The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 571 Tooth Extraction (Part 2) (Bonus Chapter 1234 for Naming This)

Luckily! Just as the 57mm shell from the Type 89 medium tank behind was about to fly out of its barrel...

The old car's tank crashed heavily into the side of the tank behind it.

Even at maximum horsepower, the Mitsubishi A6120VD diesel engine used in the Japanese Type 89 tank only had 120 horsepower.

So, under such an impact, the side of the tank at the rear was only lifted about 30 to 40 centimeters.

Fortunately, after being raised to such a height, the cannons that were originally aimed at the old car and his tanks were also raised a bit, turning them into an angled view pointing straight at the sky.

After a 57mm shell was fired, it flew past the turret of the tank that was right next to Lao Che's.

After the shell missed its target, no one knew where it landed.

When the sound of a cannon blast reached his ears, the poor old car broke out in a cold sweat that soaked his underwear.

However, when he realized that the tank he was in had not exploded, and that the Japanese shells must have missed, he first breathed a huge sigh of relief, and then felt an overwhelming sense of pride.

He shouted again, "Turn the guns around and take out the Japanese tanks behind us!"

As he spoke, he continued to control the tank at maximum power, pushing the Japanese tank, which had been lifted up from behind, forward.

During this process, a tremendous sound of steel rubbing together arose.

After vaguely sensing something, the crew members in the tank behind were almost scared to death.

No matter how hard the gunners tried to adjust the cannons left and right, they found that the guns were pointing diagonally towards the sky and they couldn't hit their opponents at all.

If you fire the cannon, you naturally won't be able to hit the enemy.

No matter how much the driver revved the engine to its maximum, the tank, with only one track rotating, could not break free from being pushed up in a short time; in fact, it seemed to be being pushed higher and higher.

For a moment, inside the cramped tank, only the commander's terrified voice echoed continuously:

"Hurry, hurry, their tank guns are about to be adjusted; God, please help! Do something quickly!"

However, the unluckiest guys were the Japanese infantrymen who were leaning against a tank behind them and firing rifles from the other side.

They had originally hoped to use this method to at least find some cover for themselves.

But suddenly, to his horror, he discovered that his body was being propelled by a tremendous force, hurtling towards a tank not far behind him.

They stumbled and tried to run away, but it was too late.

Because the distance between these tanks was quite limited during the march, the Japanese infantrymen crashed into the tanks behind them before they could get away.

Then, an irresistible force struck, first breaking their bones with a loud bang, then crushing them to death.

The agonizing process of dying made these Japanese soldiers yearn for death.

It was only after several Japanese infantrymen were crushed to death that the gunner of the tank where the old car was located finally adjusted the muzzle and inserted a shell.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the rigging and fired a 57mm shell.

When the turret of the opposing tank, which was so close at hand, was blown up, a dense barrage of rivets and parts flew onto the tank, followed by a series of clanging sounds.

For Lao Che, this was the most beautiful and melodious piece of music.

At this point, with both Japanese tanks destroyed on the narrow road, the old car crew could no longer attack the Japanese tanks in front or behind, no matter how they turned their guns.

Then, does that mean their tank is useless?

Of course not, for an old car, this is just the beginning.

When he was choosing a location, he had already selected an area with a row of newly built wooden bungalows on one side, which had only been built a year or two ago.

After taking a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, he maneuvered the Type 89 medium tank and crashed it headfirst into a wooden house next to him.

Then it kept smashing through the walls and moved forward along the road.

About ten seconds later, the commander of a Type 95 tank that had swerved sideways on the road and was firing at the Nationalist troops rushing towards it saw in horror a little to his right.

Just as a wooden house suddenly collapsed, an 89-type medium tank charged toward it.

The sudden flash of light from the cannon muzzle was the last thing this Japanese tank commander saw in this world.

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Without a doubt! Finally able to drive the old tank after transmigrating, he unleashed his full power in a state of high energy.

One after another, Japanese tanks were blown to pieces by him. However, compared to him, the other transmigrators didn't have it so easy; their journeys could even be described with horrific words like "incredibly difficult," "bloody," and "tragic"...

Just as I saw a Type 95 light tank ahead, with a plume of black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe.

Sensing something was very wrong, Van Gogh immediately yelled "Get down!"

While shouting, he disregarded the fact that there was a pile of small rubble and bricks in front of him, and that rushing over would hurt his whole body, and immediately fell to the ground.

As it turns out, Van Gogh's choice was absolutely correct.

The machine gun on the front of the Japanese tank has a relatively narrow firing angle. If you slightly avoid its frontal direction, the machine gun will not be able to hit anyone. That's true.

However, the Japanese drivers were not stupid. They also increased the firing range of the machine gun by constantly rotating one track and adjusting the angle of the front of the vehicle, thus killing the enemies who rushed up.

So Van Gogh had just knelt down when he felt a burst of bullets fly over his head.

If he had hesitated even slightly, he would already be shot and lying on the ground.

Unfortunately, although Van Gogh managed to get down in time, four of his brothers who were with him hesitated slightly.

After several bursts of blood erupted from his chest and abdomen, he collapsed to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

Damn it! Every single one of the brothers they brought out tonight was an elite, and it would be heartbreaking for the transmigrators to lose even one of them.

Now that four of them had been defeated at once, Van Gogh was heartbroken and trembling.

Even so, as he got up from the ground, taking advantage of the moment when the tank had moved aside and the machine gun couldn't reach them, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Molotov cocktail!"

Under this order, the three surviving brothers took out one or two Molotov cocktails, lit them, and threw them toward the Japanese tanks about ten steps away.

With a loud 'clang', they threw seven Molotov cocktails, five of which hit their targets.

A raging fire immediately broke out on that Type 95 tank.

Then, this means that this Japanese tank has been taken care of, and Van Gogh and his men can cheer up and launch an attack on the next tank.

Think again! Using Molotov cocktails to destroy tanks is not that easy.

It's not enough to just throw it up and let it burn.

Only by throwing the Molotov cocktail at the rear of the tank, such as in areas like the cooling vents, air intakes, or engine compartment, can the flames and hot liquid from the incendiary bomb seep into the engine and cause overheating, thus creating an explosion effect.

Van Gogh and his comrades naturally understood the above principles, and they had done so before. This time, they also taught this key point to their brothers beforehand.

It's just that all those Molotov cocktails that were thrown just missed their mark.

Not only did they fail to destroy the Japanese tank, but the machine gun, which had been adjusted to a certain angle, also knocked the remaining three brothers to the ground on the spot.

It's like all the brothers who initially followed Van Gogh in taking the initiative are now dead.

Although Van Gogh was able to dodge the machine gun fire once again thanks to his agility, his eyes reddened when he saw that he was the only one left alive among the group.

Looking back, Van Gogh searched the body of a brother behind him, but instead of finding the cluster grenade he was hoping for, he found two Molotov cocktails.

After lighting it with a kerosene lighter, Van Gogh leaped up again and threw the two Molotov cocktails one after the other.

Before throwing the second Molotov cocktail, Van Gogh had already sensed a great crisis.

Because the tank, engulfed in flames, turned around again; meaning the machine guns on it could hit him again.

But Van Gogh missed the first Molotov cocktail, and at that moment he was completely out of control.

He gritted his teeth and threw out the last Molotov cocktail.

Van Gogh didn't know if he threw the last Molotov cocktail in the right spot, because he was hit by a burst of bullets the moment he threw it.

He was hit once in the neck and three times in the chest and abdomen. The bullet that hit his neck even ripped off his Adam's apple.

The moment he was shot, Van Gogh collapsed to the ground, his life slipping away rapidly.

The only saving grace was that, just as he was about to breathe his last, a massive explosion occurred in the direction of the Japanese Type 95 light tank.

Let Van Gogh know that the last Molotov cocktail hit its target, that the Japanese tank was destroyed, and that his men had not died in vain.

With this thought in mind, Van Gogh slowly closed his wide-open eyes...

(End of this chapter)