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

Compared with the anger of Chen Rongwei, the ace pilot and the pilots who came to aid China, the more than one hundred flight trainees were deeply shocked. The explosion was only more than a thousand meters away from them. They were amazed not by the explosion on the runway, but by the determination of the Japanese pilots.

A group of flight trainees began to wonder what orders they had received. No matter how intense the artillery fire was, dive bombing was their duty. But the planes did not even fly high and just rushed towards the runway. Did it have to be so cruel?

Guo Cailing was very attentive and saw the state of the group of flight trainees. She walked over quickly and shouted:

"Are you shocked? Do you think the Japanese are too cruel? If it were you, would you dare to do that?"

A group of pilots looked at Guo Cailing stupidly, shook their heads subconsciously, and nodded hurriedly when they felt something was wrong.

"We eight pilots sold all our property to return to our country to provide support. We never thought about going back alive. If we really encountered a battle where we were sure to die, we would be more determined than the Japanese. The plane was the pilot's last weapon. What if the bomb missed the target? What if we failed to achieve the goal? Would we just abandon the mission?"

Guo Cailing's voice is very penetrating, as if it carries some kind of magic.

"Absolutely not. We still have the plane. As long as the plane doesn't explode, it is the best bomb, a bomb that can control its direction. Are you scared? If you are scared, leave the flight team immediately. Without the determination to die and a strong will, you are not worthy of flying a precious plane into the sky. Do you understand?"

A group of flight trainees lowered their heads in shame. Are they afraid of death? Of course they are afraid, but since they joined the Yimeng guerrillas and started fighting the devils, they have never considered life and death. Just now, they were shocked by the cruelty of the devils. If they were in such a situation, they would definitely put life and death aside.

A group of flight trainees slowly raised their heads with determined looks. Guo Cailing glanced around and saw that no one avoided her gaze. She knew that they had passed the psychological barrier just now. When pilots fly, the most feared thing is not poor skills, but inadvertent psychological barriers, which can be fatal.

The runways of both airports are broken, so the planes cannot take off. However, there are still more than ten planes in Mengshan. I just don’t know what the captain’s plan is.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the Japanese army finally attacked. It was a tearful moment to talk about it. From last night's air raid to the naval gun bombardment in the early morning, to the mortar concentrated fire and this morning's air raid, we were all passive in our attacks.

If this continued, the soldiers' morale would be destroyed. The Japanese attack position moved away from the direction of Baisha River, and the only remaining 20 mountain cannons and field cannons took the lead in launching artillery fire.

Smoke suddenly filled the air at the positions of the New Fourth Division inside and outside the city wall. Wooden boards were laid on the trenches of the positions. Following Leng Qiang's advice, water was poured on the wooden boards to form ice. This was done four or five times in one night, and the ice layer reached ten centimeters thick. Unless a shell hit the ice layer, it would be difficult to hurt the soldiers in the trenches.

After half an hour of shelling, the Japanese army began to charge. Looking at the dense crowds of Japs pressing forward, the soldiers in the trenches sneered. It was an old routine, rigid and inflexible, with no changes in years. Artillery bombarded and infantry charged.

A large group participated in the attack, with three attack lines forming a width of more than 100 meters.

The Japanese mortars did not move, and neither did the New Fourth Division's large-caliber mortars. Both sides knew that whoever fired first would be in a passive position, so they were patient.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck!

When the Japanese army entered 300 meters, the light and heavy machine guns of the New Fourth Division opened fire. Although anti-aircraft machine guns and large-caliber machine guns were still there, it felt that such good things were not needed. Using the Japanese's things to deal with the Japanese gave them a feeling of returning the property to its original owner.

As soon as the machine guns were opened, the Japanese soldiers fell down instantly. Only a fool would charge towards the machine guns. Countless battles in the past with the Yimeng guerrillas and the New Fourth Division had proved that a mindless charge would definitely not lead to an advance and would only waste troops.

The Japanese soldiers lay in the snow and fired back, crawling forward after each shot.

The Japanese mountain artillery and field artillery opened fire again. Perhaps this battalion was not planning a charge, but only wanted to lure out the machine gun positions of the New Fourth Division.

Qu Zexin, the second regiment guarding this section of the city defense, was a little depressed. They didn't follow the conventional way! Did they want to consume our machine guns? He was not afraid of the consumption of machine guns, as they were all obsolete, but he was reluctant to see the machine gunners consumed.

"Notify the anti-aircraft machine gun positions on both sides. They have two minutes at most to get rid of these crawling turtles. Then take cover immediately after killing them."

The messenger went to give the notice that the machine gun in front had been silenced. The attacking Japanese became even more frantic. They crawled forward madly after firing a shot, and some even crouched down impatiently.

Da da da da da da!

The anti-aircraft guns are placed horizontally, and the anti-aircraft machine guns are no less powerful. Although the caliber is a bit smaller, it does not affect its lethality at all.

No matter whether they were lying down or crouching, there was no room to hide in the face of eight machine guns on both sides. Blood splattered on the snow, as bright as blooming red peonies.

Isayama Haruki put down the telescope and shouted hurriedly:

"Artillery, quick, artillery, destroy the machine gun positions for me."

The artillery turned the muzzle, quickly adjusted the firing scale, and after a round of test firing, the shells flew freely towards the anti-aircraft machine gun position.

boom! Boom boom boom!

The anti-aircraft machine gun was halfway through its firing when it lifted its machine gun and stuffed it into the anti-gun hole. The machine gunner also hid in the anti-gun hole. However, the ground was hard and the vibration caused by the explosion of the Japanese army's large-caliber artillery shells was too strong. Although the fortifications were well dug, they were still shaking all over.

There were not many people left in the attack sequence of a battalion. The snow where the Japanese soldiers were attacking was already a sea of ​​blood. The remaining one hundred or so devils retreated firing their guns. The shelling lasted only a few minutes. The ice on the trenches was very solid. Except for the machine gunner who was sore from the shock, the anti-aircraft machine guns suffered almost no losses.

The loss of nearly a battalion of troops also made Isayama Haruki understand the defensive situation of the New Fourth Division. The mortars did not move, and fighting the infantry was nothing more than relying on the extremely high firing rate of the anti-aircraft machine guns, which was not difficult to solve.

Isayama Haruki ordered the two battalions to continue the attack, deploying a skirmish line of more than a thousand meters to the north. There were two rows of soldiers, the front row rushed to the shooting range and continued to shoot, while the back row began to pile up snow with shovels.

At the same time, the soldiers who had no attack missions were not idle either. They began to pile up snow walls and circular fortifications around the entire military camp.

The New Fourth Division looked confused, and so did the Japanese Chief of Staff Ueno Naoomi.

"General, can this block bullets?"

"We can't stop them now, but we can at night. There won't be any progress today. The New Fourth Division will definitely launch a surprise attack at night. When night falls, we will pour water on the snow wall. I believe a solid defensive position will be formed in the middle of the night."