Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

Chapter 135

The crackling sound of gunfire rang out again.

Those Japanese soldiers who were fleeing frantically could not escape the bullets at all.

Four tanks were also in the charge and were directly smashed into scrap metal.

The Japanese soldiers wanted to run away in the tank, but they couldn't escape at all.

The Type 59 tanks directly crushed these tiny tanks and ran over the Japanese tanks.

The Japanese soldiers in the tanks never thought that the tanks above their heads were like toys and could not withstand a single blow.

These little Japanese devils can't run away or escape.

The tanks simply crushed all of their small tanks into flat pieces.

None of the Japanese soldiers in the tank escaped, and all of them were crushed into meat paste.

The entire battle lasted less than 20 minutes, and none of the Japanese soldiers escaped.

All the Japanese soldiers were either blown to death or burned to death.

"Brothers, don't stop to rest the people and the vehicles. We must reach Taiyuan tomorrow morning no matter what."

The reason why Ling Yunzhi made such a decision was because he had rushed to Taiyuan. Even if Shinozuka Yoshio knew that his Western Route Army had been wiped out, he would not be able to react in time to make deployments.

Soon, the logistics support vehicle rushed to the front.

The logistics support vehicle cooked while rushing forward.

There is still one day from now to Taiyuan.

The three meals a day are what the logistics support vehicle must prepare.

Ling Yunzhi knew that only by ensuring that all the brothers had good food could they fight well, and no brother should be allowed to go hungry.

Just at this moment, several planes from the airport flew over their heads.

Ling Yunzhi looked up at the sky.

"These guys in our Air Force can't hold back any longer."

"Contact the Air Force and have them fly to Taiyuan City first to harass these little devils."

"Bomb these little devils."

"Let these little devils take care of themselves."

"No matter how much success the bombing can achieve, the purpose is to make these little devils run for their lives."

Soon, the ground troops and the aircraft in the air established contact.

Thanks to the use of the Russians' communication equipment, Ling Yunzhi can communicate with the planes in the air in real time.

"Brigade Commander, our aviation brigade is waiting for your orders at any time."

"You guys go to Taiyuan at a very low altitude and do something for me."

“Remember, safety first.

If we can blow up the anti-aircraft guns around them, it will be a great achievement."

The Japanese army has rarely been equipped with anti-aircraft guns.

These Japanese devils believed that China had no air force, so there was little point in equipping it with anti-aircraft guns.

Anti-aircraft guns were not the main type of gun developed by the Japanese military industry.

So until the end of World War II, the Japanese anti-aircraft guns were completely useless.

These Japs' anti-aircraft artillery is too backward.

Later, when Ling Yunzhi's planes harassed the Japanese every now and then, the Japanese transferred dozens of anti-aircraft guns from the rear.

These anti-aircraft guns are simply garbage compared to the four-barrel anti-aircraft guns produced by the Russians.

"Don't worry, Brigade Commander. It's just a matter of attacking the Japanese anti-aircraft guns. We can easily capture them with these planes." Gao Zhihang said with a smile.

"Don't be careless. This time you are trying to attract the attention of the Japanese First Army Headquarters."

"I see. Commander, just take a good look at it, right?"

These planes flew at low altitude and headed straight towards Taiyuan.

Half an hour later, the plane arrived outside Taiyuan.

The Japs, the anti-aircraft artillery position, the Japs are still lazy.

For these Japanese anti-aircraft artillery, they had no idea that the war was about to break out.

"We anti-aircraft artillery soldiers can only stay here. We have no chance to go to the battlefield and kill the Chinese."

"I really envy the other branches of the military. The main force has already headed straight for the base of the Tubalu."

"A 25-man army. The good days of these Eighth Route Army soldiers are over."

"When will we be able to go to the battlefield and kill the Chinese?"

"I guess there's no such opportunity. It's pretty good for us to stay in the back."

These Japanese devils gathered in groups of three or four to smoke and play cards.

No one realized the danger was coming.

The sound of aircraft engines could be heard in the air, but the Japanese still did not realize the danger was coming.

"It sounds like an airplane engine."

A Japanese soldier was looking into the distance while holding a poker in his hand.

"Kawamoto, don't play any tricks. You don't even have the cards we want to see."

"That's right, you've used this trick several times."

In order to prevent the cards in their hands from being seen, the other Japanese soldiers quickly covered the cards in their hands.

"The Tubalu are now unable to take care of themselves. They have several planes, but there is no way these planes can fly here now."

"I think we have already taken down all the Tubalu airports."

"The good days of these Tubalu are over. They can no longer expect to run rampant in our territory."

At this moment, Kawamoto suddenly saw several Yak fighters appearing on the horizon.

"Bagaya Road, Chinese... Chinese planes."

Kawamoto was so scared that he quickly got up from the ground and threw the cards in his hand to the ground.

"Kawamoto, you are such an interesting guy. You seem to be here just to watch our rehearsal."

"Isn't it just to win the game? Do you think it's necessary to do this?"

"Why not let you take a look?"

The other Japanese soldiers thought that Kawamoto was acting.

Just at this moment, bullets came shooting over.

The bullets from the 12.7mm heavy machine guns and 7.62mm heavy machine guns equipped on the Accord fighter flew over like raindrops, and many Japanese soldiers were directly smashed to pieces.

Seeing large groups of Japanese soldiers being smashed to pieces, with broken limbs and arms scattered everywhere, the other Japanese soldiers then realized that the Eighth Route Army's air force had really arrived.

"The Bajialu Tubalu are here. They are attacking us by surprise."

"Sound the battle alert."

"Let's fight this bunch of idiots."

"Hurry up and fire the guns."

The Japanese soldiers only realized the seriousness of the problem at this time. They quickly dropped the playing cards in their hands and ran towards the anti-aircraft guns for their lives.

Gao Zhihang, when they saw that all the Japanese were not near the high-handed cannon, they were extremely happy.

"Aim at the Japs' expert cannons and shoot them hard."

Several Japanese soldiers ran towards a Sanlianzhuang anti-aircraft gun.

This type of anti-aircraft gun was removed from a Japanese naval warship.

The Japanese's three-barrel anti-aircraft gun required more than a dozen people to operate at the same time.

This type of anti-aircraft gun fires a small amount of ammunition and has even less power.

Before these dozen or so Japanese soldiers had time to load their guns, a string of bullets fired at them, killing more than half of them on the spot. The Japanese anti-aircraft guns were covered in blood and minced meat.

The Japanese devils screamed in agony.