Devil's Army

Soon after the First Army's air force from Shangdu Airport flew over to provide support, air forces from several Japanese airports also flew over to provide support.

Seeing a large number of Japanese fighter planes surrounding them, the First Army's air force had to retreat first.

Japanese planes attempted to bomb and strafe the tanks of the Devil's Army, but they encountered the same problem: the tanks of both sides were in a melee and they had no idea where to start.

After the Japanese planes returned, the tanks of the First Army continued to fight with the Japanese tanks.

The tanks of the First Army gradually gained the upper hand with their powerful firepower and thick armor.

The remaining Japanese tanks finally could not hold on and began to retreat towards Baotou.

The tanks of the First Army were chasing closely behind.

The Japanese tank army's escape looked so embarrassing that Lieutenant General Nishihara retreated to a hillside in Baotou and arranged a team of tanks to block the attack of the Devil Army's tanks.

He retreated to Baotou with the remaining tanks.

The Japanese tanks responsible for blocking the enemy and the pursuing First Army tanks bombarded each other, forming a network of fire. Smoke filled the entire hillside.

The sound of exploding artillery shells and the roar of tanks filled the entire western part of Hujitu.

The tank troops of the First Army were divided into three groups and besieged the Japanese tank group on the hillside.

The Japanese tank group immediately adjusted its strategy and divided its troops into three groups to deal with the three-sided attack of the devil army's tanks.

At this time, the Japanese tank group was seriously at a disadvantage in terms of both numbers and firepower.

When the tracks of the last Japanese Type 97 tank were broken and it was trying in vain to turn its turret in place, the muzzles of the four tanks of the First Army turned towards it at the same time.

After several flashes of fire, the wreckage of the tank slowly tilted in the thick smoke.

The surviving tanks of the First Army were still roaring in place. The steam rising from the gun barrels and the bullet holes on the armor outlined an epic of steel in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Looking back at the western prairie of Hutuji, the yellowed grass has been crushed beyond recognition by the tanks.

The grasslands were littered with smoke and the wreckage of burning tanks, some belonging to the First Army, but more to the Japanese.

Although this battle did not cripple the Japanese 3rd Tank Division, it did damage its vitality.

Of the more than 200 tanks, Lieutenant General Xiyuan alone fled back to Baotou with nearly 80 tanks. However, the First Army Tank Regiment also lost more than 40 tanks.

More than half of them were scrapped, and nearly 200 tank crews were killed or wounded. The losses were indeed huge.

After the tank decisive battle ended, Leng Feng did not order them to take advantage of the victory and pursue into Baotou.

Because the threat from the Japanese air force stationed in Mongolia still exists.

On the one hand, he asked Brigade Commander Du to speed up the expansion of Shangdu Airport, and on the other hand, he asked Regimental Commander Shi to arrange soldiers to pull back the wreckage of them and the Japanese tanks.

Those that can be repaired will be incorporated into the troops after repair, and those that cannot be repaired are also a batch of good iron materials.

As the sun's afterglow shone weakly from the horizon of the grassland, the remaining tanks of the tank regiment pulled the wreckage of the tanks and left the western Hutuji grassland.

The vast grasslands in western Hutuji, which once turned yellow and swayed in the wind, no longer have any vitality.

The grooves torn by the tank tracks were like ugly scars, crisscrossing the charred land.

The grassland was littered with rocks and twisted metal fragments overturned by the tracks.

The wind swept across the devastation, bringing with it no longer the scent of grass, but the choking smell of dust and fuel. Only dead silence spread across the broken land.