In a nearly crazy shooting battle, the squad leader of the three platoons of the mixed company was shot three times. The bullets penetrated his body, and bright red blood sprayed on the hot ground behind him.
The squad leader vomited blood, and the hatred and anger in his eyes was locked on the Japanese pilot Kojima who was still laughing.
He has already fired the last bullet, and the result can only be known after two seconds.
He wants the bullets to fly for a while...
Ding ding ding!...Bang! Poof!...
A miracle happened. Just 1.8 seconds later, several bullets crossed a distance of more than 1,200 meters and hit the aircraft engine.
The engine smoked and stalled, and then two bullets hit the Japanese plane's propeller head-on. The propeller was broken after being hit, and the third bullet passed through the gap in the broken propeller.
The bullet penetrated the front windshield of the cockpit and hit Kojima directly between the eyebrows.
Kojima stared, as if it was hard to believe that this was true. But the stray bullet shot into his head as if it had eyes.
Xiaodao gradually lost consciousness, and the plane lost control and hit head-on 200 meters away from Yushan, causing a violent explosion.
A squad leader witnessed the explosion with his own eyes because the explosion was less than fifty meters away from him.
The heat wave hit, and the squad leader slowly fell down, showing a satisfied smile.
"Monitor! Monitor!"
At this time, ordinary soldiers were calling and running...
The squad leader heard it, but he couldn't respond.
He could only say a final farewell to his former comrades deep in his heart: Goodbye brother.
Boom! Boom!
The Japanese attacks did not stop because of this. They were still throwing bombs frantically at the Yushan position.
The airborne machine guns were also fired by them, and they fired at the soldiers on the ground.
The bullets penetrated the soldiers' bodies but could not penetrate their unyielding will. They dragged their injured bodies, and some of them jumped madly onto the trenches, just to shorten the distance between them and the little Japanese.
They roared angrily and risked their lives to fight the Japanese bombers and the enemy's aerial bombs.
At this moment, they didn't think about anything. If they exchanged one of their lives, or even ten of their lives, for a Japanese bomber, they would exchange it.
They are using their lives to compose an anti-Japanese war song!
"Come on, group, let us get in!"
Zhu Shengzhong couldn't stand it any longer. One by one, living people rushed out of the trenches amidst the enemy's bombing and fired wildly at the enemy's planes.
Some people were shot several times but never fell down. They seemed to have forgotten their own death!
Facing such a heroic Mixed Company, Zhu Shengzhong could not forgive himself, because it was his small report on the Mixed Company that caused the current situation.
The brothers of the 174th Division could not control their inner anger and asked for help one after another to join the battle, vowing to fight the Japanese invaders to the end!
They all looked at Dragon Boat Festival. They were all waiting for Dragon Boat Festival's order.
But the Dragon Boat Festival remained silent because the time had not yet come and because the Japanese aircraft had not consumed enough aerial bombs. By rushing out, they were not only making unnecessary sacrifices, but also disrupting the Dragon Boat Festival's deployment.
The Japanese bombing and shooting had lasted for twenty minutes. Dragon Boat Festival had to wait for the mixed company to persist for another twenty minutes.
He knew that after these twenty minutes, there was a high possibility that there would not be anyone left in the First Mixed Company. This was because he underestimated the little Japanese's air attack capability and the consciousness of the soldiers in the First Mixed Company.
Perhaps at the beginning, they were just trying to escape guilt and get the reward. But after the sacrifice of their comrades around them, they had forgotten all this.
There was only anger in their hearts, only endless anger burning in their bodies. They jumped out of the bunker that could save their lives not because they were stupid or crazy. It was because they wanted to shorten the distance between them and the Japanese planes.
The bravery of the soldiers made Duanwu's eyes full of mist. But he could not cry, because the tears were reserved for the enemy. He would make the Japanese army pay the price in blood.
He suddenly turned around and roared: "Do you think I am willing to watch a brother from a company being blown up to death by Japanese planes on the battlefield?
Their sacrifice is to ensure that our team still has fighting capacity. If we all die, what will happen to the enemies at the foot of the mountain? Who will stop them?"
Dragon Boat Festival's loud questioning silenced all the officers and soldiers present. However, the sobbing sounds gradually resounded through every corner of the jungle.
The bombing by Japanese aircraft continued, but the roars and machine gun fire from the positions became weaker and weaker.
At this time, after nearly thirty minutes of bombing, the entire mixed company had very little left.
The most severely damaged Nanshan position had six men left in the entire platoon, and there were eight more on the North Mountain. The main position also suffered heavy casualties. Including company commander Zhao Shitou, there were only seven men left.
Zhao Shitou was covered in blood and dirt. He was blown away by the bomb of the Japs. The wounds on his body were caused by the splash of stone and dirt at that time. Then he was buried under a large amount of dirt.
The platoon leader took his men to dig him out, but two of them were killed by another Japs bomb, and the platoon leader also lost an arm.
He was seriously injured, but he ordered others to dig out Zhao Shitou. Therefore, Zhao Shitou's body looked like a layer of mud covered with blood.
Zhao Shitou looked at the seriously injured platoon leader and asked him to go down and rest.
But a row of long ears were already deafened, and he only said four words: No need.
He knew the extent of his injuries. The fact that he was still alive and still standing here was entirely due to his strong will and deep hatred for the Japanese invaders.
He could no longer fight and could only hold the flagpole of the Blue Sky and White Sun Flag with his right hand.
He was using his body to act as a flagpole, so that the battle flag was still flying over Yushan Mountain.
They raised their faces and looked at the smoke filling the sky. The laughter of their comrades seemed to still be in their ears.
All of them were listening and feeling in their hearts. Even in their eyes, the figures of their former comrades appeared. They were looking at them from the sky, as if to say: We are gone, and the next task is
Over to you.
Zhao Shitou showed a silly smile and took out a crumpled cigarette case from the pocket of his coat covered with dirt.
The second squad leader in a row on the side also came over, licking his white and chapped lips, with a look of greed on his face.
Zhao Shitou wanted to give him one, but when he opened the cigarette box, he found that there was only one inside.
The twisted cigarette became a delicacy at this time. Zhao Shitou licked his lips and waved it in front of the second squad leader's eyes.
The second squad leader laughed because there was only one.
Zhao Shitou lit the cigarette and took a long puff. The smell of the cigarette was sucked into his respiratory tract, and then he blew out two smoke dragons from his nostrils.
After enjoying the smell of the cigarette, he handed the cigarette to the second squad leader, who nodded and thanked him.
But Zhao Shitou said: "Don't smoke it yourself, give me a bite."
The Lao Sun whom Zhao Shitou was talking about was the platoon leader. He lost an arm and half of his body was covered in blood. But he still stood up straight and held the flagpole in his hand to keep the battle flag from falling.
The second squad leader ran over and stuffed the cigarette into the platoon leader's mouth, but the platoon leader showed no reaction.
"Platoon leader?...Platoon leader,..."
The second squad leader called the platoon leader and realized something was wrong. The platoon leader had already left. But he did not fall down even after his death. He was like a bloody Shura, using his last remaining body to protect his country.
, my own brother!
The second squad leader called his platoon leader, his heart hurting like a knife.
At this moment, Zhao Shitou and the soldiers around him also shed heart-wrenching tears.
But the enemy will not have mercy, let alone the devil who is a notorious criminal.
After the Japanese bombers carried out two rounds of bombings, only the Third Flying Group still carried heavy bombs. They would conduct a final round of air strikes on Yushan and then return.
Someone once said that the mailboxes of Japanese bombers are like lunch boxes, and there is always not enough fuel. The bombing that lasted for nearly forty minutes has already made these little Japanese bombers somewhat unbearable.
The high-intensity operation made the Japanese aircraft's fuel tank feel as if a hole had been drilled. Therefore, they must end this battle of disparity in strength as soon as possible.
Two Japanese fighter jets roared over Yushan. They were conducting reconnaissance on ground targets.
Zhao Shitou yelled at this time: "Get ready to fight!"
The soldiers spread out and shot at the Japanese fighter planes. However, the Japanese fighter planes were very flexible and quickly lifted into the air after discovering the enemy's firepower point under the plane.
The fighter pilot reported to the commander of the flight wing: "Your Excellency, wing commander, although most of the enemy has been eliminated, there are still remaining enemies who are still stubbornly resisting."
"Baga! Two rounds of bombing have not killed all these hateful Chinese people. Give me the bombing of the third battalion. I will make the empire's bombs spread in every corner of the enemy's position."
"Hi!......"
The commander of the flight wing ordered the bombers of the third group to form in the air and dive down to prepare to drop bombs.
Duanwu had been staring at the Japs' plane, but when he saw the third group of Japs bombers roaring towards him, he picked up the walkie-talkie and called: "I don't care who you are, you must obey my orders now. Your first task is to fight."
Dropped six Japanese fighter planes and destroyed all the enemy's bombers."
"Sir, you are making things difficult for us. We only have two fighters. And the Japs' Type 97 fighter jets fly very fast. And they have thirty fighters. My God, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come.
Yes. Do you want us to give heads to the Japanese?"
What came from the other side of the intercom was actually English-sounding Chinese.
Duanwu had long heard that the other party was not Chinese. But there was no way, no matter whether he was Chinese or a foreigner, as long as he came and could complete his plan.
He sacrificed the life of a company soldier, not only to preserve his own strength, but also to annihilate the entire Japanese air force wing.
This is another crazy idea. With the help of two fighter planes, he actually wants to completely wipe out a Japanese flying wing. This is simply a fantasy.
But that’s what the Dragon Boat Festival did.
However, the two foreign pilots backed down after realizing that there were too many Japanese aircraft.
Fighter opportunities are fleeting, and Dragon Boat Festival cannot let such a thing happen. Otherwise, the sacrifice of one hundred and thirty-six soldiers in a mixed company will be just to exchange for the survival of the remaining soldiers.
He couldn't forgive himself, and he wouldn't allow this to happen.
And obviously these foreigners would not listen to his orders. He could only ask them to stay, otherwise his plan would be lost. And a company of soldiers would be sacrificed in vain.
At this time, his personal honor and disgrace no longer mattered. What mattered was that these two foreign pilots could stay and help him complete this battle.
He pleaded in English: "I don't know whether you are British or Americans. When you came to China, you must like China and love this land of China, right?
You are all friends of the Chinese people, and I beg you to stay and fight the Japanese army.
All my brothers in the company died in the Japanese bombing for this battle.
What do they do? What they do is use their lives to consume the enemy's ammunition.
Foreign brothers, the enemy's ammunition is running out, really running out.
Although they still have thirty planes, I will attract the attention of the Japanese on the ground. I will attract the firepower of all the Japanese planes to me. You only need to sneak attack the Japanese fighter jets.
I guarantee you that the Japanese army will not discover your sneak attack. Even if they discover it, it will be too late by then. As long as we destroy the six Japanese fighter planes, the remaining bombers will be just decorations.
You have to believe me, you don't have to destroy all the bombers. As long as they intercept them in the sky for twenty minutes, thirty minutes at most, their fuel will not be able to support their flight back to Shanghai Airport.
On behalf of all the defenders on the Yushan position, please, I beg you! Can you stay?
In this way, if you shoot down a Japanese aircraft, I will give you two gold bars. Two gold bars for one aircraft, and sixty gold bars for thirty aircraft. Think about it, after this battle, you will retire. Then you can go to your
Favorite Hawaii vacation.
Golden beaches, beauties in bikinis, think about it, think about the joy of happiness?..."
"Oh, oh, sir, sir, you really touched the hearts of us Americans. I have to admit, your English is very good.
But I have an additional condition: if we fall from the sky, you must catch us, otherwise we will become foreign devils and we will not let you go."
The American pilot fully agreed to Duanwu's request. He was moved by Duanwu's last words.
What he yearns for most is the golden beaches of Hawaii and the passionate bikini beauties there.
It's just that the consumption there is too high. When he was serving in the US military, their annual allowance could only be spent there for half a month.
But with sixty gold bars, it was different. He could spend a wonderful summer there with his friend Paul.
"You're crazy, my name is Brooke Finidi, you can call me Brooke. But don't call me Finidi, hahaha!"
Brooke finally said hello to Duanwu and then hung up the communication.
"mmp!"
After Duanwu hung up the intercom, he cursed because the other party actually knew about him. Maybe he deliberately said that he wanted to go back so that he could beg him.
But was the Dragon Boat Festival guess right?
That's right, Paul and Brooke are both retired American soldiers who brought flight instructors with them when the Chinese Hawker 3 fighter jets were sold in the United States. They were employed by the Nationalist Government as instructors and air force flight consultants.
So when Secretary-General Yang issued the order, these two veteran pilots naturally refused. The risk factor of this mission was too high, and it was a small defense battle for Yushan, so it was not worth the risk for them.
But Chinese pilots did not have the ability to fight head-on with the Japanese army.
Therefore, in order to allow these two American pilots to attack, Secretary-General Yang also used his words.
He personally went to the Fifth Flying Group and had an in-depth discussion with two people about the commander of this operation. He convinced them that this outstanding Chinese commander would not request air support for no reason.
When the two of them heard about Dragon Boat Festival's achievements and fighting style, they exclaimed that this was crazy.
So the madness of the Dragon Boat Festival stimulated the peripheral nerves of the two people. They drove two Hawker 3 fighter jets over.
They had been waiting for Duanwu's order and wanted to have a word with this crazy commander. But at that time, Duanwu's attention was all on the Japanese plane.
Brooke felt that he had been left out, so he pretended to give up his choice at the most critical moment and deceived the Dragon Boat Festival to incite excitement.
Think about it during the Dragon Boat Festival, grandma, when you fall from the sky, I will catch you with a roll, and I will catch you with a frying pan.
At this time, Xie Jinyuan asked: "Tuanzuo, what should we do next?"
"Prepare the oil pan."
Duanwu said subconsciously, Xie Jinyuan was stunned for a moment.
Duanwu also came to his senses at this time, patted Xie Jinyuan on the shoulder and said: "I am going to kill the donkey. Then you can help me sharpen the knife."
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Xie Jinyuan was speechless, because he had also heard the other party's sensational plea for Dragon Boat Festival just now.
He was thinking at that time, you two foreign devils are really looking for death. If you disobey orders on the battlefield, would it be strange if our regiment didn't kill you?
But at this moment, it seemed that his guess was absolutely correct. These two foreign devils were bound to be in bad luck, because Tuan Zuo had already planned to kill the donkey.
"Sun Shiyu!"
At this moment, Duanwu shouted. Sun Shiyu hurriedly ran over and said, "Tuan Zuo, what are your orders?"
Bring a few people to push out the 37 anti-tank guns, one for you and one for me, preparing to fight back and hit the Japanese planes.
"Tuanzu, this is too dangerous, should we find someone else to do it?"
Sun Shiyu refused because the Japanese army had thirty aircraft hovering over the Yushan position, but they only had two Type 37 anti-aircraft guns. This kind of combat pressure was no different from that of a mixed company, with a narrow escape from death.
"Don't talk nonsense. You and I are the best in the entire independent regiment. Who will do it if I don't do it? Obey the order, immediately! Immediately!..."
"yes!"
Duanwu's order is an absolute order. Although Xie Jinyuan, Zhu Shengzhong, Zhong Jiushan and others on the side are unwilling to let Duanwu fight, there is no way, because the entire independent regiment, or the artillery of the 174th Division, has no