A group of little Japanese soldiers looked at the planes hovering in the sky. The originally harsh roar became extremely pleasant. The little Japanese soldiers on the city wall kept waving their hands.
Jiro Ikeda looked at the plane in the sky and was still wondering, was this a plane taking off from Yuncheng Airport? Why didn't Yuncheng Airport have air support in advance?
Ikeda Jiro picked up the telescope and looked at it. After repeated confirmation, it was indeed his own plane. His dull mood seemed to be injected with live water. He cheered with the soldiers without caring about the face of his commander.
"Okay, Takeda-kun, organize your troops immediately. Once the flying team launches a bombing campaign on the Eighth Route Army positions outside the city, order the troops to attack immediately and defeat them!" Jiro Ikeda said excitedly. He had even thought of being bombed by aerial bombs.
, the scene of the Eighth Route Army troops outside the city with no bones left.
"Hi!" Takeda Ryuhei bowed his head and responded.
The plane hovered in the sky for about ten minutes. The little Japanese in the city thought they would be given more time to assemble their troops. Except for the Japanese soldiers guarding the inner city, the rest of the Japanese and puppet troops were heading in their respective directions as if they had been given blood.
The outer city of the city gathered and stood by.
As everyone knows, these ten minutes are the last time Zhou Weihan specially left for the Japanese and puppet troops in the city.
When the time came, the ten aircraft belonging to the flying team were divided into four formations, four fighter jets flew towards the south, and three bombers and reconnaissance planes each formed three groups and flew towards the other three directions.
The soldiers of the independent detachment hiding in the first position were about 700 to 800 meters away from Changzhi City. Compared with the excited Japanese troops on top of the city, the soldiers suppressed their inner excitement and just raised their heads and watched.
Planes in the sky.
In the flight formation on the north side, as the pilot of the reconnaissance plane at the front of the row made a gesture to the bomber next to it, shook its wings, and then dived down, sending out an attack signal, and a bomber behind it followed closely.
The Japanese Type 97 dive bomber is a light bomber and was one of the main dive bombers of the Japanese Army Air Force during World War II.
There are two 7.7mm machine guns in the nose and one 7.7mm machine gun in the rear, which can carry 400 kilograms of aerial bombs.
The Type 97 fighter jet has two 7.7mm machine guns and can carry four 25kg aerial bombs.
Until then, the little Japanese saw the plane swooping towards him and thought it was going to bomb the Eighth Route Army's position.
Even though the distance between the two sides was only seven or eight hundred meters, the little Japanese had full confidence in their own pilots.
The reconnaissance aircraft that was the lead before rotated its fuselage and traveled from east to west along the direction of the Changzhi City wall fortifications.
The height dropped to about a thousand meters, and suddenly the two heavy machine guns on board the reconnaissance plane sprayed out two tongues of flame, sweeping towards the Japanese and puppet troops at the city gate.
The Japanese and puppet troops who had been gathered together suddenly suffered a disaster. The 7.7mm bullets ruthlessly tore the little devil's short body into pieces, leaving him no time to panic.
The pilot on the following bomber saw that the altitude on the instrument panel was almost the same and immediately pressed the switch to release aerial bombs.
A 25-kilogram aerial bomb hanging on the fuselage immediately detached and flew toward the downward direction.
Although Changzhi City is large, it only takes a few seconds for a reconnaissance plane to sweep through the assembled Japanese and puppet troops.
Seeing the aerial bombs falling towards them, many little devils who reacted very quickly tried to run away from the crowd.
The "Boom" aerial bomb was falling among the crowd. As soon as it made contact with the ground, the fuse on it was triggered, and the Changzhi city wall where the explosion was heard shook.
Even the soldiers of the independent detachment in the fortifications outside the city were grinning and enduring the deafening explosions of aerial bombs.
The little devil near the explosion was directly swallowed up by the fire, and his broken limbs were flying in the air.
At this time, who cares that you are the commander? Jiro Ikeda watched the troops gathered in front of him running toward him.
Immediately, I felt a red light in front of my eyes, my body felt light, and then I lost consciousness.
Although the Japanese and puppet troops a little further away seemed not to be harmed, their internal organs had already been shattered by the powerful air waves.
Looking at the tragedy below, the pilot on the bomber showed no sign of mercy. He sneered and continued to drop aerial bombs into densely populated areas.
Eight aerial bombs were dropped in a row, turning the area near the north city gate into a sea of flames. The city wall was blown down, and it was like a hell on earth, devouring all living life.
Seeing that the bombing effect was almost complete, the remaining eight aerial bombs on the bomber were not dropped, but instead used aerial machine guns to shoot at the surviving personnel on the ground.
The mid-load performance of the Little Devil's aircraft is really poor. Even the Type 97 heavy bomber can only carry about one ton of aerial bombs, which is not at the same level as the aircraft of Lao America and Lao Maozi.
The remaining three directions of Changzhi City are still in a miserable state. There are no anti-aircraft machine guns deployed in Changzhi City at all, and the effective range of the Type 92 heavy machine guns deployed in the city wall fortifications is only about 800 meters.
It has adequate performance against ground troops, but it is a fool's errand to pose a threat to aircraft in the sky.
In the rear headquarters, Zhou Weihan observed the battle situation ahead with a telescope, while the battalions on the front line also continuously summarized the battle situation through telegrams.
"Okay, okay, I understand, I'll ask for instructions right now!" Xing Zhiguo hung up the phone with a click.
"Old Zhou, the First Regiment, and the Second Regiment all reported that the enemy in the outer city of Changzhi was outnumbered by our planes' bombings, and requested to launch a general attack!" Xing Zhiguo said excitedly.
Not to mention that the chief of staff, Xing Zhiguo, could not bear the excitement in his heart. Every one of the participating troops wanted to go into the city to see the miserable situation of the little Japs.
"Pass my order and all regiments and battalions launch a full-scale general attack!"
As soon as the general attack order was issued, soldiers from four directions rushed towards Changzhi City like a tide. Without any waste of strength, they crossed the collapsed city wall and successfully occupied the outer city wall of Changzhi.
Looking around, I saw that the area that had just been bombed was scorched black, and the city wall made of blue bricks was still radiating residual heat. There was no sign of life near the explosion point of the aerial bomb.
"Good boy, instructor, the little devil has been blown up!" A soldier smacked his tongue.
"Let me tell you, the power of aerial bombs is enough to melt steel, not to mention the human body. Stop inking, comrades, take down the inner city in one go!" the instructor waved and shouted.
Just as the infantrymen were occupying the outer city, the flight team's planes flew towards the inner city.
On the way to support, the more than 300 expatriate escorts organized by Jiro Ikeda were wiped out by a wave of aerial bombs. The heavy supply squadron that remained in the fortifications of the inner city of Changzhi did not last long.
