Rise From Eight Hundred

"Yoshi! The Navy has dispatched two flying squadrons to bomb the Chinese. Order the 18th Division to speed up its march. It would be best if we could catch up with them in the afternoon, hold them back, and wait for the main force to encircle them. I want to see their general kneeling in front of me before dusk."

The Lieutenant General Commander of the Tenth Army, who had not smiled since Tani Hisao died in battle, smiled again and gave orders with great confidence.

Even more confident than him was Major Junji Watanabe, who was still flying in the sky.

The radio had already received reconnaissance intelligence from a reconnaissance plane that was one step ahead of them. The main force of the Chinese retreating from Songjiang was running wildly along the simple road.

The convoy of trucks and horse-drawn carriages stretched for several miles, and the dust raised covered the sky. Countless small black dots ran wildly towards the Suzhou River under the cover of dust, hoping to cross the bridge at the fastest speed.

However, no matter how hard they ran, could they outrun a fighter plane with a speed of 300 kilometers per hour? He could reach the destination in less than a quarter of an hour with a mere 80 kilometers.

Looking sideways at the fighter planes around him that were shining with cold metallic luster under the golden sunlight of the rising sun, Junji Watanabe, as the supreme commander of the bombing formation composed of fighters and bombers, was extremely confident.

Although the formation of 18 fighter planes was not the strongest formation dispatched by the navy in this war, the 18 heavy bombs it carried were terrible weapons that could definitely send anyone to hell, let alone a mere 20,000 people, even if it was 100,000 people? Without fighter planes, they could only tremble under the machine guns of the Imperial Navy fighter planes.

Even this Japanese Navy lieutenant who personally drove the Type 96 carrier-based bomber thought that the commander was too cautious. Not to mention that Chinese planes had not appeared over Songhu for a long time, even if they did, how many fighter planes could the weak Chinese Air Force send?

According to his idea, all 18 fighter planes should be Type 96 carrier-based bombers, and the powerful ground attack could make the Chinese on the ground extremely desperate.

Even if there were only a few Chinese fighters attacking, the Type 96 carrier bomber with three machine guns would not suffer any loss against the Chinese Hawk II and Hawk III fighters.

The confidence of the Japanese Navy lieutenant was not without reason.

At this time, the main fighter equipped by the Chinese Air Force was the Hawk II, which was an unsuccessful fighter developed by the Curtiss Company of the United States for 30 years. This old fighter still used a biplane, and the Americans did not use it themselves but threw it to China, the big sucker.

The maximum speed was only 320 kilometers per hour, and the bombs that could be carried were only 220 kilograms. The main Chinese fighter with only two Browning machine guns did not have an advantage over the Type 96 carrier bomber.

Even if it encountered the more advanced Hawk III of China, the Japanese Navy lieutenant was not intimidated, not only because of the huge number of 18 fighters, but also because of himself.

The three gold stars sprayed on the tail of the aircraft meant that he had a record of shooting down three enemy aircraft. If the Chinese did not come, it would be fine. If they dared to come, perhaps his tail would have a few more gold stars.

"Everyone, lower the altitude to 1,500 meters so that we can attack the enemy as soon as we find them. Don't give them a chance to evade." Junji Watanabe ordered on the radio.

"Hi!" The pilots of the Japanese bomber formation responded on the radio.

Their firm tone was as confident as their commander.

"Major, the crash of two reconnaissance planes the day before yesterday proves that the Chinese have anti-aircraft artillery positions near the bridge. Should we be a little more vigilant?" An untimely voice broke into the formation's public radio channel.

Obviously, this belonged to a member of the flight squadron who was half-crippled the day before.

Although they were ordered to keep silent when they returned to the mother ship, the pilots who were still afraid of shooting down six of their own fighters did not want to become turkeys burning under the muzzle of anti-aircraft artillery again.

The confident Major Junji Watanabe did not even use a tactic of probing attacks. In his opinion, it was extremely dangerous.

"Oh? Tang Zejun, your worry is not unreasonable." Amid the roar of the aircraft engine, Junji Watanabe's voice seemed a little cold. "But, can the Chinese predict where we will attack? Or, do you think their pitiful anti-aircraft guns can pose a deadly threat to our army? If you are timid, just scavenge for us from high altitude when we are bombing."

Anyone will be dissatisfied if they are poured a bucket of cold water when they are full of confidence. Junji Watanabe is no exception, and his response will not be very gentle.

The doubts in the radio channel disappeared.

Just as the major said, the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground alone is not enough to pose a threat to 18 fighter planes loaded with bombs.

If you hesitate because the Chinese have anti-aircraft guns, then don't fight. Everyone can stay at home to take care of the children. Isn't there any danger?

Besides, the Chinese have already played a ground ambush. How dare they play the same trick again?

The Japanese pilot who was rejected by the Japanese major in a cold tone also only knew "no more use of troops", but he didn't expect that the fixed pattern has always been used to break.

If it were the Japanese army generals who had been beaten hard on the ground, they would definitely not think so.

The Tang sword used the same tactics against the Japanese army on the Japanese navy.

In the wilderness, the advance team was still on the road.

The vitality of the ‘Hammer’, who was wearing a coarse military uniform and turned into a vest, was very strong. After only ten days, the Chinese rural dog with a bullet wound in its hind leg could walk independently. Although it was still limping, Niu Er no longer needed to carry it on his back with a cloth bag.

Ever since Tan Tai Mingyue arrived at the advance regiment headquarters and fed it two pieces of dried meat that he himself was reluctant to eat, ‘Hammer’ followed Tan Tai Mingyue like a follower, and the dog’s mouth was cracked, not to mention how happy it was.

Niu Er, who was ordered by Tang Dao to serve as Tan Tai Mingyue’s guard, secretly complained about this ‘lustful’ dog who forgot his loyalty when he saw a beautiful woman. He had carried it for so long, but he had never seen it grinning and sticking out its big tongue every day, so why did it become so servile when it saw the big reporter Tan Tai?

However, Niu Er also understood the "sexy" dogs. Whether it was the Fourth Camp, the Guard Camp, or the Advance Group, they were all male creatures. The arrival of the beautiful reporter Tan Tai Ming Yue was like a beautiful scenery, making the originally solemn road to death look much more beautiful.

No matter what, he had to protect the safety of Tan Tai reporter, not just the military order of the superior, the young sharpshooter secretly swore in his heart.

The "Hammer" following closely behind Tan Tai Ming Yue suddenly stopped, turned his head to the east, raised his ears high, and barked wildly.

It was the instinct of the creature, and the roar of the "Hammer" whose hearing was far superior to that of humans made the "Hammer" feel a huge threat, and it was reminding its human companions.

The Japanese planes are coming!

Niu Er raised his gun without hesitation and fired a shot into the sky.

All the infantrymen running in the wilderness immediately abandoned their baggage, except for the necessary guns and ammunition, and all the things they carried, and threw them all on the ground, and fled to the woods or bushes in the wilderness.

This was Tang Dao's military order.

Although the entire advance regiment was used as bait to attract Japanese bombers, it did not mean that they would just stand in the wilderness and let the Japanese bombers bomb. The infantrymen tried their best to avoid the terrible bombs of the Japanese planes.

But these avoidances belonged only to the infantry, and could not be left to the convoys that were still running a few miles away.

If the advance regiment was the abandoned child of the entire Songjiang army, then the convoy was the abandoned child of the advance regiment, and they had to bear the heavy responsibility of attracting the attack of Japanese planes.

Otherwise, the three thousand people here would all be under the attack of the Japanese heavy bombs.

To put it bluntly, they were not used as bait, but simply to consume the heavy bombs of Japanese planes. They were consumables.

Consume with life.

The carriage got off the road and fled to the surrounding of the wilderness.

Seventeen trucks were still dragging branches and wooden frames and rolling up dust and rushing forward.

Tan Tai Mingyue, who was being dragged by Niu Er to rush to the woods, turned her head to look at the dust in the distance, and her eyes suddenly blurred.

Although she had known for a long time that the seventeen trucks were the first to be abandoned, and that the seventeen drivers were the most determined officers and soldiers selected by the various departments of the advance group, and that they all left suicide notes first.

However, when she watched them moving forward firmly on the road to death, she was still sad.

When will my country and my army no longer have to use their lives as consumables to exchange for steel and explosives again and again?

She also knew that the man with a face as sharp as a knife and an axe not far from her, although he stood in the woods and watched all this expressionlessly, he must have felt extremely painful in his heart.

In the horizon, the roar of the Japanese engine had already been faintly heard. Although the bean-sized black dots that suddenly appeared in the still clear sky were still unclear, the dark mass had already proved the terrible number of Japanese planes.

The numbers further proved that the Japanese navy and army were determined to defeat this isolated retreating army.