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Because they not only have to face the intensive bombing of fighters above their heads, but also face the intensive firepower network coverage on the Eighth Route Army positions in front.
"Many Japanese soldiers had just gotten up from the ground and wanted to turn around and escape, but they were directly shot into pieces by machine gun fire.
First regiment commander Xie Wenbin and second regiment commander Bai Yaowen suddenly cheered as they looked at the fighter jets and bombers roaring overhead.
Now they finally understand how much fun it was for the little devils to fight in the past. There is not only air fire support, but also artillery support.
At this time, they only received some air fire support, and the battle became much easier.
Because of their excitement, many Eighth Route Army soldiers on the position began to salute the fighter jets and bombers.
At this moment, the pilots of several low-altitude fighter jets also returned a military salute to them through the glass hatch above their heads.
This kind of brief exchange on the battlefield often causes a warm current to flow in the hearts of the soldiers on both sides.
However, the Japanese army had already fled and returned to their camp in disgrace.
Seeing those soldiers, who were blackened by gunpowder smoke or covered with scars, returning to the camp in such a hurry, Jiro Kuroyama's heart sank.
He realized that the enemy had less and less time left for them.
And at this moment, Watanabe Kazen suddenly said: "Your Excellency, division commander, let's take cover. Those fighter jets and bombers seem to be flying towards us."
Hearing this, Kuroyama Jiro's eyes immediately moved away from the embarrassed soldiers and turned to the sky ahead.
Amid the increasingly harsh roar of engines, fighter jets and bombers from the Fourth Army flew over their heads, dropping aerial bombs and strafing bullets.
"Whizzing!!!"
The whistling sound produced by the friction between the aerial bomb and the airflow is as sharp as a whistle.
But to the ears of these Japanese soldiers, it was like a death knell.
"Pay attention to concealment!! Enemy bombing!!!"
The Japanese commanders shouted and began to flee with their soldiers, looking for any place that could provide them with cover.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"
Amidst the bursts of loud noises, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army stood on their positions and looked at the Japanese troops being bombed in the distance.
"Hahahaha! You stupid little devil, now you have a taste of what it's like to be chased by a plane and have your butt exploded."
Xie Wenbin laughed as he spoke.
The other Eighth Route Army soldiers were also watching the excitement from above.
"Long live the Fourth Army!!!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"Long live the Fourth Army!!"
This call was immediately answered. The entire battlefield was a scene of joy.
On the other hand, the Japanese troops had been bombed and fled in all directions, like a school of sturgeons encountering a shark.
The bombing lasted for more than 20 minutes before it came to an end.
The Japanese camp was already full of bomb craters. The bodies of many Japanese soldiers were scattered around the crater.
There are many injured Japanese soldiers, wailing in pain in the smoke that has not yet dissipated.
"Your Excellency, Division Commander, are you okay?"
Watanabe Kazen patted the dirt on his body, pulled up Jiro Kuroyama and asked.
Jiro Kuroyama used his white gloves to pat the dirt off his general's hat, stood up and said: "It's okay, order the troops to continue the attack. Our time is getting less and less."
After he finished speaking, he looked seriously at the Eighth Route Army defensive position ahead.
Watanabe Jiazen immediately said: "Yes!!"
As soon as the Japanese troops recovered from the bombing, they were regrouped and prepared for the third round of attack.
I saw the light and heavy machine gun positions and mortar positions of the Japanese army being built again from among the scattered bomb craters.
Bai Yaowen cursed his mother in his heart.
"You damn little devil, can't you survive? You didn't even give me a chance to breathe between the three rounds of your damn attacks."
With this curse, he began to greet his soldiers, and immediately began to repair the defensive positions, preparing to deal with the enemy's third round of attack.At the same time, Xie Wenbin also organized his soldiers to start repairing the battlefield.
"Brothers, the Japs are going to attack again. Repair the position!!"
He shouted while patrolling the position.
At this time, the county brigade on the flank position sent soldiers to his position.
"Commander Xie, our flanks can no longer withstand it."
"What? The little devil is attacking the flank?"
Xie Wenbin asked.
"Yes, at least one brigade of troops. We repelled two rounds of their attacks. The second round of attacks was because of those planes, which helped us bomb them.
"Otherwise, our flank positions will now fall into the hands of the little devils. "
The soldier with blood on his face said.
"How many people are there on the battlefield?"
"There are less than a hundred people."
The soldier said.
Xie Wenbin nodded, then held his waist and began to ponder.
After a long while, he said: "Seventh company commander, take your troops to flank support."
"yes!!"
A lieutenant company commander who was repairing the position shouted and called his more than 70 soldiers to support the flank position.
Although there are only more than seventy soldiers, their equipment and firepower are not comparable to the county brigade.
They have two heavy machine guns alone. In addition, there are six light machine guns. This kind of firepower configuration is no longer comparable to the five crooked light machine guns of the county brigade.
Then, the soldiers of this company ran towards the flank.
The sky was getting dark, and the Japanese army's flares were also launched into the air at this time, illuminating their charge route and the Eighth Route Army's defensive positions as if they were daylight.
Under the cover of mortar shells and heavy machine gun bullets, the Japanese army's third round of attack began.
Bai Yaowen looked at the charging Japanese soldiers. There was still more than an hour before they retreated.
After resisting this round of attacks, they can withdraw from their position and allow the Japanese army to enter the already arranged pockets.
¡°Brothers, prepare to fight!!¡±
He yelled at the top of his lungs, picked up a rifle next to him, crawled behind the sandbag, and aimed the rifle at a Japanese commander rushing forward.
"boom!!"
The sound of explosive gunshots was heard, and the two sides launched the third round of desperate fighting. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com