Episode 47 The Legend of the Three Qin Dynasties (5) was born
At Princess Liaoyang Mansion, Xiang Xiaoqiang had a fever last night. By noon on the 25th, the fever had subsided and he felt better. He got up, ate some nutritious porridge from the kitchen, then leaned on the wheelchair and let Hu Jiong
Push yourself to the center of the courtyard to get some air.
According to past experience with viral colds, this is only a temporary improvement. The fever will last for at least two days, followed by a protracted cough. This is the current state of Shi Shigege. In addition, according to experience, the fever will temporarily subside during the day, but at night, it will always
The fever will start again. So he needs to seize the time during the day and come out for some air. Otherwise, he will go crazy if he is like Fourteen Gege and lies in the room for several days.
When Hu Jiong pushed him through the front hall, Xiang Xiaoqiang saw the telephone. He suddenly wanted to know what was going on at the front line, so he asked Hu Jiong to get through the phone call to the headquarters.
During the phone call, he fully learned about the changes in the battle situation that night and morning. Then, he received the latest information reported to him by his stomach ache - the Longmen Floating Bridge had not been blown up yet, and the Taihang Mountain Column was fighting fiercely with the garrison! It was even more terrible.
What's more, the air control there is in other people's hands!
The importance of the pontoon can be easily understood even with Xiang Xiaoqiang's burned-out head.
However, Xiang Xiaoqiang’s own opinion is that “the head is so burnt that it makes people laugh.” What he doesn’t know is that after a person has a fever, the brain has been “baptized” and will be clearer and respond faster than usual.
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"What?" Xiang Xiaoqiang asked curiously, "Their only way is to speed up the advance of the Sixth Division? Is there nothing else?"
Stomachache said on the other end of the phone:
"Sir...then what else can be done?"
"Where's our plane?"
"Sir," he said sadly with a stomachache, "our nearest airport is Zhengzhou Airport, which is exactly three hundred kilometers from Longmen... Qingjun Airport is only more than ninety kilometers from there..."
"So there's nothing we can do?"
"By the way, sir, Gensheng said that he has ordered the Sixth Division to speed up its advance. Once it passes Tongguan, he will immediately ask the engineering battalion to choose a place to urgently build a field airport. If it is quick, it may be used tomorrow morning..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang almost lost his temper:
"Tomorrow morning? Nonsense, if we can wait until tomorrow morning, we might as well continue to push west this afternoon and capture Xianyang Airport! That is a regiment-level airport, much better than a temporary battlefield airport! Don't talk about tomorrow morning, so far
We will see the results later! Either we have successfully entered Shanxi, or someone has blocked the bridge and successfully prevented us from entering Shanxi!... That guy in Guangwu must be risking his life to increase the number of troops in Shanxi! Damn it, the Longmen Floating Bridge... This is related to
The question is who will occupy Shanxi!"
"Sir...then...there is no other way except for the vanguard of the Sixth Division to speed up their advance..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang pondered for a moment and confirmed:
"So, the distance from Zhengzhou to Longmen is more than 300 kilometers, so our fighter jets are useless?"
"Yes, sir."
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled sinisterly and just said:
"Where is Commander Li? Ask him to answer the phone."
"Which Commander Li?"
"Li Guoliang, commander of Army Aviation."
"Ah...it doesn't seem to be here. Please wait a moment, sir. I'll ask a staff officer to look for you."
"Well, hurry up. If you find it, come back to me."
When he went to see Li Guoliang because of his stomachache, Xiang Xiaoqiang made another call to the People's Guard Equipment and Training Department. Then he made a long-distance call to Sichuan Jiuselu Company.
As soon as I hung up the phone, the phone rang again. It was Li Gensheng calling from the headquarters, reporting to him that the leading troops of the People's Guard had passed Hangu Pass and were advancing towards Tongguan.
Then, Li Guoliang also answered the phone. Xiang Xiaoqiang gave him some instructions, asking him to order Zhengzhou Airport to prepare for several "special guests."
After the arrangements were made, Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at his watch. It happened to be two o'clock in the afternoon.
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At 4:30 in the afternoon, on the Longmen Floating Bridge, a bloody battle between the guerrillas and the Qing garrison was going on. The Qing Zhebie fighter jets swooped down and fired round after round. With each round of firing, at least two or three guerrillas were killed or seriously injured.
.More than a dozen fighter jets from this squadron take turns to take the field. When they are short of fuel, they go back to refuel, and then fly over again... There are always 4-6 fighter jets with sufficient fuel in the sky above the gantry pontoon.
Since the beginning of the war, the Qing Air Force has truly become proud and proud, and has firmly grasped the air superiority. Although the objects of their prestige are only dozens of guerrillas on the ground. Not only do these dozens of guerrillas not
They had anti-aircraft weapons, and they didn't even have enough bullets. Otherwise, with their six light machine guns, they wouldn't be able to shoot down the plane, but at least they would make these Qing pilots feel seriously threatened.
There are only fifty guerrillas left who can fight. The number of Qing troops surrounding the dock has reached thousands. And the fastest armored reconnaissance company of the Ming army has just arrived at Qiachuan Town, 60 kilometers away in the south.
It will take nearly two hours to arrive. As for the light tank battalion, mechanized infantry battalion and air defense company behind, it will take at least three to four hours to arrive.
According to the current situation, the guerrillas guarding the pontoon bridge will be completely wiped out before reinforcements arrive.
The attacking Qing army officers also understood that they were competing for time. They had to take down the pontoon bridge and blow it up within an hour or two, otherwise once the Ming army tanks came, no matter how many people they had with their own bad troops,
They will also disperse in a hurry.
Suddenly, everyone heard a roar amidst the gunfire like fried beans.
People on the ground suddenly understood something, and they all raised their heads and looked at the sky. In the distance to the northeast, there were already more than a dozen black outlines of aircraft in the sky. They were very close, and they could clearly see that they were large twin-engine aircraft.
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The gunfire on the ground gradually became sparse. People on both sides raised their heads and looked at the large plane approaching overhead. They didn't know what it meant. But both sides knew that they must be coming for the battle on the ground.
A dozen large planes flew very low and the sound was deafening. They roared and passed overhead, and then there was a sharp sound cutting through the air overhead, and they watched helplessly as a large string of bombs fell.
There was a series of big explosions that shook the earth and the mountains. More than a dozen smoke pillars exploded on the dock. Then the smoke pillars turned into water pillars and the bombs were thrown into the Yellow River.
Around the pontoon, six or seven tall water columns suddenly rose up one after another. The pontoon swayed left and right in the waves.
On the guerrilla positions, corpses were strewn all over the field. The inside and outside of more than a dozen large bomb craters were covered with blood and mutilated body parts and internal organs. Amidst the smoke and burnt smell, screams were endless.
The guerrillas who crawled out from the pile of dead bodies shook the dirt off their heads and looked around blankly. They suddenly discovered that there were less than twenty brothers alive on the battlefield.
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The Qing troops on the opposite side were cheering non-stop and shaking their hats at the bombers in the sky. Although there were dozens of them who rushed too close and were killed by bombs, their morale was still greatly stimulated.
This is the "Dark Cloud" bomber squadron sent by Guangwu from the north. While supporting the battle on the pier, they will also try to blow up the pontoon bridge.
Guangwu originally did not plan to send bombers. This is because dive bombers should do this kind of work, but the Qing army does not have dive bombers. Using horizontal bombers to blow up things like pontoons will get half the result with half the effort, and it is not necessarily possible to hit one accurately in an afternoon.
.Supporting ground combat, that is even more misguided. It is equivalent to covering both sides with indiscriminate artillery fire. It would be good to have an exchange ratio of 1:1.
But then Guangwu thought about it again, what about indiscriminate fire coverage? Those garrison divisions are bad troops, what's the pity. At such a critical moment, not to mention the garrison division, even the Eight Banners Division, that should be covered.
Covered. It’s true that it hurts morale, but because
If you can't blow up the pontoon bridge and lose Shanxi, morale cannot be restored. A single bombing kills hundreds of people, but if you can kill a hundred guerrillas with the lives of a hundred Qing soldiers, the entire guerrilla army will be destroyed.
Although the Qing army was destroyed, there were still hundreds of Qing troops and they were still able to blow up the pontoon bridge.
After much thought, he decided that this was the best way. Therefore, he ordered the air force of the Beijing-Tianjin Defense Circle to send a squadron of Dark Cloud bombers to bomb the Longmen Floating Bridge and the dock area.
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Pier position.
The dozen or so guerrillas who were still alive had entered their final tragic moment. Looking at the rising water columns on the Yellow River behind them, the pontoon bridge swinging unsteadily between the water columns, and the shouting and rushing Qing soldiers in front of them, ten of them were stunned.
Several guerrillas were not prepared to live.
They further reduced their position and only defended a small area at the head of the bridge. More than ten meters away, the Qing soldiers had stepped on the bodies of the fallen soldiers, jumped into the bomb crater, used the crater as a bunker, and fired in this direction.
After a round of bombing, both sides had large craters as bunkers, and the battle line was relatively fixed. With the craters in place, the Qing soldiers were less interested in rushing forward.
A dozen guerrillas were also squatting in the crater, aiming their shots carefully, trying to get a headshot.
At this point, even if they turn around and run up the pontoon bridge in an attempt to cross the Yellow River and retreat to the other side, they will never be able to run across the long pontoon bridge. The Qing army on the opposite side is now so close that a dozen or so of them will not reach half the distance.
All were beaten to death.
Each of them knew very well that they were going to die.
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"Brothers, why are you all mute? Sing!"
A team member shouted loudly.
More than a dozen team members responded suddenly, and the solemn and high-pitched war song sounded again on the battlefield:
"We are all sharpshooters, every bullet kills an enemy! We are all flying..."
“Woo——Boom!!!”
As soon as I sang the word "fly", I saw a large plane dragging fire and thick smoke, and fell to the Qing army's position, sending up huge fireballs and thick smoke. Bombs were dropped one after another before they could be dropped.
The explosion shook the ground and destroyed dozens of Qing troops.
The guerrillas were all stunned. The Qing soldiers on the opposite side were also stunned.
They all fell to the ground, then slowly raised their heads and looked at the sky.
In the sky, there were already three planes dragging long smoke and crashing in several directions. Two were Jebie fighter jets and one was a Wuyun bomber. Immediately afterwards, another Wuyun bomber burst into flames and crashed. A few seconds later, another
A Jebie fighter jet exploded in the sky. The fireball dispersed and the fragments fell to the ground in pieces, all ignited and trailing smoke, like a blooming chrysanthemum or festive fireworks.
In the middle of this chaos, there are four monoplane fighter jets that are particularly eye-catching. They seem to have not been painted yet, and their silver-white all-metal fuselages are shining in the sun. Flames are spraying from both sides, and they are flying "up" at extremely fast speeds.
"Jump down" and kill a plane in a few seconds. It's like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
At this time, everyone on earth and in heaven was stunned.
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"Kingfisher appears! Kingfisher appears!!...Protect the bombers! Protect the bombers!......Ah!!!"
On the radio in the sky, the Qing bomber pilots shouted in terror, pushing the control sticks desperately and running away. The screams of the pilots being shot could be heard endlessly.
"They're killing us!! Protect the bombers! Protect the bombers! What the hell are you doing for food!!!"
The Jebie fighter pilots also cursed at each other, with panic in their voices:
"You are so fucking blind! Your kingfisher looks like this! This is not a fucking kingfisher!"
"How can a kingfisher be so fast!"
"Did you see it? Those planes have no landing gear at all!"
"The nose of the plane is still sharp!"
"Damn, where did they fly here from? Such a long voyage!"
"Xianyang Airport is lost?"
In a dark cloud bomber, the Qing army machine gunner watched helplessly as the "silver fighter" on the opposite side rushed toward him with flashing tongues of flame. Several large white spots appeared on the glass, and then there was a burning sensation on his chest and shoulders, and blood spurted out.
"Ah...!!" He screamed, rolled back into the cabin, and howled, "Help... ah... I saw that guy's face... a high nose, he is a foreigner... a foreigner
Old man..."
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On the airwaves on another channel, an older voice spoke nervously in blunt Chinese:
"Young men, you must protect your planes... They can't make any mistakes and they can't be shot down... This actual combat test came a little early, but I don't want them to fall into the hands of the Beiqing as soon as they leave the laboratory.
Especially this long-range model with an auxiliary fuel tank... You guys, please protect me, I'm just an engineer, and you guys are test pilots..."
Several other young voices laughed:
"Old sir, don't worry..."
"I don't think it's necessary. We can kill them all soon..."