However, at this time, most of Zhou Xiong's regiment had already reached the edge of the forest.
Dao Hengxiaoqing really wanted to point his middle finger to the sky, so that coming so late would be of no use.
It's a pity that the war is too tight now, and he doesn't have this spare time.
At this time, it was really uncertain who would be hit when the bomb was dropped, so the fleet of aircraft hovered overhead for a while.
Leaving in a hurry, there are many battlefields in Shanghai.
Since there are no opportunities here, there are still many places to use force.
The air force came and left with ease, but Takaaki Inahashi was cursing below.
As more and more enemy troops poured into the grove, the two sides entered into a fierce hand-to-hand encounter.
Screams were heard in the woods.
Chen Dabiao hid in a tree.
The Browning pistol in his hand shot forward from time to time, sniping at the target in sight.
There were too many Japanese soldiers, one shot at a time, killing four or five people in a row.
Not long after the bombardment, a grenade from the Japanese army was thrown over, causing a hole in the tree pole, and Chen Dabiao also fell into the smoke.
A soldier from the 4th Brigade rushed in with a machine gun.
Facing the Japanese soldiers who rushed towards him, his hands trembled and angry bullets spurted out.
While mopping up three or four Japanese soldiers, he also accidentally killed one of his own.
It's just that no one cares so much about the chaotic war in front of them.
There is only one purpose in life, to kill all the Japanese in front of them.
"Go back.
I want to kill the Japanese and I can't take care of you anymore."
A soldier pushed the middle-aged man who had led the way and rushed towards the mulberry forest with his rifle.
"You, you wait, me.
I'm going to find the security team in the town."
The middle-aged man was so shocked by the bloody scene in front of him that his legs became weak.
It's not about one's guts.
Most people who have never seen blood suddenly see corpses everywhere, and the sight of mutilated limbs is considered good if they can endure it without vomiting.
Whenever the sound of engines is heard in the sky, it always means misfortune for the hostile ground forces.
In fact, after Jiang Li established his position in Gansu, he immediately started purchasing air defense equipment from abroad.
It's just that the war in Shanghai is too hasty, and the air defense weapons have not yet arrived.
Even if it arrives, it will take a certain amount of time to be trained before it can pose a substantial threat to these big birds in the sky.
So much so that although the 4th Mixed Brigade is now armed to the teeth compared to other national armies, its weak air defense firepower is a fatal flaw.
"Mo Jiarong.
Go and ask the chief of staff to withdraw the troops.
Japanese planes are coming.
Set up a few machine guns and shoot at the sky."
Jiang Wenhao turned to the guard with a gloomy face and said, "Additional notice Liao Changling, spread out your troops and stay together so as not to be attacked by the Japanese planes. " It is expected to suffer losses under Japanese aircraft, but whether casualties can be minimized depends on the commander's ability.
Jiang Wenhao was naturally very experienced in responding to Japanese bombings.
He quickly made adjustments to his troops almost as soon as he heard the sound.
"Quick, move quickly."
At this time, the artillery regiment of the 4th Brigade was busy working together.
The soldiers put nearby wooden branches next to the cannon, and then covered the cannon with a layer of hemp netting.
Try to disguise the cannon as similar to the situation on the ground to avoid being bombed by Japanese aircraft.
Although there were no anti-aircraft weapons, Jiang Li taught these soldiers a lot of small means of anti-aircraft.
"Go to hell, Chinaman."
After Aso Yukiri had been frightened by the air battle before, facing the defenseless ground troops in front of him, he quickly lowered the height of the plane and sprayed bullets at the opponent.
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The two Japanese planes behind also followed up at the same time.
Click, click, click, a few strong soldiers helped hold the tripod of the machine gun, and the machine gunner behind fired hard into the sky.
Several machine guns fired airtight bullets into the sky.
Puff, there were several low sounds.
Yuki Aso hurriedly raised the altitude of the plane again.
When he turned his eyes, he saw that there were several small holes in the wings.
It was so dangerous that he was almost hit by these blind Chinese cats.
What a dead rat.
I heard that a plane was shot down by that man's rifle.
Yuki Aso didn't believe it before.
Now that I saw those few tiny bullet holes, I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
It seemed that even when facing ground troops, we couldn't take it lightly.
The Japanese pilots, who were a little more cautious than before, raised their altitude again.
As a result, although the accuracy is somewhat compromised, the safety factor is also much higher.
The several machine gunners on the ground couldn't help but feel that it was a pity that they had wasted their efforts for a long time and failed to land a single fight.
"What are you doing in a daze?
Get out of the way!"
Then nearly ten planes wreaked havoc over the 4th Huncheng Brigade, spraying machine gun bullets and aerial bombs like rain, knocking out Li Chunhua's troops who had been attacking before they had time to retract their formation.
Indiscriminate bombing.
The formation was blown apart at that time.
The Japanese troops of the 11th Division took advantage of the situation and rushed out, chasing Li Chunhua's retreating troops and fighting them.
"Damn it, if it weren't for those damn planes, I would have allowed you to fight like this."
Li Chunhua stumbled on the ground while avoiding the shells that exploded nearby, and cursed angrily when he got up.
"Chief of Staff, please withdraw quickly.
Brothers, I can't stand it anymore."
The soldiers of the 4th Huncheng Brigade are not short of fighting to the death, but human beings are made of flesh and blood after all.
Facing the Japanese army's air-ground attack, they can only suffer at this time. .
The ground was shaking.
Ten or dozens of soldiers were lifted up into the air and disintegrated.
Aircraft machine guns swept down from the sky, and there were dense bullets.
Whether they could survive at this time all depended on luck.
Li Chunhua staggered slightly on the shaking ground, and suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.
His consciousness gradually blurred before he could wake up from the pain.
The guard next to the "Chief of Staff" saw the bloody hole on Li Chunhua's head, with red and white stuff flowing out of it, and his eyes turned red for a moment.
The Japanese troops in the onboard brigade took the opportunity to launch a charge.
Even if the troops commanded by Li Chunhua fought desperately, they could not last long.
However, the Japanese planes wreaked havoc for a while, causing serious casualties to the 4th Huncheng Brigade, and then flew away.
The reinforcements of the Mo Jiarong Regiment withstood the Japanese offensive, and the retreating Li Chunhua Division got a chance to breathe.
When Li Chunhua's death soon reached Jiang Wenhao's ears, Jiang Wenhao was stunned.
He was arrogant and had a tough personality.
There were not many people he could work with.
Li Chunhua was one of the few people who could live in peace with him.
Although the chiefs of staff sometimes complained to each other, an important assistant, friend, and comrade who had been fighting together until now suddenly died on the battlefield, leaving Jiang Wenhao a little at a loss for a while.
Jiang Wenhao is usually only touched when faced with casualties, but no matter how strong a person is, once these casualties touch those close to him, it will inevitably make people feel a bone-deep sadness.
"Bang" Jiang Wenhao hammered the table with his fist, and ordered with a livid face, "Send a telegram to Chen Honglu, saying that the chief of staff was killed in action, and ask him to immediately lead the air force to conduct air fire cover for our unit, and send the spare force Bring out all the artillery pieces.
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If you don’t tear a piece of flesh from the 11th Division today, I will feel sorry for the dead Chief of Staff
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