The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"The Japanese fighter planes were relatively light in order to pursue speed and climb rate."

Looking around at the towering mountains, Jiang Cheng's two handsome eyebrows were almost twisted together, "So, whether it's a fighter, a reconnaissance plane, or a bomber, the combat radius is not very large."

Therefore, Jiang Cheng considered everything comprehensively and ordered the fighter planes in the Northeast to prepare for battle immediately, search for the enemy's temporary airport nearby, and destroy it completely!

Damn you little Japanese, if you dare to blow up my train, I will kill you and your whole family.

"Master Jiang, Master Jiang!"

Just as the communication company passed on the order, Li Shitou came up with a few guards and said, "I and a few brothers went to the train to check: the Japanese bombs looked scary, but they were not very powerful. The railway was not damaged, the locomotive was not damaged...it was just blown in two."

Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up after hearing this.

It seems that the Japanese army intended to inflict the greatest casualties on their brothers, and they should have used incendiary bombs with slightly smaller explosive power but capable of creating flames.

After this kind of bomb hits the ground, it explodes only to ignite the combustible material inside, which is mostly asphalt or something like that... Although the fire is fierce, it is unlikely to cause much damage to the railway train.

"Come on, call the conductor over and see if we can fix this."

Several people immediately ran over with the train conductor. After inspection by several staff members, they found that two carriages of the train were burned. As long as they cut them in the middle, pushed the burned cars to the side of the road, and then reconnected them, the train could continue to run.

"Do you dare to do it?"

Zhang Xuecheng looked at Jiang Cheng with a worried look on his face. "Those two bombers were shot down. If we can't get back on time, the Japanese will most likely send a second wave of reconnaissance planes!"

Everyone understands his subtext. Once the Japanese send out a second wave of reconnaissance planes, they will most likely send more deadly fighter planes again.

"What are you waiting for? There's no time to lose! Hurry up and call the brothers over, and then everyone should work together to push those two train cars away!"

Jiang Cheng waved his hand and shouted loudly to the team behind him.

The men were all filled with rage at the moment. They had entered the country to fight the Japanese, but the damn bastards actually sent out bombers.

Moreover, this bomb not only caused them losses, but also injured dozens of brothers... A large number of soldiers roared and rushed towards the railway track. These well-dressed men were tense and rushed to push the burnt train carriage.

The surging momentum filled the hearts of all the warriors with boundless courage.

Now, even if the Japanese emperor personally led all the Japanese devils to rush in front of them, no one would retreat even a single step.

Thanks to everyone's efforts, the train was back on track in just 20 minutes... Jiang Cheng ordered the train to leave at full speed and head all the way to Shandong.

At this time, most of the land of Qi and Lu had been trampled by the iron hooves of the Japanese army.

Because the defenders fought desperately, at the cost of the annihilation of the entire army, they bought precious time for Qingdao to evacuate: when the Japanese army rushed into Qingdao, the entire city was almost empty;
The frustrated Japanese started setting fires everywhere, burning the entire city into a wasteland.

But no matter what, Qingdao is relatively lucky. Other cities in this land are not so "lucky".

Weifang is the strategic location connecting the inland hinterland of Shandong to the peninsula. The Jiaoji Railway runs through the city from east to west, making it the geographical center of the Jiaozhou Peninsula. Reconnaissance planes were still patrolling in the air, and when Japanese bombers flew over the top of the bell tower three times, the molten liquid of the incendiary bombs was burning black lines on the bluestone road.

The bricks of this ancient city wall, which is thousands of years old, collapsed under the bombardment of 150mm howitzers, and the flying debris was mixed with the remnants of the defenders' leggings.

This is the common fate of all city walls in all wartimes. Thousand-year-old city defenses are as fragile as paper in the face of aerial bombs.

The close defenses within the city had already been completely destroyed, and most of the defenders who had learned about the Japanese attack in advance had actually run away... Hai Rushong was so angry when he heard the news that he cursed and said that he must shoot the unlucky guy who escaped.

But what would be the point of killing this man? The Japanese army had already launched an all-out attack. The infantry of the Sixth Division rushed into the city gate, stepping on the still-warm helmets of the defenders, and the bayonets of the Type 38 rifles tore off the curtain of "Swearing to Revenge the National Humiliation".

The doors of cloth shops, foreign companies, and drug stores on both sides of the street were wide open, sandalwood abacus beads were all over the ground, and broken porcelain was everywhere, echoing the looted shops in Qingdao.

In the meantime, streaks of blood were still winding. Japanese soldiers were shouting slogans like "Charge" and "God is above", killing the civilians who had no time to escape.

The moat had turned into a corpse dam, and the pale arms of the drowned people stretched out from the ice like coral, clutching half of a soaked ticket.

"Matsui, take your team and go..."

Before the Japanese officer could finish his command, the roar of a submachine gun suddenly rang out from the corner of the alley.

Three men with black scarves on their heads jumped out from the collapsed ruins: Shandong has never lacked heroes since ancient times. The leading man was Song Qingyuan, the leader of the local gang "Liangshan Gang".

He used his hidden submachine gun to mow down the entire patrol team. The sound of bullet casings falling to the ground and the ticking of the pocket watch under the floating corpse formed an eerie ensemble.

"There's an ambush! The damned Chinese actually dared to resist - charge, charge, in the name of the Emperor!"

Such a determined counterattack inevitably attracted the attention of all the Japanese devils around. These thugs, armed with Type 38 rifles and wearing steel helmets, blocked the entire alley inside and out in the blink of an eye.

Song Qingyuan shouted the Liangshan Gang's slogan and continued to fire with his submachine gun... He knew in his heart that there were too many Japanese devils, and even if he used up all his ammunition, he might not be able to escape.

"Brother Song, I think you should escape first!"

A man pushed the man and said, "Turn in here, run to the end and climb over the wall. There is a well in the yard... The tunnel in the well leads to the outside!"

"Even if the inside is blown down, you can hide inside for a while. Wait until the enemy disperses and it's dark, then find a way to get out of the city!"

How could Song Qingyuan agree?
The situation was extremely dangerous at this point. If the Japanese surrounded them, they would definitely be wiped out.

He shouted slogans such as "share happiness and hardships together", but was pushed into an alley by his brothers... The two men shouted "take care, big brother" at the same time, and actually detonated the explosives on their bodies, and rushed into the group of Japanese devils from both directions!
"Brother, good brother——"

Song Qingyuan almost burst into tears. After the earth-shaking explosion, he knew that he had lost his last brother in an instant.

He gritted his teeth and chose to run quickly into the alley, and then followed the instructions of his brothers and hid in the dark tunnel. (End of this chapter)