Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

We can't bear the bombing here any longer. We must retreat! Retreat without hesitation.

Matsui no longer considered taking over the peaceful county town in front of him.

The rebels had obviously made preparations long ago. They were waiting for them here. This county town was the bait, which they used to attract the big fish, the 31st Regiment.

Now that the artillery squadron is finished, what's the point of fighting? Are we going to attack the county town under the Chinese artillery fire?

"Retreat! Give the order to retreat immediately!" Matsui thought of this and immediately gave the order to retreat.

It seems that the Chinese artillery fire is very fierce, but it is scattered over a defense line of several kilometers. If they want to abandon those more cumbersome heavy weapons at all costs.

They had every chance to leave, just as Matsui began to crawl slowly towards the rear in the shallow trench under the artillery fire.

"Aboard! Aboard!" Suddenly I heard cheers.

When Matsui heard the call, he was stunned for a moment, and then he heard a buzzing sound amid the rumbling of artillery fire!

Airplane! It was the sound of an airplane! The damn Army Air Force had finally appeared. Thinking of this, Matsui felt warm in his heart.

If only the Army Air Force's fighter planes could find the Chinese artillery positions and destroy them!

Then the 31st Regiment does have a chance to defeat these hateful Chinese in front of them.

Matsui lay on his back in the trench, watching the Imperial warhawks flying overhead.

In his mind, he seemed to see the scene of Chinese artillerymen seeing Imperial fighter planes flying over their heads and dropping aerial bombs.

Matsui couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and follow the direction of the fighter planes with his eyes. He wanted to witness with his own eyes those hateful Chinese people wailing in pain under the aerial bombs.

"Boom boom boom boom!" Black clouds began to appear near several Japanese fighter planes.

When several fighter planes saw these blooming black flowers, they seemed to be frightened and began to make large maneuvers in the hope of avoiding these blooming black flowers.

In the eyes of Matsui and others, the Imperial War Eagle, which was the pride of their hearts just now, was now fleeing in the air with its tail between its legs like a stray dog.

But one of the planes was finally hit on the tail by a shell, as if the tail of the plane was suddenly grabbed by something during flight.

Then the body began to spin uncontrollably at high speed, and fell down while spinning.

In the eyes of Matsui and others, the fighter pilot was struggling to open the canopy and was about to climb out of the cockpit to parachute.

But the fighter plane had already plunged to the ground.

With a loud bang, the fighter plane turned into a fireball above the ground.

"It's over! Let's go!" This time Matsui didn't hesitate any more and continued to run backwards without looking back.

Yes! When the fighter plane appeared, the artillery on the other side probably saw the fighter plane in the air, so they stopped firing and probably tried their best to evacuate and avoid the bombing.

Matsui and others seized the opportunity, stood up immediately and ran to the back. Soon he found several war horses running around in the temporary camp.

"Gee!" Matsui finally caught a warhorse and immediately jumped on it.

"Ouch! Shit!" The movement was too big and it pulled his balls! Matsui covered his dead penis with one hand, grabbed the reins with the other hand, clamped the horse's belly and shouted!

At this time, the anti-aircraft guns in the sky were still chasing the Japanese fighter planes scattered in the air. There were two anti-aircraft positions, one in the city and one outside the city. One of the six fighter planes had been destroyed.

Another plane had its wing damaged and was struggling in the air to fly eastwards, trailing thick black smoke.

The Japanese soldiers of the 31st Regiment began to retreat one after another, but they were much more diligent than their commander.

Although the shelling resumed, the obedience of the Japanese soldiers prevented them from abandoning their equipment.

Some heavy weapons cannot be taken away, and the two battalion commanders are much more responsible than their regiment commanders.

The captain of the corps was the son of an official family. He could abandon his men and run away, but as captains, it was impossible for the two of them to abandon their subordinates at will.

The rumbling sound of engines was heard, and more than a dozen steel chariots appeared in front of the Japanese positions.

"Oshima-kun! I'm counting on you!"

Lieutenant Colonel Masaki Yamada bowed deeply to his subordinates, then turned around and left without hesitation.

"Warriors of the Locust Nation! It is time to sacrifice your lives for His Majesty the Heavenly Locust!"

After saying this, Oshima's eyes showed an unprecedented fanaticism. He could finally devote himself to His Majesty.

"Load on board! Load on board!" The more than 200 Japanese soldiers behind him also followed Oshima in shouting fanatically.

As the tanks and hundreds of soldiers behind them got closer and closer to the Japanese positions, a series of bullets hit the front armor of the tanks from time to time.

The infantrymen following the tanks were so frightened that they quickly shrank behind the tanks to avoid being hit by the Japanese bullets.

"Boom, boom, boom." When they were close to 500 meters, the Japanese grenade launchers and mortars began firing shells.

The Japanese grenade thrower's shooting accuracy was still very high, and several grenades fell into the crowd behind the tank.

It took the lives of several National Salvation Army soldiers.

The short-barreled 75mm tank gun of the Type tank also began to fire grenades at the Japanese positions to fight back.

"Be careful not to show your head! Follow behind the tank! Watch out for the Japanese suicide squad, don't let them get close to the tank!"

The officer following the tank kept loudly reminding the soldiers behind him.

The 92mm infantry guns in Ping'an County had been pushed out of the city by the artillerymen at this moment, and the eight 8mm infantry guns became the main strike force to support the front line.

Elsewhere outside the city, the 105mm and 75mm French Miss guns continued to bombard the retreating Japanese forces.

The moment when 105 shells cut through the sky, it was like a giant silver dragon awakening in the darkness.

It was extremely fast, like a lightning that traveled through time and space, tearing through the obstruction of the air. The tail of the shell was burning with blazing flames, like the eyes of a giant dragon, flashing a cold and ruthless light.

As the shells sped away, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. This sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking everyone's heart.

The trajectory of the shell drew a long arc in the sky, as if it was going to tear the entire sky apart.

When the shells landed among the fleeing Japanese troops, fireballs exploded. Each shell carried enormous kinetic energy and destructive power. They drew long arcs in the air and then slammed into the ground.

Each explosion was accompanied by a deafening sound, like the wrath of Thor, shaking the entire battlefield.

The shock wave generated by the explosion overturned the surrounding objects, and dust and debris flew everywhere, covering the retreating soldiers of the 31st Regiment.

Faced with this sudden attack, they panicked and fled in all directions.

Some people tried to find shelter from the artillery fire, but the shells fell so densely and widely that they had nowhere to escape.

Almost every 105mm artillery shell that fell would take the lives of several or even dozens of Japanese soldiers.

During the Battle of Shanghai, the National Army in Luodian fought a desperate battle with the Japanese under such dense artillery fire. A single 105mm artillery shell almost wiped out an entire platoon.

After a 150mm shell hits, half of the company on the position will hardly survive (of course, this does not refer to the soldiers hiding in the anti-artillery caves).

Today we will let the Japanese have a good taste of what it feels like to be chased and bombed by heavy artillery.

Under the baptism of artillery fire, the Japanese retreating troops were dispersed and their morale dropped sharply.

The entire battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and smoke, which was suffocating.

Under the baptism of artillery fire, many dead and wounded Japanese soldiers were left on the battlefield. Their bodies and limbs were scattered on the battlefield, forming a tragic picture.