Three hundred and ninetieth eight chapters coveted
After being hit by two 100-kilogram bombs, a large area of the Japanese troops in this squadron was immediately blown up. The remaining more than 100 people were so frightened that they lay on the ground and did not dare to move.
"Wow..."
After dropping the bombs, the Thunderbolt fighter jet roared over the position at a height of treetops. The strong wind caused by the high-speed passing swept the hats of many soldiers into the air. The bright blue sky and white sun flag under the belly of the aircraft flew over the position.
It's so clear in the sunlight.
"I'm going to fuck his grandma, who is flying this plane? He's so damn arrogant!" Fang Jianshan picked up the blown off hat and cursed again, but unlike before, he was smiling all over his face now.
The regiment leader surnamed Ma who was about to go back and fight for his life on the side also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, "Master, it's okay now. All the Japs' planes have been shot down. We also have air support. This time I
We want to see how the little devils attack my position."
Seeing Captain Ma being so careless, Fang Jianshan couldn't help but glared at him out of habit and cursed: "If I really don't know how to fight if I leave the Air Force, then why do I need you to come here? I can just ask the Air Force to fight."
"Yes!" Seeing his teacher getting angry, the regiment leader shrank his head and ran away with a few soldiers.
At this moment, the more than 20 Thunder fighters in the sky did not stay in the air for long. They continued to drop bombs at the Japanese troops on the ground. The more than 20 Thunder fighters dropped all the bombs they carried, and then returned
He fired at them with machine guns in turn, and finally he soared into the sky and flew towards Changsha, leaving only the stumps and broken arms on the ground and the commander of the Nara detachment who was crying without tears.
Major General Tsubasa Nara.
As the Chinese old saying goes, things turn around. Just twenty minutes ago, it was the Japanese planes that suppressed the 191st Division, but now it is the Chinese fighter planes that suppress the Japanese. In that round just now,
The bombing and strafing caused at least thousands of casualties to the Nara detachment in front of them. This also caused the Naliang detachment to not launch a new round of attack for two hours, and also gave the 191st Division a precious respite.
time.
The same is true for the 193rd Division on the other side. Under the destruction of a squadron of Stukas, except for three tanks of the Japanese tank brigade, the remaining more than 30 tanks "survived".
All the vehicles were destroyed in less than ten minutes, and due to the nature of the Stuka bombers, the remaining offensive wing was almost completely lost. Let the commander of the 6th Division, Yuki Machijiri, who was observing the battle situation at the headquarters,
The lieutenant general was so angry that he jumped to his feet.
When Xue Yue, who was waiting hard for news in Changsha City, received the victory telegram from the 191st Division and the 193rd Division, he finally relaxed after being in suspense for a long time, and a thunderous roar broke out in the headquarters.
Cheering, even Hurley, who has always emphasized white supremacy, had a smile on his face.
The longer the current Changsha battle is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be for the Japanese. After all, nearly 200,000 troops are hanging outside. The troops in Wuhan and other areas have been almost exhausted. If the war is prolonged, problems will easily arise. If this is the case
At that time, the surrounding third and fifth theaters took action together, and the Eleventh Army had to be crushed even though it had three heads and six arms. As an eyewitness and half-planner of the Changsha Battle, Hurley was in the wheelchair.
The old man's status in his heart will probably be greatly improved.
Thinking of this, the smile on Hurley's face became more obvious. He said to Xue Yue: "General Xue, the two squadrons of fighter planes that came to our aid this time are really timely for us. It is estimated that in the future,
We still have many battles to use them, I think now we should immediately go and see these great heroes of our day, what do you think?"
Xue Yue is such a smart person. He can naturally think of things that Hurley, a foreigner, can think of. And what he thinks further than Hurley is that he can fight against these Suri who have come from afar in this battle.
His subordinates established a relationship, and he also sent a signal to Suri to purchase some fighter planes through them. He then smiled and said: "Haha, Colonel Hurley, you are right. That's good. In that case, let's go together.
Let’s welcome friends from afar at the airport!”
After saying that, Xue Yue stretched out his hand. The adjutant beside him who had been prepared immediately handed over his hat. Xue Yue took the hat and made an invitation gesture to Hurley. Hurley smiled slightly and walked out of the door with Xue Yue.
, and soon, several trucks carrying more than a hundred members of the US military observation group and several trucks full of soldiers sped towards the airport.
When Xue Yue and others arrived at the airport in the southern suburbs of Changsha City, they happened to see the last few stubby and ugly P47 Thunder fighter jets aiming at the runway and slowly landing, and finally taxied on the runway. At this time, the truck
The officers of the US military advisory group got out of their cars one after another and started talking about the dozens of Stuka and Thunder fighters lined up on both sides of the runway.
A U.S. military lieutenant pointed forward and said: "Oh, Jim, look at it, is this the Stuka bomber that the Germans made so famous in the Battle of Poland? Its shape is really weird!"
But his companion curled his lips: "I don't think so, I think it's quite cool. It's really weird to say that these fighter jets look really weird. Oh God, I just can't stand it anymore, it's so ugly.
! It’s really hard for me to imagine that its designers were all drunk when designing this fighter jet?”
"I can't believe that the plane that defeated the Japanese just now turned out to be such an ugly thing."
While everyone was talking, hundreds of ground staff at the airport were busy conducting preliminary inspections of the newly landed fighter planes. Oil tankers and ammunition trucks also drove over to prepare for refueling and loading ammunition for these big guys.
At this time, a tall and thin middle-aged man wearing a flight jacket was walking towards Xue Yue and Hurley who had just got out of the car. Behind him were several pilots wearing the same clothes.
Xue Yue also noticed the pilots walking towards him as usual, and responded with a smile. The middle-aged man in the leader walked up to Xue Yue, saluted loudly and said loudly: "Report to Commander Xue, National Revolution
Liang Siyou, commander of the 5th Flying Regiment of the 2nd Air Division of the 7th Army Group, has been ordered to report. Please give us your instructions!"
"Take a break!"
Xue Yue nodded with satisfaction and returned the salute before taking off his white gloves. He stretched out his right hand towards Liang Siqi and said: "Okay... okay! Captain Liang, you came too timely. The battle in Changsha has now reached a critical moment."
At this critical moment, the Japanese relied on their aircraft, artillery and tanks to bombard our positions indiscriminately every day. There were countless soldiers and civilians who died tragically under the Japanese tanks and aircraft every day. You are here, and our ninth theater also
Then we will have the strength to compete with them.”
"Yes, you guys borrowed it from Commander Su at the cost of two factories and hundreds of thousands of gallons of diesel. You can't embarrass your Commander Su!"
Hurley on the side also spoke. This guy has a typical American character. As long as he has a little credit that is as big as a mung bean, he can blow it up into a watermelon. What's more, he is in the middle of the arrival of the two squadrons today.
It took a lot of effort, and even cost 300,000 gallons of diesel per month and a large cement plant and a steel plant. How could it be done without blowing hard? Otherwise, Commander Xue next to him would have thought that these two
The squadron's fighter planes were all blown by strong winds.
After hearing Hurley's words, Liang Siyou shook hands with Xue Yue without changing his expression, but a thoughtful look flashed in Xue Yue's eyes before he took his hand back.
Some officers from the American observation group also gathered around. An officer wearing a blue military uniform came over and muttered a few words to Liang Simyou curiously. However, Liang Siyou stared and turned around.
He turned to a pilot next to him and asked: "Liangzi, your bird language is pretty good. Can you tell me what this Yankee is talking about?"
Before the companion could speak, an interpreter came over quickly and said: "Colonel Liang, I am Liang Hongguang, the interpreter of the observation group. The officer who just spoke to you is Captain Jim of the US Air Force. He just wanted to ask you, what are you doing?"
What's the name of the plane you're flying? Which designer designed it?"
"Um!"
At this time, everyone was stunned. They didn't expect that the American asked this question.
The translator then said: "By the way, Captain Jim would also like to ask, he would be honored if you could let him try to fly this aircraft."
"What?"
At this time, even Xue Yue frowned. This American was really rude. He asked to fly someone else's new fighter jet. Doesn't he know what it means to avoid suspicion?
Sure enough, Liang Siyou frowned and quickly replied: "Unfortunately, Captain Jim, this aircraft is a new fighter aircraft for our group army. Without the permission of our superior department, please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request."
Captain Jim shrugged: "Oh, that's a pity. Please understand, I'm also a pilot. You also know that a pilot's love for new fighters is unstoppable, right?"
Hearing this, Liang Siyou's expression softened a little, "I can understand your mood, but an order is an order, and I cannot disobey it."
Hearing this, Xue Yue quickly stood up and said: "Okay, Captain Liang, you have just arrived and you must be tired. Let's go inside to rest and have a meal first. Maybe there will be some place where you can be used in the afternoon."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the restaurant next to the airport.
Looking at Xue Yue walking in front, Jim walked to Hurley and whispered: "Sir, I can be sure that this is a very good aircraft, which is definitely better than the most advanced fighter aircraft in the United States of America. If