diskusbooks Chapter 207 Cutting Wheat
Chapter 207 Cutting Wheat
The pilot pressed the joystick down, and the F6F Hellcat immediately dived down.
Keisuke Miura sneered as he watched the small black dot grow bigger and bigger, and pressed it down with his white-gloved hand.
More than a dozen anti-aircraft machine guns and six anti-aircraft guns began firing at Xu Gun's fighter plane.
"not good!"
While Xu Gun was maneuvering the plane to avoid the Japanese anti-aircraft barrage, he was concentrating on searching on the ground. Finally, he saw dozens of cannons through the camouflage net.
"Commander, we found it! Location D60!"
Lu Tianlong immediately asked someone to report the coordinates to Wang Huaibao of the artillery regiment.
"Xu Gun, I order you to return immediately!"
At this moment, Xu Gun also pulled the joystick upwards, exposing the huge belly of the plane to the Japanese bullets.
The F6F Hellcat suddenly shook violently. Xu rolled back and saw a palm-sized gap on the right wing. Even the dashboard in the cockpit was crackling with sparks.
"Commander, the fighter plane was hit and the right wing lost control!"
Xu rolled over and pressed the joystick to the right, but it felt so light that he obviously had lost control of the wing.
"If I can't return home, please tell my mother that I have done my best for my country!"
Lu Tianlong's knuckles had turned white from holding the intercom.
"Brother! All officers and soldiers of the Independent Column Aviation Division are waiting for your return!"
The sound in the frequency completely disappeared, leaving only crackling white noise.
Over Mount Lu, no matter how tough the F6F Hellcat was, it was still no match for the Japanese anti-aircraft weapons. The fighter planes were already flying precariously towards the north, trailing black smoke.
"Immediately request the military fortress command to search and rescue Xu Gun with all their strength! Quick!"
Lu Tianlong almost roared out these words. If it weren't for Xu Gun and Huang Rongfa, it would have been him, Lu Tianlong, who died heroically for his country!
He has money and is dead!
Li Yunlong, who was in the military fortress, saw that his fighter plane was about to crash, and immediately notified the local armed forces to launch a search and rescue operation.
"Damn it! Even if we fall into the Japanese-occupied area, we must rescue him! Bring Wang Chengzhu back to me!"
Wang Chengzhu, who was checking parameters at the artillery position, trotted to the artillery command to answer the phone.
"Commander, I am Wang Chengzhu of the artillery regiment. The artillery regiment is currently making final preparations and can begin shelling immediately!"
"Zhu Zi, the captain of the Second Flight Squadron, Xu Gun, who provided you with the coordinates, had his plane shot down by the enemy. His life or death is unknown. If you are men and brothers, you should beat him hard!"
"Yes!"
Wang Chengzhu hung up the phone and immediately ordered 60 105mm howitzers to lock onto the D60 area.
For artillery regiments whose firing parameters have already been calibrated, there is no need for calibration.
"Brothers, fight hard! Avenge our brothers in the aviation division!"
"Loading high-explosive shells! Three rounds of rapid fire!"
Half a minute later, 60 105mm howitzers fired 180 shells at the Japanese artillery positions that were being transferred, immediately destroying two-thirds of the artillery.
The Japanese simply stopped moving their positions and instead started a desperate fight, engaging in an artillery battle with the howitzer battalion in which the strength disparity was huge.
In less than ten minutes, the Japanese heavy artillery regiment was completely wiped out, and the artillery regiment also lost a 105 howitzer.
Without the suppression of artillery, the 500st Battalion of the st Regiment at Gaomiao Mountain also crawled out of the anti-artillery caves, dug out the light and heavy weapons buried in the soil, repaired the fortifications, and prepared to launch fire at the Japanese who were only meters away.
"Artillery Regiment, 500 meters in front of the Gaomiaoshan position, fire coverage!"
After clearing out the Japanese heavy artillery regiment, Wang Chengzhu began to project a torrent of metal onto the Gaomiaoshan position.
Bullets weighing dozens of kilograms one after another turned over the position in front of Gaomiao Mountain like plowing the land.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers all lay on the ground, not daring to stand up.
German Lieutenant Colonel Hans had just been taking pictures of dive bombers, and now he immediately started taking pictures of the positions in front of Gaomiao Mountain.
Through the telescope, Lieutenant Colonel Hans looked at the battlefield that had turned into a sea of fire, and a sense of fear arose from the bottom of his heart.
He now finally believed that the firepower of the independent column was not just Qing Sanpu's boasting, but real pieces of steel.
He watched helplessly as the Japanese soldiers and puppet troops were engulfed by flames, torn apart by shrapnel, and overturned by shock waves. In short, they all died in their own ways, but ultimately ended up in the same place.
"This firepower is no less than that of the Empire's howitzer group. Could it be that the Chinese army, which can't even afford Mauser rifles, is equipped with a howitzer battalion?"
At this time, Kenjiro Kei Miura had no intention of explaining or proving to Lieutenant Colonel Hans, but calmly pointed to the battlefield that was in flames.
"Lieutenant Colonel Hans, just use your camera to record it and take it back to show your stubborn German leader!"
After saying this, Kenjiro Keisuke threw Lieutenant Colonel Hans aside and began to call on the Second Flying Regiment to join the battle.
The Second Flying Regiment took off immediately, with a total of thirty Zero fighters and thirty light and heavy bombers.
Not long after the Second Flying Regiment took off, the independent column's radar and observation posts detected traces of enemy aircraft.
"Report to the headquarters, the Japanese aircraft fleet is expected to arrive in Pingshun and Changzhi in an hour!"
"Roger that!"
Air defense sirens resounded throughout the land. Military industrial fortresses and military fortresses immediately entered air defense status. Anti-aircraft guns removed their camouflage nets and gunners stared intently at the blue sky.
The remnants of the Jincheng Security Brigade and the 219th Infantry Regiment, at the cost of 100 casualties, successfully approached to meters in front of the Gaomiaoshan position.
The battalion commander of the 34st Battalion of the st Regiment at the Gaomiaoshan position picked up an MG general-purpose machine gun.
"Brothers, even if we fight to the last man, we cannot let a single enemy pass!"
"The man is at the position!"
Under the bombardment of the Japanese heavy artillery regiment, more than two hundred people of the first battalion have been killed, and now there are less than a thousand soldiers able to fight.
And there are more than three thousand enemies!
Zhang Dabiao looked at the bombed-out Gaomiaoshan position from the Niushan position on the flank and felt worried.
"Artillery Battalion! Your infantry artillery is weak. Create a no-man's land 100 meters in front of the Gaomiaoshan position and do your best to relieve the pressure on the first battalion!"
The 9 150mm infantry guns and 15 75mm infantry guns of the st artillery battalion roared and delivered several tons of ammunition to the Gaomiaoshan position.
At this time, Taiyong Takeuchi, with a sanitary napkin wrapped around his head, had already led the suicide squad to within fifty meters.
"beat!"
The light and heavy firepower of the first battalion opened fire at the same time, and the Japanese and puppet troops fell one after another like wheat being cut.
The light and heavy mortars of the first battalion also fired continuously. There was no need to aim at the swarming Japanese soldiers. They only needed to fire the shells and kill several of them.
Even with the support of the independent column artillery regiment and the first regiment artillery battalion, hundreds of Japanese soldiers rushed within ten meters, and even more than a dozen Japanese soldiers rushed into the trenches.
The soldiers of the first battalion used MP40 submachine guns and G43 rifles to drive the Japanese back, leaving behind a mountain of Japanese corpses.
Taiyong Takeuchi, who was shot in the left hand, fled back to Lushan with the remaining one thousand Japanese devils and puppet troops.
"General, I brought the stuff back!"