I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Qingdao, Laoshan Tuopajian, Chen Fengzheng and the five pilots looked at each other.

The five people were filled with emotion, as they finally saw a real-life cold gun. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary young man, but upon closer inspection, he was unusual. He stood like a pine tree, with a tall and straight giant pine. His sharp temperament seemed to pierce the sky, his warm smile melted people's hearts, and his majestic aura could not be concealed in his eyes.

Chen Feng looked at the five people with emotion and regret. He thought about it in the middle of the night last night. It seems that Lin Heng is about to die heroically. It should be the Chengdu air battle next year. Can he stop everything? It's difficult. The reason why the Anti-Japanese War was won is that there are such groups of young people who have fought one after another. But there is a chance to see how their flying level is. After all, he has the flying experience of seventy or eighty years later, and can teach some absolutely not to keep private. But the question is which one is Lin Heng?

"Cold Gun, welcome five air force heroes."

Cen Zeliu saluted first, shook Chen Feng's hand and introduced:

"Cen Zeliu, deputy commander of the 5th Flying Squadron of the National Army, has come to report with four colleagues."

After a brief introduction, Chen Feng met Lin Heng. Lin Heng had been staring at Captain Leng Qiang. When he saw the captain looking at him a few more times, he instantly became excited.

"Sister Zi Han, you are here too?"

"Brother Zhou, is this strange? I am the captain's most trusted assistant."

"Zi Han, be serious, do you know each other?"

"Well, our families are old friends. Brother Zhou's sister and I were middle school classmates."

"Let's go, everyone has worked hard on the journey, the food is ready, Zi Han, you can come along too, so we can eat and reminisce"!

Song Zihan was extremely happy. Originally she didn't have a seat for herself today, but she didn't expect that someone familiar would help her get the captain's skills.

"Brother Zhou, the captain has cooked the seafood feast himself! You must try it."

"Captain Leng Qiang, don't bother. We can't afford to be too polite."

"Captain Zhou, we're a family from now on. There's no need to be polite or make any trouble. We can just eat home-cooked meals. Food is expensive at the seaside, but seafood is very cheap."

Before entering the tent, Chen Feng saw Li Yunyan's hands covered in oil and looking at him with resentment. It was a little funny. What did she tear down again? I really didn't realize that Yunyan had the nature of a Husky to tear down things. She couldn't help but want to tear down things she didn't understand, but she did figure out some tricks.

"Yunyan, wash your hands and come over to listen to how they will contact you after you take off."

"Okay, Captain, I'll be there right away."

Song Zihan laughed secretly:

"Captain, Sister Yunyan is craving for the seafood dinner you prepared."

"Don't talk nonsense, your sister Yunyan is not that kind of person."

The table was filled with very pleasing to the eye seafood, all produced in the waters near Qingdao, including blanched prawns, steamed rhubarb, spicy clams, sea bass in sour soup, spicy flathead fish, white-scaled fish stewed with tofu, braised giant mackerel, oysters dipped in vinegar, and several plates of mackerel dumplings.

Li Yunyan washed her hands quickly, entered the tent, greeted a few people, and got to know each other. She almost drooled at the table full of seafood.

They were all young people, and they didn't follow the rules of not talking while eating or sleeping. A few bottles of Lanling aged wine were placed on the table, white wine with seafood, gout with stones. Maybe no one knows about this now, and even if they know, they probably won't care.

They were all from wealthy families and had seen all kinds of scenes, but this was their first time to have such an unconventional seafood feast. Once their chopsticks started eating, they couldn't stop. They were a little embarrassed at first, but when they saw the two girls eating so elegantly, they felt that being polite would be a blasphemy to Captain Leng Qiang's cooking skills.

The meal brought them closer together. The cautiousness that people had when they first arrived disappeared, and after a few drinks, they started to brag so much that it could overturn a tent.

"Everyone, take a day off today. We will start training all our pilots tomorrow. These trainees have all been carefully selected, and we will definitely not let you down."

"Captain Leng Qiang, I heard that you have seized a lot of planes. Now that we are here, would you like the five of us to go and bomb them a few times?"

"Xiao San, stop showing off. Don't forget the purpose of our coming here. If we are shot down by the Japanese, it doesn't matter if you die heroically, but you will delay the development of the air force here and you may not even be called a martyr."

On the Zaoyi battlefield, on the left center line of the Japanese army, the two divisions were almost crazy facing the Qianjiang defense line. Hundreds of bombers were bombing every day, and fighter planes dived and strafed the trenches back and forth under machine gun attacks. The huge cannons, mountain cannons, field cannons, and mortars were almost non-stop attacks. Even with a mature trench defense artillery system, the three Sichuan Army divisions suffered heavy losses and their organization was almost destroyed. Even so, they did not retreat a single step.

The 122nd Division came up again. In terms of firepower configuration, no team in the entire 122nd Army could compare with Wang Mingzhang's 124nd Division. The 122th Division in the middle supplemented the two sides. The nd Division took over the central position and used light weapons to strangle the charging Japanese troops under artillery fire.

After a day of fighting, both China and Japan were licking their wounds. Wang Mingzhang and three division commanders stood in the underground command post in Qianjiang City, discussing the main attack direction of the Japanese army tomorrow.

"Report"!

"Come in"!

"Reporting to the division commander, Commander Sun of the 22nd Army Group Headquarters forwarded a telegram from Commander Li of the 5th War Zone Headquarters, asking how long we can hold on."

Wang Mingzhang did not answer immediately. He looked up at the other three division commanders. Wang Zhiyuan of the 123rd Division had a bandage on his head. Zeng Xiandong of the 124th Division had white gauze on his arm, and blood was still flowing out of the gauze. The worst-off was Zeng Suyuan of the 125th Division. He had a long wound on his face that had not yet healed, and a big cut on his neck caused by shrapnel. He seemed to have some problems with his legs and feet. After standing for a long time, he couldn't help but hold on to the table for a while.

Seeing Wang Mingzhang looking at them, the eyes of several people were extremely firm, and their eyes revealed an unyielding and desperate determination. Wang Mingzhang understood that no one would retreat. They had suffered heavy casualties, and the Japanese army was not in a good situation either. No matter how many shells they fired, they would need an infantry charge after the firing. The front of the position was already densely packed with corpses, and the earliest corpses had begun to rot. The soldiers on the front line had to wear gas masks that were urgently allocated by Commander-in-Chief Li Zongren.

"Reply to Commander Sun and forward the message to Commander Li of the Fifth War Zone. The 122nd, 123rd, 124th and 125th Divisions of the nd Army have reached a joint resolution: the people are at the position."

Zeng Xiandong suddenly moved his lips, and Wang Mingzhang understood.

"Wang Zhiyuan's unit of the 122nd Division, Zeng Xiandong's unit of the 124th Division, and Zeng Suyuan's unit of the 125th Division have been defending and fighting fiercely for eight days. They are extremely short of weapons and ammunition. We ask Commanders Sun and Li to allocate them in a timely manner."

After arranging the telegram, several people suddenly seemed to relax, and Zeng Suyuan grabbed Wang Mingzhang's chair.

"Lao Wang, if you don't sit, I will. I've been crawling in the trenches for a whole day and I feel uncomfortable all over. By the way, you have been holding on for a whole day. What losses has the special operations regiment suffered? How many days we can hold on depends entirely on their performance."