At dawn. Under the canopy of the Beitai railway station, a swarthy armored train is ready to go, at the front is a sharp shovel-shaped ramming angle that can clear the obstacles on the railway, the carriage is a square welded turret, the 57mm cannon and the Eric cannon are flattened, the power is boundless, the barrel of the machine gun stretches out like a hedgehog, this is the masterpiece of the railway workers, the vanguard of this campaign.

The steam locomotive was at the rear, pushing the battle part forward, Zhao Ziming was bare-chested, wearing a railway worker's hat, sounded the whistle, the locomotive spewed out a large cloud of smoke, the huge red crankshaft and wheels began to operate, and the attack began.

The Japanese army set up a machine gun position on the railway, and a Type 92 heavy machine gun was facing the north side of the Huaijiang Iron Bridge, and when the whistle on the opposite bank was heard, the whole squadron entered a state of imminent battle, and the soldiers lay on the ground full of dew, pulled the bolt and loaded, waiting for the enemy to appear.

A column of black monsters roared and rushed from the other side of the mist-shrouded iron bridge with overwhelming momentum, the Japanese machine gunners were in danger, the sub-shooter inserted the bullet protection plate into the supply port, and the heavy machine gun began to fire, the bullet hit the armor plate, splashing a cloud of sparks, useless.

The armored train opened fire, and a 57-mm high-explosive grenade exploded on the machine gun position, and immediately blood flew, and the machine guns also fell apart, and the Japanese troops opened fire one after another, and the squadron leader picked up the field phone: "Moxi Moxi, Okamoto Daisa, our army has been hit by strong firepower, ask for reinforcements!" ”

A string of machine shells came, the squadron leader broke into two on the spot, the phone was out of his hand, and the eager voice of Captain Okamoto came from the microphone: "How many enemies are there?" Talk back, talk back! ”

The armored train broke through the defense line of the squadron guarding the bridge, and all kinds of weapons swept wildly, and the Japanese corpses were scattered all over the field, followed by twenty Christie fast tanks, which passed through the iron bridge with murderous spirit, unfolded a battle formation, and ran over mercilessly.

At this time, the reinforcements sent by Captain Okamoto also arrived, and before encountering the tank, the heavy artillery on the opposite bank rewarded them with a blazing rain of bullets, the sharp shrapnel tore the soldiers' bodies, and the screams before the shells hit the ground were like the call of death, and some Japanese soldiers with grenades wanted to rush over and blow themselves up, but they were killed by the infantry who followed the tanks with hand-held machine guns.

The Japanese Type 92 infantry guns opened fire, and the 70-mm shells fell in the tank formation, which could not stop the charge in the slightest, and behind the tank array, there were dozens of armored vehicles and modified bulletproof cars, and nearly 100 engines roared together, plus the whistle of the train, the sound alone could frighten people.

The anti-tank guns of the wing hurriedly went into battle, and the 37mm guns still had some effect on the Christie tank, and after several shots in a row, a tank was finally hit and lay on its stomach, and the Japanese position was jubilant, but soon the anti-tank guns were blown up into the sky by tank guns.

In the pre-dawn darkness, there were machine gun fire snakes and orange muzzle flames everywhere, and Okamoto Osa seemed to feel that his identity was confused, and the attacking side was the Great Japanese Imperial Army, and he himself became a flesh and blood army against steel.

The composition of the Japanese army's firepower, infantry guns and heavy machine guns at long distances, rifles and light machine guns at close range, and the gap in the middle of the firepower was made up by grenadiers, which was very suitable and practical against the Chinese army, but in front of the North Thai army, which was armed to the teeth, it was simply vulnerable.

The situation was completely reversed, and the 45th Wing of the 6th Division, which had been prominent on the Songhu and Nanjing battlefields, was now forced to fill in with its lives to resist the frenzied attack of the Chinese and cover the retreat of the wing headquarters.

The wing is the largest combat unit of a single arm of the imperial army, the most sacred of the troops is the wing flag awarded by the emperor, every member will defend the wing flag with his life, when encountering the most dangerous situation, the flag bearer and flag guards can burn the wing flag, and must not let the flag fall into the hands of the enemy, because it is a great shame, the unit that captured the wing flag can only revoke the number.

Now, the flag of the 45th Wing will face this danger.

The soldiers desperately resisted the Shina people, and more than one person rushed to the tank without hesitation with grenades, but was swept down by the dense fire, and many comrades were killed, and the south bank became a Shura hell.

Okamoto Osa led a squadron to resist desperately, covering the retreat of the wing flag, and the radio kept asking for help from the rear, and suddenly there was a roar in the sky, and the Japanese soldiers suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the bastards of the air force finally came, and when they returned, they must be invited to drink sake.

At this time, the east has been white, and you can clearly see that the wings of the plane are not painted with the rising sun, but the blue sky and white sun!

Sixteen bombs fell on the position, destroying two infantry guns, killing dozens of soldiers, and the captain of the Okamoto wing was also overturned by the Gang and disgraced.

The fighters swooped down, fire snakes erupted from the wings, the Japanese fell to the ground like wheat harvesting, and the entire wing was divided into four parts, each fighting for itself, struggling to hold on, no one surrendered, even if they died, they had to hold on to the honor of the samurai.

This battle was really bad, in the face of the superior enemy, the imperial army's good at precision shooting and white-knuckle combat could not play an advantage, the soldiers who were divided and surrounded gasped, holding bayonets, a captain pulled out his sword and roared: "Eight Yalu, if you are a real man, don't hide behind the iron shell, come and fight me." ”

The answer to him was a string of bullets from a hand-held machine gun, on which it was explained that no prisoners should be taken prisoner, and it was strictly forbidden to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army.

The six Kawasaki Type 95II fighters arrived belatedly, black smoke billowed from the ground, and the pilots were talking and laughing: "I really can't do anything about the guys of the Sixth Division, we have already annihilated the enemy army, and we still need to finish it." ”

Suddenly, three enemy fighters came out of the back, and the pilots of the army aviation hurriedly drove full power to get rid of them, but they were bitten to death, and in a blink of an eye, they were knocked down two, and after a struggle, they were shot down two more, and the only two planes did not dare to fight, and they were hit by a Boeing 218 that came out of the clouds and exploded in the air, and neither of them escaped.

The army on the ground chasing the remnants of the enemy burst into cheers.

The work of cleaning up the battlefield is normally left to the militia groups, and the local armed forces in the eight townships on the south bank are the most fond of picking up foreign land. The little devil's leather shoes, belts, military uniforms, iron hats, water bottles, and lunch boxes are all their favorites, and they are basically collected except for the roaring crotch cloth.

A regimental man with three rifles on his back passed by the corpses of several little devils who were killed, and spat out disdainfully, these old people must have been hit by a bomb, the corpses were completely unformed, a lot of blood, and his good clothes were ruined, he was about to walk away, and suddenly found something, from the arms of a guy wearing a warrant officer's collar badge, he slowly pulled out a roll of things, and unfolded it, it was a flag, a rectangular sunburst flag, with a blue tassel, and Chinese characters written in the lower left corner: 45th Infantry Wing.

"The material is not bad, it's good to make a few urine rings for the baby." He grunted and tucked the Wing Flag into his arms.

The taste of the railway workers is much higher, the squadron guarding the bridge was defeated by them, and the spoils belong to them, and the train driver Zhao Ziming picked up a captain's knife, a Wang Ba box, and hung it on his body to show off his might, but he was ridiculed: "The ramming goods are only used with chicken legs, and the real men use box cannons, twenty shots!" ”

Zhao Ziming was annoyed and ashamed: "Wait, the master will get two fast and slow machines sooner or later, and I will kill you when the time comes." ”

The last Boeing 218 fighter landed at Beitai Airport, Chen Zikun jumped out of the cabin, and the ground crew immediately ran up, overhauled and repaired, refueled, and a person took a paint pen and added two aircraft logos to the fuselage, which is Chen Zikun's record of achievements.

Countless trophies were piled up on the square in front of the Beitai City Hall for people to visit, reporters from Wuhan and Chongqing were busy taking pictures, and eight prisoners sat in the middle with their heads hung down, like eggplants beaten by frost.

A major of the Mobile Police Brigade announced: In this battle, a wing of the Japanese army was completely annihilated, and only a dozen officers and men of our army were slightly wounded, and the victory was great!

The citizens rejoiced, the long-prepared lion dance team began to perform, firecrackers crackled, and Mayor Xiao began to award certificates and bonuses to the heroes of the battle.

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The real situation, only a few high-level people know, the annihilation of the Okamoto Wing, in fact, our army suffered a lot of casualties, more than 100 dead, more than 200 wounded, the loss of three tanks, 12 armored vehicles, but relatively speaking, it was still a big victory.

Wang Degui was very excited: "According to this way of playing, the little devil will die more or less, as long as there is enough food to eat, it will be no problem to keep it for three years and five years." ”

Gong Zijun, who was in charge of the wartime economy, said with a wry smile: "Director Wang, you are too optimistic, this style of play, in fact, will not last long, the tank will not be able to replenish if it is lost, and the shells will be fired less than one shot, do you know how much a 105 mm grenade costs?" ”

Wang Degui shook his head.

"Counting the freight, it is converted into a tael of gold and a hair, even if the family foundation is thick, it can't be tossed." Gong Zijun smiled bitterly.

"Obediently, this is a war, this is throwing money." Wang Degui was speechless.

Yan Su added: "There is also gasoline, which cannot be replenished, and the only thing we can be self-sufficient in is coal and ammunition for light weapons." ”

Wang Degui said: "What should I do when these valuable things are used up?" ”

Gong Zijun said: "What else can I do, the city is broken, people die, the same as Nanjing." ”

Chen Zikun made the final decision: "Isn't there still a gun and a bayonet, even if you fight to the last person, you can't give up Beitai to the Japanese." ”

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At the provincial brigade headquarters, Okamoto Daisa, who had a bandage on his head, was pumped by Major General Ushijima Mitsuru's face and still stood firm: "Hai! ”

"The team flags are lost, what face do you have to come back!"

"Hay, Your Excellency, I didn't disembowel, because it was necessary to report to you what happened on the battlefield!" Okamoto bowed his head suddenly, "After the report, I will disembowelment to thank the emperor." ”

Ushijima listened to Okamoto Osa tell the story of the battle on the south coast, and he still had a cold expression on his face, and his heart was indeed terrified, the people of China were so powerfully armed, and they coordinated so well, it seemed that even if the brigade was all pressed up, he might not be able to win.

"Prepare the plane, I will go to Shanghai to meet His Excellency General Shun Hata." Major General Ushijima picked up the phone and ordered.