The 17th Division Headquarters at Fululing. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the browser directly.\nCOM website to watch the fastest chapter updates)
"Tang Da Tuanzuo, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd? Please tell me quickly!" The white-haired commander of the 17th Division was watching the people arriving at his division headquarters through the path. He was not discussing the military situation but was still smiling and sipping tea.
Tang Dao was so anxious that he wanted to jump.
In the telegram two hours ago, he repeatedly stated to Tang Dao that even though the 39th Infantry Brigade was surrounded by two armies, it was by no means a fish on a eucalyptus board. It was up to the two armies to braise or steam it.
The Japanese army may not be able to provide ground support in the short term, but its huge air superiority gives the white-haired general a chill down his back just thinking about it.
In last year's Battle of Fululing, do you think that the 17th Division that swore to fight was a fool? The 20,000-strong army had geographical advantages but was defeated by more than 4,000 Japanese troops and suffered 8,000 battle losses. In addition to the Japanese army's advantage of artillery, there were more other factors.
Air superiority.
The Japanese planes flew down from high altitude one after another, firing wildly with their machine guns, and the bullets swept across the trenches. The blood and flesh flying everywhere in an instant was actually bearable, but when a 500-pound aerial bomb fell, the entire hilltop seemed to be on fire.
, the ending of an infantry platoon being wiped out in an instant is really heartbreaking for any commander.
His soldiers had to be raised by their parents for 18 years, but the Japanese only needed one bomb to wipe out the 18 years of hard work of 50 pairs of parents. How could he not feel pain?
Now, finally we have this situation. According to the white-haired general's idea, infantry should be quickly organized to besiege the 39th Infantry Brigade. Even if they cannot be eaten in one bite, the battle line must be infinitely close to the Japanese army. It is best to
The two armies were fighting together to avoid Japanese aircraft bombing.
He would rather his soldiers die in the flying bullets than watch them be torn into pieces by bombs dropped from high altitude by the Japanese army before firing a shot.
As a result, Tang Dao was lucky. He was not in a hurry to use infantry. The artillery bombarded them non-stop for two hours. He seemed to be relying on artillery shells to send thousands of Japanese invaders to see Amaterasu.
He also wanted to do this, but the key point was that the Japanese planes would never sit like this and watch thousands of their own people being annihilated! Especially, they could see Shimen, and there was no reason why the generals of the Japanese North China Front Army Headquarters couldn't see it.
I originally thought that Tang Dao, who took a small road to reach the 17th Division headquarters, would be eager to discuss the battle situation and formulate new tactics with me, but it turned out that this guy just wanted to drink the authentic yellow tea from Shaanxi Province.
Indeed, the 21st Division has been defeated, the 39th Infantry Brigade has been surrounded, and the originally dangerous defensive battle in Shandong has turned around. It is completely worthy of celebration, but we must first deal with the enemy in front of us before doing this!
The Japanese currently have a huge advantage and can accept this loss, but the current China Second Theater cannot throw away this fat duck that has reached its throat. Every time the Japanese army weakens by one point, the pressure on the defense lines in southern Shanxi and southeastern Shanxi will be greatly reduced.
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Seeing the white-haired general stamping his feet anxiously, Tang Dao put down the enamel jar with a smile, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: "Hey, Mr. Zhao, I don't mean to show off, I just want to be with you when I come here.
Stand on the top of this mountain and watch a fireworks show together!"
"Uh! This" the white-haired general was speechless.
I am not a reporter from Tantai Mingyue. Is it appropriate for you to be so romantic?
"There is a poem that says: The sunset is red on the towering Taihang Mountains, and the pines and waves sound loudly!" Tang Dao recited a poem seriously.
Xia Dayu looked at his parents with admiration. With his literary talent, he would have no problem teaching in the Chinese Department of Jinling University!
White-haired General: Let's stop showing off, okay, and let's talk about business! When it comes to writing poetry, I can beat you eighteen times.
"It is better to chase down the poor bandits with bravery, and not to be a famous scholar. If heaven is affectionate, heaven will also grow old. The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life!" Tang Dao looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.
Xia Dayu: Even though I don’t understand, he still looks very powerful. Jinling University will never tolerate our leader.
White-haired General: Damn it, this guy just flew straight up from the ground into the sky. Isn’t it a game of first suppressing and then ascending?
Also, what the hell are you looking at the sky for? There is no Company Commander Tantai Mingyue here, so why are you pretending?
"Mr. Zhao, look at the sky, I told you that there is more than a little surprise today." Tang Dao continued.
"In the sky?" The white-haired general looked at the blue sky and white clouds with a telescope for more than ten seconds, but he couldn't see the ugly Yin Mao.
After that, his expression changed drastically!
There was a faint roar of thunder in my ears!
For a general, that does not mean changing the situation!
That is the prelude to death!
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"Attention all air forces, maintain an altitude of 1,500 meters and maintain cruising speed!" A dark-faced and slightly thin young man sitting in the cockpit of the aircraft looked at the mountains below, picked up the wireless intercom and operated it in a not very standard way.
Said in northern dialect.
As the deputy chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force who is responsible for leading the team to receive Yin-15 fighters this time, Huang Xinrui is actually very happy.
The joy did not come from the fact that I, an overseas Chinese who had returned from the Anti-Japanese War, was valued by the superiors and was given such a high position, but that the Battle of Central China was in full swing, and Japanese planes came to provoke Jiangcheng, the important town in Central China, almost every day.
Since the beginning of June, the Chinese Air Force has lost more than 20 fighter planes, and the savings of the hundreds of fighters it has finally saved are about to be wiped out again. These 60 fighters are completely a timely help.
But now, the eyes of the deputy chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force, who graduated from Chilihi Aviation School in Los Angeles, USA, are full of worry.
The sudden military order caught the instructor, who was already a major in the Chinese Air Force, a little off guard. The first battle between him, his students, and the newly received batch of fighter planes was not over the central China area where heavy troops were gathered, but in the air.
North China, a little-known small battlefield.
Fululing? The navigation map in his hand didn't mark this location at all, but luckily there was Shimen, an important town just over 50 kilometers away, to provide direction guidance, so that the instructor would not lead the flight in the wrong direction.
What he is most worried about is not whether he will fly in the wrong direction and fail to arrive at the battlefield at the designated time, but that this time, except for the dozen or so squad leaders and aviation team captains who came to receive the fighter planes from him, they are all pilots with combat experience.
, the remaining 40 or so people are all his students.
The longest training time in the air will never exceed 400 hours!
That's because China lost too many outstanding pilots in the year-long battle. Even ace pilots like Le Yiqing, Gao Zhixing, Li Guizhou, and Liu Cuigang shed their blood in the sky and died for their country.
Just as Tokugawa Yumei said, China now needs planes but no planes, and it needs pilots but no pilots. It can only send flight cadets who have only been in training for less than one year to the battlefield.
Can they be qualified for this destined to be a head-to-head battle?
You must know that before he led the students to board the plane, the intelligence department had estimated that the number of fighter planes dispatched by the Japanese army might reach about 90.
Not to mention that his students had never seen this kind of scale of air combat, even he, as an instructor, had never experienced it.
"Instructor! Are you looking at my beautiful scenery of China? Why did it take you so long to say this?" A young voice suddenly sounded on the intercom.
"Yes! It is really spectacular to overlook the Yellow River from the air! The legendary towering Taihang is indeed magnificent enough. My motherland is really as beautiful as my grandfather said." A smile appeared on Huang Xinrui's face.
, picked up the intercom and replied.
Teachers always have a preference for outstanding students, and Huang Xinrui is the same!
The person who spoke had a strong Cantonese accent. He was from his hometown, and he was also one of the most outstanding students he had ever taught.
Shen Chonghai was born into the wealthy Shen family in Guangzhou. He graduated from Jinling University. He returned home just after graduation to serve his seriously ill father when the war broke out. He signed up to join the army at the end of December of that year and became a cadet at the Guangzhou Aviation School. He arrived in Hunan Province in April.
Central Aviation School for training!
He is extremely talented and has a strong sense of patriotism. He has only been in school for 3 months and has flown less than 200 hours. He has already become the best student in the aviation school. If he is given enough time, he will definitely become one who can rival the Four Heavenly Kings.
Ace pilot.
However, with the smile on his face, the worry in the eyes of the Chinese Air Force Major is getting stronger. Before he grows up, all excellence is just talk on paper. If such a good seedling dies in this battle, he will definitely regret it.
lifelong.
"Yes! Teacher, our mountains and rivers in China are so magnificent, how can we let them fall into the hands of the Japanese invaders! Please don't worry too much, teacher. As your students, we will live up to your expectations."
I'm just teaching you, but you have to fight hard!" Shen Chonghai's voice sounded through the intercom again.
"That's right, Instructor Huang, just look at it! We will definitely beat the Japanese devils like the seniors in the aviation school." Another young voice came from the intercom.
That voice came from a pilot named Chen Ping, who was very young and full of energy. Apart from the heavy training, he loved telling jokes the most. He was a well-known live treasure of the aviation brigade and the happy fruit of everyone.
He was already engaged, and his fiancée was his childhood sweetheart. According to Shen Chonghai, this boy must have been able to make girls laugh since he was a child, so he practiced this skill. However, Chen Ping accepted this evaluation proudly.
Because they were at high altitude and at cruising speed at this time, they only needed to maintain the rudder and throttle. The pilots were not so focused on the control. Perhaps they all sensed the worries in the instructor's brief words and expressed their concerns about participating in this event on the wireless communication public channel.
perspective and determination to fight.
"If they don't fight, what will they do as pilots?"
"It is their own choice to die in the blue sky, and they will never regret it!"
This is generally the view, and no one is retreating!
This is youth, China’s youth!
Huang Xinrui took a deep breath and glanced at the towering green mountains below the white clouds. The worry in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by determination.
Yes! As his students expressed, does he have a choice? Or, does China have a choice?
As a flight instructor, almost all of his pilots have a high school degree or above, and some even studied at the most famous universities in China. They are all elites of this era. However, as a Chinese soldier, Huang Xinrui knows better that in order to replenish troops,
Many army divisions have relaxed the age for joining the army, and many teenagers who are only fifteen or sixteen years old have already carried rifles that are longer than they are!
To win this war, China, whose economy and industry are lagging behind its opponents, has to devote everything it has, even if it means betting on the future of the entire country!
If not, perhaps the entire country and nation will no longer have a future.
The fleet of fighter planes that had not yet had time to paint the blue sky crossed the Yellow River, crossed the mountains, and continued to move forward amidst the roar of the leading fighter plane!
Two hundred kilometers away, a fleet of Japanese aircraft with sun flags spray-painted on their fuselages were also circling high in the sky.
They are not looking for a battlefield, but are gathering army aviation squadrons flying in from various airports.
The fleet has grown from 10 aircraft at the beginning, to 20 aircraft, to 30 aircraft, and finally to 74 aircraft!
Four fighter planes had to return due to flight malfunctions during the flight, including Captain Sazuaki, who was an aviation squadron leader.
Captain Zuo Zuomu's car had an engine failure a hundred kilometers after taking off from Baoding Airport. Thick white smoke dragged it for dozens of kilometers, and Captain Zuo Zuomu was forced to return.
Although Captain Zuo Zuomu, the "Lonely Star of Heavenly Evil", was not there to guide him this time, most of the Japanese pilots did not panic at all, especially when they arrived at the rendezvous point, it seemed that the entire sky was occupied by fighter planes, with more than 70 aircraft
The fighter fleet was the largest air force dispatched at one time since the Japanese Army entered the North China battlefield.
The huge number of aircraft fleets gave Japanese pilots great confidence. They believed that no matter how powerful the Chinese ground anti-aircraft firepower was this time, they would be wiped out by the tens of tons of bombs carried by the aircraft fleet.
You must know that each fighter plane will carry a 500-pound aerial bomb, and then 80-pound, 50-pound, and 30-pound aerial bombs will be mounted on the wings. The average bomb weight per fighter plane is more than 800 pounds.
The weight of such a bomb is enough to destroy a Chinese army brigade ground position, and even a mountain can be flattened.
But these Japanese pilots, who were full of confidence, may not have seen Captain Zuo Zuomu breathe a sigh of relief when he was allowed to return, otherwise they would definitely have their self-confidence compromised.
Captain Zuo Zuomu's air combat skills are average, but his life-saving skills and battlefield intuition are first-rate. Before he went out to the expedition, he had the opposite idea to his colleagues who had high morale. His intuition told him that he was very likely to arrive on the battlefield this time.
It is no longer as difficult as before to escape the catastrophe.
Therefore, no one knew that after the ground maintenance personnel inspected the aircraft, Captain Zuo Zuomu, who was also proficient in mechanics, actually made some small movements in the engine of his beloved car. It was not enough to stop the engine from working, and the power alone could not meet the combat needs.
That’s it.
Captain Zuo Zuomu's cunning operation can be called a textbook escape. No one can blame him, but he miraculously escaped from the battlefield again, and the other fighter planes malfunctioned and were forced to return. It was really pure luck.
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It happened that Captain Zuo Zuomu didn't stand out, and after the war, he was collectively known as the "Four Lucky Men" of the Provisional Aviation Corps!
Captain Zuo Zuomu was among the lucky ones by virtue of his own strength, but his 74 colleagues were not so lucky. They were equipped with various types of aerial bombs, their engines roared hard, and they were speeding at an altitude of 2,500 meters, as if
The menacing wasp came straight towards Fulu Ridge.
At an altitude of about 4,500 meters above the Fulu Ridge battlefield, Huang Xinrui also opened his eyes and tried hard to look down, but he could see nothing but a vast expanse of white clouds in his field of vision.
This air battle was ordered by the Supreme Command, and the confidentiality was extremely high. This was because the entire time from the two general commanders in the second theater sending a request to the commander issuing instructions to the fighter jets flying to the battlefield did not exceed 10 seconds.
Hours later, no espionage personnel could learn the news in such a short period of time. Naturally, the top brass of the Japanese North China Front would not be aware of it at all.
In order to ensure flight secrecy, the 60 fighter planes took off at 3 p.m. and flew 400 kilometers at a low altitude of 1,500 meters before jumping back to an altitude of 4,500 meters 200 kilometers away.
The previous low-altitude flight was because it was all within the Chinese area. Huang Xinrui needed to determine the correct heading of the aircraft formation through the position on the aeronautical map. When it was about 200 kilometers away from the battlefield, he had to hide the whereabouts of the aircraft fleet.
The dull roar of aircraft engines at an altitude of 4,500 meters is unavoidable, but it is enough to avoid human sight. No one knows which side these aircraft belong to. Even if the Japanese army hears them, they will only think that they are their own fighters.
After all, there have been no Chinese fighter jets in the skies over North China for half a year.
Huang Xinrui looked at the odometer that showed he had flown 600 kilometers. Calculating based on the mileage alone, he should have arrived at the battlefield.
But from a high altitude, the mountains looked the same, but there were too obvious differences. If he wanted to be sure, he had to lower his height to find the battlefield.
However, I don’t know if the Japanese aircraft have also arrived at the battlefield. If they haven’t arrived yet, whoever is at a lower altitude will definitely be passive at this time.
Even though the performance of their Yin-153 fighters is much better than the Type 96, the current main fighter of the Japanese army, on the battlefield, the performance of the aircraft cannot determine the outcome of the battle.
What's more, the Japanese army may dispatch 90 or more aircraft, while they only have 60.
What's more important is that this battle only lasts for 20 minutes at most. After this time, no matter how many Japanese planes are annihilated, they will not be able to return to the airport on the outskirts of Zhengcheng.
The Yin-153, which has a combat radius of up to 700 kilometers and is already considered China's most advanced fighter aircraft, will crash into the mountains of China due to lack of fuel.
As a leader, he cannot make any mistakes.
It’s a long story, but it just flashed through the mind of this major of the Chinese Air Force who died in the air battle in Chengdu three years later with one against three. In just a few seconds, Huang Xinrui made a decision.
Decide.
"Except for the 1st Air Force, which lowered its altitude to 2,500 meters with me, the rest of the Air Force continued to maintain an altitude of 4,500 meters, circling with a radius of five kilometers and waiting. All aircrafts should pay attention, search the battlefield and pay attention to the northeast direction. The Japanese aircraft will arrive from this direction.
Come."
Huang Xinrui certainly has his reasons for his decision. An altitude of 2,500 meters is the altitude at which single-engine fighters have the best cruising speed. Japanese Type-96 fighters are most likely to move at this altitude before arriving at the battlefield. If no Japanese aircraft are found at this altitude,
If there is no trace, then he will continue to leave 8 fighter planes cruising at this altitude to be on alert, and the remaining four will descend to search for the battlefield.
