Chapter 1 Still on the Afternoon of November 25, 1937

Tetsuya Ajita also let out the same "Ah!" as Yuto Miyo.

And then there was silence.

After the first "Ah!" came through the radio, everyone in the flight squadron that came to bomb the Jiangyin Fortress heard it.

Commander Shimo began to get nervous.

He kept calling into the radio, "Miyo-kun! Miyo-kun!"

A dead person could never respond to his call again.

He couldn't raise this person!

So he called out to another person, "Ajita-kun! Ajita-kun!"

Even someone who had just died couldn't answer.

This Tetsuya Ajita wouldn't answer either!

"Yanashita-kun! Yanashita-kun!" Commander Shimo began to call the last of the trio, who was also the best pilot in the team that had just pursued.

Hiroki Yanashita was a direct descendant of the Yanashita family, which had always been a famous samurai family.

In the new era, the men of this samurai family had to learn the family's martial arts and enter the military to gain experience.

In the words of the head of the Yanashita family: "This is the only way to ensure that the Yanashita family's millennium of glory will continue to be honored."

Hiroki Yanashita's skills were among the best in the entire flight squadron.

It was just that today he was too angry when he tracked down Ryota Chiyoda Fuji, so that he unknowingly fell into the net of bullets woven by countless bullets of the national army.

The spirit passed down from the samurai family for thousands of years made it impossible for Hiroki Yanashita to tolerate any sand in his eyes.

Ryota Chiyoda Fuji, who had deserted once, was already despised by him to the death.

He didn't expect that such a person would dare to desert again.

How could Hiroki Yanashita not be angry, how could he let him go?

It was just that he didn't expect that this Ryota Chiyoda Fuji was so cunning that he cleverly used the national army's Jiangyin defense line, so that the national army on the entire defense line was used by him.

Thousands of guns, hundreds of anti-aircraft machine guns and heavy machine guns fired a rain of bullets that made it impossible to defend against!

No matter how good Hiroki Yanashita's skills were.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain.

His plane finally took the first bullet.

He felt the sorrow of a broken drum being beaten by ten thousand people. After the first plane emitted black smoke, the rain of bullets not only did not decrease, but increased many times over.

This was because the national army soldiers were originally hiding in the fortifications, quietly watching the Japanese planes arrive.

Quietly waiting for these Japanese planes to drop their bombs, strafe and leave.

When these national army soldiers saw the Japanese planes flying so low and being hit by a cannon, they were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they all picked up their guns, regardless of whether they were aiming or not, and fired in the direction of the Japanese planes.

Such firepower became more and more dense, allowing Hiroki Yanashita's plane, which was less than a hundred meters above the river, to bear all of it.

I finally endured everything!

Hiroki Yanashita shouted unwillingly, "Ah!"

Following in the footsteps of his two comrades, he plunged into the Yangtze River.

Commander Shimo, whose long calls were not answered, was so angry that his nose was crooked: the whole event had completely exceeded his plan and understanding.

Ryota Chiyoda Fuji, the originator of the incident, was not only okay, but was also fleeing upstream along the Yangtze River.

All three fighter planes sent out to carry out the pursuit mission crashed.

He couldn't let this kid Ryota Chiyoda Fuji escape!

If he was allowed to drive the empire's fighter plane and defect to the national army on the opposite side.

Commander Shimo didn't dare to continue thinking about it: at this time, a traitor appeared in the aviation squadron, and it was still his subordinate.

No matter what the fate of this kid Ryota Chiyoda Fuji was, at least his ending would not be much better than his.

Thinking of this, Commander Shimo immediately issued the latest order: "The entire Ryosuke Amamura squadron, cancel the bombing of Jiangyin plan, and fully pursue Fuji Ryota."

The Ryosuke Amamura squadron had a total of seven planes, all of which were fighter formations.

The seven fighter planes immediately pulled up, flew high, broke through the Jiangyin air defense and continued to chase forward.

During this period, most of the planes of the Third Fleet's air combat team were driving the first fifty or so planes.

Had entered the combat area.

The planes rushing in the front were constantly shot down by cannons.

This time, no matter how the planes in front crashed, the planes behind it insisted on breaking forward.

Jia Yi Qian operated the anti-aircraft machine gun and fired fiercely at the enemy planes diving down.

Yu Da Yan and De Ben Li were constantly busy around him, changing magazines and delivering ammunition for the machine gun.

Not far from them, An Kang Fang was also operating another machine gun to shoot.

All the anti-aircraft artillery on the entire Jiangyin Fortress were firing at the fearless Japanese planes.

An Kang Fang watched the enemy's planes dive towards him with his own eyes. The machine gun bullets on the planes hit the anti-aircraft machine gun's shelter, which was very scary.

The Xiao Shan Fortress where Fan Lin was located shot down 80% of the enemy planes and attracted 90% of the enemy planes to attack.

Today, the Japanese planes no longer lined up in two columns like before, attacking in turn.

They seemed to be crazy. The first wave of more than fifty planes actually launched a sea of planes tactic.

Almost swarming up at the same time.

"With the Japanese tactics, even without a sharpshooter like me, their own warplanes have taken up all the space for other planes in the entire formation to evade.

Even ordinary anti-aircraft artillery can cause very heavy casualties to them." Fan Lin operated the eighty-eight-millimeter anti-aircraft gun in his hand.

He was still able to summarize the Japanese tactics with ease.

However: the Japanese tactics were definitely effective for Fan Lin.

Now there were already more than a dozen planes that had broken through the fortress's anti-aircraft artillery interception.

Machine guns and machine guns were also pouring down on the national army positions on the fortress.

Aerial bombs were thrown down one by one.

Fan Lin had no way to turn the muzzle to hunt down these fighter planes that had just broken through his defense line.

Because: behind the first wave of planes, the second wave of Japanese planes had already rushed up.

Fan Lin did not need to adjust the adjustment greatly to attack these planes.

The national army officers and soldiers on the entire Jiangyin defense line would not know: the Japanese planes that rushed up in the first wave were all deserters.

Their rush just now was a kind of loveless moth-to-flame behavior.

Those Japanese were hanging lanterns around the latrine—looking for death!

The second wave of planes were the talents valued by Kiyoshi Hasegawa, the commander of the Third Fleet.

Of course, these talents knew the consequences of desertion.

Therefore, they did not dare to escape, and they were unwilling to die.

In response to the accuracy of the Jiangyin Fortress's anti-aircraft artillery, they also summarized their own countermeasures:

The entire formation launched an attack from the south and north directions of the turret at the same time.

And the planes in each queue were not at the same height.

This tactic did work.

No matter how fast Fan Lin's movements were, he needed to adjust the direction and height of the barrel every time he fired.

The efficiency of artillery fire was so low in Fan Lin's view that it was outrageous.

But even so, Commander Shimo was already heartbroken.

The entire air combat team of the Third Fleet dispatched a total of 113 planes of various types this afternoon.

Just now, at least twenty planes had fallen in front of his eyes.

This did not include the three planes that plunged into the Yangtze River because they failed to hunt down Ryota Chiyoda Fuji.

The air battle was wonderful. The warplanes that exploded in the air from time to time smeared the sky with blue sky and white clouds as the background with a few puffs of firework-like blood red and ink-like black.

All of this was performed in front of the eyes of Kiyokazu Sasaki, the commander of the 58th Regiment, and Tatsuya Nakayo, the commander of the 65th Regiment.

Mitsuo Momohara, the captain of the tank squadron, was limited by the narrow field of vision inside the tank. He could only see from a distance that bombs were also falling on the positions that were bombing him.

This made him very excited. Finally, someone could help him.

Regardless of the fact that he and his entire tank squadron were being bombed by the turrets.

Captain Mitsuo Momohara changed the order: "Charge! Charge! Seize the opportunity to charge!"

Even from his narrow field of vision, he could see that the attacks launched from the turrets were much less.

Kiyokazu Sasaki, the commander of the 58th Regiment, and Tatsuya Nakayo, the commander of the 65th Regiment, who were standing farther away, also noticed this change in the Jiangyin garrison.

They did not hesitate and immediately issued the order: "Charge! Charge!

The cavalry is attacking!"

Each of these two regiments had a reconnaissance squadron, which was often trained to be used as cavalry.

After all, on a wide plain, few infantry could withstand a rapid charge of a cavalry of seven or eight hundred people.

Now that the artillery fire in front was sparse and the distance was a bit far, it was time to use the cavalry.

Of course, there was also the reason that the infantry who rushed in the front suffered heavy casualties.

The two regimental commanders hoped that the cavalry's charge could encourage the infantry to continue to charge fearlessly.

Commander Kang Xu was not unaware of the principle of striking while the iron is hot!

He had also read Lu Xun's book: Beat the Drowning Dog.

It was just that there were too many, too fast, and too fierce Japanese planes. He had to order all the anti-aircraft artillery that was firing directly at the Japanese infantry to change their targets.

Especially the several German-imported eighty-eight-millimeter anti-aircraft guns were changed from firing directly at tanks to attacking enemy planes in the air.

In addition, the strafing and bombs dropped by the Japanese planes all affected the performance of the officers and soldiers on the turrets.

This also reduced the bombing density of the turrets on the Japanese tanks and infantry by several levels at once.

This also gave the Japanese troops who came from the Xicheng Highway great confidence.

They thought in their hearts that the air combat team must have destroyed most of the artillery on the turrets.

With this idea in mind, what they saw was this result.

So the Japanese who were still fleeing in panic gathered again and continued to charge towards the Jiangyin defense line.

Commander Xing Liu heard in the command post that the Japanese infantry were still advancing despite suffering heavy casualties.

There were still enemy planes bombing overhead. For the time being, he could only order: "The 613th Regiment, you must hold on."

Yi Bin Luo was the commander of the 613th Regiment. Their positions were set up at the intersection of Baiqu Port and Dongheng River.

Watching the Japanese cavalry charging towards their defense line quickly.

He nervously ordered: "All companies prepare, fire immediately when the Japanese enter the five-hundred-meter range."

It was the Japanese cavalry who came to charge. Their speed was particularly fast. Commander Luo was unwilling to let them get too close.

He was afraid that his firepower would not be enough, and he would be injured instead of hitting the Japanese.

The Japanese planes that swept past the Jiangyin turret escaped from the muzzle, and some of them flew horizontally, flying towards the south, strafing non-stop along the way.

The mountains, rivers, cities, and villages along the way were all within the strafing target range of these planes.

In any case, these enemy planes that came to attack had to use up all their ammunition before they dared to go back.

Otherwise, Kotaro Obata's fate would be their fate.

The madness of these pilots broke out under the shadow of death, creating a strong desire for destruction.

They kept strafing along the way. The feeling of escaping death by chance made them need to vent even more.

Commander Shimo discovered a problem: it seemed that the proportion of bombers destroyed in the entire formation was much larger.

Those surviving bombers threw out all the bombs they were carrying on the planes, regardless of everything, when they passed over the Jiangyin Fortress.

As for whether there were any basic standards, they couldn't care about it at all.

Now that they finally left that cursed area, these bombers deliberately flew a distance away and then made a big circle.

Hoping that after these people went back, they would not need to attack again.

The enemy planes' crazy strafing did cause great trouble to Yi Bin Luo's 613th Regiment.

Some soldiers on the position had been injured, and at the same time, the Japanese cavalry had already rushed up.

Thousands of hooves were trampling on the earth, producing not only a thunderous sound.

There was also an indomitable momentum. This momentum made the movements of many soldiers sluggish.

They were not afraid. Their team was the 57th Army, which came from the Northeast.

They had not fought a serious war with the Japanese these years, but when the old marshal was still alive in the Northeast, there were many frictions with the Japanese.

These years, they were brought into Guan Nei by the young marshal, and they were subjected to sarcastic remarks, which had long made these soldiers determined to fight the Japanese hard and return to the Northeast.

Even if they died, they would die on the battlefield fighting the Japanese.

These soldiers were not afraid of death, but they were indeed shocked by the momentum of the charge of thousands of Japanese cavalry.

The sound of thunderous hooves was in their ears, countless hooves were flying in front of them, and the earth under their feet was trembling.

These soldiers came all the way from the Northeast. The military training they received was no less than that of the most elite German-equipped divisions under Kai-shek Chang.

It was just that the momentum of the Japanese cavalry charge was too strong.

So strong that it made people despair.

Regimental Commander Yi Bin Luo shouted hoarsely to give orders: "Fire! Fire!"

As early as when the Japanese cavalry had just begun to charge, he had given the order to fire when the Japanese charged within five hundred meters.

At that time, there were more soldiers firing. As the Japanese approached, the firepower on the position weakened.

How could Yi Bin Luo not be anxious?

Yuto Kunimitsu was the reconnaissance squadron under the 58th Regiment. In fact, it was a cavalry squadron. He led a cavalry team of six hundred and seventy-three people to charge.

The shells of the defending army exploded beside Captain Yuto Kunimitsu from time to time.

But he seemed not to see it, but kept urging the warhorse to speed up!

Accelerate again!

There was another cavalry squadron charging like him: Captain Kazuki Sakaki of the 65th Regiment also led his cavalry team to sprint.

The defending army's position was in front of them. Although the charge along the way had been bombarded by the defending army's artillery fire from a distance, causing some soldiers to be reduced in number.

As long as they could rush into the defending army's fortifications, all of this would be worth it.

They, these cavalry, had been galloping across this continent for several months in such a charge.

During these months, they had never failed to capture any position when they were dispatched.

Even if some positions were later taken back by the national army organizing its forces.

That was also just because the empire's infantry would not defend the city, which did not mean that they, these cavalry, would not attack fortifications.

Now the planes over Jiangyin are like summer rainstorms, coming and going, and have already passed.

The anti-aircraft guns on the Jiangyin turret, the fortress guns that were just strafed and extinguished by the Japanese planes, resumed bombing the Japanese infantry attacking the Jiangyin defense line from a distance.

The shells falling into the Japanese tank group and infantry pile increased again.

The sky had cleared, and there were no more planes buzzing annoyingly like mosquitoes.

Fan Lin's muzzle was also lowered. His movements were very fast.

He saw that the sky had cleared, and immediately began to adjust the direction and adjust the firing range.

Today, the Japanese attacked Jiangyin frantically. It was not time to rest after repelling the enemy planes in the air.

Japanese infantry, Japanese tanks, and Japanese cavalry were still attacking the Jiangyin defense line.

Just now, if it were not for the interference of the enemy planes in the air, Fan Lin would have already attacked these Japanese.

It was not too late now, there was still time.

Especially for the Japanese cavalry, even from a distance of several kilometers, he could feel the momentum of the cavalry team.

Fan Lin had only seen the power of cavalry in introductions, and he had not experienced it in actual combat.

However, he did not underestimate this arm because of this.

This arm had always been the most powerful arm since humans had wars.

This arm had always been a powerful arm until modern times.

It was just that in modern times, the commonality of automated weapons completely buried this arm.

The body of flesh and blood, although the speed was considerable, could not withstand the attack of dense bullets.

In the era where Fan Lin was, the speed of cavalry charge could also be reached by tanks, which made this arm completely have no practical value.

But Fan Lin did not dare to underestimate the cavalry team that appeared in front of him in this era.

Now Fan Lin was operating an anti-aircraft gun that could fire twenty rounds per minute to hit these cavalry.

The eighty-eight-millimeter榴弹, the power of a shell exploding could produce one thousand effective killing fragments. Within a range of seventy meters in diameter, one thousand effective killing fragments could make most of the living forces unable to escape.

Now it was time for Fan Lin to perform.