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Chapter 1962: Loading Shells

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    Kazuo Yamaguchi's tank unit continued to advance, and they went all the way after going downhill.  After walking for an unknown amount of time, an open field finally appeared in front of them.  When he saw the ground in front of him, Kazuo Yamaguchi said, "Yaoxi, I like working on this kind of terrain."

    Their tank unit is actually not suitable for the current mountainous area.  It's slow when going uphill, and can't stop the car when going downhill.  Along the way, they kept going uphill and downhill, very bumpy and very uncomfortable.  Now that they finally saw a piece of flat land, they were happy in their hearts.

    The tank unit was still advancing, and Kazuo Yamaguchi showed half of his body, holding up a telescope to look at the sorghum field in the distance.  The sorghum was being blown by the wind, shaking non-stop, making a hula hula sound.  It looked as if someone was hiding inside.

    "Report to Your Excellency, Captain, we suspect that there is a problem in the sorghum field ahead." At this moment, Jiro Ohara shouted over the radio.

    Jiro Ohara's chariot squadron rushed to the forefront.  They had already moved to the edge of the sorghum field, and for some reason, there was a trace of vigilance in their hearts.  Although they were not attacked by the Eighth Route Army along the way, it was a very happy time, but at the same time they also had their own judgment, and they always felt that there might be people hiding in these sorghum fields.

    Large tracts of sorghum fields are constantly shaking.  There is only one road in the sorghum field. If their tanks move forward in a straight line, if there are people hiding in the sorghum field, they can attack them even with simple Molotov cocktails.

    So looking at these situations, Jiro Ohara hesitated a little, and then reported to Kazuo Yamaguchi. After hearing the report from his subordinates, Kazuo Yamaguchi thought for a while, and then said: "Form a battle queue and move forward."

    Following his order, the tanks in the straight column in front began to change their formation, and the tanks behind rushed forward quickly and formed a horizontal line. There were more than a dozen tanks in the first row of offensive formation.  , followed by the second row and the third row.  These tanks rushed directly into the sorghum field as if they were combine harvesters.

    If there are people hiding in the sorghum field, they will definitely be surprised at this time. They originally wanted to launch a sneak attack on the tanks passing by here, but now the tank troops rushed towards them instead.  There is no way to hurt them anymore.  Even if the devil's tank does not fire, it can kill everyone hiding inside with just a machine gun.  What's more, there are second and third columns of tank troops.

    The tracks of the tank crushed the sorghum poles. Although it was only a dozen tons of tanks, if it was driven at full power, ordinary trees could be broken, let alone now.  In front of them were only some light sorghum poles.  The tank moved forward, hitting the sorghum poles constantly, and the sorghum poles kept falling down.  The fiery sorghum above also fell to the ground continuously, and was then crushed by the tracks of the tank.

    Anyway, the little devils don't eat sorghum noodles, and even their war horses don't eat this kind of food. For them, the rations of the Chinese people are meaningless.  They also don't care about starving Chinese people.  Even this saves them from doing it. If all the Chinese are dead, it will be easier for them to rule here.

    One after another tanks crushed the sorghum field and kept moving forward, leaving a mess everywhere they went.  The sorghum that was growing well was crushed in this way.  The devil's tank troops moved forward, invincible along the way.  It was as if Don Quixote was attacking the windmill.  After they drove over, the back was already in a mess.

    From a distance, Li Yunlong clenched his fists when he saw the little devil's actions.  Originally, he wanted to hide in the sorghum field, but fortunately, Qin Baoshan stopped him. Now, as Qin Baoshan expected, these little devils actually used such a despicable method.  They spoil the food of the common people.  They don't care about the life and death of the Chinese people. These damn invaders should all go to hell.

    Think of it here.  Li Yunlong looked around, and then said: "His grandma's, I want to use the special armor-piercing bullets we brought."

    Li Yunlong is very clear about the origin of this armor-piercing projectile. From the very beginning of its manufacture, Li Yunlong watched from the side.  He knew how precious this kind of armor-piercing bullet was, so the team they attacked this time carried only one such armor-piercing bullet for each gun.  Even so, it was already very costly.  Good steel should be used on the blade, and good shells should also be used in good places.  Now Li Yunlong wanted to shoot for the first time, so he put this armor-piercing bullet into it.

    Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Qin Baoshan said in front: "Anyway, this one will be destroyed sooner or later. You can do whatever you want."

    plumYunlong chuckled, picked up the cannonball and stuffed it into his own barrel.  The target has appeared, and they can also choose a certain type of ammunition.

    Then there is waiting.

    At this time, the atmosphere in the threshing ground was tense, and the concealed anti-tank guns were all ready to shoot at this time.  The gunners felt angry when they saw the little devil destroying the sorghum all the way.  This anger made them even more eager to fight.

    "Load special armor-piercing shells." In front of a gun, the squad leader of the artillery squad, Wang Gensheng, said.

    In the past, Wang Gensheng only threw grenades accurately.  However, as the Independent Cavalry Regiment of the Eighth Route Army continues to update its equipment, grenades alone are no longer enough. After all, the Eighth Route Army has more and more advanced weapons.  Wang Gensheng knew that if he did not keep pace with the times, he would definitely be eliminated.  Looking at the progress of Wang Xikui and the others, Wang Gensheng was very urgent, so he also followed suit and learned how to operate various advanced weapons.  Now he can easily operate these artillery.

    Hearing what he said, the loader on the side said: "We only have this one. If the first shot is shot out. What should Captain Li do if he scolds people?"

    "Since the cannonball was given to us, it must be used." Wang Gensheng said: "You can still shoot small cannonballs if you keep it? We have to give the little devil a blow, so that the little devil will only know how powerful we are."

    After finishing speaking, Wang Gensheng looked around again: "Look at the rest of them. Are they also loading this kind of shells?"

    Sure enough, the other artillerymen around also quietly stuffed the only special armor-piercing bullet they brought into it first, and they wanted to teach the little devil a lesson he would never forget.

    If other troops have good weapons, they have to hide them and be reluctant to use them, but it is different in the Independent Cavalry Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. Anyway, their Captain Li is capable and keeps good things.  Now that they have weapons, they have to use them.  When you run out, just ask for it again.

    One after another, the shells were stuffed into the barrel, just waiting for the little devil to come up to die.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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