The sudden sound of gunfire not only alerted the soldiers of the dispatch corps who were already on high alert, but also alerted the American soldiers who had retreated to the airport.
The American soldiers got out of their tents one after another and looked at the front line where gunshots and flames filled the sky several miles away. Many people exclaimed as if they were watching the excitement.
"Oh... look, the Japanese monkeys launched a sneak attack on those Chinese people."
"Thank God, we have withdrawn to the airport, otherwise it would have been our turn to face those Japanese monkeys."
"Hey...Harry..."
A soldier touched Harry, who was holding a Springfield rifle, and pouted forward: "Do you think those Chinese people can withstand the attack of Japanese monkeys?"
"Only God knows this question." Harry shrugged, "I only know that I am safe for the time being. As long as I am not sent up for support, anything will be fine."
"Oh, Harry, you are so cold-blooded. They are our reinforcements anyway." Several American soldiers all laughed.
For these American soldiers, who have been fighting the Japanese in the mud of Guadalcanal for more than a month, what they look forward to most now is to have a good rest for a few days.
As for the life and death of those Chinese people, they don't care, as long as they can survive.
Not to mention the American soldiers of the Eighth Marine Regiment, Major General Fletcher, who was sleeping soundly on the battleship, was also awakened by the knock on the door of his deputy.
"Sir, according to the report from the Chinese Dispatch Corps, they were attacked by the Japanese and are currently fighting fiercely with the Japanese."
"Sneak attack?"
Most of Fletcher's sleepiness disappeared instantly, and his first reaction was: "How about the losses of those Chinese people?"
"We don't know yet." The deputy shook his head: "Now they are using machine guns and artillery to intercept."
"Artillery interception?" Fletcher was startled for a moment, then patted his head, "I almost forgot, they also brought an artillery battalion, so it's okay. By the way, O'Hare, you can ask those
Chinese people, do they need naval gun support? If necessary, I will let the Louisville help them."
The USS Louisville is a member of the US Army's "Fletcher" class destroyers, and happens to have the same name as Rear Admiral Fletcher.
Even though the displacement of this destroyer is only over 3,000 tons, its firepower is not weak at all. The 5x single-barreled 127mm high-level dual-purpose cannon it is equipped with is a good weapon for both air and ground attacks.
In Major General Fletcher's view, it should be enough to support the Chinese with such a destroyer.
But the deputy's answer made him a little embarrassed, "Sir, we did not send liaison officers to those Chinese people, nor did we give them the contact password, so we cannot provide artillery support."
"Damn it." Fletcher's face suddenly turned red. When allies arrived, he didn't even send a liaison officer. It was indeed a dereliction of duty on his part.
He stood up, put on his coat and walked out of the room to the tail deck. He looked towards Henderson Airport and found that the fire was rising around Henderson Airport, and tracer bullets were flying around in the air. Even if there was no
People who have fought in the war also know that the fighting there must be fierce.
The deputy said with some worry: "Sir, how about we send a liaison officer over now? Looking at the battle situation ahead, the Japanese must be serious."
"Okay." Fletcher hesitated for a moment. He was also a little worried about whether the Chinese people could hold on. You must know that the Japanese on Guadalcanal made him disgusted during this period.
Moreover, he did not want those Chinese people who came from afar to suffer too heavy losses, as this would not be of any benefit to the American army.
"Tell Thomas that the 8th Regiment should be ready for reinforcements at any time. If the Chinese people can't withstand it, they will definitely go up."
"Understood sir!"
But what Fletcher didn't know was that Thomas was repeating the same words to Major Winston at this very moment.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Henderson Airport. The Americans were worried that the Chinese people would not be able to withstand it. And Haruyoshi Momokawa, who had just received the news, was also yelling at Ichiki Kiyoshi for being reckless and stupid. This guy actually didn't even bother to deal with such an important matter.
He took the initiative to attack the Americans without even saying hello. What is he going to do?
But what neither Fletcher nor Momokawa Haruyoshi expected was that the Ichiki detachment was now in the midst of a bitter battle.
Lines of pink-orange tracer bullets pierced the dark night sky, followed by the roar of artillery.
Ichiki Kiyoshi, who was directing the troops to launch the attack, instinctively lay down. A high-explosive shell fired from a 75mm howitzer came through the air with a shrill roar, and a bang was heard less than 20 meters away from Ichiki Kiyoshi.
The place exploded.
Along with the violent explosion, a crater stained red with blood was immediately created, and several Japanese soldiers who had been standing disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid sound of machine gunfire in the distance. Ichiki Qingnao, who was hiding in the crater, seemed to feel a strong wind blowing from above his head. The surrounding bushes were rattled by bullets, and several more Japanese soldiers were killed.
Bullets fell to the ground.
"When did the small arms firepower of the beautiful animals become so fierce?"
Ichiki Kiyonao can be considered a veteran officer. He has been fighting in China since the July 7th Incident. He is quite familiar with the Chinese army. Within a few minutes of the battle, he realized why the enemy tonight was so...
familiar.
"No, when did the American soldiers also equip the German 98K rifles? And how come the firepower of those machine guns is so fierce, even more powerful than the Springfield rifles and M1917 heavy machine guns equipped by the American soldiers?"
As a veteran who has fought in China for nearly five years, Ichiki Kiyoshi was so familiar with 98K's voice that he would not mishear it if he was beaten to death. He quickly made a change to the defenders on the opposite side.
judge.
Just when he was hesitating whether to continue the attack, accompanied by a burst of rapid artillery fire, illumination bombs bloomed in the sky, instantly illuminating the front of the entire position and exposing the figure of a Japanese soldier.
Under the light.
Immediately afterwards, loud bugles sounded at the same time, and then armored vehicles suddenly drove out from hiding places, and countless gray figures jumped out of their positions, shouting slogans and launched a counterattack towards the Japanese army.
.
"They are not Americans...they are Chinese...they are Chinese..."
Ichiki Kiyoshi and most of the soldiers in the Ichiki detachment had fought in China. When they heard the familiar bugles and shouts of killing, everyone immediately understood that they were fighting with them at this moment.
Where are the U.S. troops? They are clearly a group of out-and-out Chinese people.
"No, retreat quickly... retreat quickly!"
Ichiki Kiyoshi trembled and gave the order to retreat. At this time, he only had one thought in his mind: he must report the news of the Chinese people's participation in the war to General Momokawa Haruyoshi, but his order to retreat was already too late.
In less than twenty minutes, the torrent of dozens of tanks and countless soldiers from the dispatch corps quickly swamped the Ichiki detachment...