After the 92 artillery fired, various types of mortars from far and near were fired. "Come...Come..." The sound of shells coming out of the cannon came one after another, and shells rushed towards the targets that had been determined.

The Japanese have ruled the local area for more than ten years and thought that Qiqihar was a very safe rear, so they did not pay attention to the prevention of artillery at important military bases. There were only a few fortifications scattered around the airport. Such bunkers were more than enough to fight against light weapons attacks, but for large-scale artillery attacks, bunker defense was obviously not an effective way of defense. In the eyes of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers, the defense fortifications at the airport were very bad, and they were simply terrible.

Even such a bad defense system did not play a weak role tonight. In the cold weather, the Japanese soldiers on duty had already relaxed. Many soldiers who should be on duty were not at their posts, but were bragging about the mountains in a warm corner.

As soon as the cannon sounded, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers who had already lurked outside the barbed wire were crawling forward, and soon rushed to the front of the barbed wire, took out pliers and started working quickly. The snipers dozens of meters away looked calm and focused on the illuminated searchlights, street lights, and lights at the entrances of various buildings in the airport to shoot.

All kinds of lights disappeared at extremely fast speeds, and the command tower, front door, end of the runway and other places that were originally as bright as daylight were getting dark.

The first batch of shells roared into the airport, and balls of fire and smoke exploded on the established buildings. The airport that had just fallen dark was illuminated by the flames flashing from the shells, and small pieces of "day" were lit from time to time.

The first shot of the 92nd gun hit the brightly lit Japanese soldiers' dormitory. The shells broke into the window from the brightest window, and a bang exploded on the wall inside the house. Kerala defeated a wall inside the house, shrapnel flew across, sweeping down the living objects in the house. A Japanese man was pushed out of the window by the air waves, screaming and flying out of the second floor and smashing towards the ground.

Three heavy mortars shot at the dormitory and the airport command tower respectively. The huge power of the shell explosion made the command tower tremble. A group of non-armed personnel on duty rushed out of the command tower screaming.

A group of Japanese soldiers just rushed to the gate of the bottom floor of the command tower, and were blown to pieces by the rockets poured in succession. The Japanese who had not yet got off the tower screamed and retracted the superstructure again. It was very dangerous to hide on the tower. The damage caused by the shelling was getting worse and worse, and the hiding places were less and less. Some smart Japanese soldiers saw that the bottom floor could not be out of the tower, and the tower was not a place for long. They actually rushed to jump out of the tower from a 5-meter-high place. They were unlucky and broke their arms and legs, and wailed.

Airport commander Ling Zhizhongzuo was lucky today. He was leading a group of lower-level officers to hide in a remote small room to play mahjong. The anti-Japanese United Nations bombardment was only focused on the "good" target shooting, allowing him to avoid the previous rounds of shelling.

Ling Zhi rushed over the mahjong table, put on the cotton military uniform that was thrown aside, ran to the window with a red face, and saw that it was already messy outside. He felt tight and sweat suddenly surged out.

The squadron leader guarding the airport was also watching the fun in this room, and he also felt a terrified feeling. The thought of being attacked and losing huge losses caused the room to fill the squadron leader's heart.

The other small officers looked at the two "senior" commanders anxiously and called out anxiously.

With a loud "Boom!", a shell exploded on the left side of the second floor not far away from them. The huge vibration finally woke Ling Zhi up.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!" Ling Zhi jumped up and shouted two slogans.

Only then did a small group of Japanese soldiers, as if they had found their backbone, also shouted and ran out of the exit of the small room, looking for their troops to prepare for counterattack. But how should they fight back? No one was confident.

The first batch of assault troops of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces crossed the cut wire and touched various buildings. Scattered 38 guns and crooked machine guns began to sound in the airport. Small groups of disheveled Japanese appeared from the ruins or hiding places, blindly aiming at the artillery positions of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

The position of the Anti-United Nations League artillery was in the east, while the attack direction chosen by the assault troops was in the south. The resistance of the Japanese was extremely messy. In the dozen rounds of artillery attacks, more than half of the Japanese strength was quickly consumed. Many of the remaining 100 Japanese soldiers were civil or logistics. Even if they held weapons in their hands, they would only fire guns randomly and didn't know how to fight or where to fight.

The assault troops of the Anti-Japanese United Nations League appeared and disappeared from the fires blowing out from the artillery fire. They did not yell or fire wildly with their weapons. Several experienced grassroots officers led everyone to quietly approach the place where the gunfire was fired.

This group of warriors who acted like ghosts bypassed a black and deserted bunker and continued to move forward.

"Kill..." When the Anti-Japanese Allied secretly sneaked to the remnants of the Japanese troops, a small Japanese officer took advantage of the burning fire in the house and found in horror that groups of quick-moving Anti-Japanese Allied Forces appeared on the right, and pointed their swords to the right, howling his soldiers attacked the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

"Ticticaca..." Almost as the Japanese officer waved his sword, the anti-Japanese warriors who were squatting on the ground to cover him while marching, the guns in their hands rang without mercy. A string of submachine gun bullets were splashed over, and the Japanese officer trembled and fell down like a rag.

"Kill..." The sneak attack failed. The captain of the first squadron of the Anti-Japanese United Army shouted and led the troops to press over the remaining enemies fiercely.

Several large-caliber long-range artillery fires on the artillery positions stopped shooting in time. The troops had already exchanged fire with the remaining enemies, for fear of accidentally hurting their own side. The artillery had to "regretfully" give up the opportunity to kill the enemy.

Geng Dianjun formed a small mobile command post with a few communication soldiers, guards and a staff officer. He moved forward at the moment the shelling began, sometimes strideing forward, sometimes stopping, and sometimes he raised his telescope to scan the battle situation at the airport.

The melee in front had begun, and Geng Dianjun quickly ordered the communications soldiers, "order the artillery to start attacking the planes on the runway, and order the troops that rushed in for 30 minutes, so that they would not end the battle within 20 minutes. If there were any remaining enemies to resist and ignore him, and withdraw in time to gather."

Geng Dianjun must leave time for his troops to facilitate retreat. After the battle of artillery fire outside the city started, the enemy in the city could be reinforced as soon as 40 minutes, and should not be stuck by enemy reinforcements if they are greedy for merit.

The artillery fire turned to the plane at the edge of the runway. After several rounds of accurate strikes, more than ten planes were hit by shells. The planes were broken and the planes were flying everywhere. The best several planes were beaten into burning turkeys. The flames soaring to the sky were rolled up high, making the surroundings shine brightly.

The 2nd Squadron of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces rushed in, and the 3rd Squadron also rushed in from another direction. The Japanese's resistance was decaying violently. Often, the Japanese just fired a gun bullet and were immediately hit hard by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers following the sound or following the gun fire. The rockets, which were attacking with the team, knocked the trigger from time to time, fire dragons sprayed out from the tail of the barrel, and the rockets firmly pierced the Japanese's hiding place. The rumbling explosion sounded everywhere. The Japanese hiding bunkers were blown into the sky one by one, and the broken arms were constantly exploded in flames.

In the face of powerful firepower, the Japanese's pitiful positions were split like a red-hot knife cutting butter, and then they were crossed by anti-Japanese warriors who were jumping with standard tactical actions.

After 0 minutes, the Japanese's resistance completely collapsed, and no one dared to shoot at the Anti-Japanese Allies. Several remaining Japanese silenced in the dark and shivered, shivering their bodies as much as possible into the darkness, holding their heads and waiting for the battle to end.

The captain Gao Longsha called Geng Dianjun, "Captain, we have followed your orders and completely eliminated the airport enemy squadron and all the Japanese airport logistics personnel who dared to resist. Please issue new orders."

"Good boy! It's so good. I've given you more than 20 minutes, but it only took 0 minutes!" Geng Dianjun had already approached the barbed wire and had long seen the battle situation in the airport, but he still praised his troops loudly.

"Now there are still 0 minutes left, you can play freely. Check where there are not completely destroyed enough, and which important locations of machines and electronic equipment have not been blown up yet? It's not easy to do it carefully!"

Gao Sharon immediately passed this order and accelerated his pace. Geng Dianjun, who was walking in the airport, suddenly heard the loud cheers of the soldiers not far away. Then he saw the soldiers scattered and rushed towards various targets. In their eyes, it was worthy of punching and kicking twice, and he couldn't help but smile secretly.

Everything you do must be clean and thorough, right? Since you have done it, you must completely destroy the various facilities of the Japanese in case they pick up the rags and use them again.

Ling Zhi, the highest commander of the Japanese airport, was arrested. Ling Zhi shouted to let others resist. He ran away when he saw that the situation was not good. He was hit by a stray bullet in the calf. He couldn't help but scream and was captured by the Anti-Japanese United Army that followed the sound.

"Shut up! I'll ask you if there is anything else hidden in the airport?" Geng Dianjun looked helpless at Ling Zhi under his feet. This guy was completely disappointed with fighting spirit. His nose and tears were covered with dirty tears on his face. He was crying and annoying, and he didn't have any masculine spirit. How did such a slut develop? Where is the Bushido spirit?

The translation automatically omitted the word "shut up" and kicked Ling Zhi directly, then interrogated him. He asked him to shut up and ask about information. What should I do if the Japanese brain is short-circuited again?

“Haihayi, some.”

Before Ling Zhi finished speaking, the translator's ears stood up. Could it be that our luck was so bad?

"Speak quickly!"

"Hi, over there..." Ling Zhi pointed, "There is an underground hangar over there, with 3 latest bombers inside. They were originally used to guard against the north, but they just turned around..."

“What model?”

"Nakajima Hundred Heavy Bomber."

"Can you open?"

Ling Zhi didn't say anything, and was kicked hard by the translator again.

Ling Zhi was kicked to the wound and screamed like a pig: "Yes, I will!"

The translator shrugged at Geng Dianjun, pointed at Ling Zhi and smiled easily and scolded: "I have never seen such a person, Xiong Se'er."

The gate of a half-underground hangar 200 meters away quietly opened, and the roar of the rumbling engine starting came from the hangar.

Geng Dianjun looked at each other with the people around him, and thought of the same problem, "Oh no, the Japanese pilot survived and secretly ran to this hidden hangar to fly the plane."

"Stop him! If you can't stop him, destroy it. You must never let the plane run away!" With Geng Dianjun's roar, a large group of Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers turned around and ran away, running wildly at the door of the just-opened hangar at a speed of 100 meters.
Chapter completed!