Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

Chapter 614 The First Battle (8)

On the banks of the Forgotten River!

Naihe Bridge!

There was a layer of faint mist, lingering around like a veil, adding a bit of eerie mystery to this gloomy place.

The fiery red flowers of the other shore bloomed wildly and wantonly, spreading along both sides of the Naihe Bridge. There was not a single leaf, only the slender petals curling up like countless pairs of slender hands dancing in the wind.

The flowers are bright and dazzling, red so dazzling and shocking, as if they were watered with blood, emitting a strange light in the darkness.

At the end of the bridge, there stood a woman wearing a jacket with small blue flowers. A happy smile bloomed on her face. That smile was so pure that it seemed to dispel the coldness around her.

She opened her mouth gently and murmured, "Dad, you are here too? Why can't I see you?" There was a hint of expectation in the voice.

As she spoke, the woman slowly stretched out her two arms and waved them helplessly in the air, as if she was looking for a ray of light in the darkness, or trying to grasp that illusory hope. She leaned forward slightly, her body trembling slightly because of the effort. Her steps were slow and cautious, and every step seemed to be on the clouds, as if there was endless darkness in front of her, and she would fall into the abyss if she was not careful.

"Cuicui! Cuicui!" Wu Feng yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice seemed to break through the sky. His face was full of anxiety, veins popped out on his forehead, and his hands were waving wildly in the air, as if he was trying to grab something.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he woke up instantly. He opened his eyes wide, gasped for breath, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

After your breathing becomes stable,

He slowly raised his head.

A familiar face appeared before my eyes.

But there is endless sadness in his eyes,

"Chief of Staff! Are you awake?" Sun Wei held Wu Feng's cold hand tightly and said excitedly,

Wu Feng took a few deep breaths and looked at Sun Wei.

"Fuck!...I had a...ridiculous dream!"

A sad smile appeared on Sun Wei's face.

"What kind of dream are you having?"

Wu Feng smiled lightly, but answered the question irrelevantly.

"Hehe..., tell the boss that I'm sorry...to him!"

His eyes slowly closed, his head tilted, and he was no longer able to breathe!

"Turning over!"

"chief of staff!"

Everyone in the tent burst into tears!

Its daybreak,

Sinanju,

The north bank of the Cheongcheon River Bridge,

Tanks, armored vehicles, trucks, and countless soldiers were crowded together.

Last night, the 66th Army and part of the 50th Army of the Volunteer Army, which were blocking the enemy in Yanzhou and Guicheng areas, launched a fierce counterattack against the enemy in front of them!

These people were the officers and soldiers of the U.S. 24th Infantry Division who retreated from the front battlefield overnight.

They looked tired and terrified, their uniforms were covered in dust and blood, and they held their weapons tightly in their hands as if they were their last straw.

When this disheveled team finally arrived at the Cheongcheon River Bridge, everyone was stunned.

The sight before them stunned them - the magnificent bridge that had originally spanned the river had actually broken into two pieces! Huge piers stretched across the river, and broken bridge wreckage was scattered all around, with some of it half hanging in the air and precarious.

Looking at the ruins of the broken bridge, the American soldiers were filled with despair and helplessness. They had thought that this bridge would be their escape route.

Leading them away from the war-torn front, but now, this hope was instantly shattered. Some soldiers began to curse in a low voice, complaining about the unfairness of fate; others stood there stupidly, at a loss.

This was of course Yin Xinjun's masterpiece last night. In the first half of the night, he messed up Sinanju and killed or wounded 60 to 70 percent of the enemy troops. The remaining enemies in Sinanju were forced to retreat into the city and dare not move!

In order to completely annihilate the enemy in Jiangbei!

In the second half of the night, he used 150mm heavy artillery to blow up the Cheongcheon River. It might be a pity, but Yin Xinjun didn't care at all. The engineering corps of the Volunteer Army was already equipped with the most advanced tread bridge!

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound in the sky, and dozens of planes flew over Sinanju!

On the ground, American soldiers were waving frantically. The air force finally came to support them. They were cheering one by one, feeling fortunate that they had finally escaped this horrible night!

Among the fleet, 8 P-51H fighters and 45 B24 heavy bombers swooped down towards the banks of the Cheongcheon River like falcons, drawing sharp silver tracks in the air.

The roar of the engines was deafening, mixed with the whistling of the propellers, weaving a web of death over the battlefield.

The pilots gripped the joysticks tightly, their eyes fixed on the target below - the enemy forces on the ground were already in chaos, and the soldiers were fleeing in panic.

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke rose from under the fuselage, and rockets whizzed out like arrows from a bow, exploding into balls of bloody flames among the enemy group.

Accompanied by shrill screams and continuous explosions, the entire north bank of the Cheongcheon River was shrouded in smoke and fire.

Immediately afterwards, the fighter planes began a new round of dives, machine gun bullets poured down like a rainstorm, and amidst the flying shells, the bodies and limbs of the enemy soldiers were lifted up by the air waves, drawing miserable arcs in the air.

The door of the B24 bomber opened, and dense bombs poured down, hitting the American troops with a roar of death.

"Boom!" The first bomb hit a truck full of ammunition. The flames of the explosion instantly engulfed dozens of American soldiers around it. The air waves tore their bodies into pieces. The broken limbs and arms were thrown high into the air with the explosion and scattered like rag dolls.

Then, bombs rained down, exploding in the crowd and vehicles one after another. A tank was hit directly, and its turret was blown off, smashing heavily on a group of soldiers who were trying to dodge, instantly crushing them into meat patties. Several soldiers around were blown away by the explosion and fell heavily on the rocks by the river, their brains bursting.

The whole scene was like a hellish hunt. The breath of death filled the air and the enemy's morale completely collapsed at this moment.

Today, the encirclement and blockade of the enemy forces on the north bank has been completed. The Chinese Air Force can finally come out in full force. They have been holding back for several days!

The 9th Air Division stationed in Tonghua, the 1st Air Division stationed in Andong, and the 3rd Air Division stationed in Yanji directly dispatched 11 AR96 reconnaissance aircraft, 92 J-1 fighters, 81 ME262 fighters, 86 P51 fighters, and 65 B24 heavy bombers in the first wave!

The focus of the first wave is to seize air superiority, and the target of attack is the enemy ground forces on both sides of the Cheongcheon River, especially Sinanju and Kaechon!

After half an hour,

The US military aircraft fleet was like a group of black crows, swooping down towards the Cheongcheon River area with great momentum.

This time, the U.S. military dispatched a total of 86 F-42 fighters and 84 F-32 fighter-bombers.

When the U.S. military aircraft arrived,

92 J-1 fighters have been divided into three groups, the left, the middle and the right, and they are rushing over! Because the J-1 fighters have a long range and a long time in the air, when other aircraft have already returned, the J-1 is still cruising in the sky above the Cheongcheon River!

When the J-1 fleet approached the US fleet, the pilots of both sides were highly alert. The J-1 quickly gained the advantage of high altitude with its excellent climbing performance. At the captain's command, the J-1 fleet swooped down from the high altitude like a tiger descending from a mountain, attacking the US aircraft.