War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 579: Gold Border? (Additional chapter in October with 10 votes!)

"One hundred thousand people!"

"Yes, one hundred thousand people, at least one hundred thousand!"

Inside the Japanese headquarters, when Moto Masato sat with the commanders of several other brigades, he raised his fist and said, "Everyone, defeating 217 should not be our goal. Our goal should be to completely tear apart the trap set by the Chinese in the encirclement!"

"Use our tanks, artillery shells and air support to tell them that modern warfare is no longer determined by numbers, but by one person using advanced weapons to massacre thousands of people!"

What Ben Zhengduo was talking about was what happened when Yi Zitou besieged the church, but he didn't know that the world has a cycle. After their tiny country attacked Pearl Harbor, a man named "John Basilone" massacred more than 1,500 Japanese soldiers in the same way and became a god of war in one battle!

Judging from this incident, it is true that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that there will be no reward, but no one knows who will receive the reward.

"That……"

As soon as the commander of the 1st Mixed Brigade opened his mouth, Ben Zheng Duocai seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "As long as we take Xinzhou, Yan, who has already invested too many troops in Xinzhou, will definitely not have enough manpower to continue to garrison Taiyuan. At that time, your three mixed brigades will focus on attacking Taiyuan, and my 2nd Mixed Brigade will only provide support and will never take any credit for it."

The greedy eyes of those people stared at each other without any scruples under the dim oil lamp, and finally the three of them nodded. If it weren't for Ben Zhengduo's "One Hundred Thousand" speech, these brigade commanders would have been unable to hold back and would have sent troops to Shiling Pass and marched into Taiyuan.

……

At this moment, Dong Qiwu, still wearing the uniform of the National Army, was leading his troops across the hills and mountains to Xinkou. At this moment, their troops not only showed a gap with the National Government Army, but also the gap with our army was getting bigger and bigger...

"brigadier!"

"brigadier!"

The soldiers of the 218th Brigade quickly caught up with Dong Qiwu who was running wildly in front of them, and said breathlessly: "We have to take a break. The soldiers are exhausted. I have seen several of them vomiting just now. If they continue like this, several of them will surely die from running..."

Only Dong Qiwu himself knew how cold his heart was at that moment!

This is a fucking war!
How long have they been running? Less than two hours!
Two hours!

The moment Dong Qiwu turned around and looked at his troops, he found that the soldiers who heard these words stopped running. They were either bent over and panting, or pinching their waists, waiting for the order he was about to give, as if they would give up if he didn't order them to rest...

Yes, they were running on a mountain trail...

But even if it was a mountain road, it only took two hours. How can it be compared with 688? How can it be compared!
Dong Qiwu is the ace under Yang Aiyuan, so of course he has to keep an eye on the ace. But even so, he did not dare to keep an eye on 217, but instead kept an eye on the ace unit of the 115th Division, the 688th Regiment... If he had kept an eye on 217, maybe he would not have been angry, because at least 217 was not an iron-footed soldier.

"have a rest."

After saying this, the subordinate who had made the request clasped his hands together and shook them twice, then walked out and shouted, "All troops, take a break... for half an hour!"

Dong Qiwu's brain almost exploded with anger. He was just too lazy to talk. Why not spend less time talking?
How to fight this?

How can we capture Xinkou with such an army?

Dong Qiwu had no idea...

...Yangmingbao.

The entire 129th Regiment of the 385th Brigade of the 769th Division, which was fighting outside, lay in ambush in the grass, drooling at the sight of the brightly lit gravel road at the airport!

Regardless of whether this place is called an airport or not, the commander of the 769th Regiment stared at the airport in front of him with green light in his eyes!
Why do all the good things belong to him?
The 385th Brigade is not without combat-capable troops!

"Where's the plane?"

The commander of the 769th Regiment was lying in the yellowed grass. He used his hands to push aside the half-man-high weeds that blocked his view and turned back to ask, "Didn't the scouts say there were dozens of planes here? Why is there nothing here?"

"Captain, that scout... is from the 772nd Regiment. The news was sent to the Lingshan Division Headquarters and then sent to our unit again. Perhaps the planes have all been withdrawn?"

How would he know where the plane was going?

When the head of the 769th Regiment heard this, he felt that he was talking nonsense, saying maybe and it seems, without a single word that could be confirmed...

"Pass my order, prepare for battle!"

"Second Battalion, First Company, go, cut the barbed wire outside the airport, kill the sentry on the watchtower, and move the searchlight away!"

In this kind of battle, you don't just raise your head and shoot the searchlight out. The machine gunner is not stupid. You're already shooting, why don't you shoot at you? The correct way is to try to find the sentry. If you can find it, move the searchlight to another place quietly. If you can't find it, then rush in under the hail of bullets...

hum!
At this moment, there were bursts of roars in the air, and then a plane flew back from the direction of Xin County, landed directly on the runway and slid forward, while the soldiers of the 769th Regiment lay in the grass opposite the plane after it landed...

"do not move!"

The deputy regiment commander quickly whispered to stop them, and at this moment, the commander of the 769th Regiment stood up from the bushes holding a machine gun and shouted loudly: "769, all troops charge!!!"

He didn't even have time to explain to the deputy commander. That was a plane, a plane that fell from the sky. The grass was full of holes made by people lying there, right? As long as the pilot was not blind, there was nothing he couldn't find. Why didn't you move at this time? This wasn't a game of 123, statues. If you didn't move, they wouldn't shoot you.

Da da da da da!
The Czech-style machine gun in his hand opened fire first, and the moment this regiment had only a few machine guns, countless soldiers rushed straight towards the barbed wire in front of them, and the bugler's horn sounded later...

Tick-tick, tack-tack!
Tick-tick-tick-tick!!!
The moment the charge sounded, the pilot sitting in the cockpit of the plane kept turning his head to look in this direction. The plane had just touched the ground and had not glided far, but was about to take off with its head tilted up, but at this moment - puff puff puff puff!

A row of bullet holes with sparks swept across the fuselage of the plane - bang!
There were two spider-web-like cracks on the cabin glass...

Correct!
In addition to the Korean War, the real historical record of machine guns shooting down airplanes also occurred on the Anti-Japanese War battlefield, and the battlefield where it took place was Yangmingbao.

In the Battle of Yangmingbao, the 769th Regiment destroyed more than enemy planes. One of them was hit by a machine gun when it was slowly starting during takeoff.

In the anti-Japanese drama, shooting down planes with machine guns is not the "magical" part. The truly "magical" part is that there are pilots who risk their lives by diving for a single soldier. It's like an art student rolling up his arms and insisting on fighting a private soldier in a one-on-one duel. Isn't that crazy?

What is the concept of a pilot in this era?
Not to mention this era, even Mr. Qian was bought back by our country with multiple pilots. Would he dive for a single soldier? Instead of for a position or a city? Why? X-ray vision? Did he see that you have a gold border?

(End of this chapter)