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Chapter 159 Our Workers' Tank Regiment's Counterattack 3

Zhang Tongchu's crew had Lao Li, an experienced maintenance worker and driver, so they avoided danger many times.

Now that they had begun to retreat, he, as the temporary regiment leader, and the deputy regiment leader's driver Lao Li's crew naturally had to be at the back.

The front armor of their T34 tank was already covered with pits and dents, making it look like a veteran that had experienced a fierce battle.

God knows how many times they were hit by Japanese anti-tank and anti-aircraft guns. Those craters were basically the marks left by 40mm anti-aircraft guns that were leveled. These marks witnessed the hail of bullets they had experienced.

Even now, one or two shells kept hitting their front armor, making a dull sound like the tolling of death knells.

None of the crew knew how many more shells the tank in front of them could withstand, they could only pray that it could hold on.

Now their crews are reversing quickly, and no tank dares to expose its rear end, as this will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

The organized Japanese troops were very fierce and they kept launching attacks in an attempt to destroy the tank.

In addition, the sun had risen and they lost the cover of darkness. The Japanese army naturally woke up from their phobia and became more bloodthirsty and ferocious.

"Quick! Take out that Japanese anti-aircraft gun! Several of its shells have hit me!"

Zhang Tongchu had one arm hanging and his clothes were stained with blood, but he still insisted on commanding the battle. Just now, the wound on his arm broke open again.

He stared angrily at the Japanese anti-aircraft guns in the distance, cursing continuously.

At this moment, he was extremely anxious and angry because the Japanese artillery shells hit their tanks continuously, putting tremendous pressure on the crew.

However, the crew's shooter was unable to accurately hit the enemy, which made him extremely depressed.

Their shooter is a bit of a jerk. Sometimes he can hit the target every time, but sometimes his shooting is so bad that it's shocking.

At this point, they had already fired three shells, two of which were still some distance away from the target, and the closest one exploded only ten meters away from the anti-aircraft gun.

Although two gunners were killed, the 40mm anti-aircraft gun quickly aimed at their tank again and opened fire.

The Japanese gunners on the opposite side did not seem to intend to move their gun positions, but decided to fight to the death with their T34 tank.

However, at this critical moment, Xiao Zhang, the fitter who was acting as a gunner, started to behave unstablely again. He fired shells one after another but failed to hit the target.

As time passed, Zhang Tongchu became increasingly anxious. He knew that if they could not destroy the anti-aircraft gun as soon as possible, they would face greater danger.

But faced with such a tense situation, he could only suppress his anger and continue to encourage the crew to stay calm and look for opportunities.

"Xiao Zhang! Don't worry, don't be nervous! The front armor of our tanks is very durable! The Japanese can't do anything to us!"

Zhang Tongchu looked at Xiao Zhang who had a nervous face and kept comforting him. Perhaps this fitter Xiao Zhang was a blood relative to him five hundred years ago!

"Xiao Zhang! Don't be anxious! Treat it calmly! It's normal if we can't hit the target! We are workers, not professional armored soldiers!" said Lao Li, the deputy regiment commander and driver, with a smile.

Indeed, their makeshift armored regiment composed of workers was irrational in every way.

The team leader and the team dungeon shouldn't be in the same crew, but they did so and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Although the team leader Zhang Tongchu had expressed objections, the workers took it for granted.

After all, Lao Li is the workshop director they respect the most and has the most experience.

With a "boom", their tank was hit again, but this time it was not penetrated, and there was a vibration from the explosion.

This was a small caliber shell, not one fired by the Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft gun.

Xiao Zhang stared through the sight at the anti-aircraft gun that was still flashing flames.

"Please bless me, Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, and Monkey King, and I will definitely hit the target. Otherwise, I will be too ashamed to face anyone."

Xiao Zhang was mumbling something in his mouth, so quietly that only he could hear it.

After all, if the crew members heard this, they would probably laugh their heads off. But even if they heard it, no one would care, because everyone is very nervous now, who cares what others say?

"Boom!" With a loud bang, an 85mm high-explosive bomb flew out of the barrel, spinning with a sharp whistling sound, and flew towards the Japanese position less than 600 meters away from them.

These short one or two seconds seemed like a very long time to Xiao Zhang.

He stared at the shell and prayed silently in his heart: "It must hit the target!"

Finally, the shell hit the target as he wished - the 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft gun.

With a deafening explosion, the anti-aircraft gun was instantly destroyed and turned into a pile of scrap metal and debris.

Xiao Zhang felt ecstatic and almost jumped up with excitement. His efforts were not in vain and he successfully completed the task!

"Well done, Xiao Zhang!"

The other crew members also cheered and applauded for this beautiful shot.

Without a 40mm anti-aircraft gun targeting them, the tank was under much less pressure. In addition, as the distance between the two sides increased, the artillery's hit rate began to drop sharply.

Most of the tanks had broken off contact with the Japanese army. Zhang Tongchu's crew was at the end of the team, and their tanks slowly retreated to a safe distance.

"Damn it!"

Fujiwara looked at the Chinese tank troops that were gradually moving away and couldn't help but curse: "These cunning Chinese people actually left the battle so quickly."

His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, but he was helpless at the moment.

"Division commander, what should we do?" a Japanese soldier asked cautiously.

Fujiwara's face was gloomy. After a moment of silence, he said, "Let everyone gather and count the casualties."

He knew that it was impossible to attack Datong today. The troops suffered heavy losses. Not only did they fail to destroy the Chinese tank troops, but they also suffered huge losses on their own side. They had to rest for a day.

Fujiwara cursed in his heart: "Damn Chinese people, just wait, I will make you pay the price!"

At this time, the battlefield was in a mess, with corpses and debris everywhere.

Fujiwara stood alone in the center of the battlefield, looking at the corpses of Japanese soldiers and the burning trucks and supply vehicles.

Of course, there were also more than a dozen Chinese tanks, which were parked there quietly, as if mocking Fujiwara's incompetence.

Fujiwara clenched his fists, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He secretly vowed to find a way to retaliate against the Chinese army and redeem the humiliation of today.

On the other side, the tank Zhang Tong was in was quickly leaving the battlefield.

While driving the tank, Lao Li shouted excitedly: "Haha, we succeeded! Those little devils must be pissed off."

Everyone in the car smiled with relief. Although the battle was fierce, they finally won.

Zhang Tong sat in the passenger seat and said with a smile: "Yes, but we can't take it lightly. There are more challenges waiting for us."

He knew very well that the war was not over yet and they had to remain vigilant at all times to prepare for the next battle.

With the roar of tanks, they gradually moved away from the battlefield and headed towards the base in the rear.

In this battle, these tank units, which were mainly driven by workers, demonstrated strong combat effectiveness and indomitable will, and dealt a heavy blow to the Japanese army.

But the war continues, and future battles will be even more brutal.