Yamayama Ryoichi decided to retreat, because during the few minutes he was thinking, another Type 97 heavy bomber was hit on the engine on the left wing. Fortunately, the pilot's skills were not bad and he struggled to fly the aircraft away from the battlefield.
He headed towards the way he came from, puffing out black smoke.
Seeing this, Yamayama Ryoichi knew that if he didn't return, he would really not be able to go back today.
"Attention everyone, return immediately..."
As Ryoichi Yamayama's voice sounded in the headsets of each pilot, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer having to fight with the Chinese.
In the previous battle, only two of the six escorting fighter planes were left, and only six of the twelve bombers were left.
Of course, they didn't gain nothing. At least they blew up two anti-aircraft guns and at least ten machine guns.
It doesn’t sound like it has no achievements, but that’s not how it works out. How much does a bomber cost? How much does an anti-aircraft gun cost? Not to mention the time and money needed to train a pilot. To put it bluntly, training a pilot
The money spent on pilots is enough to form an infantry battalion.
In this way, they can be considered as losing a lot of blood today.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ryoichi Yamagami reluctantly gave the order to return.
Looking at the Japanese plane leaving in despair, cheers rang out from everywhere in Kenanpo. The people watching the battle were as excited as if they were celebrating the New Year. Many people jumped up and down, and many even set off firecrackers on the spot.
Yan Xishan and the people on the hillside saw all this in front of their eyes. He Changqing also burst into tears and choked up: "How many years have it been... since the July 7th Incident, our country has been defeated again and again. The Northeast has been lost, Shandong,
Fujian, Jiangsu and Zhejiang were lost, and even our Shanxi Province lost most of it.
The old man finally saw the day when the Japanese suffered defeat at the hands of our own army. Today is worth even letting the old man die!"
Yan Xishan also died with emotion. After the Japanese army occupied Taiyuan in 1937, the Japanese army began to launch a full-scale attack on various parts of Shanxi. The Shanxi-Sui army was defeated one after another.
As of now, except for a dozen or so counties in Shanxi that are still in the hands of the Shanxi-Sui Army, all the other counties have fallen into the hands of the Japanese.
As a dignified commander of the World War II area, I could only hide in the corner of Kenanpo with my troops and survive. It is really embarrassing to say that.
But today, the Japanese planes that had always been domineering were actually beaten and fled. He just counted that the number of Japanese planes that had been shot down had reached ten.
These were ten Japanese planes, and they were shot down in front of celebrities from all walks of life in Shanxi and many reporters. It will not take long for this news to appear in newspapers across the country, right?
Although it was a local militia group that shot down these planes, no matter what, as the commander-in-chief of the World War II zone, I could not get rid of this credit.
Thinking of this, Yan Xishan has already begun to think about how to brag about this matter to reporters at tomorrow's press conference.
At this time, someone said, "Let's go, someone in the Liantai Militia is injured, let's go help!"
"Yes... everyone come over and help!"
The surrounding people swarmed toward the highway...
Although the battle was over, Gao Hongming was even busier.
In the battle just now, two 88 anti-aircraft guns and eleven machine guns were blown up, and more than fifty gunners and soldiers were killed or injured. Therefore, as soon as the battle ended, the doctors and nurses of the medical brigade began to get busy.
Doctors and nurses began to carry the bodies and treat the wounded, while the officers gathered the troops to count the number of people and ammunition. For a while, everyone was busy.
Just when everyone was busy, there was a noise around them, and countless people ran towards them.
Two nurses were struggling to carry a wounded person onto a stretcher, preparing to send him to the medical team's tent for treatment. At this time, a group of people ran next to him, and two strong men took the stretcher from the nurse's hands without any explanation.
The two young nurses were startled and said quickly: "Hey...brothers, what are you going to do?"
One of the men said: "You two girls, don't be afraid, we are here to help... Tell me, where do you want to carry it?"
"No...brothers, this is our job, you don't have to do this." One of the nurses wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the man again.
"Sister, what are you talking about?" The man was unhappy, "These brothers who are soldiers have risked their lives to fight the Japanese, and we can't even help carry the stretcher... Don't talk nonsense, just talk, carry it to
Where to go!”
"Yes, we people may not know anything else, but we still have a lot of strength." Another man also spoke.
Seeing the persistence of the two people, the two nurses had no choice but to lead the way, carrying the nurses to the temporary medical point set up in front.
In fact, it was not only these two nurses who encountered this kind of thing, but other nurses as well. Countless people came over. They either helped carry the wounded and collected the bodies of soldiers who died in the battle, or helped push the overturned truck to the road.
On the other hand, some even sent eggs, noodles, old hens and other things that they were reluctant to eat, saying they wanted to help the wounded soldiers recuperate.
And all this was seen in the eyes of generals such as Yan Xishan and celebrities from all walks of life. He Changqing couldn't help but sigh: "The people's support can be used... The people's support can be used. With this, the people should not worry about being unable to expel the Japanese aggressors and restore our country."
In the crowd, a major general wearing a yellow woolen military uniform of the Central Army saw all this, rolled his eyes a few times, came to Yan Xishan and asked: "Sir Yan, do you think it is right now?"
Call Gao Hongming over and announce that matter to him?"
Yan Xishan glanced at him meaningfully: "Brother Ziruo came here on orders from the Military and Political Department, so I naturally have no reason to stop you. Just do what you want."
"Okay, then the department has gone overboard."
Soon, Gao Hongming, who was still busy, was called to Yan Xishan.
After saluting, he asked: "Gao Hongming was ordered to report and ask for instructions from Chief Yan."
Yan Xishan smiled and said, "Captain Gao, it's not me who called you here this time, but Director Zhou Ziruo from the Military and Political Department, who came here from Chongqing specifically to find you."
"Ministry of Military Affairs?"
Gao Hongming was slightly startled. The Ministry of Military Affairs was subordinate to the Executive Yuan of the National Government.
He is in charge of the administration of the country's land, sea and air force, the planning of national mobilization, the establishment of administrative areas, the recruitment and training of soldiers, the support of military logistics, etc. It can be said that he has quite a lot of power, but he doesn't know what Director Zhou wants to do with him.
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He saluted Zhou Ziruo, who was standing next to Yan Xishan: "Hello, Director Zhou, what are your instructions?"
"I don't take the instructions seriously. I'm looking for you today to read out an order from the Ministry of Military Affairs." Zhou Ziruo smiled and took out a document from his pocket.