"Boom!"
In an instant.
An explosion spread throughout the entire battlefield.
The monster spat out a large orange-yellow flame from its mouth.
A cannonball pierced through the air and smashed heavily into the Japanese team.
Bang!
A large ball of fire exploded on the spot.
A huge shockwave swept across the entire arena.
Immediately after.
One cannonball after another was spat out from Monster's mouth.
Continuous explosions occurred in the Japanese army. Flames shot into the sky everywhere, and limbs and flesh flew everywhere.
The scene had turned into hell on earth.
At this moment, the officers of the Kwantung Army Sixth Regiment led by Sakata Shoji clearly saw the appearance of the monster.
The ferocious shell made of steel, the thick cannon, the black hole-like muzzle, and the beauty of violence and iron.
"Not good, that's the chariot of the Yan Huang people.”
Sakata Shoji recognized the tank as a killer weapon at a glance and exclaimed.
Instantly.
All the Japanese officers were shocked.
Since the birth of World War I, tanks had been known as the Grim Reaper on the battlefield and the nemesis of infantry.
Other than heavy artillery, there was no other way to deal with tanks.
Now, Feng Jun's army had even brought out their tanks. They did not intend to give them any chance at all.
"Da da! Da da!"
Before Sakata Shoji and the others could react, bullets spewed out of the machine gun like a storm.
Wherever it passed, the Japanese soldiers were all shot into a sieve.
In the next moment.
12 majestic Renault FT-17 tanks spewed out black smoke as they rushed towards the Kwantung Army Sixth Regiment Command.
The air was filled with the strong smell of gasoline.
The sound of the tank's tracks rolling over the ground spread throughout the stadium.
Behind the tank, 18 Liaoyang produced armored vehicles slowly moved forward, harvesting the lives of the Japanese who had just escaped.
"Distance 520, bearing 72 degrees, fire!”
In the Renault FT-17 tank at the front, the tank captain, Li Zhenyuan, shouted.
"Clang!"
Inside the vehicle, the gunner quickly turned the turret and pulled the launch handle.
"Bang!"
A cannonball shot out.
The long orange flames were especially dazzling in the dark night.
"Boom!"
In just three short seconds, the high-explosive shot hit the Japanese team that was fleeing in all directions.
A dazzling fireball exploded in the air, and dozens of Japanese soldiers were torn into pieces by the shockwave.
All that was left was the minced meat mixed with blood and soil on the ground.
The rest of the Renault FT-17 tanks were not idle either. They aimed at their targets and fired.
Twelve Renault FT-17 tanks lined up in a horizontal line.
The main force of the Kwantung Army's sixth regiment was crushed, and the explosion enveloped the entire battlefield.
The rising smoke even blurred everyone's vision.
"Da da! Da da!"
The crisp sound of a machine gun came from behind.
Eighteen Liaoyang armored vehicles equipped with Browning heavy machine guns were firing wildly, sweeping the area in front of them.
The orange muzzle flame was several meters long.
A dense barrage of bullets landed on the battlefield.
The Japanese were beaten into bloody gourds.
"Bang!"
The officers and soldiers following behind the tanks and armored vehicles held their guns and loaded them.
One by one, they aimed at the Japanese who were still breathing on the ground and mechanically reloaded.
No one felt that this was cruel.
Because to deal with the invaders, they would not hesitate to use any means.
Although the single-shot Liao Type 13 rifle was slow, it could not stop the thousands of guards from firing.
The only thing waiting for the Japanese hiding in the foxholes was death.
"Brothers, kill these damn Japanese!”
"How can my Yan Huang Great Land allow small people to wreak havoc!”
The security division commander, Feng Ding, personally fired the light machine gun at the front.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Behind him, thousands of red-eyed soldiers kept pulling the trigger.
Compared to anyone else, Feng Junjun's love for this land was unique.
The Japanese were not only trampling on the land of Yan Huang, but they were also destroying their homes.
Therefore, every soldier was filled with anger that could destroy everything.
Each bullet carried unprecedented hatred and anger as it pierced through the Japanese's body.
Han Shaogong, who was originally hiding in the trenches, led the remaining expeditionary soldiers to join the flood of revenge.
The 2nd and 3rd regiments of the Guard Division surrounded them from the left and right.
For a moment, a dense crowd of people in gray military uniforms…The soldiers of the Northern Army covered an area of over a kilometer.
Shouts and gunshots pierced through the night, illuminating the entire North Camp like a fire.
.......
In the temporary command center of the 6th regiment of the Guandong Army.
Shoji Sakata held the official sword bestowed by the Emperor, and a trace of panic and terror appeared on his face.
Facing the powerful attacks of the Yan Huang soldiers, the Japanese's camp had long collapsed.
A large gray torrent completely drowned the yellow color of feces.
"Kill them!"
The Japanese did not completely lose their fighting spirit. They had been brainwashed by the martial arts world and chose to fight when they were in a desperate situation.
Many of the remaining Japanese soldiers on the battlefield withdrew their bullets.
The gleaming bayonet was particularly eye-catching under the light of the fire.
The reason why they withdrew the bullets was not to show that they were open and aboveboard.
Instead, he was afraid that he would accidentally injure his own people in a hand-to-hand battle.
"Da da!"
The expeditionary soldiers at the front didn't give the Japanese a chance to fight.
A series of bullets shot out from the Thompson submachine gun.
The Japanese soldier with the bayonet was instantly turned into a sieve.
"Pah!"
Behind the American soldiers, a few soldiers from the Feng Army directly went up and smashed the Japanese's corpse to the ground with their rifle butts. They spat at the same time.
How dare a small island Japanese act so presumptuously in my Yan Huang Land? He simply didn't know what to say!
Even after experiencing the 1894 - 1895 naval battle, the pride hidden deep in the hearts of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor had never disappeared.
In the face of these hungry wolf-like Japanese, any descendant of the Yellow Emperor could only despise them.
Since the Han Dynasty, the Japanese had once bowed their heads to us and paid tribute respectfully.
Liu Xiuqin, Emperor Guangwu of the Eastern Han Dynasty, gave the king of the Japanese slaves a gold seal.
In the Tang Dynasty, the Japanese wantonly sent envoys to China to exchange and study.
Until now, the folk culture and architectural style of the East Japan had a strong legacy of the Tang Dynasty. Even the samurai sword imitated the Tang sword.
Ordinary people would know how to wag their tails and beg for mercy if they had a dog, but what about the Japanese? After eating and drinking to their fill, they ended up thinking about invading the Yan Huang Great Land all day long.
This can be tolerated, but what can't be tolerated!
"Han Shaogong!"
Zhang Jing 'an, who was in charge of the Northern Military Camp, also personally went to the battlefield. He had a Mauser rifle in his hand, and he could hit the target with every shot.
Having graduated from the German Military Command Academy, his favorite was still the Mauser 98K.
Although its firing speed was not as fast as a semi-automatic rifle, its accuracy was far better than any other rifle.
Because of this, Zhang Jing 'an planned to select a group of precision shooters and snipers from the army to use the sniper rifle modified from the Mauser 98K.
With the support of snipers, the army would be like a tiger with wings in the future.
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