Chapter 319: White Bone Sensing

The attack in Shanghai was not favorable, and it was always a shame that Fujita, the commander of the Third Division of the Island Army, entered.

Zheng Yong, the opponent he and his Fifth Division are facing this time is Zheng Yong again!

Shanghai's persistence caused the empire's army to lose its troops; here, the empire's Pride 16th Division and the Guoqi Detachment suffered a devastating blow.

All of this is an eternal shame to the Imperial Army!

Now, the same opponent stood in front of him again.

Chief of Staff Hiroji Yamamoto's evaluation of Zheng Yong Fujita believes that it is extremely correct.

"This man's nerves are always made of steel and will never be defeated by difficulties, casualties and injuries. He is like a poisonous snake foraging, quiet, stoic, and full of patience, but once the prey appears, he will bite it quickly and mercilessly at the deadliest place of the prey..."

Now, who is the prey of this "venomous snake"?

Do you and the Third Division yourself?

Fujita Min shook his head slightly, unlikely.

The Sixth Division directly confronted the Chinese army. Judging from the defense adjustment and deployment of the Chinese army over the past period, it is obvious that the target of the Chinese army is the Sixth Division.

"Yes, it must be the Sixth Division." Chief of Staff Hiroji Yamamoto's words interrupted Fujita's thoughts.

"Once the Chinese army attacks our Third Division, the adjacent Sakagaki Seishiro Fifth Division will be able to quickly reinforce, echoing from beginning to end, putting the Chinese army in an unfavorable situation of fighting on both sides. With Zheng Yong's character, he would never do such a stupid thing..."

After putting away his thoughts, Fujita nodded slightly.

"Yes, I have ordered the Xiaokou United to maintain an attacking position. Once the Chinese army launches an attack on the Sixth Division, the Xiaokou United can quickly reinforce..."

"Actually, I still don't agree with launching an attack under such circumstances." Hiroji Yamamoto pondered.

"We only have three divisions here, and it seems a bit difficult to break the Chinese defense line. We must see that although the Chinese army has a huge gap in soldiers' quality and equipment, after several victories, their morale is now at its peak.

In my opinion, the empire should concentrate a large amount of forces, maintain at least about 300,000 troops, engage in a battle with the Third War Zone of China, and defeat the living forces of the Third War Zone in one fell swoop. The division commander, dispersing troops will only give Zheng Yong, who is good at seizing opportunities, a chance to break them..."

Fujita smiled.

The chief of staff himself admires him very much. He is calm, good at judging and thinking, and will not sometimes appear impulsive like other imperial officers. Such a person is very suitable for himself and his third division.

Unfortunately, he was never the kind of officer favored by the empire, which has a lot to do with his previous position on war.

"This is the headquarters' business. We can suggest it, but we have no right to change anything." Fujita Jin sighed softly.

"Yamamoto, I admire your enthusiasm for the empire and your understanding of war, but sometimes you seem out of place with the empire's soldiers, which has caused you to be unable to get rapid promotion. I think it is very suitable for you to master a division alone..."

Hiroji Yamamoto smiled bitterly.

"As long as you can win and completely conquer China, I will be willing to do so. However, most of the officers of the Empire are too fanatical, which is quite unfavorable for the holy war. You must look at the Chinese people calmly, not all of them are soldiers who are willing to surrender..."

He knew this very well when he was in Manchuria.

Hundreds of thousands of Northeast Army fled Manchuria in a hurry, but a small army refused to give up after death, creating a miracle that was unbelievable in Hiroji Yamamoto's eyes.

This time, I met this powerful opponent again. Will he continue to create miracles this time...

"This military operation is code-named 'Sun Wu'." Zheng Yong put down the pen in his hand.

"Mr. Fang Zhen, judging from the current situation of the enemy and us, it is obviously impossible to continue to wipe out a division of Japanese pirates, but there is still some confidence in destroying and destroying the troops and teams therein."

"A total of 12 new reinforcements, including several divisions of the Sichuan Army, have arrived." Jiang Baili took a sip of tea and cleared his throat and said.

"At present, we have arrived around the front battlefield, and the troops available in our hands have reached 37 divisions. In terms of military strength alone, we have recovered some vitality. The biggest mistake made by the island people is that they have never gathered their troops and fought with me."

"But they will notice this sooner or later." Zheng Yong said lightly.

"At that time, it will be the most difficult and darkest period of my third war zone. In the past, we always said that to break through a city, we had to use ten times the force, but now we have turned around. We must use three times the force of the island army to resist the attack of the island army."

Jiang Baili smiled bitterly.

"A general's success has led to thousands of bones... Looking around, there are white bones everywhere, and the loyal souls of martyrs are everywhere. In another few decades, the names of these martyrs will be forgotten one by one..."

"Including you and mine." Zheng Yong said with a smile.

"When the peace era comes, people will not remember the soldiers who sacrificed to defend the country. Some historians will become very interested in our casualties. They will question whether we have such a great sacrifice in exchange for a victory, whether it is worth it or not, and how much significance is..."

Jiang Baili was stunned there, he could not understand the meaning of Zheng Yong's words.

How could such a thing happen?

They sacrificed their lives for the country and sacrificed their blood for the nation. They were fighting with the islanders with real swords and guns. How could anyone question them? At least in the present moment, it was simply incredible.

Zheng Yong did not explain too much. This happened a long time later...

The air raid sir was sounded, and the island army's air raid came again.

Zheng Yong saw a series of Chinese war eagles quickly taking off to fight against the island army.

During this period, the two sides not only fought desperately on the ground, but also carried out the most violent strangulation in the air at all times.

The gap between the two sides soon emerged.

The planes lost by the island army can be quickly replenished, while Chinese fighter jets can often see such a scene.

A seriously injured war eagle, the Chinese pilots on it were still trying hard to control the plane, bent on making the war eagle land on the ground.

They don't care about their lives, but don't want the precious plane to crash. Maybe when it comes to the ground, the plane is repaired and said it can't go to the sky again...

As the loss increases, the air superiority of the China Air Force is disappearing bit by bit.

A large number of planes crashed, and a large number of excellent pilots completed their final mission in the sky. They tried their best to make the country's airspace.

If it weren't for the arrival of Soviet aid supplies, perhaps all the planes that were rampant in the air would have been from islanders.

The air battle was over, six Chinese fighter jets flying into the sky could never come back, and two fighter jets stumbled and barely landed at the airport.

Wang Yiheng came out of it. The snow-white scarf was already covered with stains and blood, and there were small holes burned by fire everywhere.

"Airplane! Airplane! Save my plane first!"

Wang Yiheng, who was hoarse, shouted desperately.

When he was in the Northeast, Wang Yiheng, who lived an elegant life, had a very romantic atmosphere, and had serious sissy behavior, was gone.

The Air Force officer in front of him now had a flushed face, his face and arms were smoked black, his hair was messy, and his eyes were filled with bloodshots of fear of people.

"Bastard, you kid is back alive this time?"

Liu Yidao came to Wang Yiheng's side with a big breath.

"Die? You're not dead, I'll kill you!" Wang Yiheng opened his mouth and said a series of swear words.

"Oh, Lao Wang, you are not like this." Liu Yidao touched his body for a long time, but he didn't take out a cigarette: "You can't throw away your noble character. This scolding sounds so ugly, it doesn't look like a noble..."

"Get out! How far is it for me to get out!" Wang Yiheng cursed angrily.

"master!"

Guo Chao appeared in front of Wang Yiheng in a scream: "Master, I killed another one this time, including this is the sixth plane I have killed."

"It's done, boy!" Before Wang Yiheng could speak, Liu Yidao glanced at his eyes and said.

"It turns out that a famous teacher is a great disciple. Boy, we have to celebrate. You can treat you to add some dishes tonight..."

Wang Yiheng shook his head and said, "I said pig slaughter, we have today or tomorrow. Who knows if we can get down next time we go up next time? I don't understand, why do you always value money so seriously? Is it interesting? We are dead, and there is not even a person who burns paper money in front of the grave."

"I'm happy, do you care?" Liu Yidao gave him a blank look.

"Even if I die now, I will be happy when Master Hell thinks that we are a rich man. I will tell you, when the war is over, we will go to the countryside to buy dozens of acres of land and become a rich man?"

Guo Chao smiled and watched the two of them quarrel, but he couldn't even interfere.

These two people seem to be born enemies and rivals, and they don’t feel energetic every day if they talk a few words every day.

These are the three aces in the third war zone, and they have all gathered here. If the Northeast is included, there are at least more than 30 enemy aircraft captured by the three of them.

This record will continue, and more enemy planes will be destroyed by them, but they know better than anyone else that one day their planes will fall from the air.

There is nothing to regret. They are already content. They have maintained the dignity of the Chinese Air Force.

In fact, every Chinese soldier, army, infantry, and armored soldier has decided to leave their lives on this battlefield since the first day they stepped onto the battlefield...
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