Chapter 146: The Counterattack in the Battle of Shanghai (III)

Looking down at the entire land from the plane, the ancient Songjiang County Town stands on this vast plain. However, Yokoji Oda soon noticed the bamboo forest in the southeast corner of the county town, which was the only place where ambush or air defense positions were possible.

"Honda, shoot this bamboo forest."

“Hayi.”

The wingman following Oda Yokoji quickly lowered the head of the machine and swept down towards the bamboo forest. As soon as he approached the bamboo forest, fire flashed on both sides of the machine head, and two fire ripples poured into the bamboo forest in an instant.

Wherever the bullet rain passed, the bamboo forest immediately moaned painfully. In the "Thunderbolt", broken branches and leaves fell like raindrops.

"Don't move, be careful to hide." Xue Gang, the new battalion commander of the fire battalion, shouted and quickly lay down. When the plane started to strafing that day, Xue Gang thought he had been discovered, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Neon Army plane had no clear target. The officers and soldiers passed one by one, and Xue Gang's orders were quickly transmitted to every officer and soldier in the fire battalion.

Oda, who was hovering at a high altitude, saw that there was nothing unusual in the bamboo forest after the strafing, but he was still a little worried. He lowered the head and dived into the bamboo forest again, and shot the bamboo forest horizontally again.

The 12.7mm bullet passed through the bamboo pole at the forest. While breaking the bamboo, the kinetic energy rushed to the ground covered with thick layers of bamboo leaves without diminishing. The route of Oda's strafing happened to pass through the air defense position. The dust caused by the rain of bullets was scattered, and several blood arrows splashed out. Six or seven soldiers lying on the strafing route were hit.

The wound as big as a fist was filled with blood, and white intestines emerged from the wound. In addition to the instantaneous death, two wounded soldiers were twitching in the pool of blood.

"No one can move, and you can't expose the target if you beat him to death." Xue Gang suppressed his grief and stopped several officers and soldiers who were about to rush towards the wounded. The orders accepted by the fire battalion were to lurk, and he must not open fire or expose the target before receiving the order.

The officers and soldiers watched with tears in their eyes as the two wounded gradually stopped twitching.

After firing from both sides and not finding any target, Oda then satisfactorily pulled the head of the plane and ordered: "The bomber formation will start bombing Songjiang County."

At the same time, the Mishidu position had already exploded. Four fighter jets were in front, and the fire-making of the airborne machine guns quickly skipped the frontier and second-line positions, splashing blood. The bombs of the four Type 97 heavy bombers followed closely behind were densely thrown into the trenches that were intertwined horizontally and vertically on the ground.

The power of bombing is far beyond the reach of artillery bombing. In the fireball soaring into the sky, the entire position seemed to jump up. The entire trench collapsed, and the anti-aircraft holes near the explosion point could not resist the bombing. They were razed to the ground at once. The soldiers who were hiding in the anti-aircraft holes were either blown into the air by the explosion air waves, or were torn into pieces by sharp shrapnel. In the anti-aircraft holes far away from the explosion point, the soldiers were lying on the ground with their heads holding their heads and trembling. At this time, no one knew whether the next bomb would explode on their heads.

"Yoxi, it's still the bomber of the empire." Tani Shouo looked at the other side of the bombing with a telescope, and couldn't help but sigh. At the same time, he was secretly blaming himself for underestimating the enemy too much before. If he had applied for the support of the Navy Air Force one day earlier, he might have stood on the Songjiang city tower at this time.

"Machine gun, machine gun, shoot down the Japanese plane for me." Wu Qian, who had just been dug out of the soil, yelled in anger.

"Dadada" soldiers used their flesh and blood as machine gun support, and several Czech light machine guns fired at the planes that were passing through the air.

But all this was futile. The Neon Army fighter jets soon discovered these small fire points emerging from the ground. The two fighter jets dived in two directions. In front of the airborne 12.7mm aircraft machine gun, the Czech style had no power to fight back. In an instant, several fires plowed through these simple air defense fire points and easily wiped out these small fire points.

The bombs kept exploding in the county town. Each explosion would shock the house and a layer of soil fell on the roof. The entire brigade of the 20th Independent Brigade was busy. Although some staff members were pale as the explosion approached, the brigade commander and the chief of staff did not move, and no one dared to leave at this time.

"Oh, brigade, Chief of Staff, why haven't you left yet? Go to the air-raid shelter and hide, gentlemen don't stand under the dangerous wall." Logistics director Zheng Huaishan hurried in. Seeing Chen Xiuwen and Qiao Zhen standing in front of the map, he immediately said in a hurry.

"I said, Lao Zheng, when did you learn literary talent?" Chen Xiuwen raised his head and said with a smile. Then he looked outside the house and laughed: "Don't worry, there are only four bombers in total. The Japanese's deterrence is greater than the bombing. I think their bombs are almost thrown out. By the way, have Chief Huang's command and brigade hospitals transferred?"

Since the Neon Army landed in Hangzhou Bay the day before yesterday, the people in the city have begun to transfer, and they have almost disappeared in two days. Because some Japanese were planned to be sent in, Huang Qixiang's command and brigade hospital were transferred to the relatively safe Xiguan.

"The wounded officer Huang's command post and the brigade hospital have all been transferred." Zheng Huaishan nodded quickly and replied, looking at Chen Xiuwen and said hesitantly: "It's just that Vice President Lin insisted on leading the rescue team and still stuck to the spot. Do you think you want Vice President Lin to take down too?"

Chen Xiuwen wrinkled slightly, pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said, "No need. Let the guard camp send a platoon to be responsible for the safety of the rescue team." Chen Xiuwen knew that according to Lin Jingyun's personality, it would be useless to even give orders.

After fifteen minutes of bombing, eight Type 97 heavy bombers finally cast all the bombs carried. Under the escort of six Zhongdao fighters, they circled and returned in the Songjiang County and Mishidu positions with thick smoke.

"Yoxi, order the artillery to fire and force the troops to attack." Tanisuo was very satisfied with the bombing effect. He stood at the front command center and personally issued an order to attack.

Six 105mm howitzers and twenty-four seven-five mountain cannons roared again, and a group of thirty rounds roared towards Mishidu's frontier positions.

Taking advantage of the end of the air strike, the soldiers of a battalion who entered the frontier position were all curled up in the incomplete frontier position trenches. Fortunately, the 20th Independent Brigade had widened and deepened the frontier position before handing over the position, otherwise it would have been useless in the air strike just now.

The scarlet fireball kept rising from front to back of the front positions, and the gravel raised hit the soldiers like raindrops. Compared to being torn apart by shrapnel ravaged by the trenches, the soldiers could only endure the pain and lie on the ground without daring to move.

A stone the size of a fist hit a recruit's back heavily. The severe pain made the recruit suck the air conditioner and couldn't help but stand up.

"You boy is desperate." A sergeant next to him roared and pressed him into the trench. At this time, a grenade exploded not far behind the trench. Splashing shrapnel roared over the heads of the recruits and inserted into the inner wall of the trench.

The recruit touched his head with lingering fear, and could not take into account the huge pain behind him. He pulled the sergeant next to him with gratitude: "Squad leader, thank you for saving me."

The sergeant turned around and glared at him, scolding, "Boy, be smart, don't lose your life."

The recruit company nodded and lay beside the sergeant, unable to help but ask again: "Squad leader, why do these Japanese shells always blow us up? The ones from the sky flew away, and the shells are coming again."

"This is the firepower preparation of the Japanese, which means they are about to cross the river. Boy, let's get off and keep your time to fight the Japanese later." The Northeast veteran who had fought with the Neon Army at the Great Wall said loudly to the new recruits' ears.

This Henan recruit who had just joined the army knew that he was about to fight the Japanese with real swords and spears. He held the Liao 13-Type 79 rifle in his hand tightly, and his breathing became rapid.

The Northeast veteran next to him felt the nervousness of the recruits, turned around and smiled at the recruits, "Don't be afraid, the Japanese also carried their heads on both shoulders. When the bullets hit them, they could still get a hole in them. There is nothing scary."

Seeing the squad leader's expression calmly, the recruit swallowed his saliva and asked a question he had wanted to ask long ago: "Squad leader, why are you not afraid of the Japanese shells at all?"

"I'm afraid that it's useless. As long as you hide your head and don't move while lying down. As long as the shells don't fall directly into the trenches, it's hard to hurt people. The more you panic you want to escape and hide, the faster you will die. Do you understand?" The veteran from Northeast China said with some disdain and said.

The recruit nodded blankly. In fact, he was still thinking in his mind what would happen if the shells really fell into the trench?

A shrill scream came from the air. Before the recruits could react, the veteran pressed him to the ground again.

Several shells exploded not far from around them. One of the 105mm grenades fell into the trench less than twenty meters away from them and exploded. In an instant, more than a dozen soldiers near the explosion site were thrown into the air in the scarlet fireball. Before they could scream, they were torn into pieces by countless sharp shrapnel, blood rain, body fragments, internal organs, and guns twisted into twists by powerful shock waves.

The new recruit, who was shocked by the shock wave, felt nauseous when he saw this, but before he could spray out the vomit that had already reached his throat, he felt that the back of his neck was caught and picked it up. The roar of the Northeast veteran sounded in his ears: "Boy, get up quickly, the Japanese are about to rush to the shore."

The vomit in his throat was swallowed again, and even choked on the trachea. After a violent cough, the recruits discovered that the Japanese artillery fire had begun to extend. The trenches were filled with the sound of veterans urging the recruits: "Get up quickly, the Japanese are coming."

The recruits carefully poked their heads out and looked out. The river surface was filled with small boats filled with Japanese ferry. The wooden boats rushing in front were almost approaching the shore.

The gunshots sounded instantly, and more than 300 soldiers who survived the artillery fire got up from the gravel of floating soil, picked up the Liao 13-Type 79 rifle unique to the Northeast Army in their hands, and opened fire at the Japanese on the river.

At this time, dozens of Type 92 heavy machine guns responsible for covering the other side suddenly spit out the tongue of life to the front positions, and flew over the heads of Northeast Army soldiers. More than a dozen recruits with slightly higher heads screamed and fell into the trenches almost at the same time. All of them were shot in the heads, and the red and white mixture flowed all over the trenches. Seeing that their companions died tragically, many recruits with no combat experience shrank in the trenches, some shivered and some vomited.

"Get up, get up." The officers who were traveling through the trenches were waving their pistols, constantly pulling the recruits up from the ground.

The equipment of the Northeast Army was simply incomparable to the 20th Independent Brigade. One of their battalions had only two poor heavy machine guns, and before they could finish a single bullet link, they were successively destroyed by the accurate grenade launchers of the Japanese on the other side.

Wu Qian stood in the bunker of the frontier command post, and saw the soldiers in the frontier position falling down in the telescope by the heavy machine guns on the other side. His eyelids twitched. But at this time, the wooden boats rushing to the frontier position had already rushed to the mudflats. The Japanese on the boat howled and rushed up to the frontier position. He could only grit his teeth and ordered the commander of the Forward Regiment beside him: "Transfer your Second Battalion to reinforce the First Battalion."

The commander of the Forward Regiment saw that he had lost hundreds of brothers in less than ten minutes after he sent to a battalion in front of the front position, and jumped with heartache: "Brigate, let the mortar company suppress the machine gun position of the Japanese on the other side of the shore. The brothers' casualties are too great."

"No, it's not the time yet. Hurry up and put the second camp sign on and must not let the Japanese rush up." Wu Qian ordered loudly with a dark face.

The 319th Brigade had only one mortar company equipped with six mortars. Wu Qian knew very well that as long as his mortar fired, he would definitely be devastatingly hit by heavy artillery from the other side of the neon army.

The vanguard commander looked at Wu Qian blankly. When he saw the brigade commander's decisive look, he had to stomp his feet and shout loudly: "Yes." He turned around and ran out of the frontier command post's cover.

The chief of staff on the side was also a little reluctant, and walked to Wu Qian and suggested, "I think it's still the same as the voyage."

Before the Chief of Staff finished speaking, Wu Qian waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "The order we received was to defend the Mishidu defense line for one day. A regiment of the 20th Independent Brigade can hold the position for a day and a night. Our 319th Brigade must also be defended, and we must not smear the face of our Northeast Army. If the order continues, the officers and soldiers in the frontline positions who are seriously injured and lose their combat ability can retreat, and the rest dare to take one step back and shoot them on the spot."
Chapter completed!