No wonder the Japanese chariot troops were as if they were in a no-man's realm.

Based on the previous experience of the Japanese, they could easily capture a strong city with just a dozen tanks, not to mention that it was a plain at this time, and the Eighth Route Army was dealing with.

There is a saying among the Japanese that once there are tanks or armored vehicles, the enemy mode will become a "target shooting".

That is, the enemy rushed forward with explosive packs and grenades one by one, while the Japanese could hide around the tank and knock down the targets one by one.

This is also the reason why the mixed brigade prefers armored vehicles over tanks.

When facing the Eighth Route Army, there is no difference between tanks and armored vehicles in terms of protection... They can both block the enemy's firepower and suppress the enemy's firepower, while armored vehicles have the advantages of fast speed, large space, and sufficient ammunition.

Therefore, if a chariot squadron and some scouts and engineers were interspersed, would it give the Eighth Route Army enough face, and would have to wait for the infantry in the rear?

Isn't that a joke?

It can even be called shame and cowardice!

Unfortunately, this experience will not be applicable on the battlefield in northwestern Shanxi from this day on.

Soon, the tanks drove up one after another.

There are three tanks and two armored vehicles in total.

Wang Xuexin couldn't tell what models these tanks and armored vehicles were. It was probably Type 97, Type 95 and so on.

Wang Xuexin can also be considered a tank fan in modern times, but he really doesn't like the strange tanks of the Japanese... In fact, there is no need to divide them. Anyway, the skin is thin, and it's right to wear the bazooka, and all models are the same.

The Japanese scouts held a signal light in their hands, retreating in the river while waving to instruct the tank to advance. The tank leader emerged and carefully commanded, and there were more than a dozen engineers on the side to assist.

Other tanks and armored vehicles lined up one by one and stopped on the other side to wait for instructions... They dared not easily enter the river section that had not been reconnaissed. This was not a matter of the depth of the river, but it would be very troublesome once they were trapped in the mud and could not move.

At this time, a scout who had crossed the river locked the beam of the flashlight onto a directional lightning.

He looked forward in confusion and found words written on the directional thunder, so he called out to the crowd: "Kun Fujiwara, what is it written on it?"

This guy may have used directional thunder as a road mark, but this thing is stuck by the river and has characters written, which is indeed a bit like a road mark.

The devil, known as Fujiwara, seemed to be able to understand Chinese. When he heard the scream, he came over with water. He shone with a flashlight and said one by one, "This is facing the enemy, this is facing the enemy!"

Then the two of them changed their expressions.

Before they could react, the directional thunder exploded with a "boom". The two Japanese soldiers next to the directional thunder were instantly knocked out. Fujiwara on the front should be the worst. He didn't know how many steel balls he had suffered before his death.

However, he did a good thing. Because he was too close to the directional thunder and endured most of the steel balls, the other Japanese were fine.

But this was only temporary. Then two more explosions sounded, and the other two directional thunders exploded. The steel balls "swooshed" like out of the group of wasps and beat the Japanese in a row.

Many steel balls hit tanks and armored vehicles, making a string of "ding-ding-dang" sounds, and then bounced back and shot at the nearby Japanese from different angles, which only made the Japanese scream.

The cruel part of the directional thunder is high-density attack.

The rocket is because it has a small size and can only be equipped with a small diameter that is almost the size of mung beans.

Directional thunder is different. The steel balls inside it are as big as fingers, and the explosives are very fast. When they hit the body, they will be chasing their souls.

If you are lucky, you will be more happy. If you are at the critical point, you will die directly.

If you are not lucky, you will be fatal. Not only will you lose your combat power on the spot, even if you save it, the doctor will be helpless...

It was covered with holes, like a cake rolled in a pile of sand and couldn't pick it up.

If you have surgery, you will probably have to open your entire body.

There is no time, and there is little hope for survival.

So most of the people who suffer from this kind of injury are waiting to die, that is, they are struggling with dozens of steel beads in their bodies, which may take several days to end.

The Japanese chariot leader reacted quickly, and they immediately retracted their necks back into the tank and entered a combat state... But the tanks of this era basically had no night combat ability, and looking out from the inside, it was pitch black, and the Japanese tanks were even more so.

So the Japanese machine gunners could only shoot out randomly, and several surviving scouts and engineers hid behind the tanks to prepare for combat.

However, all this is in vain.

Only a few "chirping" sounds were heard, and rockets flew towards the Japanese tank one after another.

It is more than ten meters away, and there are tanks and armored vehicles in large numbers, so you can hit the target if you can just aim.

So there was a loud "boom" sound, and two tanks and an armored vehicle were beaten and paralyzed on the spot.

One of the tanks was probably hit by the engine. It first emitted a stream of black smoke, and then turned into a ball of fire, which became more and more prosperous. The flames instantly illuminated the panicked Japanese and surviving tanks around.

Yokota Moetsu is the captain of a surviving Type 97 tank.

After being attacked, he immediately judged that the enemy was using the Type 92 infantry cannon to set up an ambush circle.

Yokota's judgment makes sense, because if there is anything in the hands of the Eighth Route Army that can threaten the tank, it must be the infantry cannons snatched from the Imperial Army... Infantry cannons can be used as cannons, and the Japanese tanks cannot stop their attacks.

Although the tails of these shells fired at the scene did not seem to be similar, this is the only possibility.

"Damn bastard!" Yokota Daoyu cursed in the tank: "It was our infantry who gave the weapon to the enemy!"

"Second Lieutenant!" the driver shouted in panic: "What should we do?"

After hesitating for a while, Yokota Daoyu ordered: "Press the accelerator and move forward at full speed!"

Yokota Daoyu believed that this was the only way out. The enemy had infantry cannons in his hand, so it would definitely not work to turn around and escape. Doing so would only expose the weakest rear of the tank to the enemy's muzzle. Moreover, it was very difficult for the tank to turn in the soft mud by the river... Most of the tanks during World War II did not have reverse gears, and they could only move forward while braking. This was undoubtedly digging a hole for themselves in the soft mud.

So, they only have one way to survive: rush up!

"Find their infantry cannons!" Yokota Dooho shouted at the driver: "And then crush them!"

Of course the cannon cannot hit the tank.
Chapter completed!