Rise From Eight Hundred

Second Lieutenant Matsuda's leg was shot through, but his movements were extremely flexible.

The tactical movement of rolling on the hillside at high speed was comparable to the ball pushed by a dung beetle, and if it was matched with the smell on its body, it was simply.

So, he quickly hid behind a boulder weighing nearly 300 kilograms. Unless the Chinese used infantry artillery to bombard him, otherwise, his life would be saved.

Especially after seeing that the sergeant who had looked at him so disgusted that he didn't want to hide it was hit in the helmet by a heavy machine gun bullet from somewhere unknown.

The material of the 90 steel helmet could not resist the powerful kinetic energy warhead at all. The warhead broke directly into the helmet and left a hole as thick as a thumb. There was no need to check his heartbeat. Just by looking at the blood flowing like a waterfall from the gap in the helmet, Second Lieutenant Matsuda knew that if the sergeant didn't die, it would be the real appearance of Amaterasu.

His heart was thumping, and Second Lieutenant Matsuda actually felt grateful for the bullet that pierced his calf.

Although that feeling made the Japanese Army lieutenant who once held a samurai sword and swore to shed the last drop of blood for His Majesty the Emperor feel a little ashamed.

"For His Majesty the Emperor, I have to live well." Lieutenant Matsuda quickly found a reasonable reason for himself, and quickly hid his head behind a big rock, determined not to look at the Chinese position again.

The Chinese were crazy. In order to stop the attack of the imperial infantry, they did not spare ammunition. Not only rifles, but even many machine guns were firing desperately.

Sparks flew on the boulder where he was hiding.

Lieutenant Matsuda did not dare to look at the Chinese position, but this did not prevent him from casting his eyes on the 89 tank less than 200 meters away from him.

The nearly invincible big guy was turning the tracks to adjust the direction of the muzzle of the 57MM short-barreled artillery. Even if countless bullets fell on its huge body, nothing could be left except some sparks.

The 89 tank was no more than 350 meters away from the Chinese position. At such a close distance, no fortifications could withstand the power of the tank gun. One shot would destroy a fire point.

So, Lieutenant Matsuda looked at the brilliance of his own tank!

That was definitely the most brilliant fireworks he had ever seen in his life, not because of the 57mm tank gun of his own tank, but from the tank itself.

The Chinese gunner who had been locked on the Japanese Type 89 tank under the cover of smoke finally pulled the breech block, and a tungsten core armor-piercing shell rushed towards the thick armor of the Type 89 tank.

The 37mm anti-tank gun was not actually the main gun in the Four-line Regiment. They were rarely seen on the battlefields. It was not because of their low power. The 37mm anti-tank gun that could fire both grenades and armor-piercing shells was actually an excellent anti-armor gun on the Chinese battlefield.

In the Battle of Songhu, an anti-tank gun regiment with 16 anti-tank guns even destroyed 17 Japanese Type 89 main battle tanks.

The main reason why the 4th Regiment used it less was that the Japanese armored forces they encountered were not many, and the machine guns alone were enough to deal with them. Another reason was that the 37mm anti-tank gun was too heavy, and the weight of the gun body of the gun carriage was as high as 450 kg, which made its mobility somewhat weak.

Unless it was to focus fire on the Japanese infantry, otherwise, the 37mm anti-tank gun had few opportunities to go on the battlefield.

For several Chinese anti-tank gun main gunners, most of the time they felt helpless to watch from the sidelines. This time, they could follow the 683rd Brigade to the battlefield and have the opportunity to go to the front line and compete with Japanese tanks. It was definitely the opportunity they dreamed of to prove themselves.

Therefore, as the main gunner of the No. 1 gun, Zhen Dazhuang was very excited. After finding the figure of the Japanese tank in the smoke, it took only 30 seconds to adjust the muzzle and fired a shot at the Japanese tank that had just finished shelling.

But hitting training steel plates and active tanks are actually two different concepts, especially in this battlefield where a lot of smoke and gunpowder are artificially created to make the vision extremely poor. Zhen Dazhuang's shot missed, and it happened to hit the corner of the armor at the front of the 89 tank.

That is the thickest part of the 89 tank, and the key is that the corner can bounce the shells!

"Dong!" With a loud bang, a small pit was hit at the corner of the front armor of the 89 tank, and a spark that could blind people's eyes burst out, but the tank was fine.

"Damn it!" Zhen Dazhuang, who was wearing the rank of sergeant, punched the gun carriage hard, and then shouted loudly: "Load the shells! Fuck the dog again."

What's going on? Lieutenant Matsuda was stunned.

But the Japanese soldiers in the 89 tank were not stupid. After feeling the vibration of the tank, they stepped on the accelerator frantically, and the 89 tank that rushed forward suddenly escaped the bad luck again.

The No. 2 gun also opened fire, and a shell landed 50 meters behind, hitting a pile of rocks. The fragments of stone shattered by the armor-piercing shells flew and directly swept down several Japanese soldiers who were bending forward nearby.

The two anti-tank guns fired one after another, but all in vain.

However, it was scary enough! Especially for the Japanese armored soldiers in the tanks.

They knew very well that if it wasn't for the appearance of Amaterasu, the Chinese tank guns that had been hiding quietly would probably hit them with one shot.

"Baga! The Chinese have tank guns! Move to avoid, find him, and kill him!" Captain Si Benhao, the captain of the tank squadron in the position of the commander in the tank, yelled at the top of his lungs and slapped the back of the driver in front of him.

This is because the Japanese tanks were not equipped with in-vehicle intercoms, and the noise inside the tanks was too loud, so the commander's orders could not reach the driver's ears. The specially developed signal lights for conveying orders were not available for the driver to see during the battle. That's why body language was developed. Patting the back hard like Si Ben Haonan meant moving forward.

Of course, it was not moving forward in the direction of the position. When it approached 350 meters, the front of the tank was no longer facing the direction of the top of the mountain position, but facing the position with the thickest armor corners. This can not only withstand the firepower of the Chinese, but also facilitate the firing of the 57mm tank gun located in the turret.

However, the Japanese armored soldiers who had just felt the edge of death would not completely entrust their lives to the armor corners. They were lucky just now, but luck could not always be good. They believed more in their tactical level.

What the Japanese army had to do now was to get the tanks moving, so that the opponent needed to hit a moving target, which was naturally extremely difficult.

The choice made by Captain Si Ben Haonan in a few short seconds was undoubtedly extremely correct.

The radio station faithfully transmitted Si Ben Haonan's order to the ears of the other tank crews, and several Type 94 light tanks collectively exploded.

Facing tank guns, they are like businessmen meeting officials, and they let their opponents take whatever they want!

At the same time, the Type 89 medium tank with a maximum power of 170 horsepower roared wildly, spewing out bursts of black smoke and driving the tracks to accelerate diagonally along the hillside. An armored soldier wearing a tank cap even poked his head out of the turret regardless of danger and observed the battlefield with a telescope.

Soon, the Japanese armored soldiers also found the target.

The white smoke produced by the anti-tank gun when firing was rising, and it was also obvious behind the Chinese position. After adjustment, the 57mm gun pointed obliquely at the position at three o'clock opened fire.

Tanks and anti-tank guns are natural enemies. The latter was born specifically to kill the former, but this does not mean that anti-tank guns have a firm advantage.

On the contrary, tanks that can walk freely have inherent advantages, and the power of the 8mm short-barreled gun is far greater than that of the 37mm anti-tank gun. If they shoot at each other, the tank will naturally have the advantage.

Therefore, even though the opponent almost went to see Amaterasu collectively after a quiet shot, the 89 tank carrying the highest commander of the 108th Division Armored Squadron did not retreat, but maintained an offensive posture.

Of course, exposing the fragile rear of the tank with the engine to the opponent on the battlefield is the stupidest tactic. Moreover, if he retreated without the order to retreat, the result would be worse than dying in the tank.

Therefore, fighting against the natural opponent is also the only choice for this Japanese armored captain.

However, the brave captain of the tank brigade did not know that the 8mm short-barreled manual gun, despite its large caliber, is actually another failure of Japanese military industry.

This thing does not have much armor-piercing ability. It is just a mobile grenade launcher, and its offensive ability is not as good as the 70mm caliber 92 infantry gun.

Of course, we can't blame the Japanese military experts for being too scumbag. This is also related to the opponent China that they have been staring at.

In fact, China is too weak, so weak that it basically has no tanks. The target enemies have no tanks, so what are the tank guns for?

In line with the idea of ​​​​saving resources to the maximum extent, Japanese military designers designed the seemingly powerful 57mm tank gun to destroy machine gun firepower points, civil engineering works, suppress infantry firepower and other functions at close range, which is absolutely a good helper for infantry.

The Japanese army, whose combat concept still exists in the First World War, never regarded tanks as a main force. Tanks are just a weapon to assist infantry military operations.

In the early stage of the war, this combat concept was undoubtedly successful. They faced the Chinese army, which only had mortars, mountain guns, and anti-tank guns at most.

Not to mention the medium tanks with more than 20 mm thick armor such as the Type 89, even the mini tanks of the Type 94 and Type 95, which are mainly used for reconnaissance, are almost rampant in China.

In the battlefield of North China, in addition to poison gas, tanks were almost the last straw that crushed the Chinese people's tenacious resistance, and they never lost.

This also led to the fact that the Type 97 medium tank, which was developed and finalized by the Japanese army in 1937 and was about to be put into large quantities of equipment, still adopted this concept, and the 57mm short-barreled gun was still their only choice. A good helper for the infantry is the greatest compliment to them.

It has been proved on the battlefield in China that the sandbags and other civil engineering works that the Chinese are accustomed to piling up are basically not a match for the 57mm gun. If one shot doesn't work, then two shots will do.

Including the angry Captain Si Ben Haonan, the Japanese tankmen all have a strong belief that under the roar of the imperial tank, the Chinese resistance is ultimately futile.

They don't know that the Type 97 medium tank equipped with a slow initial velocity and weak armor-piercing 57mm tank gun was almost beaten to pieces by the 7th Armored Brigade of the British Empire equipped with m3 light tanks in the Battle of Yangon, Myanmar four years later.

The 57mm tank gun, which is invincible on the Chinese battlefield, cannot even penetrate the 13mm to 44mm armor of the M3 light tank. If you want to ensure penetration, you must get as close as 200 meters, which is almost the distance of a tank bayonet. But before that, the 37mm tank gun equipped with the Empire M3 light tank had already exploded the newly equipped Japanese Type 97 tank.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

Opposite them, in the area where two 37mm combat defense guns are located, an infantry platoon used a Japanese bomb crater and blasting to build a sunken fortification. The entire huge body of the combat defense gun was placed at a depth of one and a half meters. In the crater, six layers of sandbags were piled on the outside to form a circular fortification. Hundreds of kilograms of large rocks were used in the middle of the sandbags to ensure that the Japanese army would bombard them with infantry artillery to ensure a certain survival rate.

Although a bit crude, this is the strongest fortification that the commanders and fighters of the 921st Division, who have long been at a firepower disadvantage, can build in a short period of time.

Moreover, after the war, it was proved that this simple but strong enough earth fortification blocked the bombardment of the Japanese 57MM tank gun.

One shell even directly hit the outer layer of sandbags, blowing up four layers and even shattering the big rocks in the interlayer. However, it did not completely break through the earth fortifications piled up by quantity. The four gunners in the fortifications Although his mouth and nose were bleeding due to the shock, his life and precious artillery were saved.

Of course, those green chai that almost turned the eyes of the Chinese soldiers on the battlefield into rabbit eyes also played a huge role.

Even if the Japanese armored soldiers stuck their heads out of the tank to observe regardless of life and death, they could only give an approximate location under the thick smoke.

They were lucky enough to have one shot within three shots hit the outside of the fortification.

War requires luck, but if it depends entirely on luck, it will be an ugly death. In the end, it all depends on strength.

The Japanese tanks that were frightened by the tank guns were like wasps that had exploded their nest. They maneuvered and counterattacked in disorder on the hillside. The four Type 94 light tanks drove very fast and suppressed the position by firing wildly with two 7mm machine guns. The firepower on.

The two 37mm anti-tank guns no longer concealed themselves, and just stared at the 89 tanks that were maneuvering desperately with black smoke and opened fire. As long as this big guy was killed, the Type 94 light tanks with only machine guns would pose no threat to them.

"Baga, how come Tubal has an anti-tank gun?" Nobita Nobita widened his eyes in disbelief after seeing all this through the telescope.

The Japanese Army's Shao Zuo has become accustomed to the 921 Division, an old opponent, whose regular operations are old rifles and a few light machine guns. They are definitely the elite among the elite. If there are mortars, it means they are the main force.

Suddenly, the Chinese actually developed sophisticated weapons such as anti-tank guns. Naturally, they were extremely psychologically uncomfortable.

This kind of mentality, in modern parlance, is called: Don’t see the poor eating a piece of meat.

The Japanese Army Major Zuo was not used to it at all. At most, he was angry that the poor had started to eat meat. But for Second Lieutenant Matsuda in the center of the battlefield, his mentality was broken!

That was much more destructive than before when he was covered in 'real fragrance'!

The reason is simple. The Type 89 tank was still 180 meters away from him, but when the sparks bloomed brightly on the tank, everything changed.

The tank was maneuvering wildly on the hillside like a wild boar that had been hit by an arrow. However, he felt that the big rock he was standing on was not safe enough, so he chose another rock 70 to 80 meters away.

So, thanks to the efforts of a disabled second lieutenant and the madness of the "arrowed wild boar", the second lieutenant and the wild boar miraculously met on the battlefield.

The shortest distance between the two sides will never exceed ten meters.

You have to say that in normal times, Second Lieutenant Matsuda would use this big black-smoking iron lump as the best cover.

But now, watching the Chinese fire after the 89 tank like a cannon, directly breaking a large stone as high as a person that was rubbing the track of the 89 tank in half, the Japanese Army second lieutenant huddled behind the big stone just wanted to say a few words A stupid armored soldier yelled: Don't come over!

No one knows that what worries the poor Japanese Army second lieutenant the most now is not that he descended too fast, but that the bullet just hit his thigh directly? In that case, at least I can still breathe while lying in that dung field! Instead of watching yourself being torn to pieces by Chinese artillery.

Sure enough, there are no absolutes in this world, and sometimes hell can turn into heaven!

Your arsenic is my medicine! Maybe this is the truth!

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