Chapter 745 Blitz 5

"Master, the reconnaissance telegram is coming."

The rickety radio in the command car kept ringing, and the chief of staff turned around and handed the information sent by the reconnaissance plane to Yang Chenghu (the previous article was mistakenly typed as Master Zhou, which has been changed).

"There is about an infantry division that is building a defense line. In addition, there are more than 300 tanks and 30 75 guns, of which the latest Ford 2 tanks are about 50.

Now the U.S. military has lined up the tanks into three teams and arranged horizontally in front of the infantry positions. Well, I probably want to bombard them with us. While circlering the specific position on the map, the staff officer guessed the other party's intention in a very uncertain tone.

Yang Chenghu was also dumbfounded when he saw this arrangement of formation. Let's not talk about the combination of Butan, but what kind of play is it to arrange the tank in front of the infantry position like this?

And such a concentrated arrangement is simply looking for death!

It can be seen from the small encounter before that the United States still spends more time using tanks as mobile fire points to support infantry, or simply as artillery.

After losing a large number of veterans, the combat effectiveness of the U.S. Army actually declined rapidly. No wonder everyone said that Europe is fighting the war at this moment, the empire is fighting the war ten years later, and the United States is still in the last century.

"Where is the artillery battalion?"

"It's less than 10 kilometers away from Payson."

"Stop and cover the shelling of Payson!" Yang Chenghu said, "Order the 2nd Regiment to bypass the front of Payson and insert it from the left wing. The 1st and 3rd Regiments will wait until 10 minutes after the shelling begins to launch an attack, and the 4th Regiment's infantry is ready to cooperate."

"Master, is 10 minutes enough? Shall we call the air force to bomb it first?

"No, when does the army have to rely on the air force to fight?" Yang Chenghu stared at the staff. In 1906, he entered Fengtian Army Academy. After graduation in 2009, he went to the newly formed armored force and served as the commander of the First Armored Division for 12 years. After the former division commander Luo Feng was promoted and left in 14 years, he became the commander of the first armored division.

The good man also called him the Army Four Tigers together with Li Zongren, the current commander of the 2nd Armored Division, Zhang Ke, the commander of the 3rd Armored Division, and Wu Peifu, the commander of the 4th Armored Division.

Now the self-proposing tiger has an armored division, 3 tank regiments, 10 battalions (a direct tank battalion), 30 companies, and 300 tanks, of which 130 are the latest Siberian tigers, plus an infantry regiment of 5,000 people, 24 war hammer self-propelled guns and 60 night cat armored vehicles.

If you still can't turn over the opposite Yankees who don't even know how to use tanks and call for air force support, I'm afraid they will be laughed to death by other division commanders.

"It's just 10 minutes, and then all of them attack." Yang Chenghu looked up at the falling setting sun and said fiercely, "We can't afford it!"

"Boom."

With Yang Chenghu's order, 24 war hammers quickly stopped and began to shell Payson. The self-propelled gun power that can follow the movement of the armored forces began to appear. The 152mm shells can bombard the enemy 8 kilometers away, while the 75 cannons heavily equipped by the U.S. military need to be pulled closer to 4,000 meters to have enough lethality. .

"Camp commander, there are still 6 minutes left."

"I know."

Uliji stood on the top of the tank. His burly figure was in sharp contrast to the short and thin armored soldiers around him. Many people couldn't imagine how the big Mongolian battalion commander stuffed himself into the narrow tank.

The small town of Payson in the distance is already full of smoke. The power of 24 war hammers is not blown out. 40 kilograms of shells are heavy in the army, not to mention that they can shoot as many as 5 per minute.

A Saint-Shamon assault tank that was dodging the movement was hit by a shell and turned into a flame. The machine gunner was a little dumbfounded when he saw this scene: "Capteran, what else can we do if we continue to fight like this?"

"I don't know!"

Uliji is also itchy. He can't wait for the artillery to stop firing and leave the remaining tanks and the U.S. troops to his battalion to fight. You know that the imperial armored forces, like the navy, their biggest dream is to defeat a force like their own, but now they are watching the artillery show their power.

"3 minutes."

"Bracks, the Yankees are rushing over."

A group of black spots rushed out of the gunfire. Unlike the neat and uniform Xinhua tank troops, these Ford light tanks, large and small, which are not as good as wild cats, but also giant Saint-Shamon assault tanks, and the latest Ford 2 tanks that imitate cheetahs, rushed over like a swarm of bees.

"I'm coming, I'm finally here!"

Uliji was excited and immediately danced his arms. A large group of black smoke came out behind the buttocks of 30 Northeast Tiger tanks.

"Time is up, let's go!"

After returning to the captain's position, Uliji immediately ordered to charge.

While the war hammer stopped roaring, on the front of the battlefield with a width of 5 kilometers, more than 180 tanks rushed to the oncoming U.S. troops like tigers coming down the mountain. This natural desert is simply the best place for tanks to fight. Except for a few big trees, there is almost nothing to block the view.

"Ring, rushing."

Driver Xiao Wang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but it still felt too slow.

Gunner Ma Dazhu stuffed the armor-piercing bullet into the chamber half an hour early, watching the scale on the scope keep falling, and from time to time to see if the bullets of the synchronous machine gun were stuck.

The machine gunner also closed the top cover and did the work of filling the hand wholeheartedly.

As for Uliji, he had already grabbed the periscope in one hand and began to choose the first unlucky person.

"2000 meters!"

30 Siberian tigers, formed a triangular formation, running at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour. The wide tracks rolled up countless sand and dust, so that it seemed that a tornado had swept through the wasteland from a distance.

" Major, they are too fast!"

In the latest Ford 2 tank in the center, the gunner desperately pulled the 28mm rapid-fire gun trigger, and the sound of the cannon kept echoing in the closed tank. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, except for occasionally hitting one or two Mars, the enemy on the opposite side did not move.

What makes him more dumbfounded is that the speed of the other party is too fast. The Ford 2 tank can reach 20 kilometers per hour on the road and 12 kilometers off-road, but the Chinese tanks on the opposite side exceed 20 kilometers on the off-road.

"Keep rushing, you can't stop." George Patton gritted his teeth. He and Baker had already studied the power of Chinese tanks. The only opportunity was to pull closer to the rear armor of the other side, so they must not stop, otherwise they would become a target.

"510 meters."

"Decelerate."

"Left front, Ford 2."

The violent braking slowdown made everyone's body rush forward involuntarily. Hearing the shouting of the battalion leader, Ma Dazhu quickly found the latest Ford 2 tank, and the muzzle turned quickly.

"Rumble."

Almost at the same time, dozens of Tiger tanks began to slow down and fire at the same time. Because it was not possible to achieve accurate shelling in high-speed movement, the tank must slow down to ensure a high hit rate.

"Boom."

After a loud noise in his ear, Uliji quickly looked through the periscope and found that the Ford 2 he had made was intact. He immediately turned his head and stared at the horse pillar.

"It's just that I didn't hit." The knife-like eyes made Ma Dazhu couldn't help shrink his neck. He muttered in his heart that his hand was not slow. He pulled off the bolt and exited the barrel. After the loader stuffed the shell, he quickly hit the second armor-piercing bullet.

"Haha, let's see if I can't die."

"Bullshit, I didn't hit!"

"Come again!"

After the second shot, Ma Dazhu, who thought he must have won, was scolded back by the dark-eyed Wu Liji before he was proud. He thought that it was because of this guy's gunshot accurately that he deliberately transferred him to his side. I don't know how many battalion commanders were jealous, and even the regimental commander almost wanted to rob, but he didn't expect that he lost two shots today. It's accurate.

"They didn't slow down. Pay attention to measure in advance!"

After the battalion commander's reminder, Ma Dazhu, nicknamed "A shot of blood", finally found that he was wrong and immediately aimed again. But before his third shell was fired out, the Ford 2 suddenly exploded in front of him. It turned out that his comrades-in-arms next to him also aimed at this guy.

"What are you looking at? There is another one! The distance is 470 meters and the speed is 8 kilometers.

Ma Dazhu, who had been so angry, was sure this time. After a loud bang, the bore shell accurately hit the Saint-Shamon like a black lightning bolt. How could the thin 13mm homogeneous steel plate block the 76mm armor-piercing shell? The explosion happened in the tank in an instant.

After solving the first one, Ma Dazhu finally regained the confidence of "seeing blood with one shot". After cutting a small Ford light tank straight through a big hole, he immediately turned the muzzle and pointed it at a Saint-Shamon 400 meters away.

"Boom." The shell hit the track of the tank. Although it was not completely destroyed, it let it lie down at once, and then a cheetah saw the opportunity to stuff a string of 37mm shells in.

Although there was no final kill, Ma Dazhu almost did not stop. He knew that as long as the track was broken, sooner or later someone would come to clean up the mess, so he aimed at the next one!

At this moment, he is the only master in the tank. As long as the battalion commander chooses the target, it is almost bloody.

The turret rotated 37 degrees to the left, aimed at a Ford 2 tank that tried to pass through from the front. The shell drilled into the junction of the turret and the body like a meteor, and the violent explosion directly lifted the turret a few meters away.

After completing the final kill, the body turned horizontally, the turret turned left 23 degrees again, and the fifth Saint-Shamon fell under the muzzle of Ma Dazhu! At the moment of filling the shell, he did not forget to sweep several U.S. troops who had drilled out of the tank with a synchronous machine gun.

Now!

This seemingly honest and simple peasant man is a god of killing, a god of killing! As long as he is washed within 500 meters, almost no U.S. tank can be spared. After his tank is constantly accelerating and breaking through the U.S. tank array in deceleration, it has left 8 piles of steel garbage!

Several U.S. tanks that tried to intercept him turned their heads and ran away when they saw him!

"Turn back and kill again, haha...!"

"Fire, fire!"

The continuous fire of the tank next to it made George Patton's eyes red with urgency, especially the one in the middle, which existed like death. He hysterically pointed to the tank and shouted.

" Major, we must slow down. Such a speed can't guarantee a hit!" The gunner shouted, reminding George Patton: "Their front armor is very thick, and they must take a detour to the flank!"

"Then slow down and let Wenbeck go to the left!"

"Attack on their side, boom!" On the left, a fire interrupted Patton, and a Saint-Shamon was paralyzed again.

"Damn it."

"Spnead it up, don't concentrate!"

After being hit one after another, Baker immediately saw the problem. In addition to the fact that the speed was too fast and the accuracy was not high, he was too concentrated on his side, so he quickly ordered to disperse.

Three fast Ford 2 lucky cars pierced the opponent's tank formation. When they were ready to turn to attack the opponent's most fragile rear armor, several orange flames suddenly emerged from the dust.

I only saw that thousands of Chinese infantry have been killed with the tanks.

"Infantry, it's infantry! Beware of grenades and shells! What about our infantry? Let them follow quickly!" When George Patton saw this scene, he remembered that the infantry was still in the trench behind him, and they immediately began to summon and came up.

The U.S. infantry, who had been trembling from the fierce battle for a long time, were willing to rush into the battle area of bullets and rain. But before they could decide whether to refuse the order, a large amount of dust appeared in the left rear, which made the cold sweat of Patton and Baker flow down almost at the same time. The enemy still had tanks!

The rounded 2nd Regiment arrived in time. In the face of the American infantry and the temporary fortifications they excavated, a full 100 tanks were inserted like a red soldering iron.

The tanks in front of them were hit so much that they couldn't raise their heads, and a large number of tanks came behind them, which suddenly scattered the psychological defense line of the infantry. So before the tank approached, many American soldiers raised their hands early.

This scene also made Baker and Patton completely desperate.

" Major, we are surrounded!"

"major!"

"Ring out, on the left!"

"Boom."

In just 96 minutes, the largest tank battle since the start of the war was over. In front of the all-leading First Armored Division, Patton and Baker tried their best, but still paid the price of 227 destroyed.

"Master, these prisoners."

Standing in the middle of the tank wreckage on the ground, Yang Chenghu and the staff officers scratched their heads. The troops were so brave that they captured more than 100 tanks and more than 10,000 American infantry, but the problem was that they only had 5,000 infantry.

What about the prisoners?

"Give the weapons together and leave a tank battalion guard."

"What about the soldiers?" The staff officer had a bitter face.

"Let them surrender to the 17th Infantry Division behind by themselves!"

"Ah, is that okay?"

"If you can't do it, you can do it!" Yang Chenghu looked at the sun that was about to go down the mountain and said heavily, "We don't have time."

(to be continued)