During the Anti-Japanese War, the landlord's stupid son defied fate

The assassins drove thirty M4 "Sherman" tanks in two columns and advanced slowly.

The turret on each vehicle rotated and locked onto the Japanese targets.

Suddenly, the scouts ahead reported that they had found traces of the Japanese.

"Attention all!"

Captain Zhao's voice came from the radio.

"The enemy is ahead, keep in formation and don't panic!"

On the Japanese side, forty Type 97 medium tanks were scattered at the edge of the woods, trying to use the terrain advantage to ambush.

Major Yamamoto gave the order.

"Open fire as soon as they come into range!"

The other Japanese drivers replied via radio.

"Hey, we understand."

When the two sides were about 800 meters apart, the Japanese launched the first attack.

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of 47mm shells cut through the air and flew towards the formation of Zhao Gang's tank battalion.

Although the Japanese tanks were very powerful and the density of forty 47mm guns was sufficient.

However, most of these shells were blocked or bounced off the M4's thick armor and failed to cause substantial damage.

Only some soldiers were injured by the intensive firepower inside the tank. This was caused by the shock wave after the artillery shell explosion, which could not be avoided.

Faced with the Japanese's first attack, the death soldiers responded quickly in tanks.

"Target in front, fire!"

Captain Zhao's voice came from the radio, with unquestionable determination.

"Boom boom boom..."

The 4mm main guns equipped on thirty M75 tanks began to roar, accurately hitting three Type 97 tanks and destroying them instantly.

The deafening explosion, flames and thick smoke rose up, marking the official start of the fierce battle.

The Japanese Major Yamamoto did not expect that after just one round, three tanks of his tank regiment were destroyed.

Major Yamamoto was forced to adjust his formation and try to find a better shooting angle.

They took advantage of the Type 97's maneuverability and familiarity with the local terrain to attempt to launch a counterattack from the flank.

At this time, the distance between the tanks of both sides gradually shortened to less than 500 meters, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

"Third row, cover me!"

A tank commander named Zhao Yong called his companions via radio.

He turned his M4 to the right, trying to block a breakthrough point for the Japanese.

At the same time, several other M4s joined in, forming a temporary defensive circle.

Zhao Yong's voice echoed in the car.

"Loader, prepare the shells!

Gunner, aim at the Type 97 on the left!"

The atmosphere in the vehicle was tense, but the soldiers were well-trained and worked closely together.

Loader Zhao Qiang quickly loaded shells into the barrel, while the gunner concentrated on aiming at every target that appeared.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the M4's 75mm main gun fired again, and the shell accurately hit a Type 97 tank that was trying to go around from behind, blowing it into pieces.

At the same time, another M4 opened fire at the same time and successfully destroyed another Japanese tank.

On the battlefield, dust was flying and explosions were heard one after another.

The Yan soldiers cooperated closely in the car, and every operation seemed to be extremely tacit.

On the Japanese side, although the performance of the Type 97 was inferior to that of the opponent, the crew members still fought tenaciously and constantly looked for opportunities to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.

"Lord Yamamoto, we have suffered heavy losses. Should we retreat?"

A Japanese corporal asked via radio.

Major Yamamoto gritted his teeth and replied.

"No, we must hold on and buy more time for the infantry!"

As the distance between the two sides narrowed further, the battle became more intense.

The Japanese Type 97 tanks tried to use their smaller size and higher maneuverability to attack the Yan country tanks from different directions.

However, the M4's armor and firepower advantages made it difficult for the Japanese to find an effective breakthrough.

"Second row, follow me!"

Captain Zhao issued new orders.

He led several M4 tanks forward, trying to break the Japanese encirclement.

At the same time, the M4 in the rear continued to provide fire support to ensure the safety of the front-line troops.

While advancing, Zhao Yong's M4 encountered a Type 97 tank that suddenly appeared on the side.

"Everyone be careful, there is an enemy tank in front of the left!"

He loudly warned the passengers in the car.

Zhao Qiang quickly loaded the shells, adjusted the turret, and aimed at the target.

"Fire!"

Zhao Yong gave the order decisively.

The shell whizzed out and directly hit the Type 97 tank, causing it to explode on the spot.

“Well done, keep going!”

Zhao Yong encouraged the soldiers in the car.

Their M4s continued to advance, forming a solid defensive line with other vehicles.

After more than an hour of fierce confrontation, both sides paid a heavy price.

Five M5 tanks in Zhao Gang's tank battalion were destroyed by close-range attacks by the Japanese, but overall they still maintained their combat effectiveness.

The Japanese suffered even greater losses. Many Type 97 tanks were either destroyed directly or unable to continue fighting due to mechanical failures.

At the critical moment, Captain Zhao decided to take the initiative to attack.

"Everyone move forward, don't give them a chance to breathe!"

His voice was filled with determination.

Zhao Gang's tank formation rushed towards the Japanese position like a steel torrent. The M4's 75mm main gun fired continuously, almost every time accurately hitting the target.

Although the Japanese Type 97 fought back hard, it seemed powerless in front of the M4.

As more Japanese tanks were destroyed, their morale dropped and some vehicles even tried to retreat.

"We can't let them escape!"

Zhao Yong shouted loudly, and then led several comrades to chase the fleeing Japanese tanks.

Japanese Major Yamamoto urgently ordered a retreat and notified the artillery company to support them.

As the Japanese artillery fired again, Zhao Gang's tank formation stopped chasing the Japanese tank regiment.

As the sun sets, the smoke from the battlefield outside the ancient city gradually dissipates.

Soldiers stepped out of the damaged tank and looked around.

Although it is exhilarating to make the enemy flee, they also know the cost of the battle.

In the distance, the remains of the Japanese soldiers lay quietly on the ground, witnessing the outcome of this fierce confrontation.

Captain Zhao looked at this war-torn land, feeling both relieved and a little sad.

He knew that this was not just a battle between tanks, but also a confrontation of the will and beliefs of the people of the two countries.

At this moment, the ancient city of Tong appears particularly peaceful under the reflection of the setting sun, as if everything has returned to calm, leaving only the endless historical memories.

Soon, the Japanese retreated twenty kilometers to keep some distance from Zhao Gang's troops.

When Zhao Gang learned the outcome of the battle, he didn't say much, but just went to see the injured soldiers.

He also instructed the Night Combat Hospital to do their best to cure them. Although they were dead, they were still his soldiers and flesh and blood people.

On the other hand, the atmosphere inside the Japanese 55th Division headquarters was extremely solemn, and the division commander was trembling with anger.

Today's battle made him realize one thing: he was in trouble, very big trouble.