took out the signal bomb and put it into the sky.
The signal flare this time was different from the past. It was completely in the style of fireworks. Against the blood-red background, the four golden characters "Counterattack Fengtian" were particularly obvious, hanging over Fengtian City like a huge canopy.
As the signal bomb was sent off, a loud rumble suddenly sounded outside the city, and the earth and the city wall of Fengtian trembled, as if there was an earthquake.
"What's going on?" The Japs guarding the city gate were all alerted. They didn't know what was going on, so someone opened the city gate a crack and peeked outside.
It was better not to open the door, but once I opened the door and took a quick look, all those Japs' legs weakened and they almost sat on the ground. Some even fell to the ground, trembling and unable to stand up.
The responsible Japanese team leader glanced outside the city, and then his body couldn't help trembling, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This is impossible, how could this happen?"
No wonder the Japanese were surprised, because in the night outside the city, flares rose up one after another, lighting up the night sky. Under the bright light of the flares, a row of black figures appeared on the horizon, heading towards the city gate at high speed.
Comes from location.
They were grass-green tanks with a very majestic appearance and were several sizes larger than the Japanese tanks. At this time, they were driving towards Fengtian City with their black muzzles raised and their tracks flying and rumbling.
These tanks are new from top to bottom, even the tracks are brand new, with a unique metallic luster on them, shining coldly in the night, rolling against the black soil of the Northeast, bringing up dust that covers the sky.
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The first armored formation of the Yanhuang Army has a total of twenty-four Hurricane 1 tanks produced in the first batch of the arsenal and twelve armored personnel carriers. In addition, there is also a motorized infantry team composed of one hundred sidecar motorcycles.
It is the most mobile team in Huxiaoling.
For this counterattack on Fengtian City, Luo Xiao mobilized half of the tanks of the first armored formation. Twelve tanks lined up and swept toward the gate of Fengtian City with thunderous momentum.
After taking care of the skinned tanks of his country, and then seeing the Yanhuang Legion tank with solid armor and ferocious appearance, the Japanese at the city gate felt that their mouths were dry and the hand holding the rifle was a little wet.
The Hurricane tank was very fast, approaching at the speed of a wild horse. The increasingly loud roar woke up the entire Fengtian City.
"Shoot, shoot quickly!" The Japanese commander finally woke up. He pulled out his command knife and shouted at the top of his lungs, "So fire both light and heavy weapons."
Suddenly, the Japanese's Type 92 heavy machine gun began to fire, and the crooked gun did not rest, and joined in the fun, firing bullets at the tanks on the opposite side like a rainstorm.
The Hurricane Tank seemed not to have seen those bullets, but still ran forward rapidly, and ran into the middle of those bullets. It heard the sound of exploding beans, and the front armor of the tank seemed to be swept by raindrops.
The bullets fell to the ground in a splutter, covering the ground in the blink of an eye. When they were crushed by the tracks of the tank, they were embedded in the black earth.
Not to mention the Hurricane tank equipped with alloy armor, even the heavy tanks of other countries in World War II, the Japanese light and heavy machine guns cannot penetrate them.
"Grenadiers, mortars, fire them all!" Seeing that the light and heavy machine guns had no effect, the Japanese commander became even more anxious. He waved his arms and had to rush up to operate it himself.
Several Japanese soldiers hurriedly placed the mortars on the position, loaded the shells into them, and then squatted on the ground.
With a continuous bang, more than a dozen mortar shells roared, and the tail fins dragged out a sharp whistle in the air. They flew towards the Hurricane tank at the front and accurately hit the turret.
I have to say that the Japs were very accurate. Only two of the dozen mortar shells missed, and the rest all hit the tank.
The gas of the explosion swept away the surrounding area, and the killing field formed by more than a dozen shells covered an area of more than ten square meters. If there were people there, they would have been turned into pieces of broken flesh and broken bones.
The smoke from the explosion slowly dissipated, and the Japanese all stared wide-eyed to see if the attack had any effect. They felt that more than a dozen mortar shells had landed on the tank, and no matter how strong the tank was, it should be scrapped.
There was a loud rumble, and a green tank emerged from the smoke. Except for a few pieces of paint peeling off the front of the vehicle, there was not even a scratch on the vehicle body.
"No way, how is this possible?"
The Japanese were all dumbfounded, especially the artillerymen, who were inexplicably horrified. They knew the power of mortar shells, and ordinary tanks could not withstand such intensive bombing.
What kind of tank is this? It's really terrifying. It's like an immortal mobile bunker. That's what the Japanese thought in their minds.