Wu Chengfeng's elbows went limp, and he lay helplessly in the muddy water, letting the rain wash over his face. The shoe on his left foot was gone, and he awkwardly supported the ground with his right foot, quietly waiting for death to come.
"Am I going to die here today? I and Xiajuan haven't given birth to a big fat boy yet!"
Wu Chengfeng lay on the wet mud ground, looking up at the god of death roaring towards him from the sky, quietly waiting for the arrival of this god of death.
At this time, a spear quickly rose from the ground not far away, a spear with a long flame.
This is the fire when the mg34 machine gun fires tracer bullets. The burning warhead is inserted into the belly of the fighter jet. The scorching high temperature activates the high explosives in the bullet, and tens of megajoules of energy begin to expand and burst out in a small space.
The Type 98 light bomber began to disintegrate amidst the painful screams, and the detonated ammunition on the fuselage pylon accelerated its collapse process.
The dazzling fireball forced Wu Chengfeng to temporarily close his eyes. In his ears, he could hear the huge friction and explosion of the plane crashing to the ground. The propeller, which was still rotating at high speed, blew up the mud on the ground and threw it, wrapping it around the wings.
The whistling sound of churning air sprayed all over him.
When Wu Chengfeng opened his eyes again, he discovered that there was a bent and broken rotor inserted into the trench wall not far from him. The blade was less than two meters away from him and almost cut him in two.
Half.
"I'm not dead yet?"
Wu Chengfeng touched his body in surprise. There was no injury at all except for the mud all over his body. This was really fatal.
After narrowly escaping from death, Wu Chengfeng felt that his whole body was falling apart. Lying on the ground, he really wanted to have a good sleep at all costs.
"Old Wu, what the hell are you still doing? Hide quickly. The devil is targeting you. If it happens again, I won't be able to save you!"
A loud voice reached Wu Chengfeng's ears. Wu Chengfeng turned around and saw that not far away, Ge Sanshun was holding an mg34 machine gun mounted on a high stand and yelling at him.
Wu Chengfeng looked up and saw two bombers flying towards him again. He was so frightened that he quickly rolled and crawled towards a nearby air-raid shelter. When he ran into the air-raid shelter, he was jumping like a drum.
His heart slowly calmed down.
At this time, the Japanese commander in the sky was so angry that his eyes were filled with stars. He never expected that a bomber would be lost just by a small oversight. In his opinion, even if all the Chinese troops were
Killing them was nothing compared to their losses, and the most important thing was that the target was allowed to escape.
Frustrated, he immediately issued an order for a full-scale bombing, and a roaring sound enveloped the entire river beach for a while. The demon was roaring and raging, and it vowed to spread death to everyone below.
Su Rui stood on the city wall, looking at the bombing sound coming from the north, with a gloomy face. He turned to Zhang Zizhong beside him and said: "Brother Xinchen. I think we should bring back the troops from Xiaoshahe. Japan
People touched the plane, and their crude fortifications won't last long under an attack from both air and ground."
Zhang Zizhong nodded solemnly, "I originally thought we could withstand this small sand river for a day and a half, but I didn't expect the Japanese to directly send out planes to bomb. Let them withdraw, we can't let their sacrifice be worthless.
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On the morning of May 16, Su Rui and Zhang Zizhong ordered a comprehensive reduction of their troops. They ordered the entire army to retreat to Xiao County. At the same time, the main force of the 114th Division also rushed to Xiao County and officially launched an attack on Xiao County.
attacked.
The first to launch the attack was still the 120th Field Artillery Regiment of the 114th Division. Under the command of Lieutenant Commander Otsuka Noboru, they launched a fierce bombardment of Xiaoxian County with dozens of field artillery and mountain artillery.
The 300 Brigade did not show any weakness, and their artillery battalions also launched a tit-for-tat counterattack. For a time, the artillery on both sides entered a white-hot stage.
It is still raining lightly in the sky, making the earth so muddy. The outside of Xiaoxian City has become extremely desolate. At least in Su Rui's view, the scenery outside the position is as desolate as the surface of the moon, no... worse than the surface of the moon.
To be desolate and terrifying.
The sound of artillery was still roaring. What could appear in Su Rui's field of vision were continuous hills, surrounded by mud and mud. There was originally a small hill not far from the city wall, but at this time, there was nothing like this on this small hill.
At that time, there were no longer any protrusions, whether artificial or natural. There were only craters one after another on the surface of the hills, craters filled with mud.
There is endless dark blue mist in the sky above the hills, and the sticky rain tightly sticks the hills and mist together. The puddles in the lower areas have long turned into dark brown, and are as sticky as puddles of paste.
, corpses and pieces of smoke powder can be seen floating on the surface of the paste from time to time. Raindrops fell to the surface of the paste bit by bit, and then were quickly melted by the thick and dark paste, leaving not a single ripple.
During this period, there may have been a few artillery shells hurriedly smashing into the dark mud with a rapid voice, and immediately a few dirty and ugly mud pillars rose on the surface of the puddle. Red-brown flames tried their best to reach the top of the mud pillars.
Escaped towards the gloomy sky, as if they could not bear the warm embrace of the foul-smelling black paste.
The battle has been going on for a whole day, and the artillery fire from both sides has been firing all day long. The position in front of the city wall has almost been turned into a wasteland, but the Japanese attack has not stopped. Every Japanese soldier wearing khaki uniforms is still stubborn.
They charged towards the position, as if no matter how dense the rain of bullets was, they could not make them take a step back.
Looking at the dense Japanese troops in front of him, Lin Shiqian next to Su Rui couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it, this little devil is really crazy. He came here one by one knowing that he was going to die in vain. I really don't know what they are doing."
What do you think? Is the Japanese Bushido really so brave that it makes people fearless of death?"
There was no expression on Su Rui's face. He looked at the Japanese troops who were as dense as locusts and said coldly: "Since the little devils are so unafraid of death, let's make them disappear physically. Order the troops to stop covering up."
Cover it up and let the little devil have a taste of what Metal Storm is."
As the order was issued, the M2 heavy machine guns that were originally hidden were pushed to the front of the position, and yellow bullets as thick as thumbs were pushed into the barrels.
"Fire!"
"Dong dong dong dong..."
As a sound as heavy as a drum sounded, shining metal storms cut through time and space and flew towards the charging Japanese army with angry flames.
The long and beautiful warhead penetrated one fragile body after another with destructive energy, and the huge kinetic energy tore each Japanese soldier into pieces.
The 12.7-caliber bullet is not very powerful. Even if a person is hit in the torso by it, it will cause serious injuries. If the bullet is hit in the body... well, the person will be cut into two pieces.
Even the commander of the 114th Division, Lieutenant General Suematsu Shigeharu, who was watching the battle from a distance, was stunned by the ferocious firepower on the 300 brigade position. He asked the chief of staff next to him, Colonel Isoda Saburo: "Isoda-kun, what are you on the other side?
Has the designation of this army been determined?"
"Yes, your Excellency, the division commander, it has been confirmed." Colonel Isoda Saburo nodded: "It has been found out that the defenders of Xiao County are China's 59th Army and the 300th Brigade. They are now preparing for the China Army.
Queen."
"Three Hundred Brigade... no wonder the firepower is so fierce."
Seeing that they had been fighting for most of the day, but there was still no sign of the firepower weakening, Suematsu Shigeharu couldn't help but be secretly frightened. He solemnly ordered Colonel Isoda Saburo: "Hurry up and tell Mitsuzaburo Akiyama (the 127th Brigade)
Commander), when our fighter planes come for reinforcements later, let him attack harder. If we cannot capture Xiao County today, it will be difficult for us to catch up with the tail of China's defeated army."
"Hai!"
As Suematsu Shigeharu finished speaking, bursts of roaring sounds were heard in the sky, and the Japanese air support force also arrived.
The bombers that arrived this time were still Type 98 light bombers, but the number was much higher than that in the morning, a total of sixteen. When the bombers arrived, the figures of the sixteen Japanese planes seemed to be enveloped in the darkness like a dark cloud.
over the county.
"Fuck...the Japanese are really doing this again. If it doesn't work on the ground, they will do it from the sky."
Suri looked at the planes in the sky and felt helpless. Although he usually looked down on the Japanese planes in and out of words, in fact he was very envious in his heart. Coming from a later generation, he knew better what it meant to have air supremacy.
But now Suri can only drool while looking at the plane in front of the computer screen.
Why? The reason is very simple. Now is not the time. Suri knows very well that now he is just a small brigade commander. Some time ago, he could use some rifles, machine guns or artillery to cover the past, but the plane is different.
, this involves a series of problems. Firstly, he has no territory, and secondly, he has no talents. Moreover, the establishment of air power is not just about producing aircraft. Logistics and maintenance, fuel, and various supporting facilities are all indispensable.
For example, if Suri now produces dozens of fighter jets or even hundreds of tanks and combat vehicles, where are the drivers? Where do the pilots come from? Where do the ground maintenance personnel and ground staff come from? If there are no these
Things, the weapons that are redeemed can only be a pile of scrap metal.
With his current strength, if he rashly takes out the plane, there will only be one result, and that is to be swallowed up by various forces that come in contact with him. So the only thing Suri can do now is to be a grandson.
It sounds aggrieved, but it is the fact. Suri knows that although he is a very lucky time traveler, he does not have the halo of the protagonist on his head. It will hurt just like being cut by a knife, and it will hurt like being hit by a gun.
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So now Suri pursues only one policy, which is to quietly hoard strength...
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