On May 9, 1942, thirty kilometers north of the Daoqing Railway, the Japanese occupied the Xinxiang Military Airport.

Under the cover of night, more than a dozen elite soldiers with sturdy bodies marched non-stop between the fields and the forest.

When approaching the danger zone, the leader first raised his right hand to signal his comrades to hide in place, and then began to observe the target in front of him.

After making sure that his group was not at risk of being exposed, Duan Peng, the commander of the reconnaissance company, silently put down the telescope in his hand and whispered in a slightly mocking tone:

"Tsk, it seems that the little devils of the Twelfth Army are very cautious."

"This level of vigilance intensity is more than one grade stronger than that of Yuncheng Airport back then."

"It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, all skills are fists and legs. When the sun rises, I'm going to let them know what it's like to be easy to attack and defend! ”

It turns out that the enemy's IQ is still online.

Knowing that it has lost air supremacy, Xinxiang Airport has decisively implemented light control, and only retains part of the lighting function in the necessary places.

In addition, the devil also arranged a lot of secret sentinels. Combined with the nearby turrets and bunkers, it can basically ensure safety within three kilometers.

Hearing the comments of his company commander, the soldiers on the side nodded very approvingly.

"This time we brought two 120mm mortars, two 105mm howitzers and four self-propelled guns, which is enough to cover most of the airport."

"However, the barracks of the devil defenders are a little scattered, and there is a high probability that they will not be able to completely annihilate the enemy purely by long-range artillery bombardment."

After speaking, the soldier looked down at the map in his hand, and then used his pen to fill up an unmarked turret.

That's right, the 1st Marine Brigade had an intelligence advantage in this operation. To be precise, it was a map of the devil's deployment at Xinxiang Airport and the surrounding area.

After the fall of northern Henan, in order to speed up the pace of aggression, the North China Front simply occupied thousands of acres of cultivated land and drove the local people to complete the airport expansion work for them.

It is precisely because of the devils in the process of construction that they wantonly grasp the strong men to supplement the vacancies in the labor force.

The 1st Marine Brigade had the opportunity to gather enough information from the villagers, and even drew a map of the enemy's defense before the battle.

In a sense, this is not a failure to report, the time has not yet come.

In the process of communicating with Duan Peng and his deputy, the combat staff officers of his peers had already completely completed the defense map in their hands with the help of the vision provided by Xinghuo.

The artillery spotters on the side were not idle, they kept calculating on paper the next firing elements, striving to deal a devastating blow to the enemy at the first moment of the battle.

After the reconnaissance mission was over, Duan Peng and his party were divided into two routes.

A group of people stood by and continued to monitor the devils' every move. The other wave returned the same way and took the large army from the rear into the battlefield.

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Four hours later, five kilometers south of Xinxiang Airport.

As the sun was about to rise, four guns of various calibers were lined up one after the other. Directly behind the gun emplacements were boxes of neatly stacked shells.

The ability to transport these big guys to the battlefield is all thanks to armored tractors converted from M22 cicada tanks.

In addition to this, four Cicadas were converted into self-propelled guns. This small car carries the design style of the 105 howitzer, which has a bit of the feeling of the Lorraine 39 LAM in the world of blood bars.

Well.

Ugly is really ugly, but it is indeed a decent transitional weapon, which greatly strengthens the ability of the paratroopers to attack fortifications.

Maybe it's because of the shade of the woods, or maybe it's because of more than a year of stability. Until the artillery finished arranging their positions, the devils around the airport still did not realize that danger was coming.

After adjusting the last artillery, the artillery commander and Sun Desheng came to Li Yunlong's side and said:

"Brigade commander, comrades are ready, artillery support companies and combat combat units are ready to go into battle at any time, please instruct!"

As soon as these words came out, Li Yunlong looked down at his watch.

"There are still three minutes, and in three minutes we will open fire on time and try to end the battle within an hour."

According to the documents issued by infantry experts, the entire new military region will launch an offensive in three minutes, firing the first shot to regain the northern Henan region.

At that time, the devil's 35th Division and two brigades will be in a dilemma of being exhausted and fighting fires everywhere. With a serious shortage of troops, they were powerless to support even if they knew that Xinxiang Airport had been attacked.

That's the benefit of having someone to back you up.

There are large forces to attract firepower, and the 1st Marine Brigade does not need to be as reckless as VDV Superman.

After receiving the order from his superiors, Sun Desheng immediately returned to the side of the four self-propelled guns and told the soldiers of each crew:

"In the first round of shelling, the devils in the airport were definitely defenseless, and this was our best chance. Aim at the arsenals and barracks and try to deal a devastating blow to the enemy. ”

A similar situation is also playing out on the sidelines.

Taking into account the absence of forward observation posts, the artillery commander did not make any excessive demands on the two mortarmen, but only ordered them to pour fire as quickly as possible.

As for accuracy? That was the duty of the M1935B howitzer.

In the face of a large number of shells with a long range of accurate range, we will fight whatever you want?

Seeing that the time was approaching, Li Yunlong gave the order to attack to all the soldiers.

"Attention guns! You don't need to save ammunition, we can call it an airdrop after the fight! Smash the devil's turtle shell with a cannonball and force them out of the airport for an encounter! ”

"Artillery fire covers! The action begins! ”

Li Yunlong's rough voice made the eyes of the soldiers burn with a raging fighting spirit.

It's been a while since everyone got their hands on the three new weapons, but today is the first time they've been used in real combat, and everyone wants to have an addiction.

In the expectant eyes of the artillery support company and the fighter mobile company, the two commanders raised the red flag in their hands:

"All of them!"

"Put!"

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Eight guns fired a salvo, and a scorching wave of air swept across the position, and a puff of smoke and dust rose around the gun mount.

Such a spectacular scene was as if eight Chatillon 155s were crouching together, pouring fire on a stunned target in front of them.

"Reload! Go on! ”

Accompanied by the roar of the commander, the 120-mm heavy mortar did not hesitate to carry the long-lasting banner.

The two gunners took the shells handed over by the ammunition man, and the big babies stuffed the chambers again. The perfect action, like a thousand tempers, gives people a pleasing feeling.

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In Xinxiang Airport, the devils are busy.

"Quick! All ground crews in action! Hurry up and refuel the fighters in the hangar and hang up the bombs! ”

"The front line is urging! The Eighth Route Army launched an offensive in the area of Zhongtiao Mountain! Land Airlines must go now! Find out exactly how many troops the enemy has deployed! ”

After receiving the order from their superiors, a group of devils who were not very good at business quickly ran out of the barracks and began the preparation work in a chaotic manner.

Looking at the "colleague" in front of him like a headless fly, Lieutenant Ichiro Sasaki clenched his fists, obviously very dissatisfied with the speed of the scene.

But there was nothing he could do, who let the experienced ground crew basically die in the battle of Nakajo Mountain.

Now this group of people are all rookies who have not been baptized by war.

So what to do? Make do with it.

finally did a good job of psychological construction for himself, but the next scene still made Sasaki Ichiro completely break the defense, and he grabbed the collar of the ground crew and reprimanded loudly:

"Yaga! Why load a fighter with bombs! Do you want me to die on the battlefield? ”

"I repeat! Throughout the reconnaissance mission, everyone has to find ways to reduce their presence. Don't think about bombing enemy ground units, let alone low-altitude strafing! ”

"Otherwise, it will definitely attract retaliation from the Eighth Route Army Air Force! When the time comes, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people! ”

Just as Ichiro Sasaki was reprimanding his men and the ground crew, a familiar and unfamiliar whistling suddenly sounded from the south, causing them to look at the sky.

"What sound? Is it going to rain? ”

In northern Henan, there has been no major battle for a long time. The devils at Xinxiang Airport are even more exaggerated, and they haven't been on a mission for almost a year.

Away from the battlefield, they are all a lot sluggish.

Just as Ichiro Sasaki was trying to think about it and trying to remember, several black dots appeared in the sky in the distance.

"Shelling! Enemy attack! Disperse! ”

Unfortunately, it was too late. The speed of a human leg can not be compared with a cannonball.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Six 105mm grenades arrived in the target area first, and with six large fireballs in full bloom, the two barracks were reduced to powder in an instant.

One of the shells was even more lucky, and it plunged directly into the control tower of Xinxiang Airport, killing a few middle-level commanders.

Before the devils could react from this round of shelling, slower-flying mortar shells followed.

The smoke of gunpowder, which was even larger, once again enveloped the entire airport.

(End of chapter)