The battle of Jiaohe was useless for half an hour from the beginning of the shelling, and those Japanese troops were just a brigade, plus a puppet army with a very poor sense of battle, where could they stop the advance army like a wolf and a tiger?

The soldiers were angry at the inhumane use of poison gas bombs by the Japanese army, even if they did not see it with their own eyes, but Dong Ku demanded that the tragic situation of those poisoned soldiers and the fact that if most of the troops were not withdrawn in advance, the losses would still be more The process told the soldiers that they hated the Japanese army's inhumane massacre, coupled with the use of this inhumane weapon, so that the soldiers were holding back their strength in their hearts, and they wanted to end the lives of the Japanese soldiers in the fastest way, so that they would completely disappear from the world and no longer do evil.

The speed of the attack on Jiaohe was extremely fast, and when the soldiers rushed into the Japanese barracks, the only few Japanese soldiers in it did not even have a chance to resist, and they were quickly killed by the soldiers who cooperated with the three and three.

One of the soldiers glanced at the layout, saw the military map on the wall, and ripped it off, folded it and put it in his bag. Just as he was about to turn around, the phone on the desk rang.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.

A hoarse shout came from the phone immediately after: "I'm Major General Kawasaki, how is the battle?" ”

The soldier was a soldier trained by the island, he could not only understand Japanese, but also English and German, and when he heard the other party's shout, he asked calmly: "Your Excellency, the battle is still stalemate, the enemy is attacking very fiercely, I don't know how many troops are reinforced by Lu Dao, and where is it now?" ”

"The Yamamoto brigade is rushing to Jiaohe, and now it is still twenty-five kilometers away from Jiaohe, and the forward can be reached within an hour, hold on!!"

"Hayi! Rest assured, general, we will hold out until reinforcements arrive! ”

The warrior replied politely, and then hung up.

Put down the phone. He hurriedly reported the situation to his superiors.

In less than a minute, the news reached Junko, and Junko was amused when she heard it.

"The three teams of direct shipping obeyed the order, marched along the road from Jiaohe to Jilin, and intercepted the Japanese reinforcements!"

"The armored troops listened to the order and followed up with refuel. Heading for Jilin! ”

"The 136th Regiment listened to the order, stayed behind to clean up the battlefield, rectify order, and arrest traitors!"

Junko gave orders one by one.

The troops quickly formed in formation, and on the follow-up trucks, the fighters did not even have a chance to get out of the car, the battle was over, and they sat in the trucks and passed through the city, and they did not put a single shot. There are whispers in my heart.

However, when it came time to attack Jilin, they should be on board, after all, these places along the way are small.

When the battle was basically finalized, the helicopters had already landed to replenish ammunition and fuel, and after receiving orders, they took off one after another. Twisted up the snow and mist in the sky, whistling and rushing towards Jilin.

Tank units also quickly refueled. The self-propelled artillery moved forward first, following the tail of the helicopter brigade.

The reinforced Yasuda Yamamoto sat in the truck and tossed, he didn't know if he could arrive in time, according to his understanding, there was a high ground in the Jiaohe River, and it was not easy to attack. Don't take the high ground. The road under the mountain is within the range of the high ground, and it is difficult for tanks to pass, so one shot cannot be blown up, and two guns and three guns can always blow up the chain rail.

Just as he was shaking, figuring out how to defend Jiaohe. Suddenly, the convoy around the bend ahead was out of order. One by one, the trucks stopped, and then the sound of warning gunfire was heard in the distance.

"There's an ambush!!"

Yasuda Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, and he pulled out the command knife, and was just about to give an order, when suddenly, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his mouth was open.

He was horrified by the fiery tongue that came in the distance.

Enemy!!

Without thinking, he pulled the car door and jumped out of the truck, brandishing a command knife and shouting, "Machine gun!" Air defence!!! ”

As soon as his shout fell, the roar of the helicopter came to him.

The humming sound in the roar of the engine was like the reed flute blowing in death, the bullets whined in the wind, the screaming and screaming, and the Japanese soldiers on the trucks were all smashed in the carriages by the dense bullets before they could jump out of the car.

Fragments of windshield flew everywhere, blood mist and heat floated up, and before Yasuda Yamamoto's command knife could be pointed at the plane, a rain of bullets whistled and pounced, beating both of them into a sieve as he was knocked down by a soldier.

The helicopter cried all the way through the trees, the Vulcan cannon buzzed, the bullet casings rained down from the hatch, the smoke was blown behind, and quickly dissipated, leaving behind the blood red and steaming in the ground.

The attack planes flew away first, but did not fire machine guns, but the Vulcan artillery did not stop, and the buzzing first step sent the flesh and blood of the Japanese troops along the way flying.

Everywhere the plane passed, few Japanese soldiers stood, some fled to the roadside woods, and some got under the car, but without exception, no one resisted, shooting at the speeding helicopter, not to mention that it couldn't be hit, they were standing, and whether they had a chance to shoot or not was two different things.

The transport planes behind were tens of thousands of bullets, and a chain of bullets fired in front, and in the buzzing sound, the Japanese army did not have a chance to resist at all.

A Japanese soldier jumped out of the truck and ran wildly into the woods, trying to escape by burrowing into the woods. He ran hard, and suddenly, he felt his body clear, and his legs moved by inertia, and then, he fell to the ground. Look at him again, the upper body is to the abdomen, and the lower body itself is only half of the buttocks, and the rest of the body is like it has been cut, and the brush is gone.

He wailed in pain for a few moments, and the alcoholic blood passed quickly and was silent, leaving only his steaming body and the surrounding blood red.

The density and size of the bullets of the Vulcan cannon, tearing the human body is like playing, it is not a problem at all, only yo ah hit, Bi Bao's limbs are broken, and it is difficult to live.

Those Japanese soldiers who escaped under the truck, they were stupid countless people, seeing the left and right stumps and broken arms, seeing those who were missing their thighs and the lower half of their bodies wailing, they completely collapsed, either holding their heads and curling up under the car, enthusiasts, begging, or crawling out of the bottom of the car, running around on the blood-soaked snow without direction, and there was no howl in their mouths.

Of course, the pain of their collapse would not last long, and after a few steps, a rain of bullets flew and they became part of the red earth.

The bullet passed through the truck's large box from the side, basically not reaching the fuel tank, and rarely hitting the body. This is because the soldiers are unwilling to let these trucks be damaged, these trucks are repaired, modified or not are transportation capacity, it is better to keep them than to scrap them, or this bit of steel is not enough to transport trouble, I am afraid that it will be thrown in this ravine and rusted.

The attack aircraft went over the truck, did not find the tank, circled slightly, and turned back.

The infantry in the rear did not keep up, they were pulled by trucks at least three or four kilometers away, the attack planes did not find the tanks, their ammunition was not enough to deal with those dense infantry, this had to be left to the transport planes.

After receiving the call, the transport planes behind no longer looked for a single Japanese soldier who was running wildly, and roared straight to the rear of the brigade.

The marching Japanese troops heard the sound of the engines in front of them, and also heard the sound of gunfire, they did not expect that it would be an air attack by enemy aircraft, only as an encounter, they were attacked too few times, so the vigilance was not high, and it was this hesitant effort, the helicopter was scattered in the treetops and was very difficult to attack on both sides.

"Holy!!"

The first helicopter saw the Japanese troops lined up on the road, and excitedly increased the throttle.

"Come on, little devil!!"

At the door of the cabin, a soldier with a neck sleeve covering his face, shouted wildly, and tightened the trigger with his hand in the bucket.

Airplanes!

The Vulcan cannon roared suddenly, and before the Japanese troops could disperse in formation, they were hit bright red everywhere by a dense barrage of bullets.

The planes on the other side were not to be outdone, the newly replaced bullet chains twitched and jumped, the bullet casings rained down from the air, the treetops broke and broken, and the figures who were lying down quickly and standing slowly were all torn apart, and a bright red ribbon immediately appeared on the mountain road where they passed.

The planes swept by one after another, and the rain of bullets did not need to be accurate, and they had to rush to the rear of the line as fast as possible to prevent the Japanese troops from far away from seeing that they were fleeing into the mountains, and it was not easy to hunt and kill.

The helicopter that followed behind swept away the remaining survivors, their bullets raining down on the corpses that had turned them into minced flesh, and the fog drifted through the mountains of animals disemboweling blood.

Three or four kilometers, the helicopter swept by in a few seconds, and the Japanese troops did not even have a chance to dodge, and whether they were lying on the ground or rolling into a ditch, the density of the bullet rain did not allow them to dodge at all.

It's okay to say that the Japanese soldiers died, anyway, there was no pain, and those who were wounded, those who survived collapsed. Where is this fighting, this is slaughter, and there is no way to fight back, not even a chance to raise your hands and surrender.

At this moment, they regretted it, they regretted that they should not have invaded the land of China, they should not have had a doomed result, and they still stayed here in vain to defeat the advance army, how could they deal with such an air raid?

The soldiers in the helicopter didn't care what they were thinking, and for a minute or so, they fired from beginning to end, and then turned over, lowered the point of height, and the residual heat of the muzzle did not subside, searching for the living Japanese soldiers.

After a round search, the hatches closed one by one, and the soldiers took off their respirators and rubbed their cold hands.

Flying rapidly, although wearing electric heating clothes and wool jackets and cotton pants, it was still cold and cold. This forced the fighters to close the hatch to avoid freezing.

Looking at the ground again, the stumps and flesh everywhere were mixed with the blood-soaked snow, and it was estimated that before the trucks behind could catch up, the unbroken items on these corpses and guns were frozen into lumps of plasma.

"It's a pity ......"

One of the warriors looked at the ground through the porthole and muttered.

"No, if you don't burn it, you can only pick it off little by little......"

His sub-shooter also leaned on the porthole, staring down, echoed.

They were all extremely relaxed, without the excitement of a big war at all.

One brigade, tens of thousands of people! It didn't even take twenty minutes before and after, and it was slaughtered. If this is seen by the Japanese, it is estimated that this battle will not be necessary. It's so tragic, the on-board Vulcan cannon is a flying meat grinder. (To be continued......)