Chapter 142 Kikuta Is so Sour

As the commander of the No. 8 tank of the 89 tank battalion directly under the division.

Sergeant Kikuta Yuzo once thought that he had reached the peak of his life three days ago.

That's right! A farmer's son, because of his white face, he was appreciated by the lieutenant squad leader of the tank battalion and became an armored soldier;

In the past two years, due to the care of his superiors, he was promoted from a private to a sergeant-level tank commander. Then he fought bravely in this battle and led the No. 8 tank to destroy four Chinese heavy machine gun fortifications and one anti-tank gun. Ten days ago, he was promoted to sergeant, just one step away from second lieutenant.

What is life with cheats? Just look at Sergeant Kikuta Yuzo's military experience of more than two years.

But the cheating life is still going on. Only one week after being promoted to sergeant, he was promoted again. Although his rank was not promoted, he unexpectedly became the highest-ranking person in the 1st squad of the 2nd tank squadron of the tank battalion directly under the division.

His major squadron leader and the captain squad leader who had a crush on him all died on the battlefield. According to wartime regulations, he had to take over the command and take over the position of commander of the 1st squadron of the 2nd tank squadron.

Unfortunately, the 2nd tank squadron was no longer the armored iron stream with nine Type 89s and three Type 94s.

After two days of fighting, the squadron had only two Type 89 tanks left, five Type 94 armored vehicles, a major, and three lieutenants, all of whom died along with their steel mounts.

This is the rhythm of whoever is the boss will die! The Japanese sergeant who had a life of cheating was dreaming all night yesterday, dreaming that he returned to that barren land. Although he often didn't have enough food, at least he didn't have to worry about dying at any time.

But this was not the reason why Kikuta Yuzo's nose was sore when he heard the shells penetrate the sandbags and hit the steel plates.

After all, no matter what, he survived this cruel and bloody battle, and that was something to be thankful for.

According to the battle situation in the past two days, based on his experience, unless Colonel Jiro Wakiita and Lieutenant Colonel Shun Makino's heads were squeezed by the door, they would not easily launch a strong attack that caused heavy casualties to the Imperial Army.

But he didn't expect that he underestimated the stupidity of the two big guys in the 36th Infantry Regiment, which led to him receiving an order from the tank squadron to mobilize the entire army to cover the infantry attack early in the morning.

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The entire army is mobilized, what a mess! The sergeant-level commander just wanted to spray those two guys with shit on their faces, just like the high-raised buttocks of the infantrymen of the 2nd Infantry Battalion the night before.

Because, the so-called full army is just two 89 tanks? One is his tank squadron 1, and the other belongs to squadron 2. Wouldn't it be enough if you just said that the last two tanks should be deployed?

Even though he ordered the engineers to help tie three layers of sandbags, the huge load made the diesel engine, which was not very powerful to begin with, emit more thick black smoke, showing the power of industrial advancement, but Kikuta Yuzo was still extremely afraid.

Military orders are hard to disobey. No matter how much he cursed those two idiots in his heart, Kikuta Yuzo could only bite the bullet and sit in his No. 8 car to go to the battlefield.

The army colonel may not be able to kill officers above the rank of major to establish his authority, but a small sergeant like him has the power to kill and then report, as long as he dares to say "no".

Now, the machine gun that scares him the most is coming again. Damn it, is this the so-called weakening of heavy firepower?

The Japanese sergeant, who has always maintained a high level of tension, did not hesitate at all, and immediately patted the shoulder of the driver in front and ordered him to speed up.

Yes, not retreating, but gritting his teeth and moving forward.

It's not that Kikuta Yuzo is so brave, but he has long noticed that there is a three-story building that has not been completely destroyed 20 meters to the right in front. As long as he hides behind the building that is still supported by walls and reinforced concrete brackets, the 20mm caliber machine gun will not be able to do much to him.

This is also because of the shortcomings of small-caliber guns. They may have strong penetration at short distances, but because of the limited caliber and small amount of charge, they are not very destructive to large buildings.

If it were a 100-caliber artillery, Kikuta Yuzo would not dare to hide anywhere. A few shots would collapse the building. Would he run over and bury himself alive?

Without even a greeting, the 89 tank blocking the front suddenly accelerated and played a move similar to drifting. The Japanese infantry following behind were just stunned. Four of the five shells swept by the "Iron Head" who stepped on the launch pad and emptied half of the bullet board in one breath did not hit the tank, but swept into the Japanese infantry sequence.

In order to avoid being strafed by heavy machine guns, the Japanese infantrymen who followed the tanks and advanced with their backs bent were divided into two teams. From a distance, anyone could not help but marvel at the well-trained Japanese army. Even on the battlefield where life and death depended on a single moment, they were lined up neatly.

So, when four 20mm machine gun shells were swept over without regard, this formation, which was originally arranged to reduce the impact area, was too deadly.

Those who reacted quickly lay down directly, and those who reacted a little slower said goodbye to the word "reaction" from then on.

Dead people, naturally, have no reaction at all.

That is, when burning, carbohydrates will twitch because of the sudden loss of a large amount of water.

The shells that can penetrate 20mm steel plates are used to kill people, which can definitely make people who witness this have nightmares for a month.

A shell first broke the thigh of a Japanese soldier, and then changed direction slightly because of the hard leg bone, and passed through the soft abdomen of another Japanese soldier. The wound as big as a dish directly made the Japanese soldier stunned for more than two or three seconds, and then he screamed miserably and held the various organs that fell from the abdominal cavity with both hands.

The kinetic energy of the 20mm shell that hit two Japanese soldiers in succession had not yet completely decayed, and it once again blasted half of the body of a Japanese infantryman behind the second injured Japanese soldier, and then he disappeared.

But this was only the result of one shell. There were two shells that broke into the Japanese army.

But these two shells caused the Japanese army to lose half of a squad.

All the Japanese soldiers covered in blood were knocked down.

Not only them, but five seconds after the Surotong machine gun fired, almost all the Japanese infantrymen who were cautiously advancing, whether in the front or on the left and right wings, made the same tactical action-crawling.

That should mean that the Chinese have started to fight back with all their strength again! Any normal person would think so.

However, except for a machine gun that scared away Kikuta Yuzo's Type 89 tank and killed five or six Japanese infantrymen, the imagined light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns, and rifles remained silent.

Chinese, this is bullying people! Bullying tanks specifically?

Kikuta Yuzo, who was commanding the driver to flee while observing the battlefield through the observation hole, felt that Kikuta was so jealous at that moment.

Just like the dead lieutenant liked to call him to the dormitory to drink with him.