Rebirth of the National Marshal

After the Japs were ready to attack, their six bombers roared in.

These six bombers were all old-fashioned Type 600 Mitsubishi bombers, with a bomb load of only a pitiful kilograms.

Because there were no important targets such as strong bunkers, all they carried were 50-kilogram aerial bombs.

"Battalion Commander, the Japanese bombers are coming. I'm telling my brothers to prepare the anti-aircraft machine guns." The Japanese bombers could be seen in the distance.

"Just prepare less. I don't think those bombers can fly over our heads." Ma Lieshan has already seen his own fighter squadron flying over from behind.

Most of the anti-aircraft weapons used by the security team now are still American-made 12.7mm large-caliber machine guns, which are equipped with a tripod underneath for air defense.

"Damn it, what's going on? Is there a spy among us? How come the other side knows we are coming to bomb with just the air force?" The captain of the bomber leading the team cursed loudly. They were all bombers and had no defense capabilities in the sky. If they were entangled by the enemy's fighter jets, they would be dead. Now she has seen her fate. Even if she immediately requested support from the airport, it would not bring any change.

"Quickly drop the bomb and return." It is said that the pilots of the Japanese devils are elites, but there is no trace of elite in the way they handled the situation. They have already spotted the enemy fighter planes, but they are still thinking about dropping the bombs on the enemy's positions. They should just find a random place to drop it. Running away is the most likely way to escape.

Although the other Japanese pilots felt that the order given by their squadron leader was a bit wrong, their long-standing habits made them obey the order.

"Take cover, watch out for bombs." the officer on the ground shouted.

The soldiers each found a relatively secluded place and hid themselves. The aerial bomb dropped from them was no joke.

However, the bombs were almost never dropped accurately. They were thrown down in a hurry without using any sights or anything like that.

The bombers exposed their butts to the fighters. This was a tactic that could not fail more. Only this group of Japanese pilots could do it.

"Brothers, look at how the Japanese are giving us face. If we let one go, we will lose face. Listen to my orders. The first squadron will take these six planes from the left, and the second squadron will take them from the right." Captain Leng Feng, captain of the second fighter squadron, said.

Leng Feng was born in the United States as a Chinese immigrant.

He has been very interested in flying since he was a child. When he grew up, he passed the selection of the American Air Force and became an official pilot of the US military. However, the status of Chinese in the United States is very low, and the same is true in the military. He has always lost himself in the army.

Later, when he saw the recruitment advertisement here, he resolutely chose to retire in the United States and traveled across the ocean back to his homeland to join the Chahar Air Force.

This kid does have his own strengths. Others need more than two weeks to master the BF109 fighter, but this kid can perform some difficult moves after only flying for two hours. His skills are really strong. No wonder his superiors were reluctant when he wanted to retire.

The two machine guns mounted on the bf109 fighter opened fire at the same time. The first Japanese plane was hit and went down directly, trailing black smoke.

When the security soldiers on this side saw the Japanese plane landing, they immediately cheered. This was indeed the best way to boost morale. On the other hand, the Japanese devils' faces turned black. They couldn't understand why such a powerful army aviation team was no match for the Chinese Air Force.

The remaining five planes began to flee in separate groups, but there were two fighters behind them staring at a bomber. Where could you run to? Your speed was not as good as theirs, and your aircraft performance was not as good as theirs. The final result was that you would die somewhere. Even if your flying skills were very advanced, you could only delay the flight for a few minutes.

"Die!" Logically speaking, his air force support had failed, and the troops on the ground should have chosen defense and found new tactics. However, Konosuke Matsushita was unwilling to face his failure. He was now a rising star in the Japanese warships. If he failed here, his future would be difficult and he might be transferred back to the domestic reserve. This was definitely not what he wanted, and it would also bring shame to his family.

Although the soldiers below did not want to launch an attack, their superiors had already given the order. In the Japanese army, obedience is the first element, and no matter what ideas they have, they cannot go against the superiors' ideas. So they picked up their Type 38 rifles and began to advance towards the distant position.

The few Japanese soldiers running in front immediately half-knelt on the ground, picked up their grenade launchers, and wanted to suppress the opposing Chinese army.

With a crisp gunshot, the helmet of a soldier on our side was blown up. Now let's talk about the Japanese devils' helmets. There is a red five-pointed star in the center. During the Second World War, many American snipers aimed at this red five-pointed star, which would definitely kill their heads.

However, two shells were fired and exploded on the security regiment's position, injuring a soldier whose leg was broken.

"You guys use grenade launchers to suppress position 815." The security team is also equipped with a certain number of grenade launchers. This weapon can be said to be the best support weapon among all the weapons carried by individual soldiers.

More than three grenade launchers fired at the Japanese devils who were charging. At the same time, the company's 60-mm mortars also suppressed the Japanese devils who were charging.

"Hit them hard and let them know that our security team is definitely not a pushover." Ma Lieshan killed a Japanese sergeant who was about to charge forward with his pistol.

The two M2 large-caliber heavy machine guns beside him opened fire immediately. These 12.7mm bullets were different from ordinary bullets. If one shot hit a Japanese soldier's waist, the whole person would be cut in two. Such a person would definitely not be alive if he was pulled back.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and the Japanese 76th Regiment, rd Infantry Regiment had suffered more than % damage.

The 70nd Infantry Regiment was slightly better, but more than % of them had been killed, and with the injured, more than % had lost their combat effectiveness. It can be said that the th Infantry Mixed Brigade had lost its ability to attack.

However, the battalion at Malie Mountain also suffered heavy losses, with half of the men no longer able to pick up guns.

The task of capturing Zhanggu Town before dark was absolutely impossible to accomplish.

Konosuke Matsushita looked at the troops under his command. The two infantry regiments had lost their ability to attack. The cavalry regiment could still do it, but in a positional battle, if the cavalry was sent to charge, it would be of no use except to increase the other party's record. The artillery regiment had suffered all its losses, and not even a single gun was left.

"Request the headquarters to give us tactical guidance." Konosuke Matsushita gritted his teeth and said these words. He felt as if all the strength in his body was gone. This was simply a shame, an absolute shame for himself. In the Japanese army, tactical guidance meant seeking support. There was only a security regiment of more than 3000 people in front of them, and his brigade of more than 1 people failed to capture their positions. Moreover, more than half of them were killed or wounded and had lost their ability to attack.

Reinforcements arrived at the command post on Malie Mountain.

Two companies from the Second Battalion came up with some artillery ammunition.

Ma Lianshan was still the commander-in-chief at the front. He immediately dispersed the troops brought by the two companies of the Second Battalion to the surrounding positions. His own battalion suffered heavy losses today.

Liangzi is a new recruit today, but by the evening he will be a veteran.

Because all the soldiers in his squad were dead, only he and the old squad leader were left, and now she was also a deputy squad leader.

"Sergeant, I have only been in the army for a few days, and I have become the deputy squad leader. Who can I lead?" Liangzi looked at the Suomi submachine gun in his hand.

"You killed seven Japanese today. What's wrong with being a squad leader? It's fine." There was no sadness in the squad leader's eyes. The battlefield was like this. All he could do was to continue killing Japanese to avenge his entire squad.

The situations of other squads on the surrounding positions were similar to ours.

This is how new recruits gradually become veterans. The one who survives among five or six new recruits becomes the deputy squad leader.

Soon, a group of new recruits were sent to them. These recruits still had childish looks on their faces. Liangzi was the same as them yesterday, but now he suddenly felt that he had to protect these people, just like the deputy squad leader protected himself.

"I say you are all so nervous, why are you so nervous? The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side are just like us, born and raised by our parents. When the battle starts, no one should shoot randomly. One shot will kill one Japanese soldier at a time." Liangzi's voice was not that loud originally. He had a hoarse voice because he drank less water in the battlefield these days. He imitated the tone of the squad leader to teach these new recruits. The old squad leader who was cleaning his gun smiled, thinking that this kid had grown up.

It is not known how many of the new recruits who have just entered the battlefield will survive, but the veterans who remain on the battlefield have become the most valuable assets of the Security Corps. After this battle in Malie Mountain, this battalion will definitely be expanded.

When the sun rose the next morning, Konosuke Matsushita received a report from his reconnaissance troops that a large number of security troops were found on the left and right wings. Their German-style uniforms had exposed them. We were surrounded. . . .