Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"It's over!"

"The locust army is finished!"

Ozawa Toru slumped to the ground, his face full of fear. The scene before him was something he had never seen in his life. The Eighth Route Army was simply bullying the weak. They had a tank regiment, an infantry regiment, and two artillery battalions behind them.

With such a luxurious lineup, they couldn't even touch the wall of Yi County.

You know, under normal circumstances, this lineup of theirs can easily defeat 10 divisions of the Chinese army!

Just take the case that not long ago in Rongcheng, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army gathered heavy troops, but was unable to do anything about the locust army, and instead suffered heavy losses at the hands of the locust army.

Under the crushing of such absolute strength, the last bit of dignity that Ozawa Toru had left was completely shattered.

"Quick! Send a message to General Shinozuka!"

"Let's say our troops are trapped in a siege and suffer heavy losses! The enemy has a large number of artillery fire and indestructible tanks!"

"We are determined to fight the enemy to the last moment!"

"Everyone is loyal to His Majesty Tian Huang!"

Ozawa Toru could no longer hold on. After saying these words, he was exhausted, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground in pain, holding his chest.

"Brigade Commander! Your Excellency, Brigade Commander!"

"Please cheer up! Lead us!"

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander!!"

The remaining Japanese soldiers of the 9th Brigade wailed as if their parents had died.

"Yoshi! You are all warriors of the empire!"

"Order! Troops launch a board charge!"

"Explosive pack! Yes! Carry explosive packs and grenades! Blow up the enemy tanks for me!"

"Quick! Organize the warriors! Send more people to cover! We must destroy their tanks!"

Ozawa Toru suddenly thought of the time in Rongcheng when more than a dozen Shanxi-Suiyuan Army soldiers used their bodies to cover a man who was carrying a bag of explosives and was going to blow up their tanks.

However, with the proper coordination of their locust army's tactics, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army did not succeed.

At that time, Osawa Toru even laughed at the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army for being stupid.

They didn't expect that it would be their turn as the Locust Army to carry explosives and blow up the Eighth Route Army's tanks so soon.

It's just a slim hope...

At the same time, Li Yunlong, Ding Wei and Kong Jie finally arrived at the trenches of the 1st Infantry Regiment of the 1st Division of Yi County.

"Fang Zheng! Fang Zheng!!"

"Where's Fang Zheng?!"

As soon as Li Yunlong arrived, he started shouting and looking for Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng used to be an ordinary soldier in his independent regiment, but he didn't expect that his rank is now the same as his.

But Li Yunlong is not the kind of person who can't stand his subordinates being better than himself.

He just wanted his troops to charge together with Fang Zheng's troops.

The equipment of their three regiments is not as good as that of the first division, so if they charge on their own, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

"Captain! Our captain and his men have already rushed over!"

A soldier operating a Maxim heavy machine gun shouted.

"What?! Fang Zheng is really fast!"

"Bugler! Blow the charge!"

"Listen to my orders! Charge forward! Shoot those sons of bitches!"

When Li Yunlong heard that Fang Zheng had rushed over, he immediately picked up a Czech light machine gun next to him and shouted.

"Kill!!"

"Rush!!"

The soldiers rushed towards the Japanese positions, shouting!

As the loud and inspiring charge sounded from the independent regiment, the soldiers felt like they were injected with chicken blood.

His eyes were bloodshot.

At the same time, the Japanese suicide squad had also been organized. Each of them had a pack of explosives wrapped around his chest and back. Some of the stronger Japanese even had a melon grenade wrapped around their necks and a mortar shell in their hands.

The Eighth Route Army's tanks seemed too powerful, and a single explosive pack might not be enough to destroy them.

“Half a year!!”

“Half a year!!”

The first batch of Japanese brave warriors who had been charging for half a year rushed out from the smoke.

There were more than 400 Japanese soldiers at the front with bayonets in hand.

Behind them are 50 suicide squads.

At this moment, the Japs' eyes were bloodshot and hysterical.

This time they also tasted the feeling of flesh and blood fighting against a torrent of steel.

It was a huge feeling of fear.

People standing in front of the 35-ton steel monster feel as small as ants.

There were even three Japanese suicide squads that collapsed to the ground as soon as they came out, their pupils dilated rapidly, and a puddle of water appeared on the ground.

"Ahhh! Yamicho! I don't want to die!!"

[Bang bang bang! 】

Only three gunshots were heard behind him, and Osawa Toru was now leading ten Japanese devils as a supervisory team.

Anyone who shrinks back or is afraid of fighting will be shot dead immediately.

“Da da da da!!”

"Boom!"

As soon as the Japs rushed out, they were greeted by endless bullets and artillery fire.

More than 400 Japanese soldiers who rushed to the front and acted as meat shields fell down in an instant. Some of them were directly shot into pieces by heavy machine guns and could not fight back.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It's a black card! Half a year!!"

"Half a year!! Half a year!!"

The remaining Japanese soldiers were shrouded in the fear of death, but whether they advanced or retreated, they would die.

With the help of the Bushido spirit, every Japanese soldier roared to the sky, trying to use the roar to dispel the fear of death.

But all this is destined to be in vain.

The attack of the First Division was still going on. Hundreds of PSh submachine guns, various light and heavy machine guns, and tank guns were still spitting out fire snakes like lawn mowers. Wherever they went, the Japanese fell to the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there were broken limbs and corpses everywhere.

The Japanese suicide squads were still rushing out in wave after wave.

“Hahaha! I finally caught up with you!!”

"Comrades, charge!"

Li Yunlong and others had already rushed to the back of the tank company. Although they did not know what infantry-tank coordination was, they knew to hide behind the tanks and shoot at the Japanese.

"Haha, Captain, you're here!!"

"You guys are really fast!!"

"The commander said that you will be the ones to clean up the battlefield later. Some of the Japanese weapons and equipment will be yours!!"

Fang Zheng was holding two PPSh submachine guns and shooting at the Japanese.

Suddenly, I heard a rough voice coming from the side. I tilted my head and saw it was Li Yunlong, who then delivered the message.

Li Yunlong had never fought such a prosperous battle in his life. Everything he saw completely overturned his cognition.

"Damn it! Can a war be fought like this?"

"Lao Ding! Lao Kong! We can't just take other people's things for nothing! Order our comrades to fight!"

"Don't feel sorry for your bullets! You can earn more after you use them!"

Li Yunlong was dumbfounded. Are these Japanese still Japanese?

Why does it look so miserable?

They all rushed up with explosives on their backs.

Think about it, in the past, when they wanted to fight a Japanese infantry battalion, they had to gather the strength of several regiments and suffer huge casualties to have a chance of defeating them. It was very difficult to wipe them out completely.

The Japanese devils, who were once so fierce, were beaten into this state by Lin Tian and his men. It really is karma.

Li Yunlong aimed at a Japanese suicide squad member dozens of meters away, raised his Czech light machine gun and fired a volley of bullets. As luck would have it, several bullets hit the explosive bag on the Japanese soldier's chest.

With a loud "boom!!!" the Japanese disappeared on the spot without leaving even a trace.

This also affected the several devils nearby...