The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Huge 114mm rockets fell from the sky one after another like a rainstorm, quickly covering more than 100 Japanese soldiers who had just stepped out of the rainforest and entered the open area.

The earth exploded like a boiling bucket of popcorn.

The dirt and branches blown apart by the shock wave crackled and flew everywhere, and the orange flames were like volcanic lava gushing out from the ground, instantly engulfing everything around the explosion point.

A young Fuso soldier was thrown into the air by the impact of the explosion before he could react. His body rolled in the air like a rag doll, and finally fell heavily to the ground, his shattered body scattered in a pool of blood.

The continuous and deafening explosions made the Japanese soldiers dizzy and dazed. They felt that the entire earth beneath them was shaking and groaning.

An elderly sergeant screamed, trying to command the soldiers to retreat, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the next wave of explosions. He had just pointed forward when the explosion behind him sent him flying, his body half-disappearing in the sea of ​​fire, leaving only a burning arm hanging limply on the ground.

Dust, mud, and the blood and flesh of the Japanese soldiers mixed together and filled the air, like hell. Many Japanese recruits fled in terror, their faces filled with despair and fear.

A soldier panicked and jumped into a large crater, trying to avoid the bombardment, because the veterans said that it was rare for shells to fall into the same crater twice on the battlefield. But before he could relax, a rocket accurately hit the crater again, landing in front of him, and blew him into pieces as he screamed in fear.

The explosions and screams gradually died down. The surviving Japanese soldiers stared blankly at the horrific scene before them, as if their souls had been completely lost in that instant. Their comrades were torn into countless pieces before their eyes, blood splattered all over the muddy ground, and corpses lay scattered on the ground like torn sacks, mercilessly discarded.

Lieutenant Kido was lucky enough to have only a few wounds from the flying shrapnel and gravel. Although he was bleeding profusely, at least he was still alive.

He twitched his nose and could smell the strong smell of gunpowder and burning flesh in the air, as if the whole world had been swallowed up by the purgatory of red lotus fire.

Lieutenant Kido ignored the pain and quickly got up and reached out to check his body. After confirming that he had no fatal injuries, he walked over to the recruits and probed their noses.

No breathing at all.

Although these stupid recruits did not have any fatal external injuries, their chests were pressed against the ground, and the shock waves generated by the explosion were transmitted to their internal organs. Lieutenant Kido estimated that their chests were almost like the sausages captured from the John people, full of minced meat.

"By the grace of Amaterasu, have the Johns brought in a heavy artillery regiment?"

In just a few minutes, this team of nearly a hundred people was completely destroyed, and the open land on the edge of the rainforest was turned into a slaughterhouse by the Sherman Organ's rocket fire.

Kido stumbled back into the rainforest and no longer had the courage to move towards the airport.

The covering bombardment of 80 rockets fired in one breath not only stunned all the John soldiers and soldiers of the independent battalion present, but also stunned the Japanese pilots in the sky.

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These pilots have a wider field of vision in the sky and are naturally more aware of the tragic situation of their friendly forces on the ground.

"It's a multiple-barreled cannon! We have to blow that guy up, otherwise the infantry on the ground will never be able to rush up." The pilot of the lead plane shouted on the radio.

In 2942, the stingy Japanese army finally decided to equip their aircraft with radios.

The quality of the semiconductor was not very good, and the other pilots could only hear the captain's intermittent and vague voice.

"Sakaki reports that all the bombs have been dropped."

"Shanze reports, 2 50-volume bombs remaining."

"Ono reports that all the bombs have been dropped."

Hearing these answers, the captain angrily slapped the cockpit.

These new pilots who had received emergency training after the war against the Bald Eagle were very inexperienced and actually dropped all their bombs in a single dive.

The captain moved the joystick sideways, making the plane roll slightly so that he could observe the ground through the canopy more easily.

He noticed that the flanking troops on the east and west sides of the airport were now leaving the cover of the rainforest and were still trying to advance towards the airport despite the threat of artillery fire.

He can only rely on himself.

Thinking of this, he gave the order:

"Yamazawa, follow me and attack that multi-barreled cannon. Sakaki and Ono, go strafe the anti-aircraft positions and don't let them interfere with my bombing."

"Hi."x3

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"Boom, boom." Explosions continued to sound in the airport.

Major Changpu Xin commanded the Japanese artillery to set up four Type 94 90mm light mortars at the edge of the rainforest to bombard the airport, covering the squads that appeared from the east and west sides of the airport to carry out flanking attacks.

Several Vickers water-cooled heavy machine guns that were firing into the air saw more and more shit-yellow Japanese soldiers emerging from the rainforest on the east and west sides, and had to switch back to ground firing, greatly reducing their anti-aircraft firepower.

"Move, make this big guy move quickly." Zhang Chi shouted anxiously in the Sherman Organ Tank, completely ignoring the system kill prompts that were frantically flashing on the lower right corner of his vision.

Now his attention was completely on the two Japanese planes diving towards his tanks.

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"Two enemy planes, direction 230, altitude 1600, fire."

Under the command of the gun crew leader, the 40mm Bofors anti-aircraft gun was madly pouring fire at the Japanese planes in the sky.

In order to avoid the fire from the Bofors, the Japanese flight team leader had to change the dive direction with his wingman many times.

Unexpectedly, during this process, the novice wingman, Shanze, made an operational error and crashed into the gun line of the Bofors anti-aircraft gun. His Type 97 light bomber was immediately turned into a fireball by the 40mm high-explosive bomb, and then disintegrated in mid-air while burning.

Before the anti-aircraft artillery crew on the ground could celebrate, a 90mm mortar shell suddenly landed near the anti-aircraft gun.

Major Wentworth's act of putting his weapons into storage and letting his horse roam the mountains finally brought him disastrous consequences. Flying shrapnel penetrated the gaps between the sparsely placed sandbags, killing the first and second gunners, and the remaining members of the artillery crew, including the team leader, were all injured.

The anti-aircraft fire was immediately interrupted, leaving only the two M2HB heavy machine guns at the rear of the LVTA-1 amphibious tank on the river bank still fighting with the planes of Sakaki and Ono in the sky.

"It's a black card, load on board!" The team leader didn't care whether the ballast in the rear seat agreed to load on board or not, and pushed the joystick hard, diving towards the Sherman Organ Tank that was moving in an S shape.

Zhang Chi: My life is over.

If a kamikaze attack plane dived down with a 200-kilogram bomb and hit the target, Zhang Chi felt that he would be no different from a can of meat in an iron container.

(Note: From the backseat gunners of the dive attack aircraft era to the backseat radar officers of the F-14 Tomcat, pilots have always felt a great sense of superiority towards the member who sits in the back seat but is not responsible for flying the aircraft.)