The Japanese transport plane that took off from Hainan Island is on its way and is expected to arrive at midnight.

Japanese paratroopers will again go beyond the training syllabus and carry out low-altitude night parachute missions, again in the mountains with uncertain wind speeds. Prior to this, all the night airborne landings of the army ended in failure, and not once did the paratroopers throw themselves within a 2-kilometer area of the predetermined position, but the stakes were so high that how could Sakagaki give up this card?

In fact, according to the gambler's thinking of the Japanese soldiers: since they have failed many times, then the next time will always succeed, so the Japanese army has not given up honing this new technology that is suitable for the Japanese army's sneak attack tactics, and they have specially established a training ground on Hainan Island for the southern terrain, improved the original training program and equipment, and did not hesitate to do so even if the training mortality rate is ten times that of virtue.

At several airports in northern Thailand, Chu Tingchang has gathered 50 transport planes of different types, although the number is still insufficient, but it cannot wait. After the transport plane took off with soldiers on board, it circled in the air, waiting for the U.S. B24 bombers to arrive and converge. Air formations at night are not an easy task. The B24 flew over the predetermined area, constantly dropping flares, instructing nearby transport planes to follow.

It was not until the bomber pilot heard the pilot of the transport plane on the radio and saw his call that he maintained an altitude and flew towards the approximate target area.

At this point, no one knows whether the Japanese army's plan really includes airborne, the farthest radar of the Allies is located in the mountains north of Laos, and the Japanese planes over the South China Sea cannot be seen at all, and even whether the red circles on the Japanese map are really airborne areas, everything is just a conjecture of Lin Xiuxuan (Atami's first communication, using simple secret words, can only judge that there is an action to start, but cannot know the content of the action).

At the moment when the transport planes on both sides were thinking about the approaching target. Two Japanese camouflaged tanks came to the flat ground 1.5 kilometers southwest of the bridge, and after the crew got out of the vehicle, they began to collect branches, ready to ignite and guide the airborne.

Soon the two crews had collected enough branches from the vicinity and stacked three stacks of firewood in the shape of a zigzag, but they were not in a hurry to pour gasoline on them and set them on fire, and had to wait for the commander's orders.

Lin Xiuxuan was a kilometer away, and through the thermal imager, he easily observed that the Japanese army there was doing a Huan. At this point, the fact that the enemy would use the airborne troops was basically confirmed, and he immediately conveyed to Zhang Long's platoon commander through the radio that the way the branches were placed in such a way that perhaps the enemy had agreed that the standard of fire must be an equilateral triangle as the final identification.

In addition, Lin Xiuxuan also reminded him that when the time comes, don't pity the gasoline, and you must burn it hard enough. Platoon Commander Zhang took out the last dozen liters of gasoline from the jeep and spilled it on the pyre, waiting for Lin's order.

At this time, Ma Qiang was still wandering around the commanding heights on the west side of the bridge, trying to find the enemy's * stacking place, and detonated those * with one shot, but unfortunately the steel girders of the bridge always formed a block, and it was impossible to see the whole picture of the enemy's deployment on the bridge.

Xu Chong, who searched by thermal equipment at the other end of the river, did not find an important target, but he found that the enemy constantly took out * bags with * inserted * from behind several tanks parked at the head of the bridge, and then passed them through ropes to the installers under the bridge, maybe they stacked * on the side of the tank and distributed it, but unfortunately it was not visible. He wanted to go around in a circle, but it would take at least fifteen minutes.

Lin Xiuxuan didn't wait for the gunshots to go off, realized that the sniper was not going well, and ordered Ma Qiang and Xu Chong to fire decisively even if they didn't find the * accumulation site, and stop the enemy from blowing up the bridge at all costs.

Ma Qiang aimed at the soldier hanging under the bridge and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced the soldier's chest, and the guy hung on without a struggle. The hand* fell into the river.

When the Japanese soldiers working on the bridge heard the gunshots, they all stopped and began to probe their brains around. These tank soldiers do not lack infantry combat experience, but it is now the middle of the night, and there is no moonlight at all. Most people don't think so.

A gunshot rang out from Xu Chong's side, and a commander standing on the tank tilted his body and fell into the tank, hoping that the other members of the tank would start the tank out of fear so that he could see what was behind, which he guessed might be * or something like an detonator.

At first glance at the gunfire from the bunker, Atami was pitch black and saw nothing. He guessed that it should be the bridge guard unit that had just been defeated, hiding nearby and firing black guns.

Xu Chong observed that the enemy tank he was concerned about, the infrared signature of the motive position was enhanced, and it was obviously about to start, and he waited patiently.

The tank finally began to start and seemed to be about to turn. Sure enough, I saw a small pile of things on the ground, and it was probably *. He had to risk being exposed by firing a tracer bullet. The ** used by the Japanese army is an easy to detonate *, which is not a problem.

He had an incendiary tracer round at his hand, so he unloaded the magazine as fast as he could, pulled the bolt, and stuffed the bullet into the chamber of the gun. The tank began to reverse, apparently making a U-turn at the cramped bridgehead. He fired decisively, and at least 20 Japanese on the bridge were looking at the gunfire, and this time they could clearly see an orange light flying from the hill not far away. Then the colossus at the head of the bridge, a tank was overturned by the explosion, directly crashed through the guardrail, and rolled into the river.

Only then did Atami realize that the matter was serious, although he didn't know how the enemy did it, and the enemy situation near the bridge should have been cleared. He quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted for the Qiaodong tank to come back. In any case, he had to blow up the bridge immediately, and by this time a part * had already been installed in the designated position, which, according to experts, was enough to blow up the bridge deck twice, and he felt that it was enough.

Ma Qiang and Xu Chong, who were hiding at the bridgeheads on both sides, began to fire free fire, shooting at the tank commanders who had no time to climb the bridge and had their heads leaking outside.

Soon, however, a Japanese tank began to turn its turret toward Xu Chong's position. Xu Chong hurriedly evacuated his position. The enemy's 37-mm shells arrived in an instant, and the gunner only remembered the approximate location of the tracer shell, and then fired a shot indiscriminately.

Xu Chong's transfer effort, Ma Qiang's side was not idle, he continued to shoot the enemy on the pillbox. He guessed that if there was a *, it might be near the bunker, but he didn't find it.

Without doing anything, he also switched to incendiary tracer bullets to hit the shooting hole of the pillbox, hoping to ignite the ammunition inside. The multi-storey bunkers guarded at the bridgehead of these bridges are of similar size, but they are actually a communication node that manages telephone lines, and the defense is not very good, the floor is all wooden, and ammunition is often stored on the first floor.

Captain Atami was looking out of the shooting hole in a panic, and as soon as he fired *, he hit the floor through the hole on the side of the hair, and then burst into flames. So he hurried out.

Ma Qiang's continuous shooting, no missing bullets, all into the shooting hole, some worked, some did not, in short, the bedding, fuel and ammunition piled up by the Chinese defenders were detonated. The ammunition inside the bunker crackled and began to explode, flying out like fireworks.

Unfortunately, the violent deflagration obscured Atami's infrared outline, allowing him to pick up a detonating wire at the door and roll towards the grass near the approach bridge. The Japanese tank crews had no experience in engineering operations, so they threw them on the side of the road and did not pile up a bunker, so on the contrary, the experienced Ma Qiang could not find it according to various signs.

Atami already knew the approximate location of the shooter, and he ran down the bridge, knowing that the priority was*. Ma Qiang's thermal imager finally recovered after a few seconds, and saw someone running with a line roller, and quickly turned the muzzle. It's a pity that the opponent is still hunched over his back when he runs diagonally, and it is difficult to calculate the amount of advance, and the side is still small. A shot went and landed behind Atami. Atami heard the ground crack behind him, so he quickly rolled on the spot, hid in the dead corner on the other side of the approach bridge, and then grabbed the detonator in the grass to connect the wires.

At this time, the Japanese tanks on the bridge were rapidly retreating to the west bank of the river, and after Xu Chong's continuous roll call, there were nearly ten corpses lying near the bridge, and many tank crews were already unsatisfied.

Atami cautiously poked his head out from behind the approach bridge, watched his tank coming, and seeing that the last one was about to cross the bridge, he quickly turned the detonator and pressed it down.

With a bang, a huge fireball rose in the middle of the bridge.

Lin Xiuxuan, who was rushing to this side, saw the flames from a distance, and was roughly relieved, he had been pretending to be an engineer captain for a few months, but he had learned something, it seemed that the main power of this directional blasting was wasted in the air, and it should have failed.

Both Xu Chong and Ma Qiang stopped shooting and began to wait for the smoke to clear, and from the thermal imager, through the smoke, there were some fires on the bridge, but the scope was not large, and it did not continue to spread. Atami, who was quickly returning to his tank through the smoke, also observed the bridge through the shooting hole in the observation window on one side. The fire on the bridge provided enough light.

When the smoke cleared, everyone saw that the bridge was still there, and although the road was broken and some places were on fire, there was not a planned ten-meter-wide fracture that ordinary sappers could not repair quickly.

"How so?" Atami was dumbfounded.

Before leaving, he had a drink with a friend who was an engineer in the Kwantung Army, and during the banquet he asked him about the demolition of the bridge, and he was told that it was far easier to blow up the bridge deck than to blow up the piers, and that the craftsmanship was good, 50 kilograms* was enough, and even a fool could do it, but today, he did not do it.

However, this is only a small setback, his tank is still the most powerful firepower in the area, as long as it is on the west bank, hold the bridge, and later there will be professional engineers with professional equipment and * fall, and it will not be too late to blow up again. In fact, when the plan was created, there was a plan not to blow up the bridge, a brigade-sized tank was not a joke, as long as the west bank of the river was held, the enemy could not pass, but later for the sake of insurance, the explosion part was added, and the tank crew also had a lot of complaints about this, because carrying extra * reduced the number of ammunition in the tank. Atami ordered the troops to spread along the riverbank, aiming the frontal armor and main guns at the opposite bank, leaving two squads to sweep and drive away the remnants of the hateful black guns.