Chapter 152 The situation in Yangcun (12)

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Chapter 152 The situation in Yangcun (12)

"Whether this Stone Bay is a huge warehouse or the entrance to an underground passage, it cannot be moved."

"It's just a fixed target."

"I will dispatch the air force and bomb this place continuously."

Bei Ping, North China Front Army Headquarters, in early October, the deaths of three generals deeply stimulated Naosaburo Okabe, so much so that after the first batch of ammunition and fuel specially approved by the Dabei Battalion arrived in mid-to-late October, he could not wait to send

Bombers headed to Shitou Bay to bomb Yangcun.

Of course, it was the aviation unit of the First Army that was dispatched.

"This time, I have enough ammunition and fuel."

"Even if it cannot be completely destroyed, it can still damage the entrance, damage the transportation roads, and affect their material transportation."

In order to deal with Li Yunlong, although the base camp did not lose many reinforcements, it was still very generous in terms of supplies, and even transferred a large amount of combat readiness resources from the Eleventh Army of the South to supply the North China Front.

"The attack is not expected until mid-November."

"Is it too early?"

"and··"

The chief of staff on the side was a little worried:

"Whether it is a huge warehouse or an underground passage, it must be a huge project that can pass or store thousands of tons of materials."

"There must be a backup channel reserved."

"Blowing up a passage, or entrance, doesn't make much sense."

The chief of staff still has sense.

"No, it makes sense."

At this time, Naosaburo Okabe's sanity had almost fallen out like his hair. Nogi Nogi was possessed, and only recklessness remained in his mind:

"Every time the Locust Army is attacked, Tubal Road will receive a large amount of supplies. Therefore, we must bomb them as early as possible to disrupt their supply transportation."

"As for the alternate transportation channel,"

"Then I'll find one that explodes."

I discovered that the locust army was not as wealthy as the Germans!

The chief of staff wanted to persuade him, but after thinking about it, he made sense.

The support from the base camp was very strong this time.

In October, there were 17 special trains transporting aviation fuel and three special trains carrying bombs. In November, 30 special trains transporting aviation fuel and five special trains carrying aerial bombs arrived in North China.

The bomb was produced by the Locust Army itself.

As for aviation fuel, it is said that the additives are imported from the United States, and the quality is better than the Locust Army’s own.

Since there is enough ammunition, you can naturally use it freely.

Anyway, the guerrillas have basic air defense capabilities. Although the Czech machine gun is a good light machine gun, its rate of fire is too slow. Even if they are concentrated in numbers, as long as the bombers fly higher, they will be safe.

"Report."

A staff officer walked in:

"Taiyuan Air Wing reports that the first wave of five fighters has arrived at Shitou Bay and is launching an attack."

"Yoshi!"

Naosaburo Okabe touched his sparse hair and was in a good mood.

···

"Pay attention to the height, there are machine guns below."

In the team communication channel, a reminder from the flight team leader sounded.

However, the attacking Japanese pilot remained unmoved and controlled his plane to dive towards the entrance of the bunker at Stone Bay at a high angle, getting lower and lower.

Five hundred meters, four hundred and fifty meters, four hundred and thirty meters...

"Yoshi."

Seeing this scene, the leader of the Japanese flying team who was in command was not angry, but nodded and secretly admired it.

Facing the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower, they still dared to carry out ultra-low-altitude bombing.

Worthy of being a pilot of the Japanese Locust Army!

Of course, in the era when kamikaze had not yet appeared, the little devil knew very well that as a pilot, rationality was very important. He could not be like infantry cannon fodder, only knowing how to charge and thinking only about breaking the jade for the locusts in the sky.

At this time, the leader of the flight squad, the Jaap, was not arrogant and brave, but he knew very well that even a bombing at an altitude of 300 meters would be very safe.

They were flying a Type 97 light critical strike aircraft, a new type of fighter that entered service four years ago.

Although in the ever-changing imperial military, the critical strike aircraft are already relatively backward, and the more advanced Type 99 has been put into large-scale service, they are still invincible to the Tubal guerrillas.

At an altitude of 300 meters, although the guerrillas' Mauser pointed bullets have a certain power in air-to-air shooting, the light machine gun was not designed to shoot in the air from the beginning. It is not equipped with a stable tripod, has an erratic trajectory, and has a low rate of fire.

It is almost impossible to accurately hit an aircraft at an altitude of 300 meters and a speed of hundreds of kilometers.

It's just a waste of bullets!

In his approving eyes,

The first Type 97 bomber has reached an altitude of less than 400 meters.

Below, around the target, machine guns fired one after another, and the dense muzzle fireworks shone like stars.

"Nani!"

Suddenly, the team leader was shocked:

"so much!"

He discovered that the machine guns around the target, estimated to number more than 200, and more than 200 muzzle fireworks, had a vague sense of unique beauty.

"A waste of bullets!"

Immediately, the squad leader felt at ease.

From his perspective, although the current number of anti-aircraft machine gun positions is large, their layout is very unreasonable, their firepower is too overlapping, and they lack unified command—elite pilots, most of whom are air defense experts.

In addition, the Czech type during the guerrilla period only had twenty or thirty rounds of magazines, poor ammunition supply continuity, no anti-air shooting sight, and no anti-aircraft tripod.

Also, Mauser pointed bullets are lethal enough to people, but of little use to aircraft.

These two hundred or so machine guns only look scary, but actually don't pose much of a threat.

Amid the sarcasm on the lips of the Japanese squad leader, Luo Youzhi gave an order, and one hundred and ninety-eight were based on the MG42, made by the system master, mounted on an anti-aircraft tripod, and fed by 250-round metal bullet chains.

The general machine gun opened fire at full speed.

Thousands of bullets filled the sky in just a few seconds, covering almost every airspace above Shitou Bay.

boom···

The Japanese's first bomber dropped a bomb. A 250-kilogram bomb exploded ten meters away from the large cave shelter built by the Independent Regiment near Shitou Bay. The huge fireball kicked up a large amount of soil.

After the deafening explosion, a huge crater appeared on the ground.

A 250-kilogram bomb with a charge of more than 100 kilograms is as powerful as a battleship's 14-inch heavy gun.

Fortunately, there is actually nothing inside the large cave dwelling in Shitou Bay. In order to keep it secret, it is usually tightly sealed. Only some soldiers from the regiment's security company can open it. At this time, there are no soldiers around, and the guards have all hid in the air-raid shelter.

There were no casualties.

but···

boom···

Immediately afterwards, there was another explosion.

The Japanese plane that had dropped its bombs failed to rise. Instead, it shook its wings again, then dived straight down and exploded next to an anti-aircraft machine gun position.

"What a stupid little devil!"

This scene made Luo Youzhi couldn't help but curse.

The bomb didn't hit anyone, so we'll all die together, right?

According to the order of the regiment commander, he was responsible for setting up a prevention and control battalion. However, the regiment commander did not give him many veterans. He had only recruits. Fortunately, he had as many guns and bullets as he needed.

He originally planned to form two hundred machine gun teams, but not many of the recruits were proficient in using machine guns, so time was tight. He rushed to train, and then he started to work together, even including himself, and he only managed to collect one hundred and ninety-eight.

A machine gun group.

There were losses in this first battle.

"Damn it!"
To be continued...