Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

The two Japanese squadrons blocking the front line buried their heads in the shallow trenches.

The grenade launchers and mortar positions behind him had already suffered heavy losses in the Chinese artillery fire.

The rest have been dispersed and moved, waiting for the next attack order. The rumbling sound of the tanks can be clearly heard even by the Japanese soldiers lying in the trenches.

Now these Japanese soldiers are regretting very much why they did not bring 37mm anti-tank guns to this battle and why they replaced them with 75mm mountain guns.

There is no use regretting now. Oshima knows what fate awaits him, but he doesn't care!

As long as he can kill more Chinese, he is willing to do anything. In the past few years, at least eighty Chinese people have died at his hands.

He felt that even if he died in battle today, it would be worth it!

After death, your soul will definitely return to the Yasukuni Shrine, and Amaterasu will definitely protect you!

Balls of fire exploded above his head from time to time. These were the shells fired by the Chinese tank guns.

"Boom" a high-explosive grenade accurately hit the trench not far from the big island.

The 75mm high-explosive grenade created a ball of fire mixed with a lot of smoke and dust in the trench. The Japanese soldiers lying in the trench were unable to avoid it and were ruthlessly killed by the shrapnel.

Several Japanese soldiers were blown into pieces, with blood gushing out of their bodies.

There was also a guy whose legs were directly blown off. At this moment, he was crawling in the trench with difficulty using his hands, hoping to get help from his comrades. The red bloodstain covered with blood and organ fragments behind him was so glaring.

Oshima didn't even look in this direction. No one on the battlefield knew where the next shell would fall.

Once you are on the battlefield, you must be prepared to die at any time and anywhere.

Oshima secretly raised his head and poked it out of the trench, and saw that several tanks had arrived within 50 meters of the position.

In another battle, the Yoshino Squadron was desperately shooting at the Chinese soldiers behind the tanks, but they did not achieve any decent results.

All the Chinese soldiers followed closely behind the tanks, trying not to expose their bodies as much as possible, while Yoshino's squadron was shooting.

It also attracted most of the firepower, and the machine guns and short-barreled artillery on the tanks continued to ravage their positions.

This was arranged in advance, that is, to let the Yoshino squadron attract firepower, and then Oshima would command their squadron's death-defying members to go up and blow up the Chinese tanks that were about to rush onto the position.

This was the only method they could use at the moment. After watching it, Oshima quickly retracted his turtle-like head.

He looked seriously at the Japanese soldiers surrounding him, then nodded deeply, "Gentlemen! We will meet at the Yasukuni Shrine! Long live the military fortune of the Empire of Japan! Your Majesty, Heavenly Locust, aboard!"

After saying that, he took off the helmet on his head and tied a white cloth with the words "Victory" written on it to his head.

The remaining soldiers also followed the squadron leader's example, and some even took off their shirts.

Let other Japanese soldiers tie all the grenades on their bodies. After everyone has done all this, they silently wait for the moment when the Chinese tanks come up.

"Weizi! We are approaching the Japanese trenches ahead. Watch out for the Japanese suicide squad. Let the infantry behind catch up. Don't hide behind like cowards!"

Zhang Jia, the commander of the Type 001 tank No. and the commander of the first tank company, notified the crew members and the crew members of several other Type tanks through the intercom.

The machine gunner on the roof of the car turned around and shouted loudly to the infantry following far behind.

"Hey! Hurry up and catch up! Don't be as hesitant as women!" After saying this, he laughed wildly, as if mocking the infantry hiding behind.

"Damn these bastards! They think they can be awesome just by driving this iron turtle. Follow me, don't let these guys destroy the bottom of your car with the Japanese!"

Pan Jia, a former company commander of the Northeast Army, spent a full eight months in a prisoner-of-war camp. After being rescued some time ago, he was promoted to battalion-level commander because of his certain command ability.

This time, he commanded the 3nd Battalion of the 2rd Regiment of the rd Brigade to cooperate with these Type tanks to attack the Japanese front-line positions.

Pan Jia bent his body and quickly moved forward with a dozen of his men. Soon they arrived around the tank.

"Hey! You idiots! Take it easy! Something is wrong here! The Japs who were firing just now suddenly stopped firing. You better watch out, the Japs don't suddenly jump out and blow up you, the bastards!"

Pan Jia stood beside tank No. 001 and loudly reminded the machine gunner on it.

At the same time, he tightened the PPSh submachine gun in his hand, made a gesture to several soldiers around him, and they immediately dispersed around the tank.

"Tianhuang board! Board!"

Suddenly, dozens of Japanese soldiers with sanitary napkins tied on their heads jumped out of the trench in front of them. They were full of cluster grenades and rushed towards the tank less than ten meters away from them with strange screams.

Because they were close to the Japanese trenches and were waiting for the infantry that fell behind, all the Type 3 tanks slowed down.

"Japs! The Japs' suicide squad! They want to die with us!"

The Zhang family saw the Japanese as soon as they rushed out, and they controlled the coaxial machine gun in front of the tank and fired at the crowd of Japanese.

With a loud bang, a Japanese soldier who was covered with cluster grenades was hit by a machine gun bullet and the grenades hanging on his chest exploded.

The continuous explosions turned the screaming Japanese soldier and the people beside him into a pile of minced meat.

"Da da da" Pan Jia's PPSh-2 in his hand desperately sprayed bullets at the Japanese soldiers rushing towards the tank.

A Japanese soldier was running with blood spurting out of his chest. Due to inertia, he ran two steps forward after being shot, and then fell down unwillingly.

A faint blue smoke rose from the corpse, and with a loud "bang", the entire corpse instantly turned into a pool of blood, accompanied by shrapnel waste from the explosion of a cluster grenade.

"Ding, ding, dang." The crew members sitting in the tank heard the sound of fragments from the exploding grenade hitting the tank armor.

The idiot who was operating the machine gun on the roof of the car only heard a whooshing sound after the explosion.

The guy was so scared that he immediately retracted his head into the tank cabin, and the clanging sound outside the vehicle body continued.

In an instant, the suppression of machine gun fire was lost, and the Japanese took the opportunity to run forward a few steps and were almost approaching the No. 001 tank in front.

"Hit them hard! Don't let the Japanese get close to the tanks!" At this critical moment, the rough voice of the second battalion commander Pan Jia was heard.

At the same time, the sound of the submachine gun also reached the ears of the idiot.

Pan Jia was standing behind the tank, so the explosion did not hurt him. However, a soldier who was leaning forward fell in a pool of blood!

There were bloody holes on his face and chest caused by shrapnel. Pan Jia had no time to think about it because the Japanese suicide squad was getting closer and closer.

He rushed out, and aimed the PPSh-27 he had just replaced with a new magazine at the Japanese soldiers in the front, firing another series of shots.

The 71-round magazine capacity allows the PPSh to maintain sustainable firepower output, which increases it a lot!

"Get on board!" When the bullets from the PPSh submachine gun in Pan Jia's hand swept over the Japanese soldiers, they shouted and detonated the grenades on their bodies.

At this time, Tank No. 001 had stopped moving forward and began to slowly reverse, which invisibly widened the distance between the Japanese and the tank.

"Boom boom boom" a series of explosions sounded, scaring Pan Jia so much that he rolled sideways to the side of No. 001.

He wanted to use the side of the tank to block the deadly grenade explosion fragments for him.

However, after he fell to the ground, the appearance of a tank track appeared in front of his eyes. This time he rolled a little farther and rolled directly to the side of the tank.

Seeing the tank tracks getting closer and closer to him, he immediately rolled and crawled back two steps, and only then did he escape. Otherwise, he would have become the first unlucky guy in the entire battalion to die under the tank tracks of his own side!