A group of P-47 Thunder fighters are constantly circling at an altitude of three thousand meters. Their mission is to be responsible for air security and ensure the safety of bombers.
Although the guard job was leisurely, it was also relatively boring. While Huang Kebiao was flying a fighter plane in the sky and looking at the group of B-25 bombers below, he couldn't help but feel envious. He couldn't help but turn on the intercom channel: "Dayou,
Do you think we should also go down and give the Japanese two shuttles? Don’t forget that our plane still has two bombs hanging on it."
As his wingman, Lu Dayou knew his old partner very well and immediately warned: "Biaozi, don't be confused. Don't forget that our mission is to ensure the safety of the bomber group. If it happens because of our
The reason led to the loss of the bomber, and Captain Huang had to skin us!"
Huang Kebiao was speechless. As a double ace pilot who had already painted eleven five-pointed stars on the fuselage, his skills were unquestionable. But for an excellent pilot, watching his comrades kill each other was so difficult.
Not to mention how uncomfortable it was that the enemy could only watch the excitement from the sky.
"boom……"
While the two were talking, there was a huge explosion, and a plume of thick black smoke shot straight into the sky, even reaching a height of more than a thousand meters. It turned out that the mountain fire was caused by bombs dropped by Stuka dive bombers.
, and a strong wind blew.
Taking advantage of the wind, the fire quickly set the entire mountain on fire. The trucks parked by the Japanese army on the roadside were nowhere to be seen. The rows of ammunition trucks were bombed one after another. Hundreds of trucks came one after another at one time.
One car exploded.
"My dear...have you seen it, big friend? Four or five ammunition trucks below were all destroyed, and the whole mountain was burned, right?"
Seeing the Japanese heavy artillery regiment plunged into a sea of flames, even Huang Kebiao was a little dumbfounded and couldn't help but take a breath, "Those guys from the 3rd and 4th Bomber Squadrons were so cruel, they threw so many incendiary bombs."
, once this thing catches fire, it won’t go out unless everything is burned out.”
"Who says it's not the case?" Lu Dayou was speechless for a moment when he saw the Japanese troops scattered on the ground, running away like wolves and wolves, but eventually being surrounded by a sea of fire one by one.
Just as the two of them were looking at the Western scene in boredom, a rapid and very stiff voice sounded in the headset.
"Moxi Moxi...daisy calls the eagle's nest urgently...daisy calls the eagle's nest urgently..."
"Um?"
Huang Kebiao couldn't help but be startled when he heard this word, "Dayou... which army's code name is Chrysanthemum? Why does this tone sound weird to me?"
Lu Da was a little dazed at first. After thinking hard for a while, he suddenly realized, "Ke Biao, you forgot, Juhua is the code name of the army that supports the country!"
"Oh...it turns out they are those little devils. I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me. No wonder the tone of their voice smelled like Dabanjiang when I heard them talking."
When Lu Da said this, Huang Kebiao suddenly realized, and then complained: "What do you think the staff officers at the regiment are doing? Do their code names include gecko, eagle, cheetah, etc. It's the turn of these little devils
It's good that a group of grown men actually gave it the code name Daihua, isn't it awkward?"
If the staff officers of the regiment heard Huang Kebiao complaining, they would definitely cry out. This code name was not given by them, but by Gao Hongming himself. Although they did not understand it, no one would be stupid enough to change their regiment name without authorization.
The code name we decided on, isn’t that out of mind?
Lu Dayou asked: "Kebiao, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? After all, they are our friendly forces now. Since they have called for reinforcements, we can't just ignore them. Let's leave quickly! By the way, you should inform Lao Bai immediately and ask him to transfer two Bs.
-25 together."
"Okay!"
…………
Ihara Heihaizan raised his head from the foxhole. Although mortar shells and grenade launchers still exploded around the position from time to time, and the smoke still filled the position, after the black and gray smoke, Murata Shuzo could still see
I saw a vague shadow, and at the same time, I heard a familiar Japanese voice from the front. It was obvious that the people from the heavy artillery regiment were preparing to launch an attack again.
Large swaths of Japanese troops, armed with 38-type rifles and bayonets shining coldly in the sun, were approaching them in small groups. Looking at the familiar Zhenzheng in front of them, Ihara Heihachi used his knees to figure out that it was the Japanese army.
The most common wave formation when charging.
Two troops from the same country, speaking the same language, using the same infantry drill, wearing the same military uniforms, and using the same weapons are fighting to the death today. This is indeed ironic for both warring parties.
But at this moment, no one on either side of the war could care about this. In just over twenty minutes of fighting, dozens of people on both sides had been killed and injured. The trace of intolerance they felt before the war had long been forgotten.
"Click!"
The machine gunner in the machine gun fortification shook off the dust that had been thrown up by the previous shelling and pulled back the bolt of the Type 92 heavy machine gun. The ammunition hand beside him also stuffed a bullet plate into the magazine. The machine gunner's expression was solemn.
He held his breath and looked nervously at the compatriots rushing towards him like waves hundreds of meters away.
If the machine gunner was still a little unbearable dozens of minutes ago, now he no longer had such ridiculous thoughts in his mind, because just five minutes into the fight, his former machine gunner was hit by a grenade in front of him.
He was seriously injured by the explosion, and his life and death are still uncertain. A battle that only lasted for more than 20 minutes completely made both sides red-blooded.
"Kill me..."
When the Japanese troops on the opposite side began to approach, following Ihara Heihachi's order, the light and heavy machine guns, rifles, and pistols on the position immediately rang out. The crossfire formed by dense bullets instantly poured on the Japanese stormtroopers in a skirmishing wave formation.
in shape.
"Sudden death..."
"Boom! Boom!..."
The attacking Japanese army was not to be outdone. The Type 92 heavy machine guns responsible for covering the rear were firing non-stop. The grenadiers on both sides kept firing grenades. With the banging sound of artillery, Type 91 grenades and Type 89 grenades were fired.
The hand grenade was launched, and the smoke and cast iron fragments raised by the artillery shells kept flying among the teams of both sides. The cast iron fragments raised by the artillery shells could always kill some lives.
"Everyone, bayonets on!"
Although the Protectorate Army resisted desperately, they were at a numerical disadvantage and found it difficult to stop the Japanese attack. Seeing the Japanese army getting closer and closer, Tuihara Heihachi, with a dusty face, shouted the order he was least willing to give.