Chapter 1 The Slaughterhouse

Feng Ruili, the company commander, stared intently at the lead tank, waiting for it to enter the designated killing field.

This killing field was set up by the First and Second Companies specifically for this Japanese tank squadron.

Watching the lead tank lumbering towards the predetermined target, Feng Ruili immediately ordered, "Fire!"

His voice was very loud, and he also fired the first shot: "Bang!"

This gunshot was the signal.

The Second Company was on the opposite side, the two companies separated by three or four hundred meters on either side of the road, so shouting wouldn't be heard.

As soon as Company Commander Feng's gun fired, Hao Shou quickly fixed the direction of the artillery. Just now, its barrel had been tracking the third Japanese tank.

Aiming at the third Japanese tank, fixing the barrel, he took two steps back and shouted loudly, "Pull the cord!"

With a "Boom!" the infantry gun fired. Not far from him, two comrades firing rocket launchers also fired one after another.

At this time, Company Commander Zhao Shu didn't pay attention to his men firing at the Japanese.

He concentrated all his energy on Hao Shou. Company Commander Zhao Shu only stared at the third Japanese tank. If his gaze could turn into a laser, it would definitely melt through that Japanese tank.

Fortunately, Zhao Shu and his team were very reliable, achieving a true one-shot kill. The third Japanese tank was blown a big hole right under Company Commander Zhao Shu's gaze.

Company Commander Feng's gunshot was the order: after the first gunshot, "Rumble!"

"Rumble! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshots never stopped, and the artillery fire was incessant.

Yan Youyizhen, sitting on the top of the first tank, felt a pain in his chest when he heard the gunshot. He looked down and saw a small blood hole suddenly appearing in his chest.

In the instant he looked down, his chest hurt again and again. What was originally just a small blood hole instantly increased to six or seven. His consciousness became acutely aware as he died: Was this an ambush?

At this moment, Yan Youyizhen felt the tank shake violently, as if it had been silent for many years and suddenly its firepower wanted to erupt.

Yan Youyizhen's body, which had already lost consciousness while sitting on the top, didn't slide into the tank. Instead, it was jolted up a meter or two by the tank before falling to the ground.

The tank he commanded was the vanguard of the entire tank squadron, and both the driver and loader had the top skills in the entire squadron.

This time, they had no chance to use their skills. They didn't even know what had happened when the tank was blown open from the left side.

Fragments of shells and debris from the exploded tank flew wildly inside the tank.

When the shell first hit the tank, the entire tank made a deafening sound, like a large bell suddenly being struck.

"Buzz!" The Japanese soldiers sitting inside the tank were so shocked by this sound that blood flowed from their ears.

They couldn't care about anything else and immediately covered their ears with their hands.

Then, this had no effect. Fortunately, the left side of the tank was blown open by a shell, and countless shrapnel and debris flew around, colliding with the iron walls in the narrow space inside the tank and bouncing back.

The three Japanese soldiers inside the tank were constantly being hit by flying iron pieces, using their bodies to contain them.

These iron pieces, shrapnel, and debris took the lives of the three Japanese soldiers almost in the blink of an eye, also ending their suffering from the deafening noise.

All this, Yan Youyizhen, who had just gone to heaven, didn't know. He had already collapsed on the road, more than dead.

With continuous loud noises, Captain Ruimu Cang Kong's eyes couldn't keep up.

He saw that the three tanks at the front were all blown to pieces by the sudden artillery fire.

Some of those fragments actually flew to his eyes, passing by him.

It's just that Captain Ruimu Cang Kong had been shot many times. Just now, when he heard the gunshot, his body trembled. He was preparing to shrink back into the tank, but his body couldn't keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

He had already been shot. By now, he didn't know how many times he had been shot, and his body couldn't react.

One thing Captain Ruimu Cang Kong was sure of was that he was definitely dead.

His desperate eyes stared intently at the three tanks that had already burst into flames. He couldn't issue any orders and just slid straight back into the tank.

Hao Shou and the others blew up the third tank, but there was no cheering or celebration. Like seasoned veterans, they immediately began to adjust the artillery, preparing to fire on the sixth tank.

This was arranged by Company Commander Feng in advance. If the first round of artillery didn't hit, they would continue to attack the first target.

If it hit, they would attack the sixth tank. If there were still Japanese tanks that hadn't been blown up after firing at these two tanks, they could fire at will.

Hao Shou set himself the goal of guaranteeing two and striving for three, ensuring that he would take down the two tanks within his responsibility and striving to take down the third tank.

Hao Shou was busy but not chaotic. He still had time to scan the entire battlefield.

With this one glance, he had a good grasp of the situation on the battlefield: the three Japanese tanks at the front had been blown apart.

The three tanks at the rear had also been destroyed. They were all on fire and had all stopped.

Only the tanks in the middle were still moving back and forth on the road, constantly turning, trying to escape from the road.

All the Japanese soldiers who had been sitting on top of the tanks before firing were gone from these few tanks that were still moving. There were three tanks with a Japanese soldier lying prone on top, and it could be clearly seen that fresh blood was flowing from their bodies, leaving red marks on the iron skin of the tanks.

Deng Xian was an ordinary soldier in the First Company of the Sishui Security Regiment. His platoon's task in this battle was to shoot the Japanese soldier on the fourth tank.

His rifle, like the others in the platoon, was following the Japanese tank. He heard a gunshot.

Deng Xian didn't think about anything, held his breath, and gently pulled the trigger: "Pa!" The gunshot sounded.

His first bullet on the battlefield today was fired. Immediately after, Deng Xian quickly pulled the bolt, ejected the shell, and loaded the gun.

When he tried to aim again, he realized that the target of his platoon had already fallen on the tank, motionless, trembling with the tank's vibrations. The blood flowing from the Japanese soldier's body had formed several red streams on the tank, flowing quickly down the tank's iron skin towards the ground.

Deng Xian quickly looked at the other tanks. The remaining tanks had already been blown up, and there were no living Japanese soldiers showing their heads on the tanks that hadn't been destroyed.

Now they had no targets to shoot at, only a team of Japanese cars three hundred meters away from the tanks.

At this time, they had stopped. Two cars were trying to turn around on the road, but because of panic, both cars drove off the road and overturned.

The remaining cars were much more careful. They moved slowly on the road, trying to turn around and escape.

Feng Ruili also saw the situation that Deng Xian saw. The first round of attacks on the entire battlefield was better than he had expected. Every soldier had completed their target.

Now he was just waiting for the result of the second round of shooting, but he couldn't wait any longer and shouted into the radio, "Company Commander Hou, have each company's infantry charge towards the Japanese car team behind the tanks."

He also ordered everyone in the First Company, "Except for the infantry guns and rocket launchers, everyone else chase after them and seize those cars."

Even so, he was afraid that his men wouldn't be able to catch up with the cars, so he shouted into the radio again, "Eleventh Company, Twelfth Company, can you hear me? This is Company Commander Feng Ruili of the First Company."

Company Commander Wu Zhizhi of the Eleventh Company immediately replied, "Eleventh Company received! Please speak."

Company Commander Kong Heze of the Twelfth Company also replied, "This is Kong Heze of the Twelfth Company, please speak."

"The First Company has blocked the Japanese tanks at the front and rear. Two of the cars behind the tanks have overturned, and the remaining cars are turning around. Please pay attention! Don't let them escape."

"Received!"

"Received!"

Zhao Shu, Qian Jia, and the other security companies immediately began to take action after receiving the order.

Those militiamen who had been restless for a long time were now full of energy when they heard that they could chase the fleeing cars.

The soldiers jumped out of the trenches one by one and ran towards the cars that were still turning around.

Kouchi Tarou was driving a tank in the tank squadron. It was in the fourth position. When it saw the tank in front of it suddenly stop,

followed by an explosion of fire, it was immediately stunned. It was just a driver, operating the tank, what should it do now?

Kouchi Tarou was waiting for the order from Commander Matsui Kaito!

It's just that its commander, Matsui Kaito, had already shrunk back into the tank, riddled with at least ten bullets.

He was already more than dead. Now was the time for Kouchi Tarou to make his own decision.

It roared, "Armor-piercing rounds!" No matter what the situation, load the shells first.

Then it roared again, "Where are the enemies?"

Observer Yoshida Daixiong nervously responded, "No enemies have been found yet!"

Yakawa Kazuki, who was responsible for firing, replied at this time, "Armor-piercing rounds are loaded."

It was ready, just waiting for a target, but all it could see now were the burning tanks.

Yoshida Daixiong nervously observed the surrounding situation, but when it looked out, all it could see in the rice fields after the autumn harvest were some straw bundles standing in the field.

Then it found nothing else. No enemies? That was impossible.

How could it be said that there were no enemies when the tank in front was already on fire?

The visible enemies were impossible, and these undetectable enemies were scaring the Japanese soldiers in the tank to death.

They didn't know when it would be their tank's turn to be unlucky.

Kouchi Tarou couldn't care about anything else at this time. It operated the tank towards the side of the road.

It was better to move randomly than not to move at all. It didn't know where the enemies were or what actions the enemies would take next.

It also didn't know whether the No. 3 tank that had just been blown up was blown up by a landmine or by an anti-tank gun.

Kouchi Tarou, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was very helpless. The position was too low and the field of vision was too narrow, making it impossible for it to clearly see the entire battlefield.

It could only act on its intuition and courage.

Its tank only drove to the side of the road to look at the slope of the road, but it didn't dare to continue down.

The slope was a bit steep. If it drove down like this, there was a high possibility that the entire tank would roll over.

If it wanted to go down the road in this situation, it could only be perpendicular to the road.

Kouchi Daixiong quickly reversed the car. It wanted to adjust the position of the tank.

The infantry guns of the First Company of the First Regiment hit the Japanese tank in the first round.

Xue Luo, as a gunner in one of the three infantry guns, successfully completed his mission, and he was naturally happy.

But now was not the time to celebrate. What they had to shoot next was the tank that was just in fourth place.

In just a short time, that tank had pushed the No. 3 tank, which had been blown up and stopped, a few times.

It was trying to create a space, and then drive down towards the side of the road.

The Japanese army's intention was very obvious, Xue Luo could see it at a glance.

Although the noise inside the tank was very loud, the Japanese soldiers could still hear the sound of the shell exploding.

Each of these tanks had a commander in each group, but now they were all dead, and no Japanese soldier was willing to stick his head out to check the situation.

However, these tanks and armored vehicles began to mess up their formation. They were preparing to rush down the road.

Kouchi Tarou was very depressed now. It pushed the tank in front of it a little distance, but the tank behind it took the position. If it wanted to straighten its direction, it had to wait for the tank behind it to give way.

The tanks behind it all thought the same way, so one tank after another pushed up, and only the last tank could turn its direction first.

Only then could the tanks in front straighten their directions in order. But would the soldiers of the Lu Nan Detachment agree?

Sakai Daiki finally turned around on the road and could drive down the road.

The slope down the road was very steep. Only by driving straight down like this could it be guaranteed that it would not roll over.

At this moment, Sakai Daiki, who had not found the enemy, finally found the target.

Not only did it find the target, but so did the observer on its tank, Kometani Tadan.

They saw: a row of fire suddenly flashing a few hundred meters away. Those flashes were definitely not muzzle flashes from rifles or heavy machine guns, they could only be muzzle flashes from artillery firing.

The reaction of consciousness was always the fastest and most direct. Sakai Daiki immediately understood: those artillery were the culprits who had just destroyed the tanks behind them.

But even if it understood now, it was too late. But it still subconsciously shouted, "Straight ahead! Fire!"

Its foot also stepped on the accelerator as a conditioned reflex, and its hand began to laboriously turn the steering wheel, trying to avoid the fired shells by zigzagging.

Shells fired from this distance of less than five hundred meters took less than a second to fly through the air. All of Sakai Daiki's reactions had not yet been transmitted to the tank.

The tank had already fed back the real feeling. First, a deafening sound reverberated inside the tank. Funaki Joushiro, who was about to fire after receiving the order, immediately let go of his hand and couldn't care about anything else.

Its hands tightly covered its ears, and its whole body softened and it sat down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a window suddenly opened on the front of the tank, and what poured in was not only sunlight and wind, but also countless armor fragments and shell fragments.

Sakai Daiki, who was sitting in the driver's seat, instantly turned into a pile of flesh and blood. Its body was pierced by countless iron pieces, and its entire body was hollowed out by the flying shrapnel.

The gunner and observer on this tank were also hit by those shrapnel at the same time. Even if there wasn't a single living Japanese soldier left inside the entire tank, those iron pieces were still flying around inside the tank.

When they hit the iron wall of the tank, unable to penetrate or insert, these iron pieces turned around when they hit a wall, and once again rushed around in this narrow space.

Accompanied by the clanging sound, after a while, this tank finally fell down the road, and then began a deathly silence.

Kouchi Tarou was anxious! It tried hard, using all its strength, but it couldn't move the No. 3 tank that had been destroyed even half a point forward.

Fortunately, the road to retreat was finally cleared. It breathed a sigh of relief in its heart, being able to retreat was good.

Retreating again, it finally turned the direction of the tank, which was now perpendicular to the road.

"Have you found the target?" Kouchi Tarou asked.

Yakawa Kazuki replied nervously, "No! No discoveries at all." Its voice was trembling, which was definitely not caused by the tank engine running under overload.

The entire tank was completely overloaded during the pushing and reversing actions just now, causing the inside of the tank to vibrate violently, which shouldn't affect the Japanese soldiers' voices!

Yoshida Yuya also said nervously, "No target found!" It had been very nervous, and the shell was already loaded and ready to fire at any time.

Even while Kouchi Tarou was asking questions, his actions had not stopped, moving forward! Its tank had reached the edge of the road and was about to go downhill.

At this moment, it saw a flash of fire in the distance and immediately felt bad.

Yoshida Yuya also saw these lights. It wasn't a light, but a row of lights.

"How many artillery pieces are firing at us?" Yoshida Yuya wailed in its heart, but its hand subconsciously pulled the cord.

"Boom!" The shell loaded in this tank gun was fired at once.

As soon as it was fired, Yoshida Yuya knew it was wrong: firing without aiming was completely unnecessary.

It had to make up for it, it had to quickly eject the shell.

But at this time, it was useless for it to do anything.

It wasn't just one shell that hit the tank that Kouchi Tarou was driving. The entire front of the tank instantly split apart, and the three Japanese soldiers, Kouchi Tarou, Yoshida Yuya, and Yakawa Kazuki, died at the same time.

The encounters of Sakai Daiki, Kouchi Tarou, and their tanks were not special. The second batch of six tanks received similar treatment.

The only difference was: some tanks were hit head-on, and some tanks were hit in the tail.

The results were the same: the tanks were completely destroyed, and none of the Japanese soldiers inside the tanks survived.

Company Commander Feng Ruili saw that all twelve tanks had been stopped, and each tank had at least one large hole, and now he was relieved.

He ordered, "All infantry guns, aim at the Japanese cars running at the front and fire.

Only fire at the first car!"

As long as the first car was hit on this road, the vehicles behind it would have no way to escape.

The gunners of the infantry guns of the First and Second Companies, and the First and Second Companies of the Security Regiment all heard Feng Ruili's order clearly.

They immediately began to adjust their directions and aim at the Japanese cars in the distance: at this time, the Japanese cars were also frantically turning around.

Not all of them had turned around.

Sergeant Nishidaiji Hiroshi was driving a car, pulling fifteen barrels of gasoline, following behind the entire car team.

Just now they had crossed the Yi River, and had also rolled and bathed in the Yi River, their bodies were cool, and their mood had improved a lot.

They had only just driven up from the river bank, and had not driven two miles, when the sound of artillery fire came from the front.

Nishidaiji Hiroshi was still very calm in his heart: "This sound of artillery fire can only be from the tank team in front."

It was still able to maintain its composure and continue to drive forward, but its forward drive quickly stopped.

The car in front of it had stopped, and the Japanese also had curiosity. It stopped the car, opened the door, and stood looking forward. All it could see was smoke rising in front, but it couldn't see the specific situation at all.

Standing high was the only way to see far. Sergeant Nishidaiji Hiroshi immediately climbed onto the roof of the car. Standing on the roof of the car, it could see the entire battlefield.

It was so scared by the first glance at the battlefield that its eyes blurred and its legs went numb.

The twelfth tank that it had just refueled had now burned into a ball of fire.

"Was this an attack?"

During this period of time, although there were many guerrillas, they often attacked Japanese logistics teams, or isolated teams.

But it had never heard of guerrillas daring to attack tank teams. Their broadswords, spears, and old-fashioned rifles, even if the tanks were stopped there and they were allowed to chop them, wouldn't be able to break through the defense.

"What kind of team did we encounter today?" Sergeant Nishidaiji Hiroshi thought to himself.

At this moment, Nakako Taiyou, the driver in front of it, shouted at it, "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and back up."

These cars were all the same just now. When they started, the spacing between each other was still a bit large. Just now, when they heard the sound of artillery fire, these cars all pushed forward a bit, and as a result, everyone was squeezed together, head to tail.

The car at the front almost hit the burning tank, and was still anxiously shouting to let the cars behind it back up and give it way.

If it continued to bake like this, its car and the oil drums it was carrying would be ignited.

Kurokouchi Shunsuke anxiously shouted for the cars behind it to back up, it wanted to get away from this sea of suffering, no, it was a sea of fire.

It had been running happily all the way behind the tank, but suddenly it heard several consecutive explosions, and then saw the tank in front of it burn up. Then the tank struggled a bit, continued to push forward two steps, and completely died.

Its car almost hit the back of the tank, and now Kurokouchi Shunsuke only wanted to get away from this tank as quickly as possible.

As for those artillery pieces, it could only pray that they wouldn't fire over!

As a result, the movements of the cars behind it were all slow, and they didn't react at all.

The impatient Kurokouchi Shunsuke could only risk driving the car diagonally towards the side of the road.

It wanted to drive into the fields, away from this fire.