Chapter 1 The Japanese Army's Miscalculation

Kazaki Shiro, the leader of the regiment still at the Conghua Brigade headquarters, received a telegram from Battalion Commander Takeuchi Takuma requesting assistance, and his face changed drastically.

He had never imagined that the entire 21st Army of the Japanese devils, from Daya Bay all the way to Guangzhou, had not lost a single tank, yet in his hands, twelve tanks were lost at once.

His face turned pale, and his hands and feet trembled. This situation immediately caught the attention of Brigade Commander Goto Juro, who immediately asked, "What's going on?"

"Reporting, Brigade Commander! Battalion Commander Takeuchi reports that they encountered a large ambush by the Nationalist army on the way to Fogang. The entire Yamashita Daro tank squadron is annihilated!" In reality, Takeuchi Takuma reported that twelve tanks had been destroyed, but did not say that the entire tank squadron was annihilated.

At this time, the Tazokoro Kinoshita squadron, which was fighting alongside the tank squadron, was still struggling on the line between life and death. Hearing his report, Brigade Commander Goto Juro's face also changed. He snatched the telegram and carefully read its contents. Dafeng Novel.com

With a gloomy face, he began to order, "Get me Miyake Toshio's division." Starting from the news reported by Kazaki Shiro, the Japanese devils in the entire brigade headquarters were like ducks with their necks pinched, and no one made a sound anymore.

The atmosphere, which had just been harmonious and full of laughter that threatened to lift the roof, now froze strangely.

In the entire headquarters, there was only the sound of a staff officer shaking the telephone.

Soon the call went through, and Brigade Commander Goto Juro reported the situation he had just received. Division Commander Miyake Toshio immediately became anxious.

He immediately reported to Commander Koshou Koshirou. In this situation, the first to provide assistance to the front lines would naturally be the aviation squadron.

For the 20th Army Group, their main combat objective had been completed, and their combat intensity during this period had not been high. Now, upon hearing that twelve tanks had been ambushed and destroyed by the Nationalist army,

Division Commander Koshou Koshirou immediately became furious. This originally perfect campaign had unexpectedly encountered a setback at this time. How could he tolerate it?

He must suppress the momentum of the Nationalist army, just like he had done in Futian a few days ago, using artillery, planes, and tanks to crush the will of the Nationalist army in the Fourth War Zone to resist.

As a result, later on, at the foot of Mount Luofu, the Nationalist army abandoned their tanks, cannons, military vehicles, and even military provisions and fled.

What Division Commander Koshou Koshirou needed to do now was the same thing. He ordered, "All aircraft of the 4th Air Regiment take off and immediately go to the battlefield to provide support.

All aircraft of the 5th Fleet that can take off, take off and go to the Conghua battlefield to provide support.

The 1st Tank Battalion immediately goes to Conghua to rescue the trapped Takeuchi Takuma Battalion. The 137th Regiment immediately moves out in full force to meet the Takeuchi Takuma Battalion."

As his orders were transmitted, the various units immediately began to take action. The 1st Tank Battalion was not in Conghua at this time, and they would need time to arrive.

But they had already controlled the Guangzhou airport. The 4th Air Regiment was less than 100 kilometers away from Conghua, and the 5th Fleet had reached the mouth of the Pearl River, only 110 kilometers away from Conghua.

The first to reach the battlefield would be the 4th Air Regiment, which would only need fifteen minutes to arrive.

This was even faster than the troops dispatched by the 137th Infantry Regiment to reach the battlefield. The first to receive the sortie order was the 4th Air Regiment. The sirens at the airport sounded shrilly, and a voice echoed in the sky above the airport, "Emergency situation! All pilots immediately enter the tarmac and prepare to board the planes for combat."

Squadron Commander Ogura Mitsuo of the 1st Fighter Squadron had just received the latest order when he rushed onto the tarmac, "The 104th Infantry Division is ambushed by the Nationalist army on the highway from Conghua to Fogang. The situation is critical. The entire 4th Air Regiment is to sortie."

The Japanese 4th Air Regiment had a total of two fighter squadrons, with twenty-four aircraft; three light aircraft squadrons, with twenty-seven aircraft; and one support aircraft team, with four aircraft.

Their orders were for all aircraft to go to provide support, so all fifty-five aircraft of the entire air regiment had to go.

The Nationalist army had never had fighter planes appear in this sky. With the frontline situation being critical, Squadron Commander Ogura Mitsuo, who was the first to rush onto the runway, soared into the sky, and quickly circled to organize his team. All twelve aircraft of his squadron took to the sky, following behind him.

Squadron Commander Ogura Mitsuo then flew towards the northwest. From the time the alarm sounded to the time they flew into the sky, less than five minutes had passed.

Squadron Commander Ogura Mitsuo was very satisfied with the speed of his squadron's sortie. On the plane, he said loudly to his pilots, "Gentlemen! The speed of our sortie just now has set a record for the entire air wing.

We are going to support the infantry of the 104th Division who are attacking Fogang. Gentlemen, you must fight hard and fight well!"

Sergeant Nakai Toshio quickly stated, "Squadron Commander, please rest assured! We will definitely defeat the Nationalist army and make them afraid to fight the warriors of the Empire next time they see them."

"Yes! Let them run away when they hear our gunshots and flee when they see our warriors, just like they did a few days ago," Yoshitaka Takeo said loudly.

All twelve Japanese devils in the entire flying squadron laughed. These Japanese devils had been to the battlefield to support the Japanese infantry more than once. For them, attacking the Nationalist infantry from the air was completely without risk. This was truly a very pleasant trip!

When Lin Fan fired, the special forces soldiers around him had long been accustomed to his situation where every shot was a hit.

If a shell did not hit, that would be what shocked them.

But Lin Fan's current operation was simply unbelievable to Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan and the several officers with him.

Staff Officer Bai Yong slapped himself hard, "slap" a very clear sound rang out, and five fingerprints immediately appeared on his face.

Seeing everyone looking at him in surprise, Staff Officer Bai Yong said with a smile, "I suspected I was dreaming, so I wanted to bring myself back to reality. It turns out all of this is real, I'm not dreaming."

It could be seen that the strength of the slap just now was not small, and the handprint had not disappeared from his face. But the expression on his face was very excited.

Being able to see the Japanese tanks destroyed twelve at a time, everyone in the observation group was very excited, each one beaming with high spirits, and talking more.

Before Lin Fan fired, these few people did not think so. These few people were specially left behind by Commander Yu Hanmou to observe the special forces' combat. In fact, they also had the intention of supervising the special forces' combat, and they also had the idea of being afraid that the special forces would falsely report their battle results.

Just now, when they heard that the Japanese had twelve tanks and were followed by an infantry battalion, they began to feel uneasy.

Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan wanted to persuade Lin Fan not to be greedy and not to let the Japanese devils in so close.

But when he thought of his identity as a defeated general, he was embarrassed to speak. And Yu Hanmou had specifically told him when he left to only bring his eyes and ears and try to speak as little as possible.

Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan also saw that this position was really easy to run away from. As long as he ran from behind the mountain, the Japanese devils on the highway on the other side of the mountain would not be able to catch up no matter what.

So he put half of his uneasy heart back. He had been listening to the news coming from the front, listening to the Japanese devils having entered the ambush circle of the Second Regiment.

Listening to Regiment Commander Shangguan Zhiwen suggesting to Lin Fan to capture all those cars and use them himself. Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan really wanted to stand up and say, "You should first think of a way to drive the Japanese devils away!"

In the end, he looked at the retreat route and finally resisted saying anything, just watching coldly from the side. He already felt that this team was a little unreliable.

In such a mood, he saw the Japanese tanks appear, but those tanks had been advancing under the eyes of the Fifteenth Regiment.

What about the team that was supposed to ambush these tanks? There was not the slightest movement, which made Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan even more puzzled. Were these people scared by the Japanese tanks?

The only thing that Deputy Chief of Staff He admired was that these people were really well ambushed. The Japanese devils had been walking in the encirclement for nearly ten kilometers. The special forces' ambush had not been exposed, and even now they were still lurking without any movement.

At this time, Deputy Chief of Staff He was a little nervous. He took out a cigarette, took out a delicate lighter, and prepared to light a cigarette to calm his nerves.

As soon as his lighter was taken out, it was covered by a special forces soldier next to him, "Don't move!"

"What does this mean?" Deputy Chief of Staff He was angry, and his eyes looked at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan said with a smile, "During the ambush, no metal or reflective objects can appear."

Seeing that Deputy Chief of Staff He still looked a little annoyed, Lin Fan said, "These reflective things, when exposed to the sun, the light will reflect to who knows where. If it happens to be seen by the advancing Japanese devils, all my ambushes here will be exposed."

Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan then understood, "So that's how it is." He said a little embarrassedly, "I understand." He embarrassedly put the lighter back in his pocket.

At this time, Lin Fan moved, striding to the side of the anti-aircraft gun. Now it should be called a low-shooting gun. The barrel was pointing low at the tanks advancing on the highway.

He Deyuan and his party did not expect that it was Commander Lin who personally fired the gun!

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" Three consecutive shots rang out, and guns and cannons roared throughout the ambush circle. But He Deyuan and his group only stared at the Japanese devils' tanks.

Their eyes were already wide open and almost popped out. After three shots, the tanks that were moving on the highway, from the first to the third, exploded.

After three shots, there were several more consecutive shots, and the last three tanks on the highway exploded again. He Deyuan reached out and rubbed his eyes, and after opening them again, all twelve tanks on the highway had been destroyed.

He looked at the tanks still burning on the highway, then looked at Lin Fan, then looked at Lin Fan again, and then looked at the twelve destroyed tanks.

He said with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Commander Lin! Is this how you fight the Japanese devils?" His words would definitely have a questioning meaning if they were said at any other time.

Just at this moment, there was a crisp "slap" a slap in the face, next to him.

Lin Fan said with a smile, "That's how you should fight the Japanese devils! Even if I don't do it myself, as long as I concentrate a few cannons from a distance and knock out a few of the Japanese devil's tanks in front and a few in the back, the tanks in the middle will have nowhere to escape."

Hearing Lin Fan say it so easily, Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan immediately thought of the previous attempt to block the Japanese 18th Division under Mount Luofu.

"If we had the guidance of the special forces' combat thinking at that time, maybe the situation would have been different." He began to think, habitually taking out his lighter again.

"Pa," as soon as it was lit, he immediately woke up and quickly said, "I'm sorry! I was lost in thought."

Lin Fan said with a smile, "It's okay now, we've already started, we're not afraid of being exposed."

He Deyuan thought that if he could ambush on Mount Luofu like the special forces and not let the Japanese devils find out at all, would he be able to annihilate the Japanese 18th Division?

He had no answer!

Now, watching Lin Fan and Shangguan Zhiwen, the two commanders, just watched from a distance and did not do anything or issue any orders.

Smoke could be seen rising everywhere on the long highway, and dense gunshots kept ringing out. Deputy Chief of Staff He couldn't help but ask again, "Commander Lin! Are you really going to capture these cars?"

Lin Fan laughed, "Of course, you shouldn't let go of any opportunity to make money. War also costs money. And the special forces' supplies are all self-raised!"

Standing on the top of the mountain looking at the scenery, Lin Fan now only needed to wait for the news of victory. The battle had just begun, and the Japanese devils were still fighting like trapped beasts.

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita was the accompanying attacking force of the Yamashita Daro Tank Squadron. During this period of time, his infantry had been cooperating with the Yamashita Daro Tank Squadron to capture cities and seize land, and they had been invincible.

Just now, he had suffered something that changed his worldview. In a few minutes, all twelve tanks of the Yamashita Daro Tank Squadron had been destroyed, including Squadron Commander Yamashita Daro and Beihou Taro, Kitajo Ryota and these Japanese devils. No one in the twelve tanks survived.

This fact, which Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita could not accept at all, happened before his eyes, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

If it had not been for the hail of bullets from the hillside that woke him up, Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita would have thought he was dreaming.

The car he was riding in was following closely behind the tanks. A bullet came in from the open window, causing the panicked Sergeant Endo Forty-three to fall on the steering wheel.

Sergeant Endo Forty-three had just been anxiously asking, "What should we do?" In front of his car were burning tanks, behind him were closely following vehicles, on the left was the hillside, and on the right was the lake. There was no way to go at all!

When Endo Forty-three died, the splashed brains hit Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita's face, waking him up.

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita quickly pushed open the car door and ran off the highway and began to order, "Everyone get out of the car, fire! Fire!"

The heavy machine guns and light machine guns they had set up on the roof of the car had already begun to fire. When the squadron commander was stunned, many battle-hardened Japanese devils had already got out of the car, rushed to the side of the hillside, and returned fire while crawling.

Intercepting Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita's infantry squadron was the Tenth Company of the Fifteenth Regiment. Company Commander Hen Chosaku was commanding the team at this time, "Aim carefully, take out the heavy machine guns on the car first. Jiang Wei! Shoot at the Japanese devil's heavy machine guns, don't let the Japanese devil's machine guns fire."

This was not the time to be cautious. Kill the Japanese devils first, and as for the cars, go and see them when you clean up the battlefield.

Heavy machine guns were firing at each other, and the Tenth Company was not at all intimidated. The special forces' heavy machine guns had additional protective plates, so they were not afraid of bullets hitting them.

Sergeant Kobayashi Tetsuya stood in the car compartment, firing at the special forces soldiers on the hillside. Bullets kept whizzing past him. The wooden baffle above the compartment was shot out of many holes by the bullets.

Sergeant Kobayashi Tetsuya was extremely afraid, but he did not dare to stop, nor did he dare to move, for fear that as soon as he moved, he would be shot.

His deputy gunner, Sergeant Nakaki Ichimura, had already been hit by several bullets and was lying in the car, with the blood flowing out soaking under Sergeant Kobayashi Tetsuya's feet.

Sergeant Ito Daisuke, who had been added to the team, was a little shaken, and seemed to be very frightened. The trembling Sergeant Ito Daisuke finally made a mistake. The heavy machine gun's bullet board was not inserted properly and jammed.

Sergeant Kobayashi Tetsuya opened his mouth to scold him, but found that a long wound suddenly appeared on Sergeant Ito Daisuke's neck, and a stream of blood rushed towards him like a fountain.

Sergeant Kobayashi Tetsuya, who couldn't help but take a step back, immediately regretted it. As soon as he took a step back, he was shot, followed by a second shot, and a third shot.

Sergeant Kabayashi Tetsuya fell into the car compartment, covered with the blood that Ito Daisuke had sprayed out. Sergeant Saito Hayato had no time to drag away these Japanese devils who had fallen next to the heavy machine gun, so he stepped on their bodies or corpses.

Start to troubleshoot the heavy machine gun. Company Commander Hen on the hillside discovered that this heavy machine gun had misfired, and there was still a Japanese devil who did not know what was going on and was still fiddling with it.

Carefully aiming at this Japanese devil who did not know what was going on, "bang!" A shot rang out, and Sergeant Saito Hayato fell down at once.

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita watched as no Japanese devil went up to operate the heavy machine guns on the ten cars, and loudly ordered, "Heavy machine guns! Move the heavy machine guns down!"

Judging from the situation where the machine gunners were falling one after another, it was obvious that staying in the car compartment at this time was a target, and no Japanese devil was willing to be someone else's target.

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita then ordered the heavy machine guns to be moved down to find a suitable position to establish a defense line. It was just that his order could not be carried out for the time being.

The hail of bullets fired from the top of the mountain was too fierce. The Japanese devils crawling on the side of the road were unable to move at all.

Whether they were really unable to move, or pretending to be unable to move, was unknown.

"We can't go on like this!" Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita watched as more than half of the entire squadron was killed or wounded, and he had given up any hope of rushing up the hillside.

"Retreat! Approach the Takeuchi Battalion!" Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita finally issued an order that satisfied everyone.

The Tenth Company had been waiting for these Japanese devils to change places for a long time. These Japanese devils were next to the car, so the Tenth Company's artillery shells did not dare to fire freely.

When the Japanese devils were about to escape, the Tenth Company, Hen Chosaku, even specially cooperated with the order, "Heavy machine guns stop for a while."

This made the seven or eighty Japanese devils who could still escape in the Tazokoro Kinoshita squadron overjoyed, and they quickly got up from the ground.

They ran away with their legs, and when they came, they were in cars, and now they could only use their legs to escape. As Hashimoto Taro passed the last car, he ran to the car and tried to drive it away.

A car with four wheels was faster than two legs no matter what. He thought it was good, but the soldiers of the Tenth Company did not agree.

At least ten guns were aimed at this unscrupulous Japanese devil at the same time, and Hashimoto Taro fell in the driver's seat without accident.

More than one Japanese devil saw this scene, and they were even more afraid to hit these cars. The Japanese devil's tank team and the infantry battalion behind were a full kilometer apart.

There were no Japanese devils in the middle of this blank space, but it was not that there were no ambushes. Company Commander Kujo of the Ninth Company watched the Japanese devils escape into his ambush circle.

He smiled happily and roared into the walkie-talkie, "Hen-san! You are my own brother! I'll treat you to a drink tonight!"

Hen Chosaku said unhappily, "Did you think I wanted to let these Japanese devils go! I feel sorry for those cars! Those Japanese devils are handed over to you, and if a Japanese devil runs away, I won't drink your aged wine."

"Brother! Just watch! If a Japanese devil runs away, I'll make it up with my head," Kujo said with a big laugh.

He ordered the entire company, "Wait a little longer! Let the Japanese devils get farther away from the car, so as not to hurt the car."

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita was a little puzzled when he escaped from the car range and looked at the hillside, "Why is there no ambush here?" The direction of the Takeuchi Battalion in the distance was full of intense gunfire at this time, so why was there no ambush here?

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita, who could not figure it out, ran dozens of meters before stopping and looking at the Japanese devils who were panting on the ground. He inexplicably became angry.

He loudly ordered, "Line up!" He had to reorganize the team so that he could rush to the Takeuchi Battalion in one go, preferably as a surprise soldier, rush from behind those Nationalist army and defeat them and drive them away.

Company Commander Ho had been waiting until the last Japanese devil was a hundred meters away from the car before he was about to order to start, when he suddenly saw the Japanese devils on the highway actually starting to line up.

He immediately ordered, "Infantry guns! Bazookas aim! Fire! The whole company charges!" He ordered the artillery to fire when he saw that the Japanese devils were all gathered together.

Just when the artillery shells exploded in the middle of the Japanese devil's team, he immediately charged down the mountain with the whole company. For the special forces, no battle was more thorough than a bayonet fight.

The Ninth Company charged towards the Japanese devils under the hillside, and the Tenth Company was also charging towards the hillside. The Ninth Company was going to fight a bayonet fight with the few remaining Japanese devils, and the Tenth Company was going down to clean up the battlefield.

The positions of these two companies were not far from where Lin Fan and the others were watching the battle, and the members of the observation group, He Deyuan and the others, could see clearly.

Just now, they were still feeling sorry for the Tenth Company for letting dozens of Japanese devils go, but in the blink of an eye, the group of Japanese devils was blown up by artillery shells. At the same time, hundreds of soldiers rushed down the hillside.

"They were ambushing there just now?" Deputy Chief of Staff He Deyuan asked incredulously. He knew the answer to this question without being answered.

It was just that he did not understand how that team had endured it just now. The battle had been going on for so long, and they had been lurking without moving.

It was not until the Japanese devils escaped into their trap that they attacked like thunder. This was not what it said in the military book: "As swift as the wind, as steady as the forest, as fierce as fire, as immovable as a mountain, as unfathomable as the shadows, as devastating as thunder."

Not to mention the shock of the observation group members, He Deyuan and the others, Company Commander Ho charged in front of the team, and all the soldiers who used rifles followed behind him.

The heavy machine guns and light machine guns on the position were facing the Tazokoro Kinoshita infantry squadron that had just suffered from the artillery fire.

Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita crawled on the ground, and at this time he had climbed into the ditch on the side of the highway. He felt exceptionally angry and felt that he had really been led into the ditch by this team on the hillside.

They had obviously been ambushing here long ago, but they did not start earlier or later, but just started when he was gathering his team. He cooperated like a fool to gather the team to facilitate their use of artillery to bombard.

"What a cunning team!" Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita thought so squatting in the ditch. The team of seven or eighty Japanese devils at the time of the gathering now had less than twenty Japanese devils left.

The sound of the machine guns on the hillside was almost the same as the previous position. Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita watched as many Nationalist army soldiers had rushed to the side of the car at the position where they got out of the car, and were making up for the fallen Japanese devils on the ground.

"What they are doing is wrong, it violates the Geneva Convention," Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita thought a little too much.

His protest obviously had no effect. There were too many soldiers charging down on them on the hillside, and the machine gun fire was too fierce, making it impossible for the dozen or so Japanese devils squatting in the ditch to get up or run away.

It was not until Company Commander Ho and the others rushed to a position a dozen meters away from the Japanese devils that the heavy machine guns and light machine guns on the hillside stopped.

Without any time to breathe, more than a dozen grenades were thrown over. Watching the grenades being thrown down like raindrops, Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita finally gave up. A dozen or so Japanese devils, who were still gathering strength to burst out and rush forward to fight these Nationalist army soldiers,

They once again honestly lay in the ditch and did not dare to move until the sound of the grenade explosion passed.

Dozens of Nationalist army soldiers had surrounded them, "We will never..." Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita shouted here when a bayonet had been stabbed into its chest.

"It turned out that I was thinking too much, they originally did not intend to capture prisoners!" This was what Squadron Commander Tazokoro Kinoshita thought of at the last moment of his life, and at this time he thought of the scene he had just seen, the scene of the Japanese devils' wounded soldiers on the side of the car being individually compensated by the Nationalist army soldiers.

It turned out that they were also so bloody. The last few Japanese devils in the Tazokoro Kinoshita squadron all fell in the ditch, and the blood that flowed out of them flowed far along the ditch.

The Yamashita Daro Tank Squadron, which was ambushed, had now truly achieved the annihilation of the entire army without a single survivor.

The Japanese devils of the Takeuchi Takuma Battalion were still struggling to their death at this time. Under the order of the battalion commander, they were desperately shrinking the team and concentrating towards the position where the battalion commander was.

At the same time, they were also attacking in the direction commanded by the battalion commander. Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro was commanding his team and had already rushed a distance from the highway to the hillside.

These Japanese devils risked the hail of bullets above their heads and desperately rushed up the hillside. Sergeant Takahashi Taiji was holding a machine gun, and at this time he was hiding his body and constantly shooting at the firepower point on the hillside.

"What a good Japanese devil!" Seeing it fighting so hard, Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro was very pleased.

"Machine gun! Grenade launcher! Suppress the firepower on the top of the mountain! Quick!" Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro shouted loudly. He had just received the order from Battalion Commander Takeuchi.

He was no longer thinking about breaking out of the encirclement to ask for help from the Yamashita Daro Tank Squadron. Squadron Commander Yamashita Daro was too useless, and twelve tanks were destroyed just like that.

He was still very dissatisfied with the destruction of the twelve tanks in his heart. If there were those tanks, no matter how fierce the firepower of these ambush soldiers on the top of the mountain was, there would be tank artillery and machine guns on the tanks to suppress them, and his infantry squadron would not be as difficult as it was now.

Watching Sergeant Kobayashi Tazo being beaten and rolling all the way down the hillside, Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro's heart began to ache.

From the beginning of the ambush, his squadron had been losing men, and had been losing men all the time. Although he could not count how many Japanese devils had been killed or wounded at all. But he estimated that at least a squad had been killed or wounded.

Silently calculating in his heart, Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro was already a little scared. Just for such a short while, the casualties of the Japanese devils he saw were already greater than the casualties of the entire 21st Army from landing in Daya Bay to attacking into Guangzhou City.

The 21st Army only suffered about three hundred Japanese devils from landing in Daya Bay to entering Guangzhou City.

"What kind of team did we meet today?" Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro sighed in his heart, but he still had to command the team to continue fighting against this team. This was really an arduous task.

Sergeant Nakamura Goro watched Kobayashi Tazo roll down the hillside, and could only watch helplessly. It and Kobayashi Tazo were from the same village, and the two Japanese devils grew up together when they were young.

He still remembered clearly that in one class, they both took out five red apples and divided a small piece to each classmate in the class.

He carefully tasted it slowly, while Kobayashi Tazo threw the apple into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, and then came to grab his small piece of apple to eat.

Of course he was unwilling, and the two little Japanese devils fought in the classroom. After the teacher separated them, he asked all the classmates, "Is the apple delicious?"

"Delicious!" All the classmates answered like this, except for Kobayashi Tazo, who said, "I swallowed it in one gulp, and didn't taste it."

The teacher ignored its answer and continued to ask, "Do you want to eat more?"

"Yes!"

At this time, the teacher drew a map on the blackboard and said, "This kind of apple is called Yantai apple, and it is produced here. We live here.

If you want to eat apples, go and snatch them back when you grow up, and let the people here grow apples for us every day, and you will have endless apples to eat."

"Teacher! I will snatch apples when I grow up!" Kobayashi Tazo, who had not tasted the apple, said loudly.

"Snatch apples!" All the little Japanese devils in the class shouted.

When the Japanese 104th Division was conducting landing training in Qingdao, Nakamura Goro and Kobayashi Tazo specially went to the market to grab a basket of apples to eat, but it was no longer the taste of childhood.

Now, this partner who grew up with him rolled down the hillside. In the eyes of other Japanese devils, Kobayashi Tazo's life and death were uncertain, but Sergeant Nakamura Goro could see clearly that Kobayashi Tazo was dead. Three bullets had hit his chest. When it came in from the front and came out from the back, it was already a big hole, and it was impossible to save him.

Knowing that his partner was dead, Sergeant Nakamura Goro became more careful. He lowered his head, as if he wanted to get into the soil on this hillside. He could hear the sound of machine gun bullets hitting the soil.

At this time, he really wanted to go home. If he could let him go home, he would never want to eat apples again!

Sergeant Ito Masahiro lay in a low-lying position, firing at the machine gun on the hillside. He could only shoot a few shots from time to time to show that he was fighting.

Otherwise, if Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro found out that he was hiding here without moving, he would be forced to charge forward.

He had already seen more than ten Japanese devils being forced to charge forward by the squadron commander, and then rolling down from the hillside. Ito Masahiro fired another shot upward, and took back his rifle to start changing bullets.

Just now, he saw clearly that the machine gun above had a shield, and a large shield covered the shooter tightly.

This made the bullets that these Japanese devils shot up useless except for making a sound.

Ito Masahiro, who had changed his bullets, fired again at the top. Ito Masahiro, who already knew that it did not matter whether he aimed or not, did not look at it at all. He only needed to shoot in the direction of the top of the mountain.

Sergeant Saito Toshio was obviously dissatisfied with his perfunctory combat method, and said in a low voice, "Ito-kun! You are not doing this right. If you are not serious, and I am not serious, how can we attack?"

Ito Masahiro was afraid of the squadron commander and the squad leader, but he was not afraid of this Japanese devil who was lower in qualifications than himself at all. Hearing its words, he said a little angrily, "You still want to attack? Is that possible? Look at the Yamamoto Tank Squadron, they are all finished. We are not far from being finished."

Hearing it curse himself like this, Sergeant Saito Toshio was angry, "I am ashamed to be with you!" Leaving these four words, Sergeant Saito Toshio left this relatively safe position with his rifle. It was going to use practical actions to prove to Ito that it was able to attack.

Sergeant Ito Masahiro looked at Saito Toshio's back and sent two words, "Idiot!"

These two words were clearly sent into Saito Toshio's ears, causing it to stagger, almost falling to the ground.

Sergeant Saito Toshio was holding a fire in his heart, it was going to rush up, rush to the front, and rush to the top of the mountain.

When it stood at the top of the mountain, it would ask Ito condescendingly, "How is it?" Thinking of this, Saito Toshio felt an inexhaustible strength in his body.

It just rushed to the front in the sight of the entire squadron, and then was shot in the head and dropped its gun, rolling all the way down.

Looking at Saito Toshio, who had fallen not far away, Sergeant Ito Masahiro finally rushed out in the hail of bullets and dragged it back to his side.

This position was where Saito Toshio had been just now, and now it had come back here after a round, but it was already dead.

Ito Masahiro gently stroked Saito Toshio's unclosed eyes and said in a low voice, "Die early and be reborn early. If you set foot on this land, you will die here sooner or later."

Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro watched as there were fewer and fewer Japanese devils under his command, and he was very anxious! Just when he was about to order the Japanese devils to launch a suicidal charge,

Suddenly, he heard a buzzing sound in the air, and they were too familiar with this sound: it was a plane!

On this land in Guangzhou, only they had planes, and not a single Nationalist army plane had appeared.

Squadron Commander Watanabe Ichiro stopped the order he was about to issue: With the planes coming to help, their infantry would be much easier.

The Japanese devils of the Takeuchi Takuma Battalion all heard and saw a fleet of planes flying over.

This made these Japanese devils excited, and their morale, which had just fallen to the bottom, suddenly rushed to the peak.

Battalion Commander Takeuchi ordered, "Each squadron cooperates to attack!" Now it was no longer afraid or panicked, with planes in hand, it had the world!

Enemy planes have appeared! Lin Fan and the others, who were standing on the top of the mountain watching the battlefield, discovered it earlier than the Japanese devils.

When the observer team, He Deyuan and the others, saw the enemy planes, they became a little anxious. He Deyuan could no longer care about the order to speak less, and said anxiously to Lin Fan, "Commander Lin! The enemy planes are coming, let's hide!"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "No need to hide! We're just waiting for them to come. It's a pity that there are too few enemy planes."

"Too few? What do you mean?" He Deyuan did not understand, and neither did their observation group.

Lin Fan returned to the anti-aircraft gun again, and this time he changed to another gun. He Deyuan and the others understood: Commander Lin was attacking both the sky and the ground! He had just destroyed the tanks on the ground, and now he was going to shoot down the Japanese devil's planes?

But the planes were so far away! Yes, today's battlefield was a bit special. The battlefield where the battle was raging was three kilometers away from Lin Fan.

The Japanese devil's planes were even farther away! Squadron Commander Ogura Mitsuo was not yet familiar with Conghua, but they could first go to Conghua Town and then fly along the highway.

Soon they saw the thick smoke rising from the highway in the distance. They flew high and could see far. From the high altitude, they could see the entire situation on the battlefield