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Chapter 175: Battle of Tianjin 10

Qian Wei led a tank platoon on this familiar yet strange land. Memories of his childhood came flooding back to his mind, constantly reappearing before his eyes.

This was his hometown, once full of warmth and joy. However, since he went to study at Jinling National Central University, he has never returned to this hometown.

The shadow of war shrouded this land. My hometown became an occupied area, and then Jinling was also lost.

He moved to the southwest with the school, but in this vast land of China, there seemed to be no pure land where people could study with peace of mind.

Finally, at the age of 19, he resolutely decided to join the National Army.

He retreated all the way from Pengcheng to Wuchang, and then from Wuchang to Lao Qin. During this long and arduous battle, he experienced countless failures and setbacks.

During those confused and decadent days, he felt extremely hesitant about the future.

However, it was in this predicament that the young man suddenly appeared in the vision of the people of the whole country.

His consecutive victories against Japan on the battlefield gave people hope.

Like many of his comrades and classmates, Qian Wei admired this young man and longed to follow him and fight together.

So they came to Guancen Mountain and joined the 78th Group Army. Just over two years later, Qian Wei has been promoted to Major General and Armored Brigade Commander.

During this time, he witnessed too many miracles and experienced countless challenges.

But no matter what, he always believed in his choice and firmly believed that the career they pursued would bring a bright future.

Today, they finally fought back! For him, this was undoubtedly a day worth celebrating.

Because he was born and raised in Peking, and now he can personally lead his subordinates and fight back to his hometown. This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction cannot be described in words.

However, when he thought of his deceased relatives, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable grief in his heart.

If they were still alive, how happy they would be to see today's scene... Unfortunately, all this has become a thing of the past.

But no matter what, we still hope to share this joy and achievement with every Beijinger, and let them know that we are back!

But when he just came back, he found that a group of Japanese devils were attacking Qianjiazhuang. This was unacceptable. Wasn't this a slap in the face for him, the Grand Commander Qian?

As a result, Brigade Commander Qian was furious and ordered his soldiers to drive several tanks and armored vehicles, firing at the same time and rushing towards the group of Japanese soldiers at a very fast speed.

At this time, Major Ishimaru was commanding his troops to attack Qianjiazhuang. However, when he saw the tanks appear, fear surged in his heart.

"Damn it! Why are there Chinese armored troops here! Bastards! Run! We are no match for them!" Ishimaru shouted in horror.

He knew very well that they had no chance of winning against such a powerful enemy, so Ishimaru led the team without hesitation and rushed to a forest not far from them.

This forest is quite large. If we can hide in it, there may be a chance of survival.

Ishimaru thought: As long as they can hold on until dark, they can find an opportunity to escape from the predicament.

After all, the darkness would provide them with more cover and opportunities.

And now, they must escape the battlefield as quickly as possible to avoid being hit by tank fire.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers fleeing in a hurry, those who had been hiding in the village saw that the fence was broken and the Japanese soldiers were about to rush in.

The villagers of Qianjiazhuang, who were all ready to risk their lives to save the women, children, and the elderly in their families, saw a scene that they would never forget.

On the road outside their village, they saw several strange iron vehicles rushing towards their village quickly.

These iron lumps look like trains but are smaller than ordinary trains and have different body colors.

They were very fast, rushing towards Qianjiazhuang like a flash of lightning.

The villagers opened their eyes wide and looked at these strange guys curiously.

These iron lumps were charging forward, making continuous "bang bang bang" sounds, accompanied by flames and thick smoke. And with each rise of flames and smoke, the Japanese soldiers in the distance would fall down.

The villagers were so shocked by the scene before them that they were speechless. They had never seen such weapons. These iron lumps could not only quickly destroy the enemy, but also prevent the enemy from fighting back.

At this moment, a young villager suddenly shouted: "Is this the legendary tank?" The other villagers nodded in agreement. They felt that what the young man said made sense.

It turns out that these iron lumps are tanks, a new type of military equipment.

They have powerful firepower, protection capabilities and mobility, and can play a huge role on the battlefield.

Although the villagers didn't know how these tanks appeared, they knew that they must have been sent by the national army to support them, so they cheered and cheered for the friendly forces.

Under the attack of the tanks, the Japanese began to flee in a panic. They originally thought that they could easily break through Qianjiazhuang, but they did not expect to encounter such strong resistance.

They panicked and ran around, trying to avoid the tank fire.

However, the tanks did not give the Japanese any chance. They continued to advance, firing shells continuously, destroying the Japanese one by one.

When the villagers saw this scene, their hearts were filled with joy and hope.

They knew that as long as these tanks were there, the Japanese would not be able to break through Qianjiazhuang.

Those iron lumps can not only fire artillery shells, but also shoot guns, just like the machine gun held in the hands of Butler Qian.

"Da da da!" They kept firing at the fleeing Japanese soldiers and watched dozens of them flying in the air after being blown up by artillery shells.

Watching the Japanese soldiers using their backs to meet the bullets, their bodies were torn into two pieces the moment the bullets made contact, or directly cut into flesh residue by the violent bullets.

The moment the Japanese invaders attacked the village, the old patriarch, supported by his grandson, hurried to the entrance of the village.

His body was shaking, but his eyes were firm, as if they could penetrate the enemy's heart.

He held the family heirloom sword tightly in his hand, and the blade flashed with a cold light.

This precious sword once witnessed the glory and honor of the family, but now it has been covered in dust for a long time.

But today, the old man decided to let it show its former glory again and let these hateful little devils taste the power of the sword! He took a deep breath, and a surge of ambition surged in his heart.

Although he is old, his blood is still boiling and his loyalty to the country and the nation has never changed.

At this moment, he is no longer an ordinary old man, but a warrior, ready to defend his homeland and dignity with his life.

He held the sword tightly, waiting for the enemy to come, his heart full of determination and courage.