As Suzuki Jiro dropped the bomb, the remaining five bombers also began to look for targets to drop bombs.
But there is no obvious target at all on the ground, and no one can be seen moving. Where to bomb?
The most conspicuous ones are the several turrets, but those turrets have obviously been attacked by the enemy and have collapsed. It seems that they no longer have much bombing value.
An aerial bomb is very expensive, okay?
What's more, the target to be bombed now was still ours before last night. How could throwing the bomb out give us a vague feeling of pain in the balls?
No matter what, if it's not under our control now it's no longer ours, let's blow it up.
The most conspicuous targets in Zhangzhuang were turned into ruins in the explosion. The train station was gone, the large warehouse in the stronghold was flattened, and the permanent bunkers that had been built with great efforts were blown into the sky one by one.
Permanent bunkers are made of reinforced concrete and can withstand direct hits from field infantry artillery. There are relatively few permanent bunkers built by the Japanese in northwestern Shanxi. One can be seen not far away along the railway lines in the northeastern region. Until Xie Tian The era we traveled back to still exists, so you can imagine how strong the permanent bunker is.
The bombers looked for targets to bomb, and the fighters looked for targets to straf.
After being scolded by the Chinese for such a long time, and the scolding was so unpleasant, these Japanese pilots were already so angry that they wanted to kill people.
If there is no target, then shoot at those houses.
Colonel has said that Zhangzhuang will be blown to the ground.
Those Chinese who seized Zhangzhuang must be hiding in the house, so go to hell.
The bullets washed away Zhangzhuang like a downpour, the big trees were interrupted, and thick clouds of smoke and flames arose from everywhere.
The anger of the Japanese ignited Zhangzhuang. They were angry that this unknown force had robbed Zhangzhuang and not only cut off the Tongpu Railway, but also massacred so many of them, but they forgot that Zhangzhuang was the Chinese Zhangzhuang and they died so much. Many people died on Chinese soil, but they still blamed the Chinese for killing their own people.
So someone said, truth only exists within the range of a cannon.
Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say.
Now Xie Tian's fist was the biggest within a few dozen miles of Dagu Town, so they felt uncomfortable.
Find your own comfort and go back to Japan. Who invited you here?
After throwing away all the bombs and firing all the bullets, Dagu Town turned into a sea of fire, and the little devil felt comfortable.
If you provoke us Japanese, you Chinese will pay ten times or a hundred times the price.
After asking, Taro Suzuki learned that the ammunition on the team's plane had been exhausted, and he still gave the order to return.
He had just finished giving the order when the annoying voice came from the earphones: "You are leaving after you poop, and you don't wipe your butt? You little Japanese are really fucking disgusting. You are going to leave after you poop." Wipe your buttocks, just go back with a piece of shit in your ass, and then we'll just lick each other after we go back?"
"Baga, where are you? Let me see you."
"You want to see me, okay, come down."
Taro Suzuki screamed: "Find him for me, I will kill him with my own hands."
More than thirty planes were circling at low altitude over Zhangzhuang, like a swarm of flies attracted by the smell of shit.
Xie Tian laughed loudly: "My son, you can see me if you want. You are not high enough to ask Emperor Hirohito to crawl over to see me. If I am in a good mood, I can leave his whole body. You tell him Bring the queen here with me, I haven’t tried Japanese girls yet…”
Taro Suzuki pulled off his earphones and smashed them on the dashboard of the cabin. He twisted the operating lever and sped away from Zhangzhuang without saying a word.
If that person said one more word, Suzuki Taro would probably crash the plane directly into the ground, assuming that he and the enemy would die together.
Seeing the Japanese army fleeing in panic over Zhangzhuang, Tiedan smiled and slapped Xie Tian on the butt: "Godfather, your mouth is so powerful, other people's mouths can't catch up with yours even if they spend three days in a latrine." He has such a bad mouth, he can even scold the Japanese plane away..."
Xie Tian flew up with a kick, and the iron egg was kicked up into the sky. He spread his arms and flew freely. He only needed one more sentence: I will definitely come back...
Throwing down the microphone, Xie Tian took the teapot handed over by Tang Haoer and drank it down in one gulp. He rubbed his cheeks and said with a smile, "I'm exhausted."
Tang Haoer rolled his eyes fiercely.
Ge Dazhuang raised his thumbs at Xie Tian and said sincerely: "I would rather you shoot me with a machine gun than be scolded to death by you."
Xie Tian laughed: "What do you think will happen to these Japs after they go back? I think it will be very exciting. These pilots are all little Japs' treasures. If I can make a few of them break down due to scolding, then it counts. Have you also contributed to the national resistance against Japan?”
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.
Everyone was speechless. Only Tang Haoer looked at Xie Tian with a smile and a gentle look on his face: "You haven't tried Japanese girls yet, right?"
Xie Tian's expression changed and he glared at his men and walked towards the entrance of the tunnel: "Hurry up and show me the damage to the tunnels. His grandma told you to dig deep holes and store food. Damn it." The digging is still so shallow, so why don’t you just stop nagging and come with me to inspect it quickly..."
Whoosh, thank you for running away first.
Tang Haoer couldn't help but chuckle. This big bandit is the only one in the world who loves me, spoils me, and protects me like this.
At the headquarters of the Japanese North China First Army in Taiyuan, Yoshio Shinozuka, who was in his fifties or sixties, crossed his hands on his desk with an expressionless face and stared at Taro Suzuki who was sweating profusely in front of his desk.
Suzuki Taro did not dare to raise his head, stared at his toes and said loudly: "It was Hsinchu who took the decision to drop the bomb without authorization and killed those imperial soldiers with his own hands. Hsinchu, please allow Your Majesty the Commander to allow Hsinchu to die in gratitude to the Emperor."
Shinozuka Yoshio stared at Suzuki Taro and said expressionlessly: "I don't want to blame you on this matter. I personally think you did the right thing, but this matter must be reported to Commander Okamura. I will report it to Commander Okamura." He argued hard."
Taro Suzuki stood at attention: "I am ashamed of the heroes of the empire who were killed in the bombing, and I beg your superiors to approve the humble post and die in gratitude."
Yoshio Shinozuka waved his hand: "Suzuki-kun, let this matter be over, just keep a useful body and serve the emperor. Tell me about that scolding Chinese man again. Could he be an independent member of the Eighth Route Army?" Li Yunlong."
Taro Suzuki stood at attention: "I can't think of any Chinese officer other than him who would be so despicable and dirty, and who also has the strength to eliminate the Nobumura Regiment and capture Zhangzhuang."
Li Yunlong, who was galloping towards the brigade headquarters, sneezed twice in a row and cursed: "Who is scolding me, his grandma?"
Li Yunlong accidentally became the scapegoat again. Who made him infamous?
