On the eve of the fall of Liaodong, he led his troops in a remonstrance against the young marshal.

Just as a Japanese soldier was about to approach the tank with a bomb, something unexpected happened.

"Da da da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

Machine gun on the roof.

The 12.7mm vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun on top of the T-34 tank turret opened fire wildly.

The bullets left the barrel at an initial velocity of 840 meters per second, leaving dark red trails in the air.

Suddenly, a hole the size of a bowl exploded in the chest of the Japanese soldier who was holding the explosive pack. A bullet entered through his chest and exited through his back, taking away half of his spine and a large part of his lung.

His body was propelled backward by the kinetic energy of the bullet, and the explosive charge slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

"boom!"

The already mangled body was blasted into powder by the explosive charge.

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

More machine guns joined the firing.

Each vehicle has a 12.7 mm machine gun on its roof and a 7.62 mm coaxial machine gun at the front of the vehicle.

Hundreds of machine guns fired simultaneously, the bullets leaving tens of thousands of dark red streaks in the sea of ​​light.

When a bullet hits a human body, its overwhelming force shatters the person.

A 12.7mm bullet hit his arm, and the arm was severed from his body.

If you hit the abdomen, the internal organs will spray out from the exit in the back.

When it hits the head, the head disappears instantly, leaving only a jet of blood gushing from the neck cavity, which appears exceptionally vivid in the sea of ​​light.

The firepower is too intensive.

The bullets were so densely packed that there were almost no gaps between them.

The Japanese soldiers fell one after another. The company that was at the front was completely wiped out in less than 30 seconds. The corpses were piled up in a row, like a low wall made of human flesh.

The Japanese soldiers behind them continued to charge forward, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and over the wounded who were still convulsing on the ground. Some even tripped over the corpses of their comrades, got up, and continued to charge.

No matter what they shouted about, whether it was about "banzai" or "bonds," they couldn't break through the barrage of comments.

As long as the people in front are knocked down, the Japanese soldiers behind them will definitely fall down within three seconds.

Tank soldier He Chenguang sat atop the turret of the T-34, numbered 9527, his hands gripping the handle of the vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun tightly, his fingers firmly on the trigger, not letting go even once since he started firing.

The machine gun barrel was glowing red-hot, emitting a dark red light in the night, and the muzzle brake emitted a white gas ring with each bullet it fired.

His face flickered in and out of focus in the machine gun fire; it was a face twisted by hatred.

His brows were furrowed, his jaw was clenched, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and the pupils in his eyes were shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

He wasn't shooting; he was sawing people with bullets, from left to right and then from right to left, like an invisible sickle harvesting rice stalks in a paddy field.

However, what he harvested was not rice, but human lives.

Within his machine gun's field of fire, there wasn't a single person standing.

But he still didn't release the trigger.

He was finishing off the remaining targets. For every figure writhing on the ground that looked like it might not be quite dead yet, he would fire another burst of bullets until that figure was completely reduced to an unrecognizable mass of minced meat.

"brute."

He forced out those two words through gritted teeth, his voice swallowed by the roar of machine guns.

He said it again, then a third time, then a fourth time, repeating it over and over like chanting a mantra, emptying a bullet belt each time he said it.

Behind him, along the eight-kilometer-wide front of the impact, more than four hundred T-34s advanced at a steady pace.

Huo Quji divided the entire armored group into twenty combat groups, each with twenty to twenty-five tanks, with the groups taking turns providing cover in a triangular formation.

Each combat group has its own clearly defined firing sector and advance route, and the tanks within the group maintain real-time communication with each other via onboard radios.

While one tank is loading, another tank will take over its firing position to ensure that there are no gaps in the firepower density.

For the Japanese infantry, such coordination meant facing a steel wall with no blind spots, constantly spewing bullets and shells.

There is no route to bypass, no blind spot to hide in, and not a single second of pause to charge forward.

All tactical maneuvers become meaningless in the face of overwhelming firepower.

Crawling forward will get you blown to pieces by high-explosive shells, flanking maneuvers will lead you into the firepower of another combat group, and even playing dead won't work.

Because the infantry following behind the tanks would finish off each "corpse" with a bayonet.

"kill!"

"Kill all these beasts!"

The tanks surged forward like a tidal wave, crashing into the Japanese positions.

In less than ten minutes, they completely breached the Japanese position.

The Japanese defense line of three thousand soldiers shattered instantly under the onslaught of the tank formation, like a thin film being pierced by a red-hot iron rod.

The eastern defense line collapsed first.

The two companies there had already suffered more than half casualties after the first wave of artillery fire, and the remaining soldiers fell in large numbers under machine gun fire.

In the end, less than forty people remained, and they were forced by twenty T-34s to a vacant lot on the east side of the train station.

They tried to use the cargo piles as cover to continue their resistance, but the T-34s penetrated the cargo piles directly with armor-piercing rounds, blowing the people and cargo to pieces.

The west side followed closely behind.

Guarding the west side was the main force of the 3rd Battalion of the 117th Regiment, about 500 men, equipped with two Type 92 heavy machine guns and one infantry gun.

They resisted for about fifteen minutes.

The infantry gun fired three shots, all of which hit the target, but the shells only left three shallow dents on the frontal armor of the T-34.

Then, the cannon was simultaneously targeted by three tanks, and three high-explosive shells blew it and its gunner into the air.

The two heavy machine guns held out longer until they ran out of ammunition, while the tank formation didn't even lose a single scratch.

The collapse in the mid lane also happened very quickly.

The Japanese troops in the central area suffered heavy losses during the artillery bombardment phase, and those who survived were left disoriented and dazed by the bombardment.

Before any effective resistance could be organized, the tanks had already advanced to within 300 meters of the train station.

Honjo Shigeru's command post was located right in the center of the central road.

Of the three thousand Japanese soldiers, more than two thousand died in a battle that lasted less than an hour.

The remaining thousand or so people were divided and surrounded into three encirclements of different sizes.

The largest one was on the south side of the freight yard, with about 500 people, surrounded by more than 100 tanks.

The second location was on the west side of the platform, where about three hundred people had retreated to the base of a water tower that had been partially destroyed by the bomb.

The third group was the smallest, with fewer than two hundred people, crammed into a drainage ditch in the railway switch area, unable even to stand up.

They could only lie prone in the mud and water, with a burst of bullets from tank machine guns sweeping over their heads from time to time.

Huo Quji stood in the turret of the command tank and raised his binoculars to scan the battlefield.

Burning wreckage, scattered corpses, prisoners slumped in the mud, and still-smoking shell craters—the entire battlefield had become hell.

At that moment, Huo Quji suddenly issued an order that no one had expected.