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Chapter 238 The bloodthirsty Nationalist army annihilates a Japanese regiment.

"boom!!!!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, like a thunderclap.

High temperatures and jets of metal flowed through the pierced armor plates and instantly filled the narrow, cramped driver's compartment of the Japanese armored vehicle.

The Japanese regimental commander didn't even have time to utter a groan before the whistling metal jet pierced his heart.

The intense heat from the explosion instantly engulfed the entire cabin, and his body was burned to a crisp in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!!!!!"

The shells carried on the vehicle also exploded at that moment.

The entire armored vehicle was also reduced to a pile of twisted scrap metal in the violent secondary explosion.

Without their commander, the Japanese army instantly descended into complete chaos.

The soldiers scattered and fled like headless flies, but they couldn't break through the tight encirclement.

The Nationalist army's tanks roared across the open fields, their tracks tumbling and crushing the mangled corpses of Japanese soldiers.

The dull thud of the tracks crushing flesh and bone was heard with exceptional clarity in the silent dawn.

Even more Japanese soldiers, blinded by the spirit of Bushido, charged toward the tanks and armored vehicles with bloodshot eyes.

Clutching bundles of explosives, they intended to perish alongside these steel behemoths with their own flesh and blood.

Lacking anti-tank artillery, their resistance was utterly futile against these fully armed steel vehicles.

Before they could even get close to the armored vehicle, they were riddled with bullets from the vehicle-mounted machine gun and fell on the way of the charge.

Japanese troops attempting to break out at the front were annihilated by a combined attack of tanks and infantry, falling in droves across the open fields.

The Japanese troops responsible for covering the rear also suffered an unprecedented onslaught, and their defensive lines crumbled one after another.

Soldiers from the Northwest Army and the Central Army, united in purpose, charged out of the trenches with shouts, like a surging tide.

Under the continuous cover of artillery fire from the rear, the Japanese defensive positions were torn apart one by one.

The Japanese soldiers on the position were already terrified by this reckless charge.

Their heavy machine guns had just taken down a group of charging Nationalist soldiers, and before they even had time to change magazines, another group of soldiers charged up at them, shouting.

These soldiers were like an endless pack of wolves, baring their sharp fangs, their eyes showing no fear of death whatsoever.

Everyone was bloodthirsty, even Chi Fengcheng, the commander of the 31st Division, personally took up his gun and led his soldiers in a frontal charge.

By the time the Japanese machine gunners had hurriedly loaded the new ammunition plates, they hadn't even had a chance to pull the trigger.

The grenades thrown by the Nationalist soldiers had already rained down on their positions.

"Boom!!!"

Explosions rang out continuously on the Japanese positions, sending dust and gravel flying everywhere.

Before the smoke of battle could dissipate, the surging Nationalist troops had already stormed the position and engulfed the remaining Japanese soldiers.

These Japanese soldiers truly lived up to their reputation as the elite of the 6th Division; even in such a desperate situation, many of them did not flee.

They gritted their teeth and held their ground in the tattered trenches, even charging out with bayonets fixed to their Type 38 rifles to fight the Nationalist soldiers hand-to-hand.

But how could these remaining Japanese soldiers possibly be a match for the Nationalist army, which was now in a bloodthirsty frenzy?

"Pfft!!! Pfft!!!!"

A series of muffled thuds echoed across the battlefield.

That was the sound of a bayonet piercing a human body, the sound of a bullet tearing open a heart.

Interspersed among them were the soldiers' continuous roars and the horrific screams of the dying Japanese soldiers.

However, these voices soon faded away.

The Japanese defensive positions were breached one by one, and more Nationalist soldiers charged through.

The Japanese army's living space was gradually compressed to the extreme, leaving them with no room to turn the tide.

A dozen kilometers away, in the temporary command post of the Japanese 8th Brigade, the atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.

The flame of the kerosene lamp inside the tent flickered, casting intermittent light on and off Seibuhei's face, making his expression increasingly solemn.

He held the last telegram from the front lines in his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He abruptly turned to look at the battle map on the wall, his voice filled with unbelievable rage.

"What do you mean by 'can't break through'? A fully reinforced regiment—is even breaking through the enemy lines a pipe dream?"

The brigade chief of staff, who was standing to the side, turned pale and quickly stepped forward, lowering his voice to remind him.

"The main problem is that the enemy has too many troops, and they are also accompanied by a large number of tanks and armored vehicles that are skilled in plains warfare."

"We had already transferred most of the anti-tank artillery in this direction to Huoqiu County to deal with Li Jianghe's Third Column."

"There are hardly any anti-tank weapons left to deal with this enemy tank force."

"Excuses! All excuses!!!"

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Seibu slammed his hand on the table and roared deafeningly.

The teacup on the table rattled loudly, spilling tea and wetting the battle map spread out on the table.

"Make them fight their way out no matter what! If this entire force is wiped out, we won't be able to hold the western side of Madian Town!"

"Even we could be surrounded and annihilated by the enemy's tank forces!"

His anger stemmed not only from the incompetence of this infantry regiment, but also from a deep fear of his current predicament.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at the current situation, the infantry regiment he leads is already at risk of being surrounded by the enemy from both the front and the rear.

The most critical thing was that what was blocking his way was the enemy's armored forces, and what was attacking from behind was most likely also the enemy's armored forces.

They were surrounded by a massive armored force, and they didn't have enough anti-tank weapons.

How could this not fill Sei Takehira with a chilling sense of anger and despair?

The Eighth Brigade sent out urgent telegrams one after another, but they seemed to sink without a trace, receiving no response.

It was only then that Seibuhei finally realized that the command post of that reinforced regiment might have already been completely destroyed by the enemy.

He staggered to the map, his finger tracing back and forth between Madian Town and Huoqiu County.

His mind raced, contemplating whether he should immediately abandon the attack on Madian Town and have the entire army break out towards Huoqiu County to rejoin the main force of the division.

He knew all too well that if the situation continued to drag on, it would only get worse.

At that point, he won't even have a chance to break through.

This fierce battle continued until dawn.

In the vast plains between Quanhepu and Fenshuiting Township, as far as the eye could see, there were corpses of Japanese soldiers everywhere.

The destroyed tanks and trucks lay crookedly in the open field, still emitting thick black smoke.

Scattered gun barrels, spent cartridges, and tattered uniforms covered the ground beneath our feet, and the blood soaked the dark brown soil until it shone.