"Boom!" A dazzling spark exploded in the darkness, and a Prussian machine gun fire point was reduced to rubble by a tank cannon.

The old monkey followed the tank, running "whoosh" and "whoosh".

They had a day of rest at the rear yesterday, and today it was their turn to rush to the front line again.

Old Monkey likes to fight at night. With everyone hiding behind the tank, there will basically be no casualties.

But it's different on the Prussian side. The muzzle flash will reveal their position. The direct-aiming artillery on the tank can take care of every machine gun fire point.

The infantry basically had no chance to shoot, and no chance to engage in crossfire.

Just make sure that the tank won't be blown up by the death squads who sneak in under the cover of darkness.

In fact, the old monkey admired the Prussian's courage very much. He held a ten kilogram explosive bag and ran forward as hard as he could.

It is lying in ambush on the path where the tank must pass. As soon as the tank comes over, it will pull the fire tube and stuff it under the tank.

It won't work if you pull it too early, and it won't work if you pull it too late. You still have to judge the burning speed of the fuse.

To be honest, it's a bit difficult.

Therefore, they have not had much success so far.

Most of those who succeeded were still holding the explosive package and crawling directly under the tank, grabbing whatever they could with their hands.

Then, it was blown to pieces by explosives.

The old monkey has seen their corpses, and none of them are intact. They are so miserable!

After two days and two nights of fighting, the strongholds outside Vyazma were basically eliminated. Tonight was the last few and strongest strongholds.

As long as these strongholds are cleared, Vyazma will be completely surrounded.

"when!"

A mortar shell landed on the tank and bounced off!

"Get down!" Hearing the voice, the old monkey lay down on the ground without even thinking.

Now the Prussians have also learned to be cunning and use delay fuses for mortar shells.

If it falls on a tank, it will fly up directly.

Exploding in the air, or exploding on the ground, can hurt the infantry following behind.

"Boom!" It was indeed a delayed fuse, and the explosion threw up a large amount of soil.

When it fell, it hit the old monkey on the head and face.

"Ah...!" A scream came from behind. It was probably that some unlucky guy didn't have time to get down and was hit by shrapnel.

The old monkey secretly shouted "lucky". If the cannonball exploded in mid-air, there would be more casualties.

"How many were injured?" The old monkey roared behind him.

"Two new recruits!"

"Is he dead?"

"It's no big deal, I won't die!"

"Stuff it in the shell crater and wait for the recovery team behind to pick it up."

When the old monkey heard about the new recruit, he didn't pay much attention.

They are the first to die on the battlefield. Veterans usually don't ask them what their names are, and they usually call them that person!

Only those who are neither dead nor disabled after two battles are qualified to be asked their names.

"We are almost entering the rifle range. They are all following the tank closely. Bullets don't have long eyes!" The old monkey shouted, got up, and continued to follow the tank step by step.

The soldiers behind also got up and continued to advance behind the tank.

If nothing else goes wrong, this is another extremely classic infantry-tank collaboration. Without eight or eight artillery pieces, the enemy cannot stop the tanks from advancing.

The enemy infantry opened fire, and the bullets hit the tank armor with a ping-pong-pong sound.

Everyone instinctively stretched their heads forward and held their helmets in the direction they thought a ricochet might fly.

In fact, it is really uncertain which direction the ricochet will fly from.

However, it is true that helmets can protect against ricochet.

A flare rose into the sky, and the Ming army on the battlefield was suddenly enveloped in snow-white light.

The remaining machine gun firepower was directed at the tanks lined up in a row.

But apart from a string of fire, there was nothing left.

The flares gradually fell, and the old monkey's eyes were completely dark, and he could not see anything.

The black sky is like this. After your eyes have seen the bright light, everything you look at is dark.

Before his eyes could adjust, "Boom!" a loud bang exploded in front of him.

The old monkey watched as the various gaps in the tank began to burst into flames. The tank commander crawled out of the tank with his body covered in fire, howling.

The sound was so miserable that the old monkey was dumbfounded.

How did they destroy the tank without seeing any enemy infantry?

But experience told him that he could no longer stay behind the tank.

"spread!

spread!"

The battlefield was filled with the sound of gunfire, and the old monkey's voice was drowned in the huge sound.

Not caring about others, the old monkey rolled directly into a crater next to it.

"Boom!" The tank exploded in front of his eyes, and the huge turret was lifted three to four meters high.

When it fell, it hit two Ming soldiers.

If a person is hit by this thing, he will basically be disabled.

The fire coming out of the tank is like a windproof lighter, with the flames spraying vertically upward.

"spread!

spread!"

The old monkey hugged the fire and shouted to his soldiers.

"Pa!" Another incendiary bomb exploded in the sky, and the sky and the earth were bright as day again.

The enemy's machine gun fire fired at the scurrying Ming army wantonly.

Several of the new recruits who were running around in panic were immediately knocked down.

It was through this light that the old monkey saw a guy carrying a rocket launcher about forty or fifty meters away.

"Holy shit! Bazooka." The new recruits won't recognize this thing, but the old monkey does.

How could the Prussians have such a thing!

"Ding San, you son of a bitch, you're blind!" the old monkey yelled, pulling his neck.

Just as he was scolding, the guy who wanted to sneak attack with a rocket launcher suddenly had a large ball of blood mist coming from his neck.

The deputy shooter behind him immediately picked up the rocket launcher, but just as he put the rocket launcher on his shoulder, another bullet hit his head.

"Fuck you!" The old monkey held an Aka rifle in one hand and rolled in with his body bent.

After a while, I came to the two corpses, grabbed the rocket launcher and ran back.

"withdraw!"

At least a dozen tanks were on fire, and the Ming army retreated.

Rundstedt mobilized everyone who could hold a shovel and began digging anti-tank ditches along the existing positions.

One method is not enough, so he thinks three methods are safe.

That night, all the Prussian soldiers in Vyazma were digging in the soil like groundhogs.

After all, there is strength in numbers. After a busy night, three circular anti-tank trenches appeared in the Vyazma area at dawn.

Not to mention, the soil dug out of the anti-tank trench was piled to one side, forming an artificial soil slope.

What the Prussians were doing behind the slope could not be seen by the Ming army.

But this is not difficult for the Ming army, they have aerial reconnaissance.

"What the hell!" Looking at the aerial reconnaissance photos, Cao Bianjiao wondered what his opponent was doing.

"This..., this seems to be the anti-tank trench we taught in the military school."

A staff officer shouted out smartly.

"Nonsense, I know. I mean, who taught them this trick?" Cao Bianjiao was a little angry.

With this ring of fortifications and the artillery support from the rear, it was much more difficult for the Ming army to capture the Vyazma area.
To be continued...