"I think the Japanese army who survived this time will leave a shadow in their hearts in the future." Chen Honglu continued to bomb in the sky without any burden, thinking that Jiang Li was really a loser. If it were the young marshals in the past, he would never have let the air force waste it. However, it would be fucking to fight like this. Unfortunately, it was only possible to carry out probability bombing at this time, and there was no way to achieve accuracy. Otherwise, if these Japanese soldiers were beautiful, even so, it would be enough for the Japanese army below to have a drink.

If we talk about the entire Fengtian Battle, no one could be easier than pilots like Chen Honglu in the early stage. Without natural enemies and without Japanese, Fengtian's planes could gallop over the Japanese army.

None of the Japanese troops had expected that the Fengtian defenders would launch such a fierce attack.

But at this time, Jiang Li had already chosen the area where the Japanese army was most concentrated as a breakthrough point, not to fill it with human lives, but to use planes and cannons to blow out a path.

Perhaps it is unimaginable to kill and capture tens of thousands of Japanese troops at this time, but in terms of local wars alone, the 7th Brigade occupied almost all the advantages in the Kwantung Army and the 7th Brigade. Local operations were relatively free of artillery shells and the assistance of the air force. At this time, the Fengtian defenders had an absolute advantage. In the Battle of Shanghai in history, the Japanese army also had an overwhelming advantage in artillery and aviation. Under the overwhelming bombing, the National Army threw one division after another every day, and some of the entire divisions died half in less than three hours. When the bomb rain on the battlefield reached a certain saturation, it was not excessive to call it a flesh-and-blood melting furnace, but at present, this situation was reversed.

Different batches of bombings were bombed continuously, and artillery fire was continuously fired. The Japanese army could survive on the positions, and even six or seven unactivated artillery were burned under this indiscriminate attack. For other Japanese troops, this integrated air-ground strike could also play a great deterrent role. At least before the 39th Mixed Brigade arrived, these Japanese troops did not think they could have the strength to defeat the Fengtian defenders. This time, Fengtian defeated not only military, but also morale that the entire Kwantung Army was ruthlessly knocked to the bottom of the valley.

The entire southeast bank of Hunhe River set off a craze of steel after a craze. When the big feet of seven or eight thousand soldiers stepped on this bloody battlefield, the battle of tens of thousands was relatively perfect, which shocked the great powers and humiliated the Japanese invasion.

Regardless of whether Honjo Shiba is willing to accept it or not,

At this time, the main force of the Kwantung Army had been defeated on the front, and the soldiers of the 2nd Provincial Defense Brigade could not withstand the test of tough battles, but the combat effectiveness of the battle at this time was no less than that of the 7th Brigade's elite. In the ratio of more than 2 to 1, facing a group of Japanese troops who were broken up and fled, they could not even be defeated in this situation, so they could not be called an army.

Death, a piece of dust rolled up again on the battlefield,

More than 500 cavalrymen rushed into the scattered Japanese army from the flanks, like a sharp knife, disrupting the already broken Japanese army. At this time, even if the Japanese army's will is tenacious and they want to re-form the formation to block the attack of the 7th Brigade, the surging cavalry would not give them this opportunity.

"Retreat, division commander, we are defeated." Shiro Ishida looked at the gray-faced Honhashizo and said crying. The Japanese corps commander and brigade commander had precedents of death on the Fengtian battlefield. If something happened to Honhashizo on the battlefield at this time, it would be no less than a slap in the face of the Japanese army. Even if he went back to seduce the stomach, it would be better than the result of dying here.

"It was defeated!" Ben Zhuang Wan smiled miserably, insisting that this was the result. Perhaps the imperial army rolling west behind would destroy all the resisters, but all this had nothing to do with him. The Kwantung Army was defeated head-on, and the entire Kwantung Army's main force would be wiped out in this battle. Even if it succeeded, it would belong to others. He was just a defeated general.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat, and the connection between the command headquarters and the local defenders was cut off in a violent explosion. Besides, the 7th Brigade army was under the brink of the border at this time, so don’t think of pulling the troops out intact. No matter what, it’s better to retreat first, and you have to reserve the last bit of face for the empire.

"Little Japan, let you jump again!" Zhou Dafu hated the Japanese to the core. Zhao Zhenfan was both a master and a father, and pulled him from an orphan.

But he died in the Japanese shelling. At this time, for Zhou Dafu,

Nothing is more important than taking revenge with Zhao Zhenfan, what about Nanjing,

Young Marshal, go to hell!

The long sword slashed down hard, and the eyes were filled with panic faces of the Japanese army. When facing death, or when facing other people's massacres, most people were panicked and helpless. The cavalry's role in the modern battlefield is getting smaller and smaller, and it has lost its combat effectiveness in the West. However, in the relatively backward East, especially in this case, the lethality of the cavalry can maximize the results of the 7th Brigade.

A few soldiers who wanted to resist stubbornly were attacked by hundreds of cavalrymen, either their heads were cut off or their arms were cut off. There was no intact corpse on the ground. They just wanted to be much better for the Japanese troops who had been torn to pieces by artillery bombs.

The Japanese army in front of Sujiatun was completely defeated

Jiang Li had no big fame for the remaining Japanese troops who fell in the encirclement on both wings. They were nothing more than a beating of airplanes and cannons. The same encirclement and annihilation battle had been fought once before, and they were only familiar with the soldiers of the 7th Brigade at this time.

Before he knew it, a war had already fought from sunrise to sunset, and Jiang Li's tense nerves also breathed a sigh of relief. It was the first time for Jiang Li to command large-scale military operations, and it was generally successful when the communication conditions were very poor.

"I'll leave the rest to you,

Damn, from the night of the 18th to now, I can finally have a comfortable sleep." Jiang Li yawned with a rare yawn.

"I thought the troop was a bad iron." Seeing Jiang Li's rare look of fatigue, Xiao Weiguo couldn't help but smile on his face, not to mention anything else, just by counting time, we can know that Jiang Li doesn't have much time to rest, unless he can sleep on the horse. Although he worked hard, he had at least two sleeps, so that the staff could withstand a few times. No matter how the Japanese army in North Korea reacted, the battle situation in Fengtian was temporarily stabilized. Xiao Weiguo also breathed a sigh of relief at this time. As for who can control so far in the future?
Chapter completed!