puff! Poof!
In a nearly crazy shooting battle, the squad leader of the third platoon of the mixed company was shot three times. The bullets penetrated his body, and bright red blood sprayed on the hot ground behind him.
The squad leader vomited blood, and the hatred and anger in his eyes locked on the Japanese pilot Kojima who was still laughing.
He has already fired the last bullet, and the result can only be known after two seconds.
He wants the bullets to fly for a while...
Ding ding ding! ...Bang! puff! ...
A miracle happened. Just 1.8 seconds later, several bullets crossed a distance of more than 1,200 meters and hit the aircraft engine.
The engine smoked and stopped, and then two bullets hit the propeller of the Japanese plane head-on. The propeller was broken after being hit, and the third bullet passed through the gap in the broken propeller.
The bullet penetrated the front windshield of the cockpit and hit Kojima in the middle of the forehead.
Kojima's eyes stared, as if it was hard to believe that this was true. But that stray bullet shot into his head as if it had an eye.
Xiaodao gradually lost consciousness. The plane lost control and hit head-on 200 meters away from Yushan, causing a violent explosion.
A squad leader witnessed the explosion with his own eyes. Because the explosion was less than fifty meters away from him.
The heat wave hit, and the squad leader slowly fell down, showing a satisfied smile.
"Monitor! Monitor!"
At this time, ordinary soldiers were calling and running...
The squad leader heard it, but he couldn't respond.
He could only say a final farewell to his former comrades deep in his heart: Goodbye brother.
boom! boom!
The Japanese attacks did not stop. They were still throwing bombs frantically at the Yushan position.
The airborne machine guns were also fired by them, and they fired at the soldiers on the ground.
Bullets penetrated the soldiers' bodies but could not penetrate their unyielding will. They dragged their injured bodies, and some of them jumped madly onto the trenches, just to shorten the distance from the little Japanese.
They roared angrily, risking their lives to fight the Japanese bombers and the enemy's aerial bombs.
At this moment, they didn't think about anything. If they exchanged one of their lives, or even ten of their lives, for a Japanese bomber, they would exchange it.
They are using their lives to compose an anti-Japanese war song!
"Team members, let us get in!"
Zhu Shengzhong couldn't stand it any longer. One by one, living people rushed out of the trenches amidst the enemy's bombing and fired wildly at the enemy's aircraft.
Some people were shot several times but never fell down. They seemed to have forgotten their own death!
Facing such a heroic mixed company, Zhu Shengzhong could not forgive himself, because it was his small report on the mixed company that caused the current situation.
The brothers of the 174th Division could not control the anger in their hearts and asked for help one after another to join the battle, vowing to fight the Japanese invaders to the end!
They all looked at Dragon Boat Festival. They are all waiting for orders from the Dragon Boat Festival.
But the Dragon Boat Festival was silent because the time had not yet come and because the Japanese aircraft had not consumed enough aerial bombs. By rushing out, they are not only making unnecessary sacrifices, but also disrupting the Dragon Boat Festival deployment.
The Japanese bombing and shooting had lasted for twenty minutes. The Dragon Boat Festival must wait for the mixing to continue for another twenty minutes.
He knew that after these twenty minutes, there would most likely be no one left in the Mixed Company. Because he underestimated the little Japanese's air attack capabilities and the awareness of the soldiers of the first mixed company.
Maybe in the beginning, they were just trying to get away with it, just for the bounty. But after the comrades around them died, they had forgotten all this.
There is only anger in their hearts, only inexhaustible anger burning in their bodies. They jumped out of the bunkers that could save their lives not because they were stupid or crazy. But they wanted to shorten the distance between them and the Japanese aircraft.
The bravery of the soldiers made Duanwu's eyes filled with mist. But he couldn't cry, because tears were reserved for enemies. He would make the Japanese army pay a bloody price for this.
He suddenly turned around and roared: "Do you think I am willing to watch a brother from a company being blown up to death by Japanese planes on the battlefield?
Their sacrifice is to ensure that our team still has fighting ability. If we all die, what will happen to the enemies at the foot of the mountain? Who will stop them? "
Dragon Boat Festival's loud questioning silenced all the officers and soldiers present. But the sobbing sounds gradually echoed throughout every corner of the jungle.
The bombing by Japanese aircraft continued, but the roars and machine gun fire from the positions became weaker and weaker.
At this time, the entire mixed company had been depleted by nearly thirty minutes of bombing.
The most severely damaged Nanshan position had six people left in the entire platoon, and there were eight more on the North Mountain. The main position also suffered heavy casualties. Including company commander Zhao Shitou, there were only seven people left.
Zhao Shitou was covered in blood and dirt, and he was blown away by the kid's bomb. The wounds on the body were caused by the splashing of rocks and soil at that time. Then it was buried underneath a lot of soil.
The platoon leader took people to dig him out, but two of them were killed by another Japs bomb, and the platoon leader also lost an arm.
He was seriously injured, but he directed others to dig out Zhao Shitou. So Zhao Shitou's body looked like a layer of mud covered with blood.
Zhao Shitou looked at the seriously injured platoon leader and asked him to go down and rest.
But a row of long ears were already deafened, and he only said four words: No need.
He knew the extent of his injuries. The fact that he was still alive and still standing here was entirely due to his strong will and deep hatred for the Japanese invaders.
He could no longer fight and could only hold the flagpole of the Blue Sky and White Sun Flag with his right hand.
He was using his body as a flagpole to keep the battle flag flying over Yushan Mountain.
They raised their faces and looked at the smoke filling the sky. The laughter of his comrades seemed to still be in his ears.
All of them were listening and feeling in their hearts. Even in their eyes, the figures of their former comrades appeared. They looked at them from the sky, as if to say: We are leaving, and the next task will be left to you.
Zhao Shitou showed a silly smile and took out a crumpled cigarette case from the pocket of his jacket that was full of dirt.
The second squad leader in a row on the side also came over, licking his white and chapped lips, with a look of greed on his face.
Zhao Shitou wanted to give him one, but when he opened the cigarette case, he found that there was only one inside.
Twisted cigarettes have become a delicacy at this time. Zhao Shitou licked his lips and flashed them in front of the second squad leader's eyes.
The second squad leader laughed because there was only one.
Zhao Shitou lit the cigarette and took a long puff. The smell of cigarettes was inhaled from his respiratory tract, and then two smoke dragons were exhaled from his nostrils.
After enjoying the smell of the cigarette, he handed the cigarette to the second squad leader, who nodded and thanked him.
Zhao Shitou said: "Don't smoke it yourself, give me a bite."
The Lao Sun that Zhao Shitou was talking about was the platoon leader. He had lost an arm and half of his body was covered in blood. But he still stood up straight and held the flagpole in his hand to keep the battle flag from falling.
The second squad leader ran over and stuffed the cigarette into the platoon leader's mouth, but the platoon leader showed no reaction.
"Platoon commander?...Platoon commander,..."
The second squad leader called the platoon leader and realized something was wrong. The platoon leader had already left. But he did not fall down even after his death. He was like a bloody Shura, using his last remaining body to protect his country and his brothers!
The second squad leader called his platoon leader, his heart hurting like a knife.
At this moment, Zhao Shitou and the soldiers around him also shed heart-wrenching tears.
But the enemy will not have mercy, let alone the devil who has committed crimes.
After the Japanese bombers carried out two rounds of bombings, only the Third Flying Group still carried heavy bombs. They would conduct a final round of air strikes on Yushan and then return.
Someone once said that the mailboxes of Japanese bombers were like lunch boxes, there was always not enough fuel. The bombing that lasted for nearly forty minutes had already made these little Japanese bombers somewhat unbearable.
The high-intensity operation made the Japanese aircraft's fuel tank look like a hole had been drilled. Therefore, they must end this disparity in strength as soon as possible.
Two Japanese fighter jets roared past Yushan. They conduct reconnaissance of ground targets.
Zhao Shitou yelled at this time: "Get ready to fight!"
The soldiers spread out and fired at the Japanese fighter planes. But the Japanese fighter jets were very flexible and quickly lifted into the air after discovering the enemy's firepower under the aircraft.
The fighter pilot reported to the commander of the flight wing: "Your Excellency, wing commander, although most of the enemies have been eliminated, there are still remaining enemies who are still resisting."
"Baga! Two rounds of bombing have not killed all these hateful Chinese people. Give me the bombing of the third battalion. I will make the empire's bombs spread in every corner of the enemy's position."
"Hi!......"
The commander of the flight wing ordered that the bombers of the third group formed in the air and dived down to prepare to drop bombs.
Duanwu had been staring at the Japs' plane, but when he saw the Third Group of Japs bombers roaring towards him, he picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "I don't care who you are, you must obey my orders now. Your first task is to fight." Drop six Japanese fighter planes and destroy all enemy bombers."
"Sir, you are making things difficult for us. We only have two fighters. And the Japs' Type 97 fighter jets fly very fast. And they have thirty fighters. My God, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come. Yes. Do you want us to give heads to the Japanese?"
What came from the other side of the intercom was Chinese with an English flavor.
Duanwu had long heard that the other party was not Chinese. But there is no way, no matter whether he is Chinese or foreigner, as long as he comes and can complete his plan.
He sacrificed the life of a company soldier, not only to preserve his own vitality, but to annihilate the entire Japanese air force.
This is another crazy idea. With the help of two fighter planes, they actually want to annihilate a Japanese flying wing. This is simply nonsense.
But that’s what the Dragon Boat Festival did.
It was just that the two foreign pilots backed down after realizing that there were too many Japanese aircraft.
The fighter opportunity is fleeting, and Dragon Boat Festival cannot let such a thing happen. Otherwise, the sacrifice of one hundred and thirty-six soldiers in a mixed company would be just to exchange for the survival of the remaining soldiers.
He couldn't forgive himself, and he couldn't allow it to happen.
And obviously these gringos wouldn't listen to his orders. He could only beg the other party to stay, otherwise his plan would be gone. And a company of soldiers will be sacrificed in vain.
At this time, his personal honor and disgrace no longer mattered. What mattered was that these two foreign pilots could stay and help him complete this battle.
He pleaded in English: "I don't know whether you are British or Americans. When you came to China, you must like China and love this land of China, right?
You are all friends of the Chinese, and I beg you to stay and fight the Japanese.
All my brothers in the company died under the Japanese bombing for this battle.
What are they for? What they do is use their lives to consume the enemy's ammunition.
Foreign brothers, the enemy's ammunition is running out, really running out.
Although they still have thirty aircraft, I will attract the attention of the Japanese on the ground. I will attract the firepower of all the Japanese aircraft to me. You only need to sneak attack the Japanese fighter jets.
I assure you that your sneak attack will not be discovered by the Japanese army. Even if they found out, it would be too late by then. As long as we destroyed the six Japanese fighter planes, the remaining bombers were just decorations.
You have to believe me, you don't have to destroy all the bombers. As long as they intercept them in the sky for twenty minutes, thirty minutes at most, their fuel will not be able to support their flight back to Shanghai Airport.
On behalf of all the defenders on the Yushan position, please, I beg you! Would you like to stay?
In this way, if you shoot down a Japanese plane, I will give you two gold bars. There are only two gold bars in one frame, and sixty gold bars in thirty frames. Think about it, after this battle, you will retire. Then you can go on your favorite vacation to Hawaii.
Golden beaches, beauties in bikinis, think about it, think about the joy of happiness? ..."
"Oh, oh, sir, sir, you really touched the hearts of us Americans. I have to admit, your English is very good.
But I have an additional condition. If we fall from the sky, you must catch us. Otherwise, we will become foreign devils and we will not let you go. "
The American pilots fully agreed to Dragon Boat Festival's request. He was moved by the last words of the Dragon Boat Festival.
What he yearns for most is the golden beaches of Hawaii and the passionate beauties in bikinis there.
It's just that the consumption there is too high. When he was serving in the US military, their annual allowance could only be spent there for half a month.
But with sixty gold bars, it's different. He can spend a wonderful summer there with his friend Paul.
"Hey crazy, my name is Brooke Finidi, you can call me Brooke. But don't call me Finidi, hahaha!"
Brooke finally said hello to Duanwu and then hung up the communication.
"MMP!"
After Duanwu hung up the intercom, he cursed. Because the other party actually knows him. Maybe he just deliberately said that he wanted to go back so that he could beg him.
But was the Dragon Boat Festival guess right?
That's right, Paul and Brooke are both American veterans, and they were flight instructors brought with them when the United States sold Chinese Hawker III fighter jets. They are employed by the National Government as instructors and flight advisors to the Air Force.
So when Secretary-General Yang issued the order, these two veteran pilots naturally refused. The risk factor of this mission is too high, and it is also a small battle to defend Yushan. It is not worth the risk for them. But Chinese pilots did not have the ability to fight head-on with the Japanese army.
So in order to get these two American pilots to attack, Secretary-General Yang also talked a lot.
He personally went to the Fifth Flying Group and had an in-depth discussion with two people about the commander of this operation. Let them believe that this outstanding Chinese commander will not request air support for no reason.
When the two heard about Dragon Boat Festival's achievements and fighting style, they called it crazy.
So the madness of the Dragon Boat Festival stimulated the peripheral nerves of the two people. They arrived in two Hawker III fighter jets.
They had been waiting for Dragon Boat Festival's order and wanted to have a word with this crazy commander. But at that time, Dragon Boat Festival's attention was all on the Japanese plane.
Brooke felt that he had been left out, so he pretended to give up his choice at the most critical moment and deceived the Dragon Boat Festival to stir up excitement.
Think about it during the Dragon Boat Festival, grandma, when you fall from the sky, I will catch you with a roll, and I will catch you with a frying pan.
At this time, Xie Jinyuan asked: "Tuanzuo, what should we do next?"
"Prepare the frying pan."
Duanwu said subconsciously, and Xie Jinyuan was stunned.
Duanwu also came to his senses at this time, patted Xie Jinyuan on the shoulder and said: "I am going to kill the donkey. Then you can help me sharpen the knife."
"················"
Xie Jinyuan was speechless, because he had also heard the other party's sensational plea for Dragon Boat Festival just now.
He was thinking at that time, you two foreign devils are really looking for death. If you disobey orders on the battlefield, would it be strange if our regiment didn’t kill you?
But at this moment, it seemed that his guess was absolutely correct. These two foreign devils are bound to be in trouble. Because Tuanzuo has already planned to kill the donkey.
"Sun Shiyu!"
At this moment, Duanwu roared. Sun Shiyu hurriedly ran over and said, "Commander, what are your orders?"
Take a few people to push out the 37 anti-tank guns, one for you and one for me, preparing to fight back and hit the Japanese planes.
"Tuanzuo, this is too dangerous, why don't we find someone else to do it?"
Sun Shiyu refused because the Japanese army had thirty aircraft hovering over the Yushan position, but they only had two 37-type anti-aircraft guns. This kind of combat pressure is no different from that of a mixed company, with a narrow escape from death.
"Stop talking nonsense. You and I are the best in the entire independent group. Who will do it if I don't do it? Obey the order, immediately! Immediately!..."
"yes!"
The Dragon Boat Festival’s order is an absolute order. Although Xie Jinyuan, Zhu Shengzhong, Zhong Jiushan and others on the side were unwilling to let Duanwu fight, there was no way, because the entire independent regiment, or the artillery of the 174th Division, did not have the ability to fight in the air! ...
