Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 156

Chapter 156 Heavy Machine Gun VS Type 97 Fighter (please follow up)

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Amid Li Yunlong's roar, the 7.7mm bullets from the Type 92 heavy machine gun continued to sweep towards the Type 97 fighter jet that was in a dive attitude.

 For Commander Li, this is destined to be a battle of your death or mine, with no way out.

If he had known that the pilot of this enemy plane had intercepted the special agent company a few months ago, he would have been even more fanatical.

 Facing this sudden attack from the opposite side, Akiyama Haruta quickly made adjustments. He pulled the joystick, causing the fighter jet to leave the advance trajectory preset by Li Yunlong.

I have to say that at this point in time, the average strength of pilots in the small days is very good.

Whether it is the aviation force of the army or the navy, their combat experience and flight time are definitely among the best compared with the air forces of other countries.

After all, domestic resources were scarce in the early days, and high-tech gadgets like airplanes could only be developed by a small number of elitists. The top military officials believed in quality over quantity.

 Attempting to cultivate a group of soldiers who can defeat more with less through hell-like training. This kind of wishful thinking can only be attributed to the poor foundation of public aviation.

As long as the country is like Chou, if it can fly a plane to spray pesticides, then there will be no pilots available at the end of the war.

 The screen switches back to the battlefield.

 For Akiyama Haruta, attacking him with infantry weapons from the ground can definitely be regarded as a provocation.

In order to kill this desperate Eighth Route Army, he immediately adjusted his course and rushed towards Li Yunlong. The distance of several hundred meters did not take much time for a monoplane fighter.

This Japanese fighter maneuvered the fighter jet into a dive and licking the ground, and even started test firing early to modify the trajectory, as if he was going to kill him with one hit.

The two machine guns located on the nose of the Type 97 fighter jet emitted gun flames, and tracer bullets swept toward the heavy machine gun position like two long whips. The bullets splashed a large amount of soil and sand along the way.

 But in the end, Akiyama Haruta lost the duel. Several bullets hit the fighter's engine head-on.

The originally menacing aircraft immediately burst into flames. The fuselage began to shake uncontrollably and fell towards the left front at a depression angle of 30 degrees.

 Due to the weak protection of the Japanese aircraft, some bullets directly hit Akiyama Haruta.

At this time, this evil-doing devil was covered in blood, his whole person exuded an aura of despair, and his face showed an expression of extreme regret. This is not a confession of the wrong things I have done, but simply a feeling that I was too careless.

 Before he died, he looked at the sachet and the photos of his family hanging next to the dashboard.

 This was a gift given to him by his wife on the day he left the country, and it was also his only support during the war.

Just a second before death, Akiyama Haruta saw the word "win" tattooed on the sachet in a trance. Just one simple word seemed to bring this devil back to the day when he pledged his allegiance to Tian Locust.

The last trace of humanity awakened by death in his eyes completely disappeared, and he still tried to control the plane to crash into the machine gun position in a daze.

 “What a black card! Onboard!”

Just when Li Yunlong thought he might not have time to dodge, two sturdy figures rushed into the heavy machine gun position.

The two men grabbed the recruit's ammunition hand by the arm, and before the other party could react, they pulled him and ran away.

 The other one adjusted his posture directly during the sprint. After entering the position, he directly put his right shoulder on Li Yunlong's waist, and then took him away from the machine gun position like a piece of pork.

Just a few seconds later, the Type 97 fighter jet hit the ground hard, and the air wave generated by the explosion knocked the four people to the ground.

Before Captain Li could take a breath, Wei Dayong grabbed one of his legs and ran towards the bunker not far away, because the fighter group in the sky seemed to be attacking them again.

 For Asakawa Masaki, every fighter jet is a valuable asset, not to mention the loss of an excellent pilot.

　　When he saw his wingman being shot down, his mind was buzzing and he almost lost his mind.

This Japanese soldier's eyesight was splitting. He immediately picked up the communicator and roared an order for nearby aircrews to launch a retaliatory attack.

 But Zhao Gang would not let him get his wish, after all, the New Second Regiment did not have only one chief officer.

When the commander of his regiment, Fuhun, went to duel with the fighter jets, this political commissar with both civil and military skills took over the command of the entire regiment.

 After his reasonable arrangements, the firepower groups at the battalion and company level quickly set up light and heavy machine guns on the original positions, and even veterans with outstanding marksmanship were under unified command.

Seeing that the Japanese fighter jets were about to attack again, the comrades, led by the three battalion commanders, pulled the triggers on these enemy planes from multiple angles.

This barely considered dense air defense fire network successfully acted as a deterrent and drove away the fighter jets that were about to swoop down to lick the ground.

 After all, all the Japanese soldiers have seen the tragedy that happened to the team members just now. Now that the Eighth Route Army is more cautious and organized, they will be more or less hesitant.

By the time these fighters recovered, Li Yunlong and others had successfully reached a safe position.

Although the ammunition reserves have not been exhausted, the three regiments on Shinao Mountain have already made preparations. Using an aviation machine gun to lick the ground at this time is a very irrational choice.

Asakawa Masaki looked at the enemies on the ground with a sinister expression, as if he wanted to engrave their appearance in his heart.

“Everyone, follow me and go back to Taiyuan to prepare!”

"Without bombs, it would be difficult for us to cause any substantial damage to the enemy! Retreat!"

 After confirming that all the Japanese planes had completely left, the soldiers walked out of various bunkers and trenches and began to rescue their injured comrades and reinforce the destroyed positions.

 Looking at the rugged mountains, many soldiers were a little scared.

 Although the 25-kilogram aerial bomb can only be regarded as a junior among aerial bombs.

 But the explosive coefficient of these things is amazing, just like the 29th Independent Flying Group attacking Shi Nao Mountain this time. The Twelve Year Type No. 2 aerial bomb they used was loaded with 8.935KG of explosives.

If this amount of explosives were placed in the army, the corresponding power would definitely be a large-caliber heavy artillery of more than 120 mm.

Although Li Yunlong was rescued by his own guards, his posture was very undignified, which made him, who usually likes to show off, embarrassed.

“I said, monk, are you born in the year of the Ox? Why are you so honest?”

“I know you have good intentions, but can you tell me in advance? With that posture, people who don't know better would think you are a bandit who came down from the mountain to rob Mrs. Zhai.”

 “Look at my back! The clothes I was given out just last month are now completely torn!”

Facing the accusation from his regiment leader, Wei Dayong scratched his head in embarrassment. He explained to Li Yunlong:

 “Hey, I'm a monkey.”

“Captain, the situation was really urgent at that time. I thought that even if I lifted you up, you would definitely be faster than you could run by yourself.”

"And it was the political commissar who asked me to carry you and run away. I was just following orders. If you have any trouble, just go to the political commissar. I am innocent."

Hu Zi on the side also nodded in agreement. Although he knew that the two of them cared about him, Li Yunlong could only bluff and said for the sake of his own face:

“Don't think that I won't dare to deal with you as long as Political Commissar Zhao supports you!”

"I'm telling you! As soon as the gun fires, the whole regiment must listen to me! I am the military commander!"

At this moment, Zhao Gang, who was worried about his partner being injured, rushed to the scene. After hearing Li Yunlong's yelling, this sinister cultural man walked over quietly.

“Captain, you don't want to challenge the Japanese fighter jets by yourself, can you let our brigade commander know?”

“Old Li, how many times have I told you! You are a commander! Can you stop thinking about being a commando captain and stealing Zhang Dabiao's job?”

"The next battle! I will never let you leave the command post!" Hearing a familiar voice coming from behind him, Li Yunlong's arrogant expression immediately turned into that of a little daughter-in-law. He ignored Zhang Dabiao's thumbs up and said to his political commissar somewhat flatteringly:

"Hey, Lao Zhao, don't be angry, I know I was wrong. It won't be the same next time! It won't be the same next time! The situation was urgent. If something like this happens in the future, I will never get involved myself."

Forty-five minutes after completing the attack on Shi Nao Mountain, the 29th Independent Flying Group successfully returned to Taiyuan Airport.

On the way back, Asakawa became more and more angry as he thought about the battle. He attributed the failure of the first two attacks to the cooperation of the ground troops.

 The most difficult thing for him to accept was the third attack.

Obviously it was the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade that applied for air support, but in the end, only their army aviation rushed up. Where was the promised air-ground coordination?

In Asakawa Masaki's mind, if there were no infantry to contain the enemy, his wingmen would definitely be safe.

 Although their flying team not only failed to complete the mission, but even lost a pilot and a fighter jet, he could not bear the blame alone.

Thinking of this, the Japanese Major got on a three-wheeler.

He decided to take advantage of the time when the ground crew were reloading ammunition to go to the headquarters in Taiyuan City to report the results of the battle, while passing the blame to Katayama Shotarō.

 Twenty minutes later, Asakawa stumbled to the headquarters. Then he took a few deep breaths, put on a brave face, and walked towards the war conference room.

With that inexplicable aura, people who didn't know the truth thought he was going to board a Sakura fighter jet or launch a Kaiten torpedo.

At this time, the combat conference room of the First Army was still so depressing, as if a man-eating beast was coming out of the cage at any time.

Many staff dogs were sneaking around. They lowered their heads and peeked directly in front of the sand table from time to time. Yoshio Shinozuka was sitting there, the old devil holding his command sword with a very serious look on his face.

At this time, only Chief of Staff Kusuyama Hideyoshi dared to speak actively. He needed to summarize all kinds of intelligence and hand it to his commander.

“I really can't find the name of the chief of staff of the First Army, so I asked him to give it in advance.”

 A few hours ago, he was having a meeting at the headquarters of the North China Front Army. After learning that the entire Jin Province was under attack, he flew back overnight.

 After comparing several pieces of information, Kusuyama Hideyoshi began to play with the small flags on the sand table.

Compared to the early hours of yesterday morning, red flags representing the Eighth Route Army had almost filled the entire sand table. Nowhere on the Tongpu and Zhengtai Railways was safe.

There are very few empty flags representing the small days, and it seems that all the strongholds have been uprooted overnight.

 After finishing the work at hand, Kusuyama Hideyoshi's expression was a little stiff. He turned around and began to report the current summary of the war situation.

“Your Excellency Commander, as of half an hour ago, almost all the four railways in our occupied area were destroyed, and the Eighth Route Army captured a large number of stations and strongholds.”

“After statistics compiled by the staff overnight, the enemy dispatched at least fifty regiments this time. The specific number still needs to be verified by departments at all levels.”

“At present, except for the Eighth Route Army, other enemy forces in Jin Province have not taken action for the time being. The commander of the second theater has been as stable as a mountain, but the commander of the first theater frequently sends reconnaissance troops to operate near Jincheng.”

 After hearing these summaries, Yoshio Shinozuka said nothing. But the hand holding the handle of the knife creaked, reflecting his unquiet heart.

 Originally, he had three main divisions at his disposal, but the 36th, 37th, and 41st divisions all had their own tasks and were unable to come to support at this time.

 As a result, the forces he can use now are actually only a few mixed brigades and independent brigades.

However, this old devil is also a flexible person. Considering the importance of Zhengtai Road, he selected a few friendly troops last night who will definitely come to support him.

“Nanshan Sang, help me contact the Mongolian Army. Their armored brigade in the Suiyuan area has not been dispatched for too long.”

“By the way, let them send the 1st and 4th Cavalry Brigade over. We need troops with high mobility.”

“How is our material reserve situation? When will the four railways be opened to traffic?”

 The first two things are naturally not difficult for Chief of Staff Kusuyama Hideyoshi.

 But the last question, he really didn't want to answer. The old devil almost fainted when he read the maintenance plan given by the engineering team.

“It will take at least 18 months for all four railways to be restored to traffic.”

This result caused everyone in the war conference room to start whispering, but Yoshio Shinozuka waved his hand indifferently, and then said the harshest words in a calm tone.

"I will only give them one and a half months. If traffic cannot be restored by then, those people will be prepared to be loyal to the Locusts."

I don't know what happened, but the old devil suddenly saw Asakawa Masaki on the outermost edge, so he waved to him.

“Asakawkun, I hope you can bring me some good news. How is your flying team's mission going?”

After hearing the call, the Army Aviation Major immediately ran over.

 But the closer the distance between the two, the more oppression he felt. It was obviously a hot summer day, but Asakawa Masaki felt cold sweat starting to break out on his back.

In order to protect himself from anger, he could only use the ancestral skills from his childhood and lie about the military situation!

 Whether it is the army or the navy, the phenomenon of lying about the results of battles is widespread. Although this is not a policy, it has become a common practice.

 Lies will start from frontline officers and soldiers, and their superiors at all levels need this kind of water injection data. Not only will lying not be punished, but personnel at all levels can be rewarded for their meritorious service.

As a major who worked hard at the grassroots level, Asakawa Masaki knew that good news was needed at this time.

“Our 29th Independent Flying Group achieved a lot this time. We killed at least a thousand enemies in three sorties.”

“In order to expand the results, our team also launched a trial attack on the enemy's headquarters. Unfortunately, the results could not be determined due to the visibility.”

 Since the beginning of the battle, this is the only good news that Shinozuka Yoshio has heard. He forced an ugly smile and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Unfortunately, we have problems cooperating with the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade. Currently, Shi Nao Mountain is still under the control of the Eighth Route Army, and our team also lost an aircraft."

As soon as these words came out, Shinozuka Yoshio's old face turned red again. The loss of a plane and a pilot was no longer a trivial matter.

 In April this year, he put a lot of effort into replacing those old Type 95 fighter jets and even lost all light and heavy explosions.

Just when the old devil was about to ask for specific details, a communications soldier ran in with a telegram.

As if to prevent being beaten, the Japanese man carefully adjusted his appearance, fearing that he might accidentally offend the angry lieutenant general.

Moreover, this communications soldier was a thief. Instead of reading it out himself, he chose to hand the telegram to the chief of staff on the side.

Hideyoshi Kusuyama glanced at it casually and began to read aloud. The current situation could not be worse, and he was no longer afraid.

 “Commander! An urgent message has been sent from the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade.”

 But just after finishing the report, the chief of staff of the First Army immediately showed a shocked expression, and even made a sound of surprise because he could not accept the facts.

 At first, Yoshio Shinozuka was still thinking about how to counterattack next. When he heard the movement beside him, he immediately stood up and grabbed the telegram. The content above was not long, but every word was heartbreaking, making the old immortal's blood pressure soar.

“Our unit was attacked fiercely by the enemy in Shi Nao Mountain and has suffered heavy losses. The commander of the brigade, Katayama Shoutaro, has been shattered.”

 “Please ask the headquarters to provide tactical guidance.”

 After reading this telegram, Yoshio Shinozuka couldn't hold himself any longer. He pulled out his katana and slashed at the sand table in front of him.

 (End of this chapter)

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