Anti-Japanese War: I have unlimited assistance

Chapter 477 Boom boom boom!!

Zhangjiakou.

In the early morning, the sky was a little light, and there was no cloud in the sky.

"Major General Takeda."

As soon as Takeda Isamu got up, a staff officer with the rank of major came over and reported respectfully.

"Just received a telegram from the North China Front Command."

"General Sugiyama Moto ordered us to go to Taiyuan Wusu Airport this morning to accept the command of Lieutenant General Shinozuka."

After a battle between the New 14st Regiment and the main force of the th Division in Heyuan County.

The 21st Flying Regiment severely damaged two artillery regiments and one tank regiment of the Eighth Route Army. Pictures reveal the truth.

Both Yoshio Shinozuka and Hajime Sugiyama recognized this achievement.

Of course, they had no choice but to admit it. If it weren't for these achievements, not only would Shinozuka Yoshio be dismissed, but even Sugiyama Moto would be in trouble.

And Takeda Isamu, the pig in the wind, was hailed as a once-in-a-century bombing genius of the Japanese army, and was promoted from colonel to major general.

Who would have thought that in less than half a year, he was promoted from a major to a major general like a rocket.

Today, the 21st Flying Regiment has three flying squadrons and one reconnaissance squadron, more than 3 aircraft and more than 1 pilots.

"Call General Sugiyama Moto immediately."

Takeda Yong said in high spirits: "At 21 o'clock this morning, the 1st Flying Regiment will take off for Taiyuan Wusu Airport. Please ask the st Army Headquarters to prepare for the reception."

"Also, immediately order the aircraft to be refueled and the mess hall to prepare meals."

"Hi."

The staff officer suddenly lowered his head, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Yoshi."

Takeda Isamu looked at the more than 70 planes on the runway with a proud expression.

In the past, when he led a flying squadron, he could rebuild a new regiment with seven artillery regiments and three tank regiments.

Because the Eighth Route Army was a regiment, but the tank and artillery units of the New 1st Regiment that were destroyed were at least at the regimental level.

Therefore, in order to distinguish them, the Japanese army classified the New 1st Regiment troops they destroyed as regiment level.

The 54th Flying Squadron, led by Takeda Isamu, severely damaged about an artillery division and a tank division of the Shin-ichi Regiment.

This record made Takeda Isamu an expert in the bombing world, and he was called the flower of famous generals together with mountain warfare expert Abe Nobuhide.

However, Takeda Isamu thinks that Abe Nobuhide is just a name. Are you worthy of being called the flower of famous generals together with himself?

Do you have a key?
How many do you have?

How many Eighth Route Army soldiers have you, Abe Nobuyuki, killed?
He led a flying squadron and destroyed an artillery division and a tank division of the Eighth Route Army!
Today, he leads a flying regiment with more than 70 aircraft and more than 100 elite pilots. He has sufficient strategic supplies such as bombs and fuel. His maintenance engineers are top-notch in his country, his ground crew is even more elite, and his logistical supplies are fully stocked.

Takeda Isamu was full of confidence that in future battles, he could at least severely damage the three artillery divisions and three tank divisions of the New 1st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army!

With his military achievements, he would be promoted to lieutenant general or even general, becoming the number one figure in the aviation industry of his brother country.

Norihide Abe?

A false name.

Li Yunlong?
Insert the mark and sell first.

Not worth mentioning.

……

To the west of Zhangjiakou Airport, 4.8 kilometers away from the airport, on a small hill.

The terrain here is not high, but the top is a large flat cone.

at this time.

The heavy mortar battalion's 36 120mm mortars were deployed in scattered positions, with all 36 muzzles pointing towards Zhangjiakou Airport.

Behind the gun position were neatly arranged, ammunition boxes piled up as high as a mountain.

Because of the long-term stability, the airport has never been attacked by guerrillas. The patrol team of Zhangjiakou Airport only patrols the area within three kilometers of the airport. Even the guards in the fortifications around the airport are still sleeping.

"Report to the battalion commander, all artillery positions are ready."

After the elevation angle of the last gun was adjusted, Yang Quanmin, the second company commander of the heavy mortar battalion, reported to Wang Chengzhu.

"Okay." Wang Chengzhu kept his eyes glued to the gun scope, observing the movements of the Japanese soldiers at Zhangjiakou Airport. When he saw the Japanese soldiers push the plane onto the runway, he lowered his raised hand again.

"Wait a moment."

The soldiers' hands were almost sore from holding the shells. A company commander came running over and asked anxiously, "Battalion Commander, why haven't you given the order to fire yet?"

This is enemy-occupied territory, and it's in the rear area. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it becomes.

"Why are you panicking?"

"Tell the soldiers to put down their shells."

Wang Chengzhu looked normal.

He had withdrawn the artillery observers.

God has helped a lot with the weather today. Standing on this mountain, you can see the airport with a telescope, and you can see it even more clearly with a gun telescope.

"Are you not going to bomb the Japanese airport anymore?"

The company commander asked.

"The Japs are refueling their planes. I guess they're about to go on a mission."

Wang Chengzhu smiled slightly.

The surrounding five kilometers are within the surveillance range. If any enemy approaches, it can be detected immediately. Wang Chengzhu is not panicked at all.

"Oh?" The eyes of the first and second company commanders lit up. They leaned over to observe behind the scissor-shaped artillery mirror and saw that the Japanese ground crew were refueling the plane. According to their experience in bombarding airports, the bombardment effect would be better if there were fuel and bombs in the Japanese planes.

About ten minutes later, the sky in the east turned red and the sun was about to rise from the horizon.

At this time, most of the Japanese planes had been refueled, but the Japanese pilots had not arrived yet.

"Prepare!"

Wang Chengzhu's expression suddenly became fierce, and he shouted loudly:
"One gun, test firing, fire!" In the heavy mortar formation, the gunner responsible for the test firing slid the mortar into the barrel.

As the shell slid down, the gunner turned around, bent down and covered his ears to avoid the shockwaves from the shell leaving the gun.

With a loud bang, a 16-kilogram shell drew a graceful arc in the air and fell towards the Japanese airport in Zhangjiakou.

Wang Chengzhu stared at the artillery scope with his eyes fixed, observing the impact point of the shell through the field of view of the artillery scope.

With an artillery range of nearly five kilometers and mortars of poor accuracy, it would be difficult even for Wang Chengzhu to accurately hit the target with the first shell without an artillery observer to provide guidance.

In the entire Eighth Route Army, only the master gunner Zhao Zhangcheng could do it.

However, the airport is a relatively large target and is covered by artillery fire.

There is no need for precise bombardment, just a preliminary test firing to ensure that most of the shells fall within the airport.

The power of the 120 heavy mortar high-explosive grenade is so terrifying.

The shell flashed across Wang Chengzhu's field of view, hitting the barbed wire fence at the edge of the airport and blowing a hole in it.

"Call a helicopter for help!"

Wang Chengzhu said loudly.

"Yes!"

Next to Wang Chengzhu, a communicator immediately picked up the radio and called.

"Add ** to the left, ** to the elevation!"

Wang Chengzhu calculated the firing parameters as quickly as possible and conveyed them to the artillery crew responsible for the test firing.

Time is life!
Once the artillery bombardment is launched, the enemy will inevitably discover the location of the artillery position, send troops to attack, and even bombard this side.

The gunner quickly adjusted the shooting parameters, and the gunner in charge of firing loaded a high-explosive grenade equipped with a percussion fuse into the barrel.

"Tum!!"

After a muffled sound, the gunner skillfully bent down and covered his ears to avoid the shockwave.

Wang Chengzhu kept his eyes glued to the gun scope. After he recalculated the firing parameters, he found that the shell had landed in the formation of the Japanese aircraft, overturning one of the planes and causing the high-grade aviation fuel in the plane's fuel tank to explode.

Inside the airport, flames shot up into the sky in an instant!

"All of them."

Under the expectant eyes of the elite artillerymen, Wang Chengzhu slowly raised his right hand:

"preparation!"

"put!"

The next second, thirty-six elite gunners simultaneously put down the 16-kilogram shells in their hands. As the shells fell, the gunners knelt on one knee, bent over and covered their ears.

In an instant, thirty-six projectiles equipped with explosive fuses and RDX gunpowder flew towards Zhangjiakou Airport at high speed with a terrifying scream that cut through the air.

At this moment, the sound of the explosion of the second test-fired shell came rumbling over.

Wang Chengzhu turned the telescope and looked towards the cafeteria and dormitory on the other side of the airport.

A large group of Japanese pilots in light yellow flight suits were rushing towards the main runway in panic.

Wang Chengzhu sneered, "Isn't it a little late to save the plane now?"

……

at the same time.

Zhangjiakou Airport.

The explosion was deafening, flames shot into the sky, and a large group of pilots rushed to the planes to either put out the fire or try to take off.

The Japanese guards inside the airport were in a panic.

Because they had not encountered any battles or attacks for a long time, these Japanese devils were somewhat unprepared.

If you are careless in guarding against it, you will have to pay the price.

"Enemy attack."

The captain of the Japanese army who was in charge of guarding the airport ran out of the dormitory and saw several planes on fire. He felt like the sky was falling. Without even having time to put on his uniform, he shouted loudly:

"Baga, quickly find the enemy position."

The loss of these planes is enough to get him dismissed. If the loss is greater, he might have to commit seppuku.

Following the order of the Japanese captain, the Japanese soldiers in charge of guarding climbed up the watchtower and observed everywhere with binoculars.

"The enemy artillery position is on the hill to the west, five kilometers from the airport."

A sentry quickly reported the situation to the Japanese captain.

The Japanese captain was furious: "Baga, assemble the troops, the 3rd Squadron will be responsible for putting out the fire, and the 2nd and 3rd Squadrons will attack the enemy artillery positions!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese guards quickly assembled, and the Japanese battalion commander also quickly made a phone call to request tactical guidance from Brigadier General Abe Nobuhide of the 2nd Independent Mixed Brigade of the Japanese Army stationed in Zhangjiakou.

"My plane!"

At this time, among the crowd of pilots rushing towards the main runway, Major General Isamu Takeda was furious as he watched the planes being destroyed not far away.

"Boom boom boom!"

The enemy's artillery bombardment was fierce, with rounds of artillery fire falling one after another, with dozens of shells falling in each round. Suddenly, a dense and huge cloud of explosion smoke rose in the airport.

The first group of more than 30 pilots who rushed over were engulfed by shells and fire.

The powerful shells destroyed the runway, and the huge crater also destroyed the airport, making it impossible for planes to take off.

However, there were still some planes on the runway that had not been blown up.

At this time, the shelling slowed down.

"We can still rescue it."

With red eyes, Takeda Isamu led the second group of pilots and rushed towards the main runway several hundred meters away at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

(End of this chapter)