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Chapter 171: Battle of Tianjin 6

"Attention! All attention!"

Following the company commander's loud shout, the soldiers became more alert. At this moment, an unexpected scene happened - the dozen or so Japanese soldiers actually knelt down in a low-lying area in unison.

This position was very clever. They could be seen clearly from the tank, but the Japanese infantry position on the left was blocked from view.

I saw these Japanese soldiers kneeling on the ground, waving a small wooden stick with a white flag tied to it, as if to indicate their intention to surrender to us.

What is even more surprising is that in order to express their sincerity, these Japanese devils took off their clothes without hesitation and knelt naked on the ground.

The company commander made a quick decision: "Bypass them and let the infantry in the armored vehicles behind deal with them. If they make any unusual movements, kill them immediately!"

At this time, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers knelt on the ground, shouting in stiff Chinese: "We surrender! We surrender! Don't kill us! We surrender!" Their voices were filled with despair and fear, and they seemed to really want a chance to live.

Miyamoto Kumazo had already lost hope, but he finally cheered up after being slapped more than a dozen times by his subordinates. However, his ugly face, which looked like a pig's head, was unbearable to look at.

"Sir! I have organized an advance team to blow up the Chinese tanks. Please rest assured that the imperial warriors will successfully complete the mission!"

Captain Ono assured Miyamoto beside him, but he did not dare to look up at Miyamoto, because the horrible pig-headed face in front of him was caused by him.

"Have you arranged anyone at the bridge?"

Miyamoto had regained some of his sanity now, and his head was much clearer, but the pain in his cheeks made his speech a little unclear.

"There is a small team stationed there. They are currently placing cluster grenades, but they can't find a good support point temporarily. They have failed twice in their attempts to blast!"

Captain Ono answered immediately, with an anxious look on his face.

Miyamoto frowned upon hearing this: "Damn it! How can these rubbish be so useless! Keep sending people over there and make sure to blow up the bridge! We can't let the Chinese army cross the bridge!"

Squadron Leader Ono quickly nodded and said, "Yes! I understand! I will send another team of troops to support us right away! We must blow up the bridge!" After saying that, Ono turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Miyamoto called out to Ono, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, "If you still can't blow up the bridge this time, you don't have to come back!"

Ono's body trembled and his face became very ugly, but he still said with a stiff upper lip: "Yes! I will definitely complete the mission!" After that, Ono hurried away, secretly praying in his heart that the bridge could be successfully blown up this time.

"Boom boom!" Two loud noises were heard, and two shells fell on a temporary 92 infantry gun position less than ten meters away from them.

This time the shell hit the gun crew accurately. The first explosion was the sound of an 85mm tank shell exploding, and the subsequent more powerful explosion was the result of the ammunition box being detonated.

The two consecutive explosions caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Ono's face changed drastically, and he quickly grabbed Miyamoto and pushed him to the ground.

"Bakayaro!" Miyamoto cursed, but his mind was still groggy at this time and he was completely unaware of the danger coming.

"Da da da da!" The front T34 tank was about to reach the bridgehead, and they naturally saw a group of Japanese soldiers under the bridge trying to blow up the arch bridge.

The observer immediately pulled the trigger on the vehicle-mounted 7.62mm DTM coaxial machine gun, and bullets poured out like raindrops, hitting the group of Japanese devils densely.

As dense gunfire rang out, bullets whizzed through the air, making sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

The Japanese soldiers were caught off guard and several of them were shot and fell to the ground, with blood splattering everywhere.

Seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers fled in panic, trying to find cover. But they had already been discovered, so how could they have a chance to escape?

The vehicle-mounted 7.62mm DTM coaxial machine gun fired continuously, and every bullet carried the breath of death.

The Japanese soldiers struggled in the hail of bullets. Some were hit in the head and died on the spot; some were hit in the body and fell down screaming.

The whole scene was bloody and chaotic, and it was unbearable to watch.

The tank crews behind quickly followed, with two or three T34s driving in a row towards the arch bridge.

"Bagayalu! Blow it up quickly!" Sergeant Oshima of the Japanese army under the bridge no longer cared about his injured comrades who were lying on the ground and wailing.

He now just wanted to blow up the bridge, but his demolition man had been torn into several pieces by bullets fired from the Chinese tanks behind him.

Several people around the Demoman also fell to the ground, only two of them were still squirming.

The sergeant saw that he had given the order, but the people around him just held their heads and trembled. It was simply wishful thinking to expect them to risk their lives to blow up the building.

Many of these new recruits recruited from Japan were sent to the battlefield without even completing basic training, so that the combat effectiveness of the Japanese army has declined significantly.

Oshima had no choice but to pull the fuse of the cluster grenade himself. He bent down and took a look at the position of the tanks. He waited for a tank machine gunner to change bullets and temporarily turn off the engine, then quickly ran towards the location where the cluster bombs were buried under the bridge.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Oshima ran in a zigzag pattern while praying silently in his heart that the machine gunner in the tank would slow down when replacing bullets so that he could arrive smoothly and pull the fuse!

"Da da da" a familiar sound rang in my ears, and a series of bullets left a long and neat row of bullet holes on the ground beside Oshima.

Oshima had completely given up on his Z-shaped movement, with the cluster grenade right in front of him. He was still five meters away from the blasting point, and he flew directly towards it.

His eyes were fixed on the fuse.

"Almost! Almost! I'm about to reach it!" Just as his right hand was about to touch the fuse.

His body suddenly paused, and then a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen and chest. Oshima's eyes drifted to his chest.

He saw blood gushing out from there, and a hole as big as a fist suddenly appeared in his eyes. When his eyes moved downwards, an even bigger bloody hole appeared in his abdomen.

And at this moment he could clearly see a large piece of his intestines sliding down in the air.

Oshima intuitively felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he was getting colder and colder, although his right hand was still desperately stretching out to reach the fuse that seemed so close yet could never be touched again!

With a loud "boom", Oshima's body fell heavily under the bridge pier. His right hand twitched a few times and then never moved again.