Chapter 33 Horizontal Bombing

Style: Historical Author: Cats lack virtueWords: 2283Update Time: 24/01/12 02:18:54
For the same reason, for safety reasons, pilots will try to clear their bombs before landing.

After all, there is basically no danger when a fighter plane takes off with a bomb, but if an operation error occurs or something unexpected happens when landing, there is a high probability that the plane will be destroyed and people will be killed.

What's more, the current destination is the Great Plains, and the landing conditions provided by the Marine Regiment are very limited. Avoiding danger as much as possible is the basic quality of an ace pilot.

After hearing his captain's words, Fang Ziyi's face showed a bright smile.

"receive!"

"I knew that Team Wang still cared about me and would definitely not let me go in vain."

"Don't worry, if we can meet the Japanese, I will definitely let them taste twenty kilograms of melon."

After finishing speaking, the entire formation began to turn around and return under the leadership of the pilot aircraft.

Facts have proved that as long as you have enough intelligence and can grasp the enemy's starting point and destination, you can accurately find the Japanese armored units even in the vast plains.

In just fifteen minutes, the escort fighters locked onto the cavalry group pursuing the Eighth Theater.

After looking at the enemy visually, Captain Wang Hai picked up the communicator on the side and ordered:

"The Japanese troops are mainly cavalry and tanks. It is impossible to have large-scale air defense weapons. All fighter groups will lower their altitude to 1,500 meters."

"Bombardiers should not act rashly and wait for orders from the pilot aircraft before launching an attack. It doesn't matter if the bombing is not accurate. This is the first time we have tried horizontal bombing in actual combat. Everything is focused on accumulating experience."

"The action begins!"

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Time goes back five minutes to the pursuit troops stationed in Mongolia.

"Report to the commander, the search team found traces of the 35th Army three kilometers ahead. The distance between us and the enemy is gradually closing."

"In addition, the preserved fruit troops in Ningxia don't seem to have any intention of sending troops to respond. The intelligence department has not detected any connection between the two."

"Your Majesty Colonel! It seems that today is a good opportunity for us to wash away the shame of the entire cavalry group!"

As soon as these words came out, the nearby soldiers were like taking several tubes of chicken blood. Everyone wanted to rush forward and kill the remaining seven and a half troops.

Even co-captain Zentaro Kawasaki, who was known for his calmness in the past, could barely control his emotions.

It is worth mentioning that this old devil's appearance is very conspicuous in the crowd, and he actually has two different sabers on his waist.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood! Today I will kill the commander of the 35th Army with my own hands!"

"Notify the 71st Tank Regiment! Let the men of their armored forces speed up! Oil-burning tanks are not as fast as food-eating horses. What a bunch of resource-wasting fellow countrymen!"

"We have to catch up with the enemy before the sun sets today. We must not let them get into the desert in the southwest. I don't want to be forced to give up this pursuit."

"Hi!"

The reason why the Japanese were so excited was simple: the cavalry group stationed in Mongolia had a grudge against the 35th Army, and it was an unending feud.

As early as 1933, the 1st and 4th Cavalry Brigades of the Kwantung Army, which had not yet been assigned to the Mongolian Army, fought against the 59th Army in the Jehol area.

Only after the war did the Japanese realize that the Fifty-ninth Army was actually adapted from a division of the Thirty-fifth Army, and the two sides had a feud from then on.

After being assigned to the Mongolian Army, the fourth cavalry brigade was transferred to Jiangcheng to participate in the battle, resulting in a division-level unit with only a few thousand soldiers.

More than five thousand cavalry alone cannot defend the huge Suiyuan.

At that time, small groups of cavalry in the Eighth Theater came and went freely, often launching raids on Japanese strongholds built along the railway. Because of the air leaks throughout the defense zone, the cavalry group once became the laughing stock within the North China Front.

In December 1939, in order to prevent the Japanese troops from North China from moving south for support, the Eighth Theater did not hesitate to participate in the winter offensive of a multi-theater joint operation.

Among them, the 101st Division secretly sneaked along the northern foot of Wula Mountain and set up an ambush circle at the mountain pass in northern Baotou to call for reinforcements.

During that battle, the 14th Cavalry Regiment was ordered to support the headquarters of the Cavalry Group. His former commander, Kazuo Kobayashi, was shot to death with a heavy machine gun by troops ambushing him in the Eighth Theater on the road.

The Japanese commander who was posthumously promoted to major general was a good friend of Zentaro Kawasaki.

The old and new grudges and personal grievances were added together, and the old Japanese naturally wanted to destroy the remnants of the 35th Army with his own hands.

In this operation, in addition to the 14th Cavalry Regiment, there was also the 71st Tank Regiment transferred from the Kwantung Army to the cavalry group.

There is no group in the formation of the wing, and it is directly composed of four squadrons and logistics support units. Including the tanks of the headquarters, there are a total of thirty-one Type 97 medium tanks and twenty-one Type 95 light tanks.

Such a large-scale force shows the determination of the Mongolian army to eradicate the enemy.

As one order after another reached the ears of several captains, the entire cavalry regiment moved forward a little faster. As if he thought of something important, Zentaro Kawasaki called the communications soldier and said:

"Immediately draft a telegram of the current situation and send it to Lieutenant General Nishihara, and also ask when support from the Army Aviation will be in place."

"If we can have the guidance of a reconnaissance plane, our pursuit speed can definitely be improved to a higher level. Maybe we won't need those useless tanks that eat dry food."

Just when the old devil finished speaking, the hum of a piston engine suddenly sounded in the distant sky.

As a veteran who has been in the army for ten years, Zentaro Kawasaki naturally knew that a plane was approaching. He smiled immediately. No one expected that his reconnaissance plane would arrive so quickly.

Listening to the sound, it seems that there are quite a few coming.

"Signal Corps, please change the content of the telegram."

"Just report the situation. There is no need to ask about the Air Force matter."

"Hi!"

Suddenly, Zentaro Kawasaki realized that something seemed wrong.

The fleet of aircraft in the distance is lowering its altitude for some reason, and judging from the opponent's appearance, it seems to be a double-jet 97 heavy explosion.

"Why a bomber? Is it Lieutenant General Nishihara who is dissatisfied with our speed?"

Although Zentaro Kawasaki had some doubts in his heart, he did not think that the incoming aircraft was an enemy plane.

Empiricism kills people. After all, in everyone's impression, whether it is the Preserved Fruit or the Eighth Route Army Air Force that emerged some time ago, their aircraft types do not include twin-engine aircraft.

The confused old devil pulled the reins and stopped the horse, then took the telescope handed by the adjutant and looked at the sky.

Through the vision of the telescope, he saw twenty-four fighter planes flying in the sky, and their height and distance were getting closer and closer.

"Hey, where is the identification mark? Where has such a big sun gone?"

"Something's wrong. This plane doesn't look like the 97 Heavy Explosion. The wings seem to be shorter."

"Wait! Why is the magazine open? Baga! The plane is coming for us! Enemy attack! Disperse!"

Let me post a short one first, and then I’ll start another chapter after I wake up.

(End of chapter)