The roar of the motor came from the gloomy sky, like countless flies buzzing in the ears. The sound became louder and louder, and all the Chinese soldiers raised their heads in the direction of the sound.
More than a dozen Japanese Air Force aircraft showed their ferocious faces from the clouds and dived towards the dilapidated Dingjia Bridge.
"It's a Japanese plane!" The shrill cry echoed over the Dingjiaqiao position, and panic spread like a plague.
Sitting, lying, injured, and uninjured people all began to run in panic. The originally depressed Chinese defenders suddenly became noisy and confused.
There were people running everywhere, some burrowing into the dilapidated houses, others jumping into the wet trenches like dumplings, and more people running around like headless flies, hoping to get far away.
Yes, flee far away.
They have seen the power of Japanese planes. The machine guns on the aircraft can cut people into sieves, and a bomb can kill a group of people. In the face of life and death, no one wants to die, everyone wants to avoid it.
"Get down! Get down! Don't run around!" an officer screamed miserably, but drowned in the roar of the motor, the running soldiers could not hear anything. They still ran beyond the place they thought was safe.
A soldier with an injured thigh fell down among the rubble, shouting in pain: "Please, take me away -"
But everyone is running in panic, avoiding the coming harvest of death. They, the Ni Bodhisattva, cannot save themselves when they cross the river, so how can they care about others.
There were also brave soldiers who raised their guns and fired at the Japanese plane whose pupils were constantly enlarging, and the crackling sound of gunfire rang out.
Facing the Chinese soldiers on the ground who were shooting with guns, the Japanese plane did not dodge and dived straight down, arrogant and arrogant.
"Get down! Get down!" Yang Ling was also shouting, pulling and kicking the soldiers running past him into the trench next to him. Looking at the Japanese plane getting closer and closer, he also jumped in
trenches.
Click, click, click - the first plane that swooped down spewed tongues of fire, firing out two rows of dense rain of bullets, splashing a stream of blood mist among the panicked running crowd. The blood mist continued along the trajectory, and finally hit the ground.
Towards the broken wall, two rows of transparent holes were left.
Another Japanese plane swooped down, its ballistic path extended, blood mist rose, and shrill screams rang out. Many soldiers who raised their guns to shoot on the ballistic path were hit, and their bodies suddenly felt like ears of wheat in the wind.
, shaking, spurting out large streams of blood.
Facing these steel monsters with ferocious faces, Chinese soldiers have a kind of innate fear. Many of them don't even know how to avoid them. They can only watch themselves being hit, and the mountains and rivers in their eyes lose their color and turn gray.
Li Tiezhu, the platoon leader of the Guangxi Army, stood upright amidst the smoke and the gray sky. Listening to the screams and wailing in his ears, he gritted his teeth and kept pulling the bolt and raising the gun to shoot, one after another.
Angry bullets hit the roaring monster.
A Japanese plane circled over Dingjiaqiao and then swooped down. The machine guns on both wings roared arrogantly again, and the ballistic trajectory extended in the blood mist, approaching Li Tiezhu who was standing there pulling the gun bolt.
Li Tiezhu's eyes were full of blood at this moment, and his ears were roaring. He only had hatred in his heart at this moment. He wanted to avenge his dead brothers and kill the little devil. He was completely unaware that the trajectory of the machine gun had already rushed towards him with flying flesh and blood.
towards him.
Yang Ling kept observing the trajectory of the Japs' machine guns and kept dodging. The Japs' planes were almost in a straight line when they dived, so the trajectories were also straight. As long as they avoided the trajectories, they could survive.
He saw Li Tiezhu standing there and shooting like a machine. Yang Ling also saw the trajectory of the bullets that rushed towards Li Tiezhu. He realized that something was wrong and flew towards Li Tiezhu. He rolled and Li Tiezhu fell into the trench. The dense bullets hit Li Tiezhu.
The ground was filled with smoke and dust, extending into the distance.
"You want to die!" Yang Ling roared at Li Tiezhu when he saw his face covered in mud.
Li Tiezhu was awakened by Yang Ling's loud roar. When he saw Yang Ling's dusty face, he burst into tears like a child.
The Japanese machine gun ran out of bullets and was circling. As the safety was released, bombs fell one after another and hit the Dingjiaqiao position.
Rumble——
A huge mushroom cloud rose, and the entire Dingjiaqiao position was plunged into a sea of smoke and fire. Violent explosions filled the entire space. The powerful air waves mixed with sharp explosions swept away the soldiers like wheat.
The stumps and broken arms flew into the sky, and a bloody rain fell from the sky. Debris and rubble fell from the sky, and then was washed up into the sky by the air waves.
Many broken walls that remained standing during the continuous fierce battles could no longer withstand the impact of the air waves. They collapsed with a rumble. Many soldiers lying on the ground were buried before they had time to react. The collapsed broken walls shocked
Smoke and dust filled the sky.
The bombing lasted maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes. By the time Yang Ling woke up, the roar of the Japanese planes had gone away, leaving only the Dingjiaqiao position that had been almost razed to the ground.
The smoke from the explosion rushed into his lungs along his mouth and nose. Yang Ling coughed violently and breathed through his mouth. It took a long time before he felt that he was alive again.
He stood up, and the floating soil on his body began to fall. Looking around, the entire Dingjiaqiao had been razed to the ground, and only the wounded soldiers who were still alive lay groaning in pain among the rubble.
"Cough cough cough - cough cough cough -" Lao Wang opened the wooden board that was hit on him. While spitting out the dirt in his mouth, he cursed that the little devil must die a good death. If he has the ability, he will come down with a real sword and a real gun.
Damn it, just throwing bombs in the sky is nothing!
The soldiers who were still alive were cursing. They were not afraid of death, but they just didn't want to be blown to death in such a useless way. Everyone was unkempt, and the dead were buried under the rubble, no longer alive.
"Battal Commander! Battalion Commander!" Someone shouted while holding an officer with a bloody face, and the officer who was shouting and lying down in hiding was silent now.
Yang Ling slammed the blown-up rifle in his hand into the muddy water of the trench, venting the anger in his heart. This was an asymmetrical war. No matter how brave and tenacious they were, no matter how many people died, what was the use?
!
"The devils are coming!" someone yelled, pointing in the distance.
The surviving soldiers looked around and saw that densely packed Japanese soldiers were rushing towards this direction in the east, with more than a dozen tanks mixed in among the Japanese soldiers.
"Brothers who can still move, prepare to fight!" The disgraced regimental leader limped into the trench.
The soldiers who were still alive did not bother to collect the wounded lying on the ground after the bombing, and picked up their guns to prepare for a new round of battle.
Facing the direction of the Gui army's counterattack, the Japanese's third division was also launching an attack. This was a collision of flesh and blood and steel cannons. This was also the most tragic and tragic scene on the Songhu battlefield.
After three days of desperate counterattack, the main force of the counterattacking Gui army was completely lost. Many battalions fell on the charging road, and more were scattered. In just a few days, six brigade commanders of the Gui army were killed in a tragic and tragic battle.