readx; The deputy commander of the 1st Battalion, who did not dare to let the army get too close, roared angrily and hooked the plate of the formal rifle, and a 7.62 mm bullet whistled and flew towards the Yue army who had rushed to 200 meters. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The officers and soldiers who heard the gunfire hooked the plate machine one after another, and in the sparse gunfire, 7.62 mm bullets rushed out.

The distance was too long, and the formation of the army was stretched very quickly, and the first round of shooting only splashed more than a dozen blood flowers in the formation of the army.

Seeing that the firepower of the Chinese defenders was so weak, the death squad that rushed to the front was in high spirits and accelerated again.

"Machine gun!"

The deputy commander of the 1st battalion roared anxiously while pulling the bolt.

More officers and men were dug out of the dugouts, and the fire became more and more intense, but all rifles were firing, and the few MP38 submachine guns were not needed because of the distance

"High-altitude bombing!" Takeda Yamato did not get carried away because the previous bombing had not been resisted.

The 28 Type 97 heavy bombers reorganized entered the bombing route from an altitude of 1,000 meters.

Nearly 100 kilograms of aerial bombs covered Taierzhuang, which did not have the slightest movement.

After a wave of "boom, boom, boom", tons of aerial bombs exploded all over Taierzhuang, huge fireballs wrapped in various fragments and rushed into the sky, and a violent shock wave hit all the obstacles with strong kinetic energy.

Trees were lit into huge torches, buildings that were not made of bluestone were collapsed by powerful explosions or shock waves, and in the clouds of smoke and dust, there was a crackling sound of crackling, and all the glass in the town shattered to the ground.

In the dusty sky, Di Xinghe, who was hiding in the air-raid shelter, wiped his eyes in embarrassment, and the bombers of the Chinese army were still bombing unscrupulously, and the anti-aircraft fire did not start at all.

After a few sneezes, an angry Dixing was about to burrow out of the underground bomb shelter. After being stopped by several staff officers and guards, he roared again and again: "Why don't you open fire?" ”

The first group of four Type 97 heavy bombers first dived down, and entered Taierzhuang at a low altitude of 400 meters at a low speed amid the huge roar of their engines. The twelve shooters in charge of these four areas were hooked the moment the huge voice of the Type 97 heavy bomber appeared in sight, "Da da da!" Huang Cancan's bullet shells rained down, and a group of three long tongues of fire pounced in front of the four Type 97 heavy bombers that were preparing to drop bombs from the left, front, and right directions.

Before the four bombardiers staring at the sight could press the button, they saw three orange flames rushing towards them from the smoke-filled ground.

"Circumvent!" The bombardier, whose face had changed drastically, screamed at the same time, and the index finger in his hand was still pressed the button.

It takes 0.02 seconds for the military pilot to make a judgment and give an order to his brain to react with both hands, and it takes 0.02 seconds for the longitudinal rod to change the flight state of the Type 97 heavy bomber.

Two experienced pilots chose to land sideways, which helped to reduce the area of the bomb, while the other two nervous pilots desperately pulled up their longitudinal poles to get out of the range of ground fire.

Amid the violent roar of the engines that had been increased to maximum power, the four Type 97 heavy bombers tried to change the direction of flight like frightened wild ducks according to the instinctive reaction of the pilots, but the huge fuselage still flew forward under the huge habitual surname.

It cannot but be said that the reaction speed of the pilots of the army was very timely, and the judgment they made was also remarkable, but each group of anti-aircraft fire of the fifth battalion of the fire was cross-fired, and there was a advance amount.

The Type 97 heavy bomber, which had just begun to turn around, plunged headlong into a dense rain of bullets. The two military pilots who had just pulled up the fuselage only heard a "knock knock!" on the belly of the plane. Three strings of 7.92mm light and heavy machine gun bullets easily shredded the skin of the Type 97 heavy bomber.

The subsequent 7.92mm bullet penetrated the seat and then burrowed into the buttocks of the co-pilot with the only remaining kinetic energy, and the stalled bullet rolled and crushed the fat fat, rich nerves, and hard bony disks.

In the heart-rending pain, the four military pilots who were tied to their seats with safety belts tilted their heads and fainted irresponsibly.

The two Type 97 heavy bombers, which had lost control, screamed and rolled to the ground. The low altitude did not leave a chance to skydive at all, and the crew members who struggled to unbuckle the safety belt were knocked off by the huge force of the impact before they could open the porthole.

"Boom!" In the sky-high fireball, the huge Type 97 heavy bomber turned into a sky full of fragments.

The other two Type 97 heavy bombers that landed on the side crossed fire, and the bombardier, who pressed the button to the end, dropped the last ten bombs in one go. The light fuselage quickly changed direction under the support of two military publishers, trying to turn into a large elevation angle.

While the other two air defense groups discovered the target, they also saw black bombs raining down on them.

If they had pounced on the solid wall at this time, there was still a slight chance that the six light and heavy machine gun crews would have survived, but the responsibility of the soldiers made them choose to open fire.

The muzzles of the guns were quickly adjusted according to the course of the two bombers, and six slender fire chains chased after the rapidly raised tail.

"Boom, boom!" In the dense explosion, huge fireballs wrapped in rubble and rubble rose into the air, and the buildings that were directly hit collapsed under the ultra-high pressure of the bombs, and the light and heavy machine gun teams were like fallen leaves in the wind, and people with guns were blown into the air.

The last two bombers with the throttle added to the end could not escape the rear-end fire of six Chinese light and heavy machine guns. The desperate blow of six Chinese light and heavy machine gun shooters successfully knocked down the balanced tails of two Type 97 heavy bombers.

Wing Commander Yamato Takeda of the 2nd Flying Wing of the 3rd Flying Division, which was on high alert at a distance, let the following bomber formations rise and leave the battlefield after the first two bombers were hit by sudden anti-aircraft fire from the ground.

Seeing the two bombers behind them dragging the smoke to the ground and turning into two large balls of brilliant fireworks, Takeda Yamato, whose whole face was twisted into a ball of anger, howled desperately towards the earphones: "The first and second squadrons will wipe out the anti-aircraft fire of the Chinese people!" ”

Sixteen Nakajima fighters who received the order swooped down from a high altitude with a terrifying scream.

More than 100 Chinese officers and soldiers desperately pulled the bolts of their guns, firing them at the slightest aim, and the 7.62 mm bullets that whistled out kept shouting "Hurray!" The officers and soldiers were knocked down.

However, the number of people was too small, and the firepower was weak, and it was simply impossible to stop the formation of the army that was deciding to make a decisive assault. The strings of blood splashed wantonly looked particularly bright in the sun, and the officers and soldiers who had been shot kept falling to the ground, and none of them stopped to help their comrades who were rolling in pain in a pool of blood.

The most fanatical militarists, with complete disregard for life, marched in a straggler formation to meet the bullets fired by the Chinese officers and soldiers. Led by the demonstration of the daredevils, although the officers and men fell one after another under the rain of bullets from the Chinese soldiers, the advance of the Yue army quickly approached 100 meters.

The detachments of light and heavy machine guns and grenadiers that followed up quickly unfolded, and the overwhelming rain of bullets swept away the Chinese officers and men who were shooting on the outcrops.

The deputy commander of the 1st Battalion, who hooked the MP38 submachine gun to the end, roared angrily while firing wildly, "Brothers, resist it, reinforcements are coming!" ”

Before the words fell, a vicious 6.5 mm bullet pierced his forehead, and in the blood mist, the deputy battalion commander, whose eyes were still wide open, slowly fell, and the needle of the MP38 submachine gun in his hand was still hitting crisply.

"Battalion commander!" The guard screamed and pounced, checked it slightly, and tearfully broke the index finger of the deputy battalion commander holding the board machine.

After changing into magazines, the guards roared and threw themselves on the wall of the trench and fired wildly at the approaching columns, and in the flames, 9 mm bullets shot out.

In order to fight the snipers of the Chinese defenders, Takero Kimura gathered more than a dozen marksmen of the 113th Wing. At this time, the group of marksmen lay on their stomachs a hundred meters away, and after resting their guns on the corpses of their companions, they calmly searched for their targets. With each crisp shot, the Chinese officers and soldiers who shot their heads in the anti-tank trenches were shot in the forehead without exception and fell.

The muzzle of a black hole was aimed at the guards who continued to shoot, and the sharpshooter who burst out of breath lightly hooked the machine, and a 6.6mm bullet came out of his chamber with a "bang", and the marksman who maintained an aiming posture clearly saw that the target's head suddenly burst open before pointing the muzzle at another target.

The squadron leader of the Yue Army, who led the death squad to charge, looked at the anti-tank trench whose firepower was getting weaker and weaker, and once again raised his command knife and said, "Kill"

Before the words could be cried out, a string of 7.92 mm bullets slammed into his chest, and time seemed to stand still, and the squadron leader felt that the string of bullets had shredded the organs in his body one by one.

The squadron leader, whose strength disappeared suddenly, fell forward in unbearable pain, and the command knife in his hand unconsciously propped up. The squadron leader, who was temporarily immobilized, was reluctant to stare at the anti-tank trenches where the fire suddenly became fierce.

After the death squad successfully reached a distance of more than 50 meters from the anti-tank trenches, two and a half companies of reinforcements led by Ma Debi arrived in time.

The Chinese officers and men who rushed into the anti-tank trenches stepped on the corpses of their fallen comrades and put the walls of the bloody trenches on the various gun mounts, and opened fierce fire, and the bullets rained down furiously towards the ranks of the Japanese army that were close at hand.

The unprepared soldiers fell one by one, and the follow-up officers and soldiers who were like a rain of bullets in the sky screamed and rushed up.

The light and heavy machine gunners, grenadiers, and sharpshooters of the army suppressed these sudden fires with more intense firepower. However, what made the battlefield commander of the Yue Army depressed was that a large number of the Chinese defenders' firepower points in the anti-tank trenches had been eliminated, but the firepower of the Chinese defenders became more and more fierce.

In the anti-tank trenches, Lao Hei led a steady stream of reinforcements from the traffic ditch.

Within a distance of 50 meters of death, the red-eyed battlefield commander forcibly launched a second assault.

Hordes of officers and soldiers, led by death squads, rushed to the anti-tank trenches like a tidal wave, but again and again they crashed into a blade made of a rain of hot metal steel.

Amid the incessant screams, the officers and soldiers who were splattered with bloody arrows fell in pieces as if they had been cut down by a lawnmower. However, the officers and men who followed continued to rush forward one after another.

The light and heavy machine gunners, grenadiers, and sharpshooters on the flanks and rear flanks desperately fired dense fire into the trenches, causing heavy casualties among the Chinese officers and men in the anti-tank trenches, and the entire trenches were filled with officers and men who had died in battle or were seriously wounded officers and men who were unable to fight again.

After two successive failed assaults, regardless of casualties, the commander of the battlefield in the rear had to order the surviving officers and men to lie down on the spot.

Finding that it was inconvenient to shoot while lying on the ground, the officers and men simply piled up the bodies of their companions as a chest wall of cover, mounted the Type 38 rifles and light and heavy machine guns, and launched fierce fire with the Chinese officers and men.

The distance of more than 50 meters is a death distance for the officers and men of both sides, and at this distance, the shooting accuracy of the shooters on both sides is terrifying.

Locust-like bullets staggered through the air and screamed and pounced on their respective targets.

Every hour, minced meat and black blood were splashed everywhere, and hundreds of bullets penetrated through the corpse wall, knocking down a famous officer and soldier and becoming a member of the corpse wall.

The grenadiers and sharpshooters also inflicted a large number of casualties on the Chinese officers and soldiers, and in the anti-tank trenches where flesh and shrapnel were flying, the medics often fell to the ground in the process of dragging the wounded.

"Retreat!"

The shooters who received the order not to fight hard with the fighters of the army took their light and heavy machine guns and retreated to the corner of the bluestone house.

The 16 Nakajima-type fighters that viciously pounced on them found that all those firing points had disappeared, and the pilots of the Japanese army, who had no force but no target, pressed the firing button one after another, and dozens of tongues of fire smashed the empty air defense positions they had discovered.

Takeda Yamato, who received the order, turned his head to look at the battlefield where the battle was raging, and the silence in Taierzhuang was restored, and it seemed that the people of China were hiding in the shadows again, and they could no longer let the precious heavy bombers be damaged.

At the moment, the order was, "The 1st and 2nd squadrons immediately support the infantry in combat, the bomber brigade bombs Taierzhuang at high altitude, and the 3rd squadron pays attention to vigilance!" ”

"Yes!" A series of headphones were in the middle, and the sky was full of machines that were quickly regrouped.

"Watch for secrecy!" In the second trench, Lai Weiying, who was closely watching the maneuver, quickly gave an order, and the companies that had been prepared for a long time entered the communication ditch and the anti-artillery holes in the trenches

Kei Seya, whose eyes could almost erupt flames, looked angrily at the hill-like corpse mountain in front of him, and the four captains of the army and a group of staff officers had obvious sadness on their faces, perhaps grieving the death of their comrades, or grieving for their own fate.

"Yaga!" Finding that the officers were depressed, Setani Kai scolded dissatisfiedly, and glared at the officers who were all hanging their heads with small eyes and said loudly: "These warriors are loyal to the emperor and the Great East Asian Holy War!" Be happy for them! ”

"Hello!" The officers straightened their chests, and the sadness on their faces was replaced by a fanaticism for militarism.

Smiling with satisfaction, Seya Kai turned his head to the deputy detachment leader Sakurai Yamato on the side and said, "Sakurai-kun, you are in charge of the formation and arrangement of the new warriors!" ”

Sakurai Yamato, who nodded, hurriedly arranged the team with the three new captains.

After being replenished again, the Seya Detachment of the Army was restored to its original establishment, but due to the attrition of a large number of elite combat squadrons, the actual combat effectiveness decreased a lot.

After Kei Seya returned to the headquarters, the chief of staff of the army, Mao Morishita, and Sanzo Kuwata talked on the phone: "Kuwata-kun, order Kimurabu to hold on!" ”

After putting down the microphone, Mao Morishita said helplessly, "Your Excellency, the firepower of the people in China is very fierce, and the shelling and bombardment just now have little effect!" ”

Shaking his head helplessly, before the war, he pointed out to the headquarters the problem of insufficient ammunition reserves, but unfortunately it did not attract the attention of the stubborn commander. Just now, the command called to say that the ammunition stocks were running out and the bomber group could not provide more support.

Seeing that Seya Kai didn't know what he was thinking, Mao Morishita let out a sigh and picked up a telescope to observe the bombing of Taierzhuang by the 2nd Flying Wing of the 3rd Flying Division.

The last 40 bombs weighing nearly 100 kilograms smashed into the burning Taierzhuang with a piercing whistling sound, and with a dull roar, the whole earth began to tremble violently as if a major earthquake had occurred.

Large clusters of red-black fireballs mixed with the smoke of gunpowder rolled open mushroom clouds one by one, and violent shockwaves swept through the burning buildings.

Plumes of dust rose from the collapsed houses and buried everything in the rubble of stones, and the flames were extinguished and then ignited by the flames that came with the shock wave. The entire Taierzhuang was surrounded by raging fires, and the scarlet fire soared into the sky.

The surviving anti-aircraft groups struggled to carry light and heavy machine guns through the flames and move towards the fortified bluestone buildings.

The twenty-four Type 97 heavy bombers that had completed the bombing disappeared into the northern sky with a low roar.

As far as the eye could see, the low brick structures were almost completely destroyed, and Goofy was relieved that the bluestone buildings that served as defensive nodes in the street battles were still standing in the smoke

"Captain Takeda, no one was found in the second trench!"

"Captain Takeda, can't attack the first trench!"

As soon as the longitudinal pole was pressed, the Takeda Yamato plane crossed the battlefield, the second trench under the porthole was very quiet, and the first trench was densely packed with Chinese officers and soldiers. The problem is that the distance between the officers and men of the two sides is too close to each other to carry out an effective attack.

Looking at the stalemate of the battle, Takeda Yamato's brows were furrowed, and according to observation, with the current strength, he could not break through the defense of the Chinese defenders at all.

If you continue to fight, it will only increase the casualties, thinking of this, Takeda Yamato connected to the command of the Seya detachment of the army.

"Your Excellency, Commander, I propose to temporarily stop the attack and completely destroy the fortifications of China by artillery!"

(To be continued)