Chapter 136 Annihilation of the Japanese Army

The Fifth Brigade of the Japanese devils suddenly sped up their march, and this situation was quickly reported to Lin Fan.

This time, the Japanese devils had mobilized the full force of an entire division, and Lin Fan couldn't let them get through so easily.

Zhu Qingmao led the entire aviation brigade to attack, launching an assault on the Japanese marching troops along the way.

The fighters, ground-attack aircraft, and bombers deployed in this direction acted together.

Battalion Commander Kitano Taro rode his horse, following the column on the road.

Riding on horseback, of course, gave him a higher vantage point than the average Japanese soldier.

The battalion commander looked at the marching column that stretched as far as the eye could see.

A wonderful feeling of being in control welled up within him, and he smiled as he said to the messenger walking alongside his horse, "Miyazaki-kun! It's been half a month since this campaign started, what have you gained?"

"Reporting to the honorable Battalion Commander: This humble one has witnessed the invincible strength of the Imperial Army and the weakness of the National Army, which crumbles at a single touch."

"Hahaha!" Battalion Commander Kitano Taro laughed happily.

"So what did *you* gain?" He was asking whether the man had managed to loot anything in the past half month.

"Honorable Battalion Commander! This humble one was too slow and has reaped nothing in the past half month," Miyazaki-zo said dejectedly.

These words resonated with Battalion Commander Kitano Taro, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "That damned National Government is now implementing this scorched-earth policy.

It has indeed reduced our gains, but these are only temporary. When we capture Chongqing, the rewards will be great."

"Hai! The Honorable Battalion Commander is right!" Miyazaki-zo said loudly.

As they spoke, Japanese infantrymen walked alongside them.

These Japanese soldiers had been marching very easily in recent days, and when they heard what the battalion commander said, longing expressions appeared on their faces. They were eager to rush into Chongqing and plunder to their heart's content.

The Japanese soldiers marched triumphantly towards Xingwan, the atmosphere was harmonious, and everything was so joyful.

Suddenly, black dots appeared in the sky. The Japanese soldiers knew, of course, that the black dots that appeared along with the low buzzing sound could only be airplanes.

"Look! The Imperial Air Force is attacking again!" Battalion Commander Kitano Taro said, pointing to the distant planes with his riding crop.

"What a mighty air force! Only the Empire can possess such a force!

It is an honor for those National Army soldiers to die under the attack of the Imperial Air Force," Miyazaki-zo quickly said.

"Yoshi! You understand perfectly! It is indeed an honor for a soldier to die under the guns of the air force!" Battalion Commander Kitano Taro didn't want to repeat the messenger's words exactly, so he changed two words.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers all laughed happily, believing that the battalion commander was right.

However, these ordinary Japanese soldiers weren't familiar with the battalion commander and didn't dare to join in the conversation.

But they could smile obsequiously: "Hahaha!"

A chorus of joy spread throughout Battalion Commander Kitano Taro's marching column.

The Japanese soldiers who heard the battalion commander's conversation, front and back, quickly inquired about it and then also began to smile obsequiously.

The laughter was like wind passing over water, the sound rippling out in circles.

Joy is contagious, and it spread from Battalion Commander Kitano Taro to more than a thousand Japanese soldiers in the entire battalion.

Battalion Commander Kitano Taro was very happy to see this situation, and he was very satisfied.

His laughter grew even more cheerful.

Zhu Qingmao led the Special Brigade's Aviation Brigade from the temporary airfield in Qian Tianhuang Village, searching along the road from Xingwan to Xiezhuang.

They soon discovered the whereabouts of the Japanese devils: tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers marching on the road.

Looking down from the sky, they were densely packed, like ants moving house, very conspicuous.

Zhu Qingmao ordered: "Bombers, first wave of attack, ground-attack aircraft to follow closely, fighters patrol at high altitude.

Use up all the bullets before withdrawing."

"Yes!"

The reason why he didn't let the fighters join the attack today was because Japanese planes had appeared over Pingluo Village again yesterday.

Fortunately, Lin Fan was there at the time, and the Japanese fighters didn't cause any damage to Bian Gang's ground-attack aircraft squadron.

Otherwise, the group of planes without fighter escort would have suffered heavy casualties yesterday.

Thinking about it now, Zhu Qingmao felt a chill down his spine, so today he would not let the twelve fighters join the ground attack no matter what.

Let the bomber group and ground-attack aircraft take care of the ground attack, and they just need to protect these planes.

Each doing their duty is the best.

The bomber squadron that received the order immediately began to dive, with Yue Daqiang flying the bomber in front.

Amidst the joyful laughter, Squad Leader Sawajiri Kufuo suddenly noticed that the planes in front were diving.

The screaming sound of the planes diving instantly drowned out the laughter of the entire column.

Then, one bomb after another was dropped.

The Japanese soldiers, who were just listening to the battalion commander's encouragement and laughing happily, suddenly fell from heaven to hell.

With a "boom, boom, boom!" explosion, the joyful Japanese soldiers suddenly began to wail.

Now, the two old devils are dead, and in Sawajiri's squad, I'm in charge.

Squad Leader Sawajiri, who had just felt like he had the power in his hands, didn't issue any orders for the time being.

His squad was being fiercely rubbed on the ground by the planes overhead.

Bombers are large, have a heavy load, and cannot fly slowly. Their machine guns swept across the road.

The ground-attack aircraft piloted by Feng Wencheng, Bian Gang, and the others were specially used to kill the Japanese army's ground forces.

The main focus was on the opposite of normal aircraft: pursuing the slowest speed and the greatest firepower.

The planes flew slowly at low altitude, and the bullets spewing out from the four machine guns formed lines.

The four streams of fire were like four whips, fiercely lashing the Japanese soldiers of Sawajiri Kufuo's squad.

The Sixteenth Division of the Japanese Army was at a loss, and all the commanders did the same thing: lie down on the spot!

Passively waiting for the planes to leave after bombing.

They didn't know that the attacking planes had come from fifty kilometers away. After the bombers dropped their bombs, it would only take half an hour to come back for another round.

The fighters patrolling in the air already had tankers coming to help, refueling these fighters.

The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground taking a beating forced the air detachment to temporarily change their tactics: the original plan was a single wave of attacks, but now it turned into continuous bombing.