Chapter 10: Tiger's teeth extraction

Wang Yue stood firmly in front of the position, staring at the group of planes motionlessly, and flew towards his position.

In front of him were four signalmen holding flags, waving small flags for command in his hand. In the fierce artillery battle, flag language is the best way to communicate.

"Order No. 5 machine gun position, 65 degrees elevation angle, full firepower shooting..."

When Wang Yuegang saw all the formations of Japanese aircraft, he felt a little sad. In traditional air defense warfare, ground firepower has always been unpredictable. In the era of lack of radar fire control systems, ground anti-aircraft artillery was unable to effectively deal with fighter jets in the air. This is an indisputable fact.

Can forty-eight aircraft really complete the tasks assigned by Zeng Yiyang?

The soldiers joined the actual air defense battle for the first time, but they only trained for a while. When the first Japanese aircraft in the sky knew that the plane had caught fire, it was still ferociously carrying black smoke, like an artillery position crashing, no soldier would be afraid...

Either you die or I die.

Moreover, in order to train these soldiers' courage, Zeng Yiyang also thought of many tricks. For example, when the soldiers were letting the Japanese planes roar and dive, the flames shot by the machine guns on the plane would cause huge panic to the soldiers.

There is nothing more useful than letting experienced machine gunners shoot live ammunition at the feet of these soldiers. Bullets explode like they hit dry sand and soil, exploding clouds of smoke...

He was constantly approaching the body of the quasi-anti-air artillery soldier, and the machine gunner who was responsible for this mission was the machine gunner of the former ** regiment, Ma Liancheng.

Although, during training, Ma Liancheng was not only gritted by all the soldiers, but also had no food to eat and went to bed, the bedding was wet, and even the new military uniform he received was broken...

At this time, none of the soldiers who had received courage training did not appreciate Ma Liancheng. The 12.8-caliber machine gun of the Japanese fighter jet was obviously more violent than the Maxim heavy machine gun.

Fortunately, their old commanders even thought of ways to train their courage. So much so that no warrior was distorted by the fear. The Japanese fighter rushed towards their positions, and the heavy machine guns under the propeller kept spraying bullets, and bullets were shot in a straight line on the slope, like a heavy rain bullet, smashing the sand and stones on the ground everywhere. This did not scare the soldiers. On the contrary, when the plane was about to hit the position, the opponent's plane turned into a fireball in the air...

In just a few minutes, the Japanese lost seven or eight fighter jets, and this number continued to rise.

Zeng Yiyang looked at the battle he had carefully arranged and had already begun to lean towards the winning side, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But there is another point: a flight squadron is generally equipped with about 24 to 26 aircraft, and the proportion of fighter jets will be about one-third. The fighter jets of the Second Flight Brigade of the Japanese Kwantung Army Aviation Corps have been basically eliminated, but the fighter pilots of the Third Flight Squadron who participated in the battle obviously discovered that this battlefield was a trap.

Compared with the bulky and slow bomber, fighter jets can get the opportunity to turn around and hover in a relatively small space.

"Tell Wang Yue, pay attention to the opponent's bombers, prevent them from committing suicide attacks, and do not let the Japanese planes try to approach their airspace. Order to give up the No. 1 blocking position and strengthen all the defenses of No. 2."

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The phone was obviously broken when the Japanese bombed. Zeng Yiyang held the horse whip in his hand and raised his legs and got on the horse. His legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and the horse quickly spread its four hooves and rushed out...

There had been casualties on the position long ago. They were swept by large-caliber machine guns on the Japanese plane. The shocking lethality was not only not as large as those of light and heavy machine guns, but also not even the lethality of artillery.

Large-caliber bullets can often easily tear a person's fragile body into several pieces. With the unexploded potential energy of the bullet, the residual limbs are brought into the air and then sprinkled all over the ground...

kill--

The Japanese, come to Grandpa!—

...

This is no longer a sniper position, but a trial field for endurance.

There were roars everywhere, and amid the rumbling of anti-aircraft guns, Wang Yue watched anxiously as the machine gun positions were constantly hit by enemy bombers, because the machine gun could not dismember the bomber's huge body.

"Staff Officer Wang, don't you think that's the old commander?" The old soldier Ma Kui pointed at the foot of the mountain, and a red horse carrying a strong rider, asking in surprise.

"Take a glasses to show me..." Wang Yue took the glasses in Ma Kui's hand and chased the other person's figure. Suddenly, his mouth grew up in surprise and felt dizzy.

"Commander, it's really an old commander..." Wang Yue screamed, and then, as if he remembered something, shouted to the two groups of anti-aircraft artillery behind him: "Comrades, protect the old commander. If the old commander loses a hair, you don't want to leave the position alive."

Suddenly, the soldiers who were facing him suddenly screamed.

It turned out that an Japanese fighter jet that avoided the anti-aircraft artillery network in advance made a difficult movement of the cable-stayed fuselage, tilted the fuselage, drew a semicircle, and avoided the pursuit of the anti-aircraft artillery.

Zeng Yiyang rode a war horse and found that the other party was drawing circles around him. He could even easily see the Japanese pilot, staring at him in surprise in the plane...

When he pulled the reins in his hand, the war horse suddenly stood upright, took off the new carriage rifle from the hook, pushed the bore and put the bullet in it. He pulled it up and shot it in one go.

The bullet accurately defeated the fragile glass of the fighter, and a mass of blood was sprayed everywhere in the fighter's cabin. Before Zeng Yiyang could see clearly whether the other party was hit, the Japanese plane fell to the sand without warning. The aftermath of the explosion could still be felt from the scorching wind and sand on his face.

"Damn, this Japanese devil is helpless. How can I put my head on my gunman?" Zeng Yiyang murmured, let go of the reins, and rushes toward the already rich anti-aircraft gun position.

All of this made Lu Yinglin, who was following closely behind him, see it, and the camera in his head and neck recorded all this in a timely manner.

An airplane tilted at a sixty-degree angle, and the center of it was hovering was an upright war horse. The rider was majestic and his rifle was aimed at the nose of the plane...

The second photo is even more straightforward. The wreckage of an airplane that exploded into flames on the ground, the raging fire, accompanied by the rolling black smoke, and the rider not far away was also compared to it.

In addition to the first photo, due to the camera equipment problem, the plane looked a little blurry, but it could also be identified that it was an aircraft. The second photo was much clearer, making it easy to see the magical manifestation of the other party shooting down the plane.

Perhaps, Zeng Yiyang didn't know the capital, but these two photos spread all over the country half a month later, and Zeng Yiyang, a legendary general of the Red Army, was also remembered in the depths of his memory by all the passionate young people.

Ta Kung Pao "The magical general of the Red Army fought against the Japanese enemy planes alone..."

Report "Legend General Zeng Yiyang killed the Japanese ace pilot..."

Even though the pilot of that plane was not ace pilot, but the squadron leader of the Second Squadron of the Kanto Army Air Force.

But what if he doesn't matter? These are all the needs of the people. With such inspiring propaganda methods, if the government official is still afraid of Japan, or if it is said that "the country will be destroyed in three days of the War of Resistance Against Japan", such absurd remark will even be disturbed by the peace of their ancestors.

Countless young students took newspapers that published these two photos and imagined the holy land in their hearts, the northwest, and went together. Their pilgrimage began, which was also their first step toward the War of Resistance.

But these are all later words. At this moment, Zeng was holding the horse at a glance. In front of Wang Yue, he angrily pointed the horse whip in his hand and cursed: "Wang Yue, your mind is blocked by mud? Why not let the soldiers from the No. 1 machine gun position be transferred to the No. 2 machine gun position?"

Wang Yue looked at Zeng Yiyang in surprise, and then looked at the ten Japanese planes running away from a distance. Two of them were still carrying black smoke, struggling in the sky that was destined to be non-owned. Wang Yue fell down in shame and said in annoyance: "Old Commander, I..."

"What I, I, I, you have to know that the terrain of the No. 1 machine gun position is as steep as the No. 2 position. Even if the enemy plane wants to pass, it is not easy, but the No. 2 position is different. Not only is the terrain behind it, but it is a gap. Once it is destroyed, the enemy plane is like finding a passage to ascension, and all the planes will escape within a few minutes." Zeng Yiyang roared at Wang Yue with a grudge. Not only did the Japanese planes let go, but more than 100 soldiers from both positions died in more than 40 people, and more than 50 wounded people.

Like other combat staff members in the headquarters, Wang Yue is a commander that Zeng Yiyang values ​​very much. In time, he will be entrusted with important tasks.

He looked at Wang Yue and continued: "The commander should adapt to changes on the battlefield, always indicate changes on the battlefield, and issue decisive combat orders. In this way, his comrades can bleed less and eliminate more enemies."

Zeng Yiyang shook his head in annoyance and said to Wang Yue, who looked depressed, "Go back and write a summary of the battle, attach a check, and give it to me tonight."

"Yes--" After Wang Yue stood attentively and saluted, he was busy dealing with the wounded.

"General Lu, if you grow up, stare with your eyes wide, and place it on the horse like a wood, it will damage the image of the Jinsui Army!" Zeng Yiyang turned around and said to Lu Yinglin. He had known that the other party followed him to the battlefield.

Although Zeng Yiyang found himself a little reckless at the beginning, Lu Yinglin's performance still made him look at him with admiration.

Feeling that he was out of control, Lu Yinglin smiled embarrassedly, and then smiled at Zeng Yiyang and said, "Don't tease me anymore. With these two photos in my hand, you will soon become a member of the country like Member Jiang, a well-known figure in the country. I can't have a relationship with you..."

Lu Yinglin shook his head and sighed, but he held his camera in his hand. Not only was there no annoyance in his eyes, but there was an inexplicable excitement.

Thinking that he was the only senior officer destined to be recorded as a classic in history, Lu Yinglin couldn't help but cheer for his wise decision from the bottom of his heart. He even had an illusion that he was about to be listed as a famous general.

"Thirty-nine planes! Our army and the Japanese army have never seen such a great victory. Are you not satisfied? Also, you are too strict with your subordinates. Don't you know, this should be the best time to praise them?" Lu Yinglin asked Zeng Yiyang excitedly. He didn't understand why Zeng Yiyang was able to criticize his subordinates in the case of a great victory, but his subordinates were not angry, but instead looked like they were taught.

Didn’t he understand that his subordinates who were always scolded by his superiors would feel rebellious and even evil things of rebellion? Lu Yinglin couldn’t help but feel a little unfair to Wang Yueming.

However, Lu Yinglin really couldn't understand it. Zeng Yiyang's subordinates were all gods. Think about it, the two photos in his camera were probably a "god". This is indeed very contradictory.

Zeng Yiyang did not answer, and he silently walked towards the second machine gun position where the most tragic battle was. On this position, there was not only an anti-aircraft machine gun company, but also two anti-aircraft guns, but these had become scrap iron. A Japanese bomber hit the center of the position in pieces, and the wreckage of the planes scattered around told people how tragic the battle here was.

Walking on the unconventional anti-aircraft artillery position, even the warrior who was left with only one breath still struggled to stand up and salute Zeng Yiyang. Lu Yinglin was confident that this kind of prestige would never be able to catch up with Zeng Yiyang in this life.

Just like any Red Army commander, Zeng Yiyang comforted the injured officers and soldiers, sadly helped the dead soldiers, closed his eyes...

When all this was over, all the wounded began to be transferred. The logistics soldiers carried the stretcher and wrapped the sacrificed soldiers in white cloth, sent them back and buried them properly.

It was supposed to be a celebration cheer, but it ended in a depressing farewell.

A blocking position of 800 people, with more than 300 casualties. This battle with great power disparity changed the result under the will of the Red Army soldiers, but Zeng Yiyang was not satisfied with this result. All the Red Army soldiers participating in the exhibition were not satisfied because the lost comrades would not come back...

Send to comrades...

Together

Good times

Friendship never forgets...

Behind me, there was still gasoline burning in the wilderness with rolling smoke...

The advance column of the Anti-Japanese War finally lit up a sword against the Kwantung Army. From reports from all parties who were full of expectations to the insults of politicians with ulterior motives, they disappeared at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, they would become the past after this day. All they could remember are their heroic footprints and their victories that inspire the Chinese people.

On the way back, Zeng Yiyang seemed to suddenly wake up from the pain and said to Lu Yinglin beside him: "Please trouble General Lu, send the anti-aircraft artillery and anti-aircraft machine guns that were blown up by the Japanese to Taiyuan."

Looking at Lu Yinglin's unclear appearance, Zeng Yiyang explained: "The people of the whole country will remember the great contributions made by Chief Yan to the War of Resistance."
Chapter completed!