Sword of Light: I Can Summon the Fourth Disaster

The artillery bombardment came suddenly, and the Japanese had no time to dodge, and were blown into a blank space by the shells.

Wang Xieyan seized the opportunity and split the tank group into two and began to cross-attack the enemy from behind.

The Japanese division commander, Izumi Ogasawara, was caught off guard by the blind bear's artillery group. Just as he was about to order his men to disperse and prepare for a counterattack, he heard the roar of the engine.

Ogasawara Izumi looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw a large number of tanks emitting black smoke coming towards him.

Ogasawara Izumiji was shocked and suddenly remembered his days at Nomonhan, where his division was wiped out by such a torrent of steel.

"Notify the artillery battalion, quickly, quickly attack their tanks!"

After Ogasawara Izumiji's order was issued, the artillery units of the 13th Division quickly launched an attack in the direction of the tank cluster.

But Xiong Xiazi and his artillery staff were no pushovers. They quickly calculated the enemy's artillery positions from the observed impact points.

A Katyusha rocket launcher battalion immediately launched a blanket attack on the target location.

The rockets, trailing their tails, fell on the enemy's artillery positions like meteors, and soon the artillery positions were engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

"Your Excellency, the division commander, all members of the artillery battalion and the field artillery regiment have been destroyed."

The messenger's voice startled Ogasawara Izumiji who was looking at the sky. He didn't know what kind of weapon could make such a strong noise.

But he knew that if they did not open a gap and advance victoriously, their 13th Division would definitely be disbanded in the enemy's pincer attack.

"Notify each infantry battalion and have them attack the enemy under the cover of the tank battalion. We must create a gap!"

"Hai!"

Soon, Ogasawara Izumiji's order was passed down one level at a time, and the Japanese officers on the battlefield put on sanitary napkins and drew their command swords.

"Onboard!"

"Warriors of the 13th Division, for the sake of the locusts, load up!"

There were repeated sounds of boarding from the Japanese positions. Many Japanese soldiers with sanitary napkins wrapped around their heads followed the tank brigade and rushed towards the tank cluster.

They also discovered that the artillery fire from the International Youth Column was extending towards their rear positions, and if they stayed where they were, they would still be unable to escape the artillery fire.

It would be better to charge forward like a warrior. What if you survive? What if?

If Wang Xieyan knew what the Japanese were thinking, I'm afraid Daya would also laugh at him. You have to know that behind the entire tank cluster, there are tens of thousands of infantrymen following them, and they will not give you any time to react.

Moreover, the Japanese's small tanks could not protect their infantry.

Soon, the Japanese tank brigade appeared in front of the tank cluster. Wang squinted his eyes and smiled coldly, then took out the radio to notify the tank commanders.

"After we kill those little bastards, let these devils see whether their bodies are harder or our tanks are harder."

The tank cluster received the order from Wang Xieyan and turned their guns to attack the Japanese's tiny tanks. After two rounds of bombardment, the Japanese's tiny tanks were turned into a pile of scrap metal.

The tank cluster immediately changed its formation and launched an attack on the Japanese positions while crossing and flanking.

The oncoming Japanese infantry suddenly crashed into the tank cluster that suddenly accelerated, and suddenly wailing and explosions were heard on the battlefield.

When Wei Zhe rushed up with his infantry, he was stunned by the scene before him.

It's not like he had never been on a battlefield before, but he had never seen a battlefield like this one, where a cluster of tanks actually accelerated and ran over the Japanese's skirmish line.

At the same time, the cross attack was also aimed at the bodies of the Japanese soldiers. After the tank cluster passed, only the wailing Japanese soldiers and the pieces of meat on the ground were left on the battlefield.

"Shoot and kill these remaining soldiers. Don't give them a chance to launch a sneak attack."

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太源

Zuo Fengjian, who has an immortal fighting spirit, is standing outside the gate of Taiyuan City with his men. Judging from their posture, they seem to be waiting for someone.

Many people entering and leaving the city gate couldn't help but show curiosity on their faces when they saw the neatly-organized army.

After the liberation of Taiyuan, Zuo Fengjian and his colleagues worked hard to govern the area and restore its vitality.

The people of Taiyuan also knew that these soldiers were the people's soldiers and would never oppress the people.

So the people did not shy away from anything and simply gathered there, observing the troops' every move.

Zuo Fengjian looked at the increasing number of people and instructed the garrison troops at the city gate with a headache: "Tell the cooking team of your camp to come out and set up a few large pots on the opposite side, boil some mung bean soup and distribute it to these villagers."

"It's so hot, don't let the villagers get heatstroke again."

"Yes, I'll do it right away. But, Brother Zuo, with so many people, is it really okay?" The company commander guarding the city gate seemed hesitant to speak.

Zuo Fengjian could see his worry at a glance, waved his hand casually, and said to comfort him: "No problem, these are our people, how can they pose a threat to us?"

As the two were talking, they saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance, and a huge convoy was heading towards Taiyuan City.

When Zuo Fengjian saw the outline of the convoy, he showed joy on his face and said to the company commander: "Go and settle the villagers. We are going to stop the car here and escort the prisoners."

The company commander followed his orders and did as he was told. Zuo Fengjian quickly straightened his clothes and said to the troops beside him, "Form platoons and prepare to escort the prisoners."

"Yes!"

The convoy soon arrived at the Taiyuan city gate. Qin Huangdongdu got off a jeep, stretched his sore body, and walked towards Zuo Fengjian.

"Not bad, not bad, you have the demeanor of a strong soldier now."

Qin Huangdu looked at the troops behind Zuo Fengjian and nodded with satisfaction. Although they still looked a little malnourished, the morale of the troops was good.

Zuo Fengjian chuckled and introduced to Qin Huangdongdu: "Our soldiers were all rescued from the Taiyuan prisoner-of-war camp."

"Many of them participated in the Battle of Xinkou and fought bloody battles with the Japanese. If the Japanese had not abused them, we would have been able to expand the size of our army to a larger scale."

Speaking of this, Zuo Fengjian was a little fierce.

They rescued 80,000 prisoners from the Taiyuan prisoner-of-war camp, but after a consultation, only about 20,000 of them were able to go back to the battlefield.

Many prisoners were forced to do easy jobs because their bodies were so depleted that it was difficult to replenish their bodies.

Now, after systematic instruction from the teaching team, these selected soldiers have begun to supplement the organization and form a reinforced division of three brigades and six regiments.

"Okay, I know these soldiers are good. At least they didn't surrender to the devil."

"I came here this time because I had a fight with Hu Shoushan during my previous mission and captured a lot of prisoners."