Chapter 234: The Destruction of the 1st Regiment of Taiwan's Soldiers
"Master, the forwards of the 48th Division have arrived in the Lingbei Valley!"
In Maoming's security headquarters, Liang Zhi walked up to Su Rui and whispered.
"The Forty-eighth Division..." Su Ruila whispered in a long voice: "Now that you are here, don't leave."
After saying that, Su Rui raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Ziran, order the flying brigade to dispatch immediately. When dealing with them for the first time, we have to leave a deep impression on them. Otherwise, wouldn't others say that we don't know how to take care of our compatriots?
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Liang Zhi showed a trace of ferocity on his face, and whispered: "Master, don't worry, the flying brigade has already made preparations, and we will not let them down."
Mao Hirano stood next to the car, holding the handrail with her right hand to prevent the car from shaking too much and falling.
With her left hand, she tightened the canvas gun belt and tightened the 38-type rifle on her back. Hirano Mao squinted her eyes and planned to take a nap as soon as possible. As a veteran with three years of military service, Hirano Mao knew very well that
, it is very necessary for a soldier to conserve his physical strength when he is not fighting. If he falls behind or is killed because he has no physical strength during the battle, it would be an unjust death.
By the way, Mao Hirano’s original name is not this. His original name is Lei Rong. The name Mao Hirano was given to him by his Japanese teacher when he was in school. This name has been with him for more than ten years, and now he is almost
I almost forgot my original name.
But what does it matter? He is Taiwanese, but he is also Japanese. This is what his teacher at school told him. From the time he can remember, his parents have told him that he is Chinese, but when he arrived at school
Later, the teacher told him that Taiwan was the territory of the Japanese Empire, and they who grew up on this land were naturally Japanese. Hirano Mao felt that the teacher's words made sense.
Although there are still some old people in the village who insist that they are still Chinese, Hirano Mao has always scorned their words. This view has become more firm since he came to China. During the Battle of Songhu, well... then
At that time, the 48th Division was still called the Chongteng Detachment. They participated in many battles to occupy Shanghai. In this battle, he also saw the combat effectiveness of the Chinese defenders. How should I put it? I'm afraid it's not much better than a group of ducks. As long as it's big
One blast from Imperial Japan's naval guns will turn all resistance into ashes.
This impression has never changed until now, and Mao Hirano has always been proud of her Japanese identity.
"Hello……"
Just as Mao Hirano was closing his eyes to rest, he felt a hand tap on his shoulder twice. When Mao Hirano looked back, it turned out to be Ichiro Ono, the superior soldier in his squad.
"Ono, what's the matter?" Mao Hirano, who was interrupted from her meditation, asked impatiently: "If there's nothing, don't bother me."
Ono stretched out his hand and said with a shy smile: "Hirano-kun, I'm out of cigarettes, please give me one."
Hirano Mao said impatiently: "You guys, every time you get paid, you don't know where you spent it. Now you can't even afford a pack of cigarettes. Are you a failure as a person?"
Hirano's words were very rude, and could even be said to be very discriminatory, but Ono Ichiro still smiled and said nonchalantly: "Who said you are a sergeant? My salary is only 6.4 yuan a month, but you have 13 yuan, why?
Comparable."
"As long as you drink less alcohol, you'll have money for cigarettes."
Hirano said sarcastically, but still took out the cigarette case from his pocket and handed him a cigarette.
"Thank you, Sergeant!"
Ono Ichiro took the cigarette, took out a match from his pocket and struck it skillfully. When the match emitted a light blue flame, he covered it with his left hand. The strong wind caused by the rapid speed of the truck could not blow out the flame in his hand.
Little Flame. When Ono lit the cigarette, Hirano sighed and said, "You boy, if you had used your ability to light cigarettes in training and combat, you would have become a corps commander long ago, and you wouldn't be the one you are now."
He became a first-class soldier."
Ono said with a smile: "What's so good about being a corps commander? You have to manage five people and have a lot of things to do. It's better to be my superior soldier. Maybe one day the squadron leader will open his eyes and raise his salary by one."
That would be better."
The salary of soldiers of the same rank in the Japanese army is also divided into several grades. For example, upper-class soldiers like Ono receive the lowest salary, which is only 6.4 yuan. The first-class salary is 10.5 yuan, which is paid by Japanese soldiers of local origin. Like them
Soldiers from Taiwan can only receive the lowest salary.
"You have a beautiful thought!" Hirano glanced at him with disdain: "Do you think you are a soldier from the mainland? If you don't work hard on the battlefield, you are destined to only receive a salary of 6.4 yuan in your life."
"Why are you acting so good?" Ono said to Hirano, his words of persuasion always went out in one ear and out in the other. "If you act too aggressively, you might be the next person to die. I don't want to be held by someone with ashes.
Give the box to my mother, she will cry to death."
"You..." Hirano shook his head helplessly and turned around. This guy was really hopeless.
Hirano turned his head and lifted it up, shaking his sore neck. Suddenly, his movements froze, and he pointed at the fighter plane in the sky and asked in surprise: "Ono, look quickly, what is that?"
Ono also raised his head, and then made a shrill voice, "No, that's a Chinese plane, stop it quickly!"
Following Ono's voice, the black spots in the sky gradually grew larger, and everyone in the car could see clearly that they were black fighter planes with a vicious shape, flying towards them like black vultures, and they were on one side.
While flying, they lowered their altitude, and several fighter planes even started to dive vertically.
These vertically swooping vultures made a piercing alarm call as they swooped down, swooping down like giant eagles pouncing on prey.
At this time, the Japanese convoy on the road was already in chaos. Some trucks stopped quickly, and the soldiers on the vehicles also jumped out of the vehicle. Ono Ichiro was the first to jump out of the vehicle, and Hirano Mao followed closely behind him.
Behind them, the two people got out of the car and immediately ran towards the roadside without stopping. Having been soldiers for several years, they knew very well that the farther away from the truck they were riding in after encountering an air raid, the safer it would be.
The opponent's planes are already preparing to bomb, and the idiots who carry rifles or light machine guns to shoot into the air have already entered the Yasukuni Shrine.
"boom……"
An earth-shaking explosion sounded more than 200 meters away from them. Even though they were so far away, they still felt that the ground beneath their feet was shaking.
When the violent trembling of the earth disappeared, the two men raised their heads and looked in the direction of the explosion. They saw that more than two hundred meters away from them, the three or four trucks that were originally parked there had disappeared without a trace.
Where they stayed, there was a large pit sixty to seventy meters in diameter and wide.
Ono Ichiro said tremblingly: "This... this is at least a five hundred kilogram blockbuster!"
Nakano Mao was livid and silent. In August last year, he participated in the Battle of Songhu. He had witnessed with his own eyes the shells fired from the battleships falling on the Chinese army's positions. The power was simply shocking.
, even one company of the Chinese army will disappear with one shot.
At that time, Mao Nakano kept cheering after seeing it on his own position, but now when it was his turn to do something like this, his feeling was completely different.
"Woooooooo..."
There was another siren sound in the sky. Nakano Mao looked up and saw the shadow of a black vulture getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. At this time, it was too late to escape. Nakano Mao lay weakly on the ground. At this time, he
We can only look forward to Amaterasu's judgment.
A black bomb detached from the belly of the Vulture and landed near where Nakano and Mao were hiding. Ichiro Ono turned over with all his strength, his face pointed at the ground, and he made fists with both hands.
on his chest, then took a deep breath and closed his ears.
"boom……"
An earth-shattering explosion sounded, followed by a thick black smoke, and the whole earth trembled. Ono Ichiro seemed to have been kicked, and his whole body was ejected from the ground, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
When Ono struggled to get up after falling heavily to the ground, he found that the surroundings were silent, and bombs were constantly falling nearby, but he could not hear any sound.
"Are my ears deafened?"
The frightened Ono reached out and touched his ears, and felt a stream of liquid flowing out of his ears. When he took his hand back, he found that his hands were full of blood. At this moment, he knew that his ears were damaged.
At this time, there were thick black smoke rising everywhere on the highway, and loud noises kept ringing. The long queue that was originally composed of those convoys was now in pieces, and was blown into pieces like sections.
Half-dead worm.
Ono Ichiro watched for a while, then suddenly turned back to where Mao Hirano was, and found Mao Hirano lying motionless on the ground.
"Hirano-kun, Hirano-kun!"
Ono hurriedly struggled and ran over, and helped Mao Hirano up, only to find that blood was flowing out of Mao Hirano's seven orifices, and he was no longer breathing. He was emotionally shocked to death by the bombshell just now.
Ono looked at this friend who came from the same village as him, showing a hint of sadness. He put Ono on the ground, gritted his teeth, took out Mao Nakano's belongings from his pocket, and then put some valuables
He put the things in his pocket and then ran to the other side...
Half an hour later, Lieutenant General Dohashi Yongyi, the commander of the 48th Division, who was on his way forward, received the news that the 1st Infantry Regiment of Taiwan was attacked by the Chinese Air Force and almost the entire army was wiped out... (To be continued. Please search Gone with the Wind.