Suddenly someone shouted and the devils didn't know who it was.
What he heard was the two words "ghost child", Li Bin only felt that his whole body was boiling with hot blood. At this moment, someone said again: "It is said that the ghost child helps the Vietnamese monkey, and it's still the 6th Division!"
"Destroy the Sixth Division of his grandma! Not a single one should be left!" The trainmaster Liu Ping let out a furious roar.
The mention of the Sixth Division should be etched in the hearts of every Chinese person! This is a devilish beast division that manufactured the Nanjing Massacre! Decades of deep-seated hatred make every Chinese person want to tear this devilish beast division to shreds!
A faint rumble of a diesel engine came from the air, and a long row of small black dots appeared on the distant horizon.
The small black dots spewing out white smoke were getting closer and closer, and the "clanking" sound of the tracks touching the ground could be heard gradually. This time, it was indeed the Sixth Division that came up. Due to the heavy losses suffered by the Vietnamese and other "allied forces" in the attack, this time, the Allied Commander Robert Villard, in a fit of rage, ordered the deployment of the killer: the elite Japanese Sixth Division.
Since the Japanese Fuji School Brigade replaced its latest Type 10 tank, those Type 90 tanks were handed over to the 6th Division, which allowed the 6th Tank Battalion of the 6th Division to replace the old and vulnerable Type 74 tank with a newer Type 90 tank.
As the distance drew closer, the Japanese flag of Hinomaru fluttering in the distance became more and more eye-catching, this damn Japanese flag piercing the heart of every Chinese person.
"The enemy has air superiority, we'll let them get close and then engage in a dogfight! To avoid suffering unnecessary casualties from their bombing!" All levels of grassroots commanders are strictly executing the orders of their superiors.
As the distance drew closer, the Type 95 tank roared to life, ready to burst out of its cover and engage the Japanese Type 90 tanks that were charging towards them with a fierce momentum.
Each train formation starts reporting: ?
"Car No. 1 is ready!"
"Car No. 2 is ready!"
"Range 1200 meters, keep those bastards closing in!"
"Alright! 800 meters, prepare to strike!"
One by one, the mighty Type 05 tanks emerged from their hiding places with a rumble. Liu Ping, the gunner of Li Bin's tank, took a look through the periscope and gave a low command: "Distance 780, azimuth 86 degrees! Prepare to fire!"
Gunner Lin Chaohui manipulated the electric motor, slowly rotating the turret, and the dark cannon muzzle aimed at the Type 90 tank locked by the vehicle commander. He gently pulled the firing handle. The locked Type 90 tank was the one with the flag of Nisshoki inserted. This Japanese tank took on the task of "chess player", trying to insert their damn Nisshoki flag on our sacred territory!
With a loud "Boom", the 05-style tank cannon spewed out a six-meter-long flame, and a 140mm caliber shell with an initial velocity of 1800m/s left the barrel, rushing towards that 90-style tank.
In just 0.3 seconds, the tungsten alloy armor-piercing shell accurately landed on the turret of the Type 90 tank, and the powerful 140mm cannonball opened a small hole in the solid armor of the Type 90 tank like cracking an eggshell. The long rod and composite armor rubbed violently, producing a metal jet with a temperature of several thousand degrees that poured into the interior of the Japanese tank.
The scorching metal jet pierced the inner wall of the tank, penetrated the Japanese commander's chest and burned it into charcoal. Then this white-hot metal jet continued to advance, piercing the ammunition compartment wall at the rear of the turret, entering the ammunition compartment and causing a violent explosion of the ammunition inside the vehicle.
All that was seen was a dazzling fireball flashing, accompanied by a loud "boom" sound. The turret of the Type 90 tank was swept away in a whirlwind-like hot storm and flew into the sky, rolling over several times before falling to the ground dozens of meters away, landing upside down like a pot lid, still emitting thick smoke. The tank's base on the ground was licked by black and red flames, and it seemed that not one Japanese Self-Defense Force member inside could have survived!
Just as Lin Chao-hui fired a shell, his position was exposed to the Japanese tank's cannon. Another Type 90 tank took advantage of their delay in loading new shells to try and gain an edge in time.
The Type 90 tank fired a fireball, and the 120mm sub-caliber armor-piercing shell hit the turret of the Type 05 tank. All that was heard was a "bang" sound, as the reactive armor exploded, and the shockwave struck the rod once, greatly weakening the impact force of the armor-piercing shell. The rod then struck the main armor on the front of the turret, leaving a deep dent.
Inside the vehicle, Li Bin only felt that the entire tank was like being pushed by a giant's hand, and the whole vehicle shook violently under the powerful impact. Part of the armor on the inner wall of the vehicle fell off, forming metal debris that rained down on the commander and gunner.
The car was suddenly stained with blood, and the seriously injured driver and the gunner who was stabbed in the arm fell to the ground in pain. Although the Type 90 tank could not penetrate the Type 05 tank, however, the US-made depleted uranium ammunition fired from such a close distance still had great lethality against the internal personnel of the Type 05 tank!
The Type 90 tank of the Japanese army found itself hitting the target, and before the Japanese inside the vehicle had time to shout with excitement, an armor-piercing shell had already hit that Japanese armored vehicle. In front of the Type 05 tank's shells, the armor of the Type 90 tank was simply like paper, not worth mentioning at all.
A loud "boom" sound, countless flames burst out from the cracked car body, and the cannon that was just raised high fell down weakly. The hatch on top of the tank opened, and the Japanese tanker who was on fire escaped from inside. Suddenly, a rainstorm-like bullet attack came, and three Japanese tankers who were on fire convulsed and fell beside the burning tank.
Type 95 and Type 99 tanks fired one after another, shooting revenge shells at the cluster of Japanese tanks.
The cannons roared, and the Japanese tanks that came rolling in with a fierce killing intent one by one collapsed halfway, instantly filling the air above the Japanese formation with thick smoke.
The tank swung its turret and the machine guns swept the dense bullets into the crowd of Japanese soldiers who had just jumped off the infantry fighting vehicle and armored car, and rows of Japanese self-defense team members who had not yet stood firm were knocked down like weeds.
Infantry hiding in individual foxholes also fired a storm of bullets at the enemy, a dense network of fire covering the enemy's head, suppressing those Japanese who had just been frantically shouting and charging forward, they dared not lift their heads even as bullets whizzed over their heads.
But even if the Japanese infantry lay on the ground, they could not escape the punishment of justice. Rows of Type 87 automatic grenade launchers spat out tongues of fire at the Japanese, and 35mm grenades rained down on their heads like hail, exploding into large and small balls of fire. Arrow-like fragments shot down from the air, mercilessly tearing open the bulletproof vests on the backs of the Japanese who were lying on the ground, beating them into corpses covered in blood holes.
While in a coma, Liu Ping heard the sound of cannons outside and felt someone pushing him. He opened his eyes to see that Lin Zhaohui, the cannoneer, was shaking himself vigorously. When he turned his head again, he found himself covered in blood.
But Liu Ping still struggled to sit up, grabbed the periscope and continued to shout at gunner Lin Zhaohui: "Load the next shell, prepare to aim at the next target!"
Gunner Lin Chaohui nodded, he manipulated the control handle, and the burning propellant package was ejected from the breech, leaving only the base. The automatic loader fed the next round into the breech.
Enduring the pain, Liu Ping took a look at the periscope and through the fire control computer calculation, another Type 90 tank was locked on. With Liu Ping's order: "Azimuth angle 63 degrees, distance 1103, fire!"
A flash of red light, a 140mm shell whizzed out of the barrel.
The Type 90 tank that was hit on the opposite side flipped over with a loud bang, and then another shell penetrated the weak bottom armor, instantly hearing only a series of "clanging" sounds, the broken track was pulled out far away, the driving wheel and idler wheel flew off the track, rolling all over the ground.
"Get ready to take down another one!" shouted Liu Ping, the train conductor.
Just then, the earphones that had been crackling all along suddenly transmitted the commander's intermittent voice due to electromagnetic interference: "Mighty Tiger 01... Attention! Attention... There is a Cobra coming to attack..."
The air was filled with the ear-piercing whir of rotor blades cutting through the airflow, producing a loud "buzzing" sound. One after another, AH-1Z Super Cobra helicopters appeared in the sky above the treetops.
The attackers were the 6th Flying Squadron of Japan's 6th Division, and when the Japanese discovered that their tank corps had suffered heavy losses, these "airborne tanks" pounced on our army's positions like wolves.
