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"Kill, kill, kill!"

The shirtless Japanese colonel has gone mad and his state has fallen into insanity.

Like a bloodthirsty beast, he rushed to the front line with the troops.

Bullets flew everywhere, but none of them hit him.

This guy firmly believed that he had the emperor's blessing and could live forever on the battlefield. The fact that he survived the Battle of Nomonhan was proof of that.

He firmly believed in his loyalty and was recognized by the Emperor.

Sometimes things like luck cannot stand the test.

Bullets flew like dense rain and hit the Japanese around them. The probability would inevitably be confirmed in the face of quantity.

The ground shook slightly and a roar was heard in the north.

The charging Japanese soldiers stopped and looked towards the northwest.

When the first chariot appeared, everyone's eyes tightened.

"The Soviets, the Soviets are coming to kill us."

A group of BT fast tanks appeared in the field of vision, charging at a very fast speed and accelerating forward at full speed.

With unstoppable momentum, they charged into the Japanese camp.

More than 80 tanks advanced in batches, and the panicked Japanese soldiers saw the flavor of the Battle of Nomonhan.

Chariots, charge!

The BT fast tank is equipped with two 2mm heavy machine guns, a 7.62mm tank gun and a crew of three.

But above the tank, there were several infantrymen holding machine guns and submachine guns.

He fixed it firmly to the rear of the turret with a rope and, using the armor as cover, pulled the trigger at the enemy.

The arrogant 64th Regiment was like a fragile bubble, and its defense line was torn apart by the tanks.

The heavy machine gun opened fire, and the bullets flew through the devil's chest, causing blood to spurt and flesh to become a mess.

Full-power bullets have great penetrating power and greater lethality.

It hit my body and exploded into a mess.

Just like clearing weeds, with one volley of bullets, a large number of Japanese soldiers were killed.

Tanks poured in one after another, inflicting heavy damage on the unprepared infantry regiment. Their tracks rolled forward, staining the bones and blood of the devils.

The comrades on the roof of the car steadied themselves while firing bullets at the Japanese troops.

Submachine guns and light machine guns fired continuously, killing all the Japanese soldiers they could see.

The tank guns took turns firing forward, and the shells exploded, destroying the attacking formation.

Colonel Mitsuo Yamagata, who was at the forefront of the charge, trembled slightly, recalling the scene that happened three or four years ago.

During the Battle of Nomonhan, the scene of Soviet tanks charging and crushing the infantry is still vivid in our minds.

At this moment, in his eyes, there were also dozens of BT fast tanks sweeping through the infantry regiment.

There are no anti-tank guns, no anti-tank weapons,

The infantry suffered heavy losses due to the hasty battle.

Faced with a tank's advance, dozens of people are needed to intercept it.

How can a mortal body stop the charge of a tank?

Bullets cannot penetrate armor.

After the Battle of Nomonhan, the BT series tanks underwent some adjustments and enhancements, such as replacing them with diesel engines to prevent the entire vehicle from exploding in a suicide attack.

An additional layer of armor was added, increasing the front by 50 mm and the sides by 30 mm.

It can be said that the adjustments were made specifically to target the Japanese's suicidal tactics. In addition, the 64th Regiment was unprepared and had no intention of fighting against tanks.

Even if you want to commit suicide attack, you have to strap explosives to your body.

In a hurry, there was no time to tie explosives to them, so they could only hold grenades and try to charge at the tanks.

The heavy machine gun swept across the area, basically along a line, like a sickle reaping death. Wherever the bullets passed, no grass grew.

Gao Qing immediately ordered the First Column to launch a counterattack.

The charge sounded, and the main force that had retreated to the top of the hill jumped out one after another and rushed towards the Japanese army.

The bullet flew and hit Colonel Guangwu of Yamagata decisively.

As luck would have it, he was hit right in the middle of his forehead and fell off the armored vehicle.

The soldiers who charged were extremely brave, and the PPSh submachine guns were powerful.

He rushed to the Japanese armored vehicle, picked up the grenade and threw it in.

With a muffled sound, a ball of fire and blood and flesh appeared inside the armored vehicle.

What we saw before us was a massacre, led by dozens of tanks and carried out by the First Column of the High-Definition Army, which was slaughtering the Japanese army regiment.

The blood flowed on the ground and gathered into a small river.

The bodies of the devils were lying on the ground, crushed into meat paste.

The shells whistled and fell towards the center of the crowd.

Soldiers from the Eighth Route Army appeared from all directions, surrounding and attacking the main force of the regiment.

The telegram asking for help was sent to the 23rd Division Command, and Fukutaro Nishiyama was stunned.

"See, see, I told you long ago that you are not allowed to initiate the offensive, damn it."

"Yamagata Mitsurugi deserves death, death."

The entire regiment was surrounded by the Eighth Route Army and reinforcements had to be arranged as soon as possible.

Move the whole body.

As the search corps advanced toward the northern part of Chifeng, Zhang Dabiao's Third Column suddenly coordinated and bombarded the enemy's garrison positions.

The howitzers fell around the fortifications, and although their killing power was limited, it was enough to suppress the Japanese so that they dared not show their heads.

This distracted the main force of the Japanese army and gave the Gaoqing Column more time to kill the enemy.

The armored regiment's reserve forces entered the battle, with two battalions of infantry and 15 Type 97 medium tanks joining the battlefield.

Give the devastating situation another heavy blow.

The Japanese soldiers' blood flowed like a river and their corpses were everywhere. After the tanks rolled over them, the sound of skulls breaking could be heard.

The 64th Regiment was quickly wiped out. The so-called old Japanese had no deterrent power at all in front of the tanks.

The soldiers were covered in blood and couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or their own.

After taking down the main force of the regiment, they rested for a while and then pursued the advancing Japanese troops.

The speed of the fast tank was amazing, and its wheels were definitely faster than its legs. It chased and continued to shoot the Japanese troops.

Individual infantrymen, holding Type 38 rifles, tried to pierce the thick armor with their bayonets.

The armored soldier in the car sneered, stepped on the horsepower, and ran over the Japanese.

All that was seen on the ground was a mess of blood and flesh, with the corpses mixed with the soil.

"What a pity! Such a good rifle was crushed by the tracks."

He just felt sorry for the rifle, but he had no emotions at all as for the Japanese soldiers who had just been crushed.

What kind of emotional fluctuations are needed to kill an animal?

The explosion came from the artillery position, and the Japanese army, who had no time to move, chose to destroy the artillery.

But at the same time, their position was exposed, and they were targeted by tanks and fired at.

The Japanese artilleryman had half of his leg blown off and was crawling on the ground, dragging half of his body.

He was holding a rifle and shooting at the speeding tank.

After firing five shots in succession, he no longer had the strength to pull the bolt, his head tilted and he passed out.

The bloody wounds and countless torn flesh granulations are so exciting that people with trypophobia will find it very exciting.

A brutal annihilation battle was fought against the Japanese. The 64th Regiment was completely wiped out. No one surrendered, and no one survived.

Good Japs, they charge forward desperately even though they know they can’t win.

Even though they knew the tank's armor was strong, they still charged forward wielding bayonets.

Repeatedly crush the positions and the bodies of the Japanese to ensure that no one was left alive.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the piles of corpses made one feel chilled.

Blood debts must be repaid with blood, and this is just a small sweet treat.

The column cleaned up the battlefield and pushed the front line back to fight against the 71st and 72nd Regiments to block the enemy's support forces.

The flames of war instantly spread over a large area, and the two sides, who had been confronting each other for nearly two months, could no longer bear the pain.

Artillery fire pressed forward, and the First Column, Cavalry, Sixth Detachment, and Armored Regiment all launched offensives, pressing towards the northern part of Chifeng and the northwest of Chaoshi.

Tanks galloped across the flat area, cooperating with infantry attacks.