Episode 47 The Legend of the Three Qins (5) was born

Liaoyang Princess Mansion, Xiang Xiaoqiang had a fever last night, and the fever subsided at noon on the 25th, he got up, ate some nutritious porridge from the kitchen, and then leaned back in his wheelchair and let Hu Jiong push himself to the center of the courtyard to breathe.

Based on previous experience with viral influenzas, this is only a temporary improvement, and the fever will take at least two days, followed by a prolonged cough. That's the current state of the fourteen grids. In addition, as a rule of thumb, the fever will temporarily decrease during the day, but at night, the fever will always return. So he had to seize the time of the day and come out to breathe. Otherwise, it's really like Fourteen Gege, lying in the room for a few days, it must be crazy.

When Hu Jiong pushed him through the front hall, he saw the telephone to Xiaoqiang. He suddenly wondered what was going on at the front. So he asked Hu Jiong to connect the phone to the command.

On the phone, he was fully informed of the changes in the battle situation that night and morning. Then, he received the latest information from him with a stomachache - the Longmen pontoon bridge has not been blown up yet, and the Taihang Mountain column is fighting fiercely with the garrison! What's even worse is that the air supremacy there is in the hands of others!

The importance of the pontoon bridge, even with Xiang Xiaoqiang's rusty and teased head, is understood when you think about it.

However, "the head is burned rusty and funny", this is Xiang Xiaoqiang's own opinion. What he doesn't know is that after a fever, the brain is equivalent to a "baptism", and it will be clearer and faster than usual.

"What?" Xiang Xiaoqiangqi said, "The only way for them is to let the Sixth Division speed up?" Nothing else? ”

Stomach ache on the other end of the phone said:

"Your Excellency...... So what's the solution? ”

"What about our planes?"

"My lord," he said with a stomachache and a mournful cry, "our nearest airport is Zhengzhou Airport, which is exactly three hundred kilometers from Longmen...... The Qing army airfield is only more than ninety kilometers from there......"

"So there's no way around it?"

"By the way, my lord, Gen Sheng said that he has ordered the Sixth Division to speed up its advance, and once it passes Tongguan, he will immediately let the engineer battalion choose a place to urgently build a field airfield, and if it is fast, it may be able to use ...... tomorrow morning."

Xiang Xiaoqiang almost turned his back on him:

"Tomorrow morning? Nonsense, if you can wait until tomorrow morning, it is better to continue to advance westward this afternoon and take Xianyang Airport! It's a regimental airfield, much better than a temporary field airfield! Don't say tomorrow morning, we'll see you tonight! Either we succeeded in entering Shanxi, or they closed the bridge gate and successfully prevented us from entering Shanxi! …… Guangwu's kid must be playing with his life to increase his troops in Shanxi! Damn, gantry pontoon...... This is about the question of who occupies Shanxi! ”

"Your Excellency...... That...... There is no other way than to let the vanguard of the Sixth Division speed up, ah......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang groaned for a while and confirmed:

"So, Zhengzhou to Longmen is more than 300 kilometers, so our fighters can't do anything?"

"Yes, sir."

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled very sinisterly, and just said:

"Commander Li is there, right? Ask him to answer the phone. ”

"Which Commander Lee?"

"Li Guoliang, commander of the Army Aviation."

"Ah...... It doesn't seem to be there, my lord, wait a minute, I'll ask a staff officer to look for it. ”

"Well, hurry up, find it and bring it back to me."

While going to find Li Guoliang with a stomachache, Xiang Xiaoqiang made another phone call to the People's Guard Equipment's Training Department. Then I took a long distance and called Sichuan Jiuselu Company.

As soon as he hung up the phone, the telephone rang again, and it was Li Gensheng who called from the high headquarters to report to him that the vanguard of the People's Guard had passed the Hangu Pass and was advancing towards Tongguan.

Then, Li Guoliang also took the phone. Xiang Xiaoqiang instructed him and asked him to order Zhengzhou Airport to prepare for a few "special guests".

After the arrangement was made, he looked at Xiaoqiang's watch, and it was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.

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At half past four o'clock in the afternoon, at the Longmen pontoon bridge, the guerrillas and the Qing garrison were in full swing. The Qing Jebe fighters dived and strafed one round after another, and at least two or three guerrillas were killed or seriously wounded at each round. More than a dozen fighters of this squadron took turns to go on the field, and when they ran out of fuel, they went back to refuel, and then flew over...... In the sky above the gantry pontoon, it is always possible to maintain 4-6 fighters with sufficient fuel.

Since the start of the war, the Qing Air Force has really raised its eyebrows and firmly grasped the air supremacy in its hands. Although the object of their majesty was only a few dozen guerrillas on the ground. These dozens of guerrillas not only did not have anti-aircraft weapons, but they also did not have enough ammunition, otherwise with their six light machine guns, they would not have been able to say that they would have shot down the planes, or at least they would have made these Qing pilots feel a serious threat.

There were only fifty partisans left to fight. And the Qing army that surrounded the dock has reached thousands of people. The fastest armored reconnaissance company of the Ming army had just arrived at the town of Qiachuan, 60 kilometers to the south, and it would take nearly two hours to arrive. As for the light tank battalion, mechanized infantry battalion and anti-aircraft company in the back, it will take at least three to four hours to arrive.

In the current situation, the guerrillas guarding the pontoon bridge would be wiped out before reinforcements arrived.

The attacking Qing army officers also understood that they were now rushing for time. It is necessary to take the pontoon bridge and blow it up within an hour or two, otherwise as soon as the Ming tanks come, the rotten troops on their side will scatter in a hurry.

Suddenly, in the sound of gunshots like fried beans, everyone heard a roar.

Suddenly all the people on earth understood something, and they all looked up to the heavens. In the distance to the northeast, there were already more than a dozen black aircraft silhouettes in the sky, which were already very close, and it was obvious that they were large twin-engine planes.

The gunfire on the ground gradually thinned out, and the people on both sides tilted their heads and looked at the big plane that was almost overhead, not knowing what it meant. But both sides knew they were definitely coming for the fight on the ground.

More than a dozen large planes flew low, and the sound was deafening. They roared and grazed overhead, followed by a sharp sound of piercing the air overhead, and watched as a string of bombs fell.

A series of earth-shaking explosions exploded on the pier, and then the smoke turned into water columns, and the bombs were thrown into the Yellow River.

Around the pontoon bridge, six or seven tall water columns suddenly rose one after another. The pontoon swayed from side to side in the waves.

On the guerrilla positions, corpses were strewn all over the field. More than a dozen large craters were covered with blood and stump entrails. Amid the smoke and smell of burnt paste, the screams were endless.

The guerrillas who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies shook the dirt off their heads and stared blankly in all directions. They suddenly found that there were less than twenty brothers still alive on the battlefield.

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The Qing troops on the opposite side kept cheering and throwing their hats at the bombers in the sky. Although there were dozens of people on their side who rushed too close and were killed by the bombs, their morale was still boosted the most.

This is the "Dark Cloud" bomber squadron sent by Guangwu from the north, and while supporting the battle at the pier, it is also trying to blow up the pontoon bridge.

Guangwu had not planned to send bombers. Because this kind of work should have been done by dive bombers, but the Qing army did not have dive bombers. Bombing such a pontoon bridge with a horizontal bomber is half the effort, and it is not necessarily possible to drop a single one in an afternoon. Supporting ground battles, that's even more uncertain, it is equivalent to covering the two sides with indiscriminate artillery fire, and it would be good to have a 1:1 exchange ratio.

But then Guangwu thought again, what about indiscriminate firepower coverage, what is the pity of those garrison divisions rotten troops. At this critical time, not to mention the garrison division, it is the Eight Banners Division, which should also be covered. It is true that morale is hit, but because of this, the pontoon bridge cannot be blown up and Shanxi is lost, so it is not that morale can be saved. A bombing killed hundreds of people, and the lives of a hundred Qing soldiers could be used to kill a hundred guerrillas, and the guerrillas were completely wiped out, while the Qing army still had several hundred, and they were still able to blow up the pontoon bridge.

He thought about it, and this was the best way. Therefore, the decree ordered the air force of the Beijing-Tianjin defense circle to send a squadron of dark cloud bombers to bomb the Longmen pontoon bridge and the dock area.

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Dock positions.

The dozen or so guerrillas who are still alive have entered their final tragic moment. Looking at the rising water columns on the Yellow River behind them, the pontoon bridges that swayed between the water columns, and the Qing soldiers shouting and rushing in front of them, more than a dozen guerrillas were not ready to live.

They narrowed their positions further and defended only a small part of the bridgehead. More than ten meters away, the Qing soldiers had already stepped on the corpses of the fallen soldiers, jumped into the crater, used the crater as a cover, and shot in this direction.

After a round of bombing, both sides had large bomb craters as cover, and the battle line was relatively fixed. The Qing soldiers had a crater, and they didn't like to rush forward very much.

More than a dozen guerrillas also squatted in the crater, carefully aiming and firing their guns, striving for guns and headshots.

At this point, even if they turn around and run on the pontoon bridge now, and try to cross the Yellow River to retreat to the other side, they will definitely not be able to run away from the long pontoon bridge. Now that the Qing army on the opposite side has pressed so closely, a dozen of them will be killed if they can't run half of them.

Each of them knew very well that he was going to die.

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"Brothers, why are you dumb? Sing! ”

One of the team members shouted.

More than a dozen team members responded suddenly, and a tragic and high-pitched battle song sounded on the battlefield again:

"We are all sharpshooters, every bullet kills an enemy! We're all flying ......."

"Woo————boom !!"

As soon as he sang the word "fly", he saw a large plane dragging flames and thick smoke, and fell on the position of the Qing army, raising huge fireballs and thick smoke. The bombs that didn't have time to be dropped exploded one after another, shaking the ground and engulfing dozens of Qing troops without exploding.

The partisans were stunned. The Qing soldiers on the opposite side were also stunned.

They all fell to the ground, then slowly raised their heads to look at the sky.

In the sky, there were already three planes dragging long smoke in several directions. Two were Jebe fighters and one was a Dark Cloud bomber. Immediately afterward, another dark cloud bomber caught fire and went down. A few seconds later, another Jebe fighter exploded in volley. The fireballs dispersed, and the fragments fell in scattered places, all burning and dragging smoke, like a blooming chrysanthemum, and like a holiday firework.

In the midst of this chaos, four monoplane fighters stand out. They don't seem to have been painted, their silvery-white all-metal fuselages glistening in the sun, and tongues of fire are constantly spewing on both sides, "jumping up and down" at a very fast speed, and they can take down a plane in a few seconds, which is like a tiger entering a flock.

At this time, both on earth and in heaven, everyone was stunned.

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"Kingfishers appear! Kingfisher appears!! …… Protect the bombers! Protect the bombers! ……… Yes!!! ”

On the radio in the sky, the Qing bomber pilots shouted in horror, while desperately pushing the control sticks and scattering to dodge. The screams of the pilots who were shot were incessant.

"They're slaughtering us!! Protect the bombers! Protect the bombers! What do you eat!! ”

The Jebe fighter pilots also scolded each other, their voices full of horror:

"You're blind! This is what your kingfisher looks like! This *** is not a kingfisher! ”

"Kingfisher is so fast!"

"Did you see that? Those planes didn't have a landing gear at all! ”

"The nose is still pointy!"

", where did they fly from? Such a big voyage! ”

"Xianyang Airport is lost?"

In a dark cloud bomber, the Qing army machine gunners watched the "silver fighter" on the opposite side flickering and rushing towards it, and several large white spots appeared on the glass, followed by a burst of heat on the chest and shoulders, and blood rushed out.

"Ah......h He screamed and rolled back into the cabin, howling and shouting, "Help...... Yes...... I saw the guy's face...... With a high nose bridge, he is a foreigner...... Old man ......"

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On the other channel, an older voice said nervously in stiff Chinese:

"Boys, protect your planes...... You can't make a mistake, you can't be shot down...... This combat test came a little earlier, but I didn't want them to fall into the hands of Beiqing as soon as they left the laboratory, especially this long-range model with auxiliary fuel tanks...... You guys, protect me, I'm just an engineer, and you guys are test pilots......"

Several other young voices laughed:

"Sir, don't worry......"

"I don't think it's necessary, I'll be able to kill them soon......

"Hahaha......"