my bright sword career

Chapter 447 Vomiting
Since its inception, the Liantai militia has followed the principle of supremacy of firepower. The recruits were told on the first day of training that on the battlefield, if you can use bullets to destroy the enemy, you should never use bayonets, and if you can use cannonballs, you should not use bullets.

With such guiding principles and Gao Hongming’s almost unlimited supply of ammunition, the Liantai militia, from the officers to the soldiers, never knew what frugality was. Very much the American soldiers of later generations.

Needless to say the benefits of this style of play, the Liantai militia has been established for more than two years, and it is this style of play that made the Japanese army in Shanxi lose their temper, but the shortcomings of this style of play are also obvious, that is, they are extremely dependent on logistics.

Just like it is now, the [-]th Battalion took down the three lines of defense of the Japanese army in one breath with fierce firepower, but the price was to wipe out all the ammunition they carried with them. Now, except for a small number of riflemen, those armed with automatic weapons Almost all the soldiers in the army had knocked out all the ammunition they carried, and could only watch helplessly as the Japanese reinforcements came over.

"Battalion commander... what should we do?" A soldier asked.

Leihu gritted his teeth. The artillery battalion had already told him that their ammunition was exhausted, and the ammunition truck would arrive at the fastest in 10 minutes, but they still had 10 minutes. Thinking of this, he took the lead He drew out the pistol at his waist and shouted loudly: "Everyone obey my order, mount the bayonet!"

"Rub... rub... rub..."

Accompanied by the endless sound of metal clashing, the soldiers all picked up their rifles, and many soldiers also threw away the MP40 submachine guns in their hands and picked up the [-]-type rifles scattered in the trenches or drew out their engineering shovels.

"Brothers...everyone with me..."

"Buzzing..."

Before Leihu finished speaking, there was a low humming sound in the sky, and the originally clear sky began to turn a little dark.

Looking up, a group of planes covering the sky and the sun are flying towards them.

Soon, the communicator with the radio on his back stumbled over and handed him a microphone: "Battalion Commander... Battalion Commander...the formation of the air fleet wants to talk to you."

"Hey, hello... I'm Lei Xianghe, commander of the Ninth Battalion, please tell me if you have anything to say!"

Soon, a young voice sounded in the microphone: "I am Major Xue Shaogong, the commander of the fourth temporary brigade of the bombing formation. I have been ordered by the regiment to support you. Do you need any help now?"

"Major Xue, I believe you have seen our situation. The attack just now has exhausted the ammunition we carried, and now the devils have launched a counterattack at the alliance level. If you don't come again, I will lead my brothers and The devils fought melee.

Since you were ordered by the group to support us, I only have one request, and that is to blow up all the devils in front of us, at least until our ammunition supplies arrive. "

"As you wish!"

There was only a short voice from the microphone.

The arrival of the Liantai Flying Corps gave the attacking troops who had already run out of ammunition a shot in the arm. Originally, almost everyone, whether it was the soldiers of the Xinyi Regiment or the soldiers of the [-]th Battalion, was ready to fight against the counterattacking Japanese army. Ready to die together.

But when they saw the almost endless aircraft fleet in the sky, everyone understood that the battle was stable, because since the establishment of the Liantai Militia Corps, it has never disappointed the infantry brothers who trusted them.

Less than a minute after the conversation with Lei Xiangdong ended, a Stuka dive bomber flying at the forefront broke away from the formation and dived towards the ground, and a shrill siren began to echo over the battlefield as it dived.

"Your Excellency, Captain...the plane...the plane of the Chinese is coming!" A staff officer pointed to the dark crowd of planes in the sky and shouted in horror.

On the ground, the captain of the 52nd Regiment, Tomomi Disi, who was directing the soldiers to launch a counterattack against the Liantai militia, looked at the sky with a particularly gloomy expression. It’s just a plane, why are you panicking? Immediately order the troops to evacuate and speed up their pace. We must find a way to mix with the Chinese people, and the speed must be fast!”

"Hi!" The chief of staff who had received a slap in the face came back to his senses and ran away quickly.

The idea of ​​the fourth floor of Tomamidi is very simple. As long as it is mixed with the armies of both sides, the other side's planes will not dare to fire recklessly. In this way, he still has the opportunity to wipe out all these Chinese troops with his superior force, or even destroy them. They rushed out of the position, but the plane of the Liantai militia could only fight against the enemy.
It has to be said that the idea of ​​the fourth floor of Tomidi is indeed reasonable, but he has rarely been attacked by air, but he underestimated the speed of the plane.

Amidst the low sirens all over the sky, a group of black vultures swooped down from a height of more than 2000 meters. He looked up to the sky.

"Tom!"

Accompanied by a somewhat silent explosion, a napalm bomb weighing [-] kilograms fell into the Japanese assault formation, and an orange-red fire dragon tens of meters long and ten meters wide appeared. The high temperature of thousands of degrees And with a flame that was more than ten meters high, it instantly enveloped the area.

"what……"

Different from the low-pitched explosion, after the red fire dragon appeared, there was a shrill scream resounding from the entire position, which was the sound of the Japanese soldiers who were enveloped by the fire dragon.

"Tom tom tom tom tom..."

Explosions sounded one after another, and dozens of napalm bombs fell on the Japanese army formation one after another, forming deadly walls of fire. These walls of fire were extremely powerful, and the 2000-degree high temperature burned everything around them into coke.

Not only that, when these napalm bombs exploded, countless splashes that were as sticky as lard paste splashed on many Japanese soldiers and began to burn. Losing the Bushido spirit of the past, they howled crazily, their voices were shrill and high-pitched, and each of them was like a sinner being judged in hell.

The Stuka squadron just dropped nearly fifty napalm bombs in a row, forming a wall of fire nearly one kilometer long. The soldiers of the Xinyi Regiment and the 200th Battalion could see it clearly, and many Eighth Route Army soldiers looked pale.

A gust of wind blew past, and there was a smell similar to barbecue in the air, but after smelling these scents, many soldiers of the new regiment turned paler, and many of them even vomited while leaning on the parapet.

(End of this chapter)