Crazy Legion "Come on, Style 90! Fight with joy!"

On the Kanto Plain, the ground was shaken and smoke soared into the sky. Groups of scarred Type 90 main battle tanks and Type 74 medium tanks were like large groups of wild boars with smoke and fire on their noses, roaring deep and low, and rushed to Sigu Station. In this strategic point of Sigu Station, a paratrooper battalion was firing anti-tank missiles. The red-arrow anti-tank missile launcher fired waves of arrows carrying fireworks, rinsing the broken tank array. After the trembling whistling sound, there was a sour sound of armor and a deafening explosion. Whether it was Type 90 or Type 74, you would be finished with one shot!

The commander of the Japanese army's armored cluster was about to break his teeth. In the past two weeks, the damn Chinese paratroopers set up ambush on every road leading to Tokyo. Anti-tank missiles, anti-tank mines, and anti-tank rockets were having fun. When they got tired of playing, they called for air support and long-range artillery fire, dumping countless armor-piercing projectiles on them, and successfully turned each road into purgatory. The road to Tokyo was even more out of reach than from the earth to the moon! Now they could even see the fireworks rushing high in Tokyo, but they were blocked at Siguchi Station, making it difficult to cross the line!

Damn Chinese paratroopers!

Damn Chinese!

The commander was furious and picked up the phone and yelled: "Yamamoto, you must take down Shiga Station within one hour, otherwise you will commit suicide by committing suicide by cutting your stomach and apologizing to the Emperor!"

Colonel Yamamoto, the commander of the tank wing who was commanding the battle on the front line, saw a ball of flames popping up in his eyes, and he punched the thick bulkhead of the Type 90 tank, and hissed and roared: "Blind command! You will be blindly commanded! There is a paratrooper battalion in Siguya Station. Even if you spend a day, you may not be able to chew it. Take Siguya Station within an hour? When we drive Gundam!"

It seemed to prove that what the corps captain said was the truth, two red arrow missiles hissed and thrust down. One of them was nailed to the ground and exploded with flames everywhere. The shrapnel splashed, and the other hit the turret of a Type 74 medium tank! A strong light flashed, and bang! The entire turret was split into pieces, rolling and flying up more than ten meters high with a fire pillar. Use the facts to tell the stupid pig commander who only knows blind command: the tank turrets driven by his subordinates were all watermelon-level in front of the anti-tank missiles of the Chinese army, and they were not equipped with Gundam and Zaku, nor Ultraman or Astro Boy came to help in the battle. They wanted to take Sigu Station within an hour... The difficulty was very great!

Another flame swept through at supersonic speed. An armored vehicle shook violently, making a loud noise. A big hole was driven out of the body. Flames and high-temperature and high-pressure gas erupted inside, and a bang blasted the entire body into a broken matchbox. A assault gun next to the armored vehicle only fired a shell, which attracted three anti-tank missiles to intersect the front and back. After a short and terrifying explosion, the gun barrel flew up.

In the air, within three thousand meters, this tragedy continued to happen. Although the Sigu Station was filled with fire and corpses, the outer edges were filled with thunder and fireworks. The charging tanks and armored vehicles were constantly hit and turned into burning scrap iron. A squadron at the forefront of the front line had two-thirds of the tanks destroyed in just five minutes. The squadron leader cried and said, "Can't attack! All the tanks were wiped out, but they still couldn't attack!"

Colonel Yamamoto gritted his teeth and said, "You can still report to me on the radio station, which proves that your squadron has not been completely exhausted yet! Bounce! Bounce for me! Even if there is only one tank left, you will rush into the Siguchi Station! The Chinese army is killing in our capital. The Yasukuni Shrine may be occupied by them at any time. The countless heroic spirits inside may be insulted. His Majesty the Emperor is waiting for us to rescue in the air defense fortifications in Tokyo! All the groups, we have no reason to retreat, either win or die in battle!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

A volley of self-propelled mortars accompanied by the attack of the armored troops, bombs fell like rain in Sigu Station, and black and red fireballs exploded in groups of three or five. The shrapnel and steel balls were as dense as a sudden rain. The station, which had been completely destroyed, was blown into a high-risk building. Two anti-tank missile launchers were hit, and violent explosions occurred. Another one was overturned. The soldiers inside were either killed or injured. The anti-tank firepower suddenly appeared in a small gap. The squadron leader who was trained to blush and let out a crazy howl: "Come with me!" He took the last three Type 90 main battle tanks, and used this round of artillery fire to cover the accelerator and stepped to the bottom, rushing up at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour!

Three anti-tank missiles were fired, and due to the problem of angle, only one hit... This means another Type 90 was beaten to the point of fire. This is a sad story. What's even more sad is that three drones quietly appeared in the sky, and the heart-wrenching violent roar of the 77b long-range self-propelled artillery came from afar! The paratroopers who were standing in the station were rejuvenated, and four shrapnel embedded in their bodies and became blood gourds smiled: "Those guys were finally willing to take it out of the street fighting in Tokyo and deal with these Japanese pigs... It's time to come. If I don't come again, I can't hold on!"

Without the order from the battalion commander, more than a dozen paratroopers set up laser indicators. The laser aiming line that was invisible to the naked eye shot towards the Japanese tanks that were approaching while shelling. A 120mm shrapnel shot was smashed down, and three paratroopers operating the laser indicators flew everywhere, but this could not save the lives of these tanks! A whistle sound came from the sky, and several artillery shells fell down like meteorites, and smashed them towards the Japanese tanks that were charging like eyes along the laser aiming line!

boom!

boom!!

boom!!!

What would it look like if a 155mm heavy artillery shell hit a tank weighing more than 50 tons?

Just look at the turret that was twenty or thirty meters high and the armor fragments splashed a hundred meters away. At the last moment of his life, the squadron leader saw a ball of bright light that was even more dazzling than the two suns rising at the same time. Then, his muscles, his bones, his mind turned into a ray of burnt steam in the high temperature and high pressure gas. Even if he searched for it one inch by one inch by one, he could not find any trace he had ever existed on this battlefield.

The Japanese armored soldiers howled in despair: "It's the Chinese army's laser-guided artillery shells!"

The entire tank formation was suddenly in chaos. In the past two weeks, they have suffered from the Chinese army's laser-guided artillery shells. This precise shell has left too deep shadows deep in their hearts. It is afraid, to the core! Almost all tanks and armored vehicles are regressing in instinctively, trying to escape from this place of right and wrong, avoiding the devastating blows that followed, and traffic accidents frequently occur. With the blessing of the double-headed eagle, decades of cultural invasion have successfully castrated most of the martial spirit of the Japanese army. In the eyes of the officers and soldiers of the Self-Defense Forces, joining the army is just a job with high welfare and good treatment. They are first a group of civil servants, and then soldiers, working hard.

It should be, but it is really a bit difficult to let them sacrifice themselves for the honor of soldiers. Although the broken mountains and rivers once again forced out the cruelty and tenacity of the wolf in their blood vessels, the concepts that have been formed subtly over the past few decades cannot be changed in a short period of time. At the critical moment of life and death, the first thing they thought about was to escape, rather than rush up against artillery fire and fight with the enemy with flesh and blood! This is also the reason why they were beaten by the 15th Airborne Army holding light armor in two weeks. The soft ones were afraid of hard ones, the hard ones, and the hard ones were afraid of life. These paratroopers were famously hard and hard and life-desirable. The Japanese army collided with them, and it was impossible not to be afraid of it.

When fighting, when there is no big gap in equipment, training, logistics, etc., all you have to fight for is courage and determination. If you are afraid, you won’t be able to win this battle.

Expensive laser-guided artillery shells flew over like a storm, hitting the target accurately. The thrilling kiss of death was being staged everywhere on the battlefield. The hit chariots instantly split into pieces and turned into wreckage. Black and red smoke pillars rose from the broken body, rushing higher and higher. In the almost desperate eyes of the Japanese generals, the Chinese tanks showed ferocious edges and corners behind the horizon. Damn Chinese, they actually pulled out of the mud of street fighting so quickly, which meant that the Japanese military formulated a plan to meet with the troops in the city, use the geographical advantage and eliminate the Chinese army in the city, completely failed!

The commander of the First Group Army used a telescope to look at the Japanese armored cluster in the distance, trying to count how many, but soon he gave up. It was useless and he could not count it at all. He was shocked: "My God, there are so many tanks! The Japanese army probably drove all the tanks that were driving!?"

The commander of the 16th Army licked his lips. This small action made the staff in the command car feel chilled all over his body. His body was filled with a bloodthirsty haze. It was pitiful that God only knew how much anger he had accumulated in the past three months. From Daqing to Shenyang, the 16th Army fought hard and fought hard. Almost every battle was done with all his strength, with heavy casualties, but he never won a happy victory. How could he not be angry? After coming to Tokyo, Liu Zhe

Under the instigation of an iron-blooded butcher, the 16th Army scattered all the anger on the Japanese, killing the people, killing the people with blood, killing them red, and getting addicted to killing! However, the Japanese army in the city had their souls blown away by the 460mm naval cannon and became soft-legged shrimps. It was really boring to kill. The powerful armored force in front of him seemed to be an ideal sandbag! He smiled and said, "It's better to be more, and the more you kill, the more you'll be more satisfying!"

In a few words, the Japanese armored troops were no longer in a state of chaos because they suddenly saw groups of flying wolves, two-seater long-range combat bombers rushed towards them! Under the angrily rebuked by the officers, the air defense forces opened fire desperately into the sky. The Hawk-style air defense missiles rose from the ground, and the self-propelled anti-aircraft guns made the shells splash out like fountains. The air defense missiles flew through the sky with flames, and the anti-aircraft guns exploded in the sky, like fireworks. A flying wolf that had just dropped the bomb but had not had time to modify it was hit by the air defense missile. On one side, the wings were blown to pieces, and a large cave was opened.

The hole fell down with a huge fire. This made the fierce flying wolf completely furious. The wild pilot not only did not escape for the time being, but instead pushed the joystick, dived down through the fireballs exploded by hundreds of anti-aircraft artillery shells. The explosion air wave made the fuselage bump, as if it might fall apart at any time. However, this did not affect the fire controller cursing and pressing the button, the aviation bombs on the hanger swayed down, and smashed the piles of tanks and armored vehicles on the ground under the pull of gravity, as well as anti-aircraft artillery cannons that were squirting at them like shrews!

The aviation bomb exploded at a low altitude, and countless projectiles were shot out. The speed of the two superimposed, making the speed of these little things close to the initial speed of the rifle bullet. The difference is that the initial speed of the rifle bullet began to decay from the moment it was out of the borehole. The closer it was to the target, the slower it was, but its speed was increasing, the faster it was approaching the target! The ground was lightning, and the projectiles were nailed to the ground like a rainstorm, and the flames rolled up. Whether it was the turret of the chariot or the head wearing a helmet, they were all penetrated to the end. Explosions were heard one after another, and blood mist flew up, dyeing the smoke into a dark red, which was shocking!

Dadadadadada———

Behind the armored troops, the strafing of machine guns that were so dense that there was no gap in the gap sounded. The 30mm machine gun shells swept down from the sky, and mercury was like leaking. The infantry and tanks that had not yet been hit by the aviation bombs were also in trouble. The poor infantry broke into pieces at the moment when the ballistics passed by, and blood plasma splattered everywhere. The moving tanks did not know how many shells they had been hit in an instant. The armor-piercing shells hit the thick armor, and a large ball of fire broke out, making a huge sound. The top armor would penetrate, and the members of the crew inside were either dead or injured! The angry Japanese soldiers raised their heads and happened to see a group of fighter planes flying at an ultra-low altitude.

The propeller at the nose of the aircraft made a huge noise that the soldiers during World War II were familiar with. It was a turboprop fighter! Given that the Japanese Air Force had been destroyed, there was no need to retain too many advanced fighter jets on this battlefield, Liu Zhe asked the two J-12c brigades to return to China to participate in the counterattack. As compensation, he transferred a hundred wingshock turboprop fighters to him! These turboprop fighters faced the Soviet armored troops like an arrow, which was full of thorns. They had no idea how to start. Every time they attacked the ground, they suffered huge losses, but they completely rebelled when they arrived at the Japanese battlefield. Every pilot said that the Japanese armored troops were chicken-flavored, crispy and delicious!

The Japanese army did not know so many inside stories. When they saw those turboprop fighters roaring by, they felt dizzy in their heads. After losing air supremacy, even the old antiques such as propellers that had been eliminated for decades dared to fly over their heads to shit! Some Japanese generals who had experienced World War II stared blankly at the turboprop fighters that were unscrupulous and slaughtering. They did not forget that in the early and mid-stage of the war of aggression against China, how did Japan use a bunch of wooden planes to bully the Chinese army, who had not even had anti-aircraft machine guns! Now, the Chinese army has also used propellers that had been eliminated for decades to deal with them. This slap was really loud!

It's really retribution...
Chapter completed!