The wreckage of the two downed planes was burning on the Japs' position. Bullets exploded continuously, sparks flew out, and thick smoke shot straight into the sky. It could be seen dozens of kilometers away.
Below the Hurricane No. 214, which dived at a small angle, was a commanding height of the Japanese firepower. The geographical location was unique and heavy artillery could not penetrate. It was because of its existence that the Miki Regiment was able to persist until now.
The Japs concentrated their only ammunition on this commanding height, which posed a great threat to the attacking Chinese troops. If the Chinese soldiers wanted to attack this commanding height, they had to cross the trench. The Japs without ammunition hid behind the trench, looking for opportunities to attack the Chinese troops. The soldiers met hand to hand and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
The little Japanese's skill in fighting bayonets was already very good, and coupled with their desperate struggle, each one of them was extremely ferocious, like a trapped beast trying to fight, which frightened the Chinese soldiers who were sallow and thin and had not practiced hand-to-hand combat much.
Seeing Chinese fighter jets swooping down from the sky, the little devils who were determined not to waste bullets did not raise their guns and shoot, but looked for bunkers one after another.
The machine gun bullets of a fighter jet are limited. The little devil commander would rather kill a few more soldiers than retain the only ammunition to hold the position and wait for reinforcements.
When the No. 214 Night Battle Hurricane was still 300 meters away from the ground, the fighter planes recovered from the dive and fired several bursts of fire, which scared the little Japs into jumping into the trenches to avoid them.
Suddenly, there was a heavy downpour in the sky, which fell into the trenches where a large number of Japanese soldiers were hiding, and soaked many Japanese soldiers until they were soaked in water.
Something is wrong.
A little devil touched the raindrops on his head and hissed... How come the rain has a pungent smell... There's something wrong with the smell... Baga... it's gasoline...
The little devil was a little confused. How could there be gasoline falling from the sky?
They raised their heads and saw that wherever the Chinese fighter jet went in the sky, "heavy rain" fell on the belly and wings of the aircraft, shining with strange light in the sun and emitting a pungent smell.
Could it be that the fuel tank of this fighter jet was hit by our army and caused oil leakage?
Definitely.
Several little Japs cheered, and immediately, a large number of Japs also jumped for joy. They hated that the fighter jet suddenly appeared to interfere with them and ruined their great opportunity to break out. They just waited to see the fighter jet drain out of fuel and crash. , vent your anger well.
Suddenly, Night Battle Hurricane No. 214 opened its flaps, made a quick small-angle turn, and then flew back.
How is this going?
The cheering Japanese soldiers were suddenly stunned. A few seconds later, they vaguely knew that something terrible was about to happen.
A Japanese major was the first to react and shouted desperately: "Baga... hide quickly... the Chinese want to burn us to death..."
Looking at the Japanese major who was yelling desperately, a cruel sneer appeared at the corner of Zhou Zhihan's mouth. He turned the trigger switch, turned off the six machine guns and pressed the firing button. The two machine guns spurted out tongues of fire, tearing the Japanese major to pieces. At the same time, the gasoline that ignited his body was flying everywhere along with the body parts and rotten flesh, and ignited gasoline elsewhere.
"Buzz!"
After a terrifying sound, a fire dragon swam quickly in the trench, lighting up raging fires wherever it went, and then screams of crying fathers and mothers came one after another, like a ghost locked in hell and tormenting, which made people listen. I shuddered.
In an instant, this commanding height of the Japs turned into a purgatory on earth.
Seeing the little Japs rushing out of the burning trenches wailing and covered in fire, Zhou Zhihan had a hint of cruelty in his eyes: "This is to avenge the compatriots who suffered the Chongqing Tunnel Massacre..."
Just now, Zhou Zhihan used the system to fill up the fuel tank and auxiliary fuel tank of the fighter jet, circled around the Japs' commanding heights, and poured all the gasoline into the trench at low altitude. Although this was a bit cruel, it was not considered as dealing with the vicious jackal. Pass.
The night battle hurricane No. 214 turned the Japs' commanding heights into a sea of flames. They jumped up and climbed into the air, heading straight for the bridge between Jiutang and Batang.
The appearance of Hurricane No. 214 in the night battle instantly changed the unfavorable situation of the Chinese army. It drove away six Japanese fighter planes and turned the commanding heights that the Japanese relied on to defend into a sea of flames. The Chinese army instantly gained an absolute advantage.
When the No. 214 night battle hurricane lifted up and flew away, the regrouped Chinese heavy artillery launched another attack on the Japanese army. 150 mm caliber howitzers, mountain cannons, and combat anti-aircraft guns began to bombard the positions occupied by the Japanese army. In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and there was a huge explosion. The sound was mixed with the sharp whistling sound of the flying artillery shells, and they poured together on the positions occupied by the Japanese army, lifting debris, soil, branches, barbed wire, guns, and corpses into the sky together, falling, lifting, falling, smashing, and finally Turn into bloody mountains.
Zhou Zhihan turned around and looked down from the air. He saw the Japanese position shaking in the artillery fire. He could faintly feel the shock wave generated by each shell hitting it in the air.
Seeing Night Battle Hurricane No. 214 disappearing into the sky, division commander Qiu Qingquan shouted: "Adjutant Li!"
Adjutant Li, who was standing a few meters away, ran forward and said, "Teacher's seat!"
"Send me a telegram and ask the Commander-in-Chief of the Air Force, General Zhou Zhirou, who is the pilot flying fighter No. 214. He is one against six and has relieved our army of danger. He is our lucky star. We must reward him... What a genius... "
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Time goes back to an hour ago.
Masao Nakamura, commander of the 21st Brigade of the Fifth Division of the Japanese Army, leaned exhaustedly against a pine tree and gasped for air. There was white gauze wrapped around his mouth and eyes, looking like a zombie. His military uniform had many holes scratched by branches, his back was wrinkled, and his heavy riding boots were punctured by rocks.
An intelligence officer used the only remaining radio station to contact Lieutenant General Imamura Jun, the division commander in Nanning, and learned that six aircraft were assisting the Miki Regiment. If the supplies delivered by the aircraft could arrive on time, the Miki Regiment would be defeated. will not be annihilated by the Chinese army.
After hearing this, Nakamura Masao moved his tired body, took out the compass and map from his arms, and after a while, determined his location, which was at the entrance of the deep mountain canyon at the junction of Qitang and Batang.
Nakamura Masao raised his tired face and looked at the entrance of the valley ahead. There were bursts of rumbling gunfire in the distance. He judged that the gunfire should come from the Miki Regiment besieged in Jiutang.
Suddenly, Masao Nakamura stood up like a cheetah. His eyes were sharp, and the fatigue all over his body disappeared instantly. He looked at the entrance of the valley in front of him, squinted his eyes and watched for more than ten seconds, and said firmly to a commander beside him: "Order the troops to set off in five minutes. The source of the gunfire is the direction in which the troops are heading."
The colonel looked at Major General Masao Nakamura in surprise and dissuaded him: "General, if we enter the valley now, it will be late at night when we reach the cliff. In this barren mountain and wild ridge, if we are not careful, we will fall and be shattered to pieces. Soldiers also need to carry mountain artillery, Type 92 infantry artillery, mortars and various equipment. Moreover, there are many sick and wounded in the team who need help. Not to mention at night, even during the day, walking on this mountain road is very difficult. difficulty."
Nakamura Masao's eyes were firm: "Now, the Miki Regiment is making an all-out effort to break out with the cooperation of our fighter planes. The Chinese army will definitely send reinforcements. We must arrive at Jiutang for reinforcements before noon tomorrow, otherwise, the Miki Regiment's morale will collapse. Order the troops to crawl out of this canyon for me."
