The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 112: The Final Charge (Part 710) [Additional Chapter for Uncle Bo]

At that time, the Type 89 tank driven by Black Star was less than a hundred meters away from the Japanese giant cannon on the left.

Even a crappy vehicle like the Japs can only travel at a speed of 25 kilometers per hour, and it can cover such a short distance in just over ten seconds.

Besides, they didn't have to drive a full hundred meters.

Perhaps if we get just fifty or sixty meters closer, we can see the shells from the Japanese cannons. Then we can just fire at them with a 37mm tank gun and detonate the shells.

This way, less time is consumed.

But at this critical moment when he was about to take down the Japanese's huge cannon, he suddenly heard the roar of another engine.

There was no time to react and figure out what was going on with the roar of the engine.

A loud collision was heard from the left side behind the tank.

When the collision occurred, the tank suddenly rushed forward several meters, causing Black Star's forehead to hit the iron lump again, causing him to feel severe pain.

The key point is that in this collision, the Type 89 tank was shaken violently, the sound of the engine was wrong, and it almost stalled.

Afterwards, even though the tank was still moving, Black Star always felt that something was very wrong.

Ignoring the severe pain in his forehead, Black Star controlled the tank to dodge to the left while shouting, "Wu Jian, look at what's hitting us!"

The premise for Black Star to shout this out is that the Japanese Type 89 tank has a rather strange shape.

This thing has two machine guns, one facing the front and the other facing the rear, which is a bit strange. Therefore, you can also see some of the situations in the rear through the observation hole of the rear machine gun.

Wu Jian, the tank gunner in the crew, was also badly hit just now.

He immediately turned around and looked behind him. Through the narrow observation window, he saw a truck with a severely twisted front end, parked sideways not far behind him.

I think it was this thing that hit them hard just now.

Hitting a tank with a truck? In today's world, it's a joke. The result is undoubtedly like an egg hitting a stone. Basically, the truck is completely scrapped, and the tank probably just has some paint peeled off.

But it can't withstand the Japanese medium tanks. This thing is only 11.5 tons, only one-fifth of the 99A main battle tank.

A vehicle of this tonnage might actually be injured if hit by a speeding truck.

What was even more terrible was that there were a number of Japanese trucks a little further back, now speeding towards their tanks.

Even though the first one was still thirty or forty meters away from them, their current speed far exceeded that of the tanks, so they would soon catch up.

"Trucks, the Japanese are using trucks to hit us." Wu Jian couldn't help but shout.

"Use the machine gun at the back to fire." As he cursed, Black Star wanted to step on the accelerator of the tank; unfortunately, this method could not make this broken thing go faster even a little bit.

Amidst Black Star's curses, Wu Jian grabbed a light machine gun behind him and opened fire.

After twenty or so bullets were fired, the glass of the cab of the front Japanese truck was shattered to pieces, and blood was splattered all over the cab. The Japanese driver was finally killed.

The truck lost control and drove to one side.

He only stopped after he killed a Japanese soldier who was chasing him at full speed.

Unfortunately, this scene did not make Wu Jian feel relieved at all, because more Japanese trucks had already caught up to a distance of twenty meters.

At this critical moment, the engine of their tank stalled and they stopped moving forward...

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That's right! The tank's engine stalled. It must be that the Japanese diesel engine, which was originally of poor quality, had some minor problems during the collision.

Black Star tried to restart it once but failed.

Under the current circumstances, it is impossible to get off the car to repair it.

Fortunately, the position where the tank stopped and shut down was only about fifty meters away from the heavy artillery on the left.

After arriving here, we can finally see a manual hoist crane a few meters behind the heavy artillery; under the gourd crane, there are five or six thick shells faintly scattered.

Each of those shells was a huge bunch, probably weighing four or five hundred kilograms.

This situation also gave Black Star and his men a last-ditch effort: before the tanks, having lost power and being slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter, were killed by the Japanese, they had to detonate the shells and use the detonation of the shells to destroy the giant cannon on the left.

As for the door on the right, unfortunately, I'm afraid there's no way to do it.

With this last resort, Black Star struggled to stand up and move his body in the narrow carriage, moving towards a machine gun at the back.

As he moved, he shouted:

"Wu Jian, give me the machine gun. You go operate the tank gun and fire the shells at the enemy's cannon. It's better to be fast."

When he took over the Type 91 vehicle-mounted machine gun and looked through the observation hole, he gasped on the spot.

Because apart from the two trucks that were about to collide.

There were also many Japanese soldiers running on foot, and in their arms were some explosives such as dynamite packs and grenades.

There were so many of them and how dangerous they were that he couldn't decide which one to attack first.

He could only instinctively knock down a Japanese soldier who was holding a bag of explosives.

Perhaps he subconsciously felt that they wouldn't necessarily die if hit by a truck, but they would definitely die if a bomb exploded at close range...

Five seconds later, Wu Jian, a tank gunner who was originally a mortar gunner, fired the first shot.

Unfortunately, the shells missed again and exploded several meters away from the target. Although the flying shrapnel caused sparks to fly on the giant shells, it still failed to detonate the thing.

The accuracy of this mediocre tank gunner is really hard to describe.

Black Star, who had just been operating a machine gun and killed a shirtless Japanese soldier, naturally could not see where the shell landed; but since he did not hear the loud sound of the explosion, he still knew that the shell had missed the target.

But at this time, he couldn't even curse, because it would further affect the mentality of Wu Jian, who was a novice, and might even make it harder for him to hit the target.

I could only bite the bullet and prepare to comfort Wu Jian.

Saying things like "Don't worry," "Take your time to aim," and so on, to comfort the other party, but these words of comfort finally turned into "Hold on tight..."

While shouting, Black Star didn't have time to grab the handle beside him and successfully stabilized his body.

A speeding truck hit the back of the tank, causing the tank to shake violently and slide forward several meters.

As the tank slid, Black Star's body shook violently, and his forehead and the back of his head were hit hard.

The back of the head is fine, probably just a big bump.

The forehead was more difficult to deal with. It was directly broken. Warm blood flowed out immediately and flowed into his eye sockets, staining his vision red.

But the most fatal thing was that he could feel that the gunner Wu Jian had collapsed after being hit somewhere.

Zheng Yong, the machine gunner, seemed to have stopped moving.

With a wry smile, Black Star, his head spinning, came to the tank gun and fumbled to load a shell. After wiping the blood from his eyes, he tried hard to adjust the muzzle to aim at the shell of the distant cannon.

This is the rhythm of preparing to fire the cannon and detonate the ammunition yourself.

As for other situations, such as whether there was still time, the Japanese trucks that crashed into the tanks, and the people who were bombing the building with explosives, he could not take care of any of them now.

But in reality, the collision that just happened bought him some precious time.

The truck that hit them so violently not only had its front end destroyed, but also had its body turned sideways; it not only blocked the path for the next Japanese truck to hit, but also forced that truck to go around in a circle.

The key was to knock down several Japanese soldiers who were unable to dodge on the spot, delaying their approach.

Finally, when the Black Star fired, a Japanese soldier pulled the fuse of a five-kilogram TNT explosive pack and threw it under the tank.

In the next moment, he collapsed downwards and he no longer had the strength to fire another shot.

The devils outside desperately ran away...

(End of this chapter)