Chapter 290

In the southern Hebei region, the Pinghan Line Railway between Shijiazhuang and Handan was suddenly paralyzed. Many railway sections were blown up or opened, three trains derailed and overturned, and the Japanese trains transporting military supplies to the south had to be congested in a cluster near Xingtai and Shijiazhuang.

The strongholds of the railway line near Guanzhuang between Shijiazhuang and Handan were being attacked fiercely by unknown main forces of the Eighth Route Army, and a large number of Eighth Route Army appeared almost at the same time on the Huangsizhuang on the west side of the railway line.

Both Shijiazhuang and Handan's Japanese command were almost blown up. As the battle near Guanzhuang suddenly started, the war began to fall into chaos. The armed forces and guerrillas frequently appeared and harassed Japanese strongholds everywhere.

There were constant gunfire outside the Japanese strongholds on both sides of the railway line, and the dense whistling of bullets stimulated people's ears. The pervasive fire and fire poured into the lungs, almost choking, and every shooting hole in the Japanese stronghold bunkers was crazily spraying out long flames, and the shells outside the walls of the strongholds were thrown into each other's positions.

Whenever a stronghold slowly disintegrates with a violent explosion, or is torn apart by flat-fired mortar shells, it will arouse a more violent shouting of killing on the Eighth Route Army positions outside the stronghold.

The Third Independent Regiment of the 115th Division is within the temporary command center of Guanzhuang.

"Commander Lu doesn't give us much time! Is the troops of the 129th Division opposite? "Gu Yue, the commander of the 115th Division Independent Third Regiment, suddenly asked the people around him.

"The 769th Regiment and 770th Regiment of the 129th Division have arrived at Huangsizhuang and are clearing nearby strongholds and moving closer to us! The 386th Brigade is restraining the main force of the 36th Division in southern Shanxi and cannot come here!" Political Commissar Wang took over Gu Yue's question.

"At seven o'clock! It's only two hundred meters now! No, you must open the gap! Otherwise, we won't have enough time to cover the transportation team to pass the railway line. The main Japanese troops in Shijiazhuang and Handan are likely to be on the way here." Gu Yue looked at his pocket watch, and the anxious look on his face became more and more intense.

At the beginning of the year, the Taihang Mountain base suffered a rare locust plague. In addition, the Japanese army suddenly launched a large-scale sweep, and the cage blockade of the base area reached unprecedented strictness. The military and civilians in the Shanxi-Shaan-Nei base area were generally short of food, and several major arsenals had to face the embarrassment of shutting down due to lack of raw materials.

Several major main forces in the base area jumped out of their original garrisons, on the one hand, it reduced the local food burden. On the other hand, it also wanted to collect resources while guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines. In June and July, the crops had already begun to be harvested, and a large amount of wheat, corn, and sorghum were harvested. The main forces such as the 115th Division, which jumped out of the original base area, took the opportunity to harvest a large amount of grain and supplies, and cooperated with the 129th Division, which was still guarding the Eighth Route Army headquarters in the Taihang War Zone, cooperated inside and outside to break through the Pinghan railway line and headed to transport it to the base area.

The Huangsizhuang and Guanzhuang areas are a certain distance from the Japanese assembly points such as Xingtai, and are also the garrison of the former 129th Division. The terrain is familiar and it is suitable to open a large hole to cover the breakthrough of a large transport team of nearly 5,000 people in this operation.

This time, the Eighth Route Army headquarters gritted its teeth and was willing to use its main force to cover the transportation team. The main reason was not only that the materials transported included food and weapons, but also the Western medicine, radio stations, aircraft accessories, weapon accessories, military raw materials, instruments and equipment and US military supplies to assist the CCP were urgently needed by the Party Central Committee and various base areas. This could cause the Japanese army to catch the guard off guard, and there were not many opportunities to penetrate the blockade line. The Japanese army that reacted would definitely press over and seal the gap in the opened blockade line again.

The gunfires ahead were like kitten scratching the hearts of people. The advancement, casualties, and equipment losses made every commander feel nervous. Once the combat plan is formulated, everything that happened during the implementation process is not something that the commander can grasp. The only thing Gu Yue can do is to wait quietly for the feedback of the battle situation of every step of the combat plan, or order the reserve team to set off!

"Report! The Second Battalion is approaching the railway line and is competing for Guanzhuang Station! Two of the 129th Division are breaking through at full speed!" A communication soldier trotted out of the communication room that was avoiding, and reported.

"Very good! Let the Second Battalion eliminate the enemy at the station as soon as possible, establish a defense on the railway line, and cooperate with the friendly forces of the 129th Division!" Gu Yue, with thick eyebrows, showed joy. The 115th Division occupied the railway line half an hour ahead of schedule, adding more confidence to this operation.

The railway line outside Guanzhuang, the exploded sleepers and stones were piled up, and bunkers were built for the machine gun points. Bullets shot from a small station west of the Pinghan Line were hit on the rails, and clusters of sparks burst out from time to time, and harsh sounds were heard.

"Machine gunner! Machine gunner, get out of here! Kill that fire point for me!" Wu Ergou, the second battalion commander, shook his throat and pointed at a fire point piled up with a sandbag on the left side of the station.

"The machine gunner is in place!"

Fan Guowen and his assistant Hu Zi carried a Markbi frame to the side of the railway with sweating, supporting the frame and pulling out the ammunition box.

The nearly 100 kilograms of weapons and equipment have been transferred to many shooting positions, providing firepower support for the second battalion's offense again and again. Maxim was almost exhausted from all their physical strength when she was lifted here.

"Prepare in 15 seconds!" Fan Guowen yelled with red eyes, and at the same time, he kept setting up machine guns to load.

"The supply of bullets is completed!" As the crack sounded, assistant Hu Zi completed his last action, and Maxim showed a sharp ferocious and murderous aura!

"Open fire!" Battalion Commander Wu second waved his hand!

Twist! ~ The dull Maxim machine gun shot a string of fiery red bullets and rushed towards the station!

The defense of sandbags built up bunkers by the Japanese firepower points was blown up by 7.9mm projectiles, and dust pillars mixed with blood. Amid the dying howl, the weak sandbags and the Japanese machine gunner's body were instantly torn to pieces by the rain of bullets.

"Kill!~~~~~~~~"

Almost following Fan Guowen's heavy machine gun bullets, Zhu Li, deputy company commander of the Second Company, rushed into the station with a dozen soldiers with Type 81 rifles. Metal impact, howlings and gunshots suddenly filled the entire small station.

Maxim's bullet rain continued to sweep towards other fire points at the station without any pause. The howl and the noise of the bullet rain hitting hard objects mixed together. From the start of the battle, Fan Guowen's way of blocking the Japanese fire points reduced many unnecessary casualties in the Second Battalion, and even the shooting holes of the Japanese stronghold were not spared.

As soon as the gunshots at the station stopped, a group of sharp whistles were heard flying from afar.

"Lying down!" As soon as the shouts of several quick-reacting soldiers left, a cluster of red fire clouds surrounded the entire railway station. The remains and weapons fragments of the Eighth Route Army soldiers near the railway station flew around, and blood rain mixed with minced meat and sand fell from the air.

Neither the third regiment nor the Japanese strongholds on the railway line had such a large grenade launcher group. The Japanese reinforcements that the Second Battalion least wanted to see arrived. Judging from the direction of the closer gunfire and grenade launcher shells, they should be reinforcements from Xingtai.

After smearing his face, he saw blood in his hands. Fan Guowen was stunned and roared to the sky: "Fuck you, the 18th generation of Japanese ancestors!" Relying on his anger, Fan Guowen was furious and picked up a whole heavy machine gun and rushed towards the Japanese reinforcements who were rushing towards him. Maxim was on the Japanese bunker that had just been destroyed and pulled enough fire to shoot at the Japanese grenade group.

"Brothers! Get me back on the ground!" Battalion Commander Wu shakingly from the pile of gravels with difficulty, his right arm swayed without consciousness, and a shocking hole in his naked chest was cut, and a piece of red meat was turned up.

"Kill!~Kill!~" The soldiers of the Second Battalion, who had just passed the baptism of Japanese artillery, burst out with all their potential, just like a bayonet that frantically penetrated into the enemy group before the Japanese army responded, opening up a big melee!

This scene on the railway line fell into the eyes of the third regiment commander Gu Yue. He put down his telescope and gritted his teeth and said, "The Second Battalion is in trouble this time! You can't wait any longer! The Third Battalion of the Reserve Team sets off immediately! The Transport Team is ready!"

Maxim suddenly became silent when she roared, and Fan Guowen glanced at him and said, "Huzi! Bullet!? Quick!"

"Plane, platoon leader! There are no bullets!" Hu Zi lowered his head and whispered. The ammunition box at his feet was empty. The violent and refreshing strafing just now had consumed all the inventory they carried with him.

"Where are the baggage soldiers! Damn! Why haven't they come up yet?!" Fan Guowen looked around, but saw that more than a dozen baggage soldiers carrying ammunition boxes to transport ammunition to the battlefield were suppressed by the enemy's firepower points and could not lift their heads. They could not move in a short while. If they had known that there would be only a few bullets left to cover them up.

At this moment, a slight roar came from the sky, attracting the attention of both parties on the ground!

airplane?!

Neither the Eighth Route Army nor the Japanese army had effective air defense weapons. The emergence of aircraft on the battlefield could almost become the key to reverse the entire battle situation.

The Japanese reinforcements coming from Xingtai were overjoyed. The appearance of the plane was like becoming their trump card of victory. Instead, they were not in a hurry to attack. Several Japanese soldiers even waved their hands at the sky, trying to attract the attention of the pilots.

As if you saw the hard-working actions of Japanese soldiers on the ground, the two planes flew towards the battlefield on the railway line!

"Damn it! Change the gun!" Fan Guowen pushed away Maxim, who had no bullets, and began to look for other guns on the battlefield. Without bullets, it was equivalent to scrap iron. Airplanes?! Airplanes are considered bad?! He could build a house after he got off the plane. No matter whether you were flying in the sky, you would beat them together anyway.

"It's Zero! Long live! The elite of the Imperial Air Force!" Several experienced Japanese soldiers cheered.

The two planes began to attack and dive towards the railway line. The intention of participating in the war was undoubtedly revealed, and a sharp roar came from the air.

Political Commissar Wang also saw the two planes diving towards the battlefield, his face turned pale and said, "Notify the troops! Pay attention to air defense concealment!" In the eyes of various Eighth Route Army units, the Japanese fighter jets were like natural disasters and were the most difficult troops to deal with.

"Winning!~~" Lieutenant Panasonic, who was carrying this reinforcement army, howled and issued a declaration of victory!

"Why is the plane gray?" A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly saw that the two Zero-types were getting closer and closer, and the colors seemed different from the previous ones, but a violent rain of bullets from the air had already torn him and his comrades around him into pieces.

Two fighter jets were one on the left and one on the right, and red flames kept flashing on the noses, and a ruthless rain of bullets plowed on the Japanese positions.

Holding the quilt-blocked samurai sword in his hand, Lieutenant Panasonic dragged his broken body with one of his legs and shouted unwillingly: "Baga! ~ We are..."

The answer to him was two huge explosions. Two 60-kilogram aviation bombs mounted by Zero fighter were dropped!

"...Owner!" Lieutenant Panasonic, whose body was cut off by shrapnel, collapsed to the ground, spit out his last words, his eyes wide open, and he still refused to close his eyes.

"Damn it! Who is your own person with you little Japanese?" Li Wei, who was already a little adapted to the flight, pulled the operating rod and drove the fighter sideways to avoid the white smoke that exploded on the ground, and threw down two bombs, making the whole plane feel a little lighter.

"Come on, let the explosion come more violently!" Captain Bruno Harvey, who had experienced combat experience, could see the situation on the battlefield at a glance.

Two more huge explosions exploded into the Japanese bunker group on the west side of the railway line, and opened up a connection with the Third Independent Regiment in front of the 769th and 770th Regiments that had just rushed over.

The two fighter jets proudly pulled the nose again, and the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the ground saw clearly!

The left and right wings are clearly marked with crossing patterns of hammers and sickles. The fuselage outside the cockpit has a unique logo on the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, and the two words "Eighth Route Army" are marked with a large number.

"Eighth Route Army Fighter!"

Everyone on the ground, whether it is the Japanese or the Eighth Route Army, suddenly their pupils magnified. The sound of gunfire on the battlefield seemed to have become much quieter in this short period of collective thinking.

"Long live the Eighth Route Army! ~ Long live! ~" A tsunami-like cheer broke out on the Pinghan Line Railway! ~ Almost all the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the ground clenched their fists tightly and reached into the sky.

The Japanese army near the railway line lost all their fighting spirit and was immediately hit by the Eighth Route Army's morale surge, and they were defeated and defeated. The emergence of the Eighth Route Army fighter jets almost brought unprecedented major blows to the Japanese army's mind. I have never heard of the Eighth Route Army having fighter jets before. Even if they captured the Japanese airport, it was almost impossible for the Eighth Route Army to have pilots in the Eighth Route Army. At present, these two fighter jets that were rampant in the air and armed to the teeth brought a shock to everyone.

The two fighter jets flew through the ground and smoked up and then pulled up and continued to pounce, and fired at the Japanese army scattered around the ground. The bunker artillery towers were still stubbornly resisting the ground. Under the firepower of the aircraft-based machine guns, the walls were penetrated by fierce bullets, and the howlings in the defensive building were connected. Soon there was no movement and occupied by the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the ground.

Holding a telescope and staring at the two fighter jets raging above the battlefield, Commander Gu Yue said in a daze: "When did our regiment raise two planes to play?" He saw clearly that in addition to the "Eighth Route Army" on the fuselage, there was a line of small characters underneath: "The Third Independent Regiment of the 115th Division". He almost didn't dare to blink for a long time before he dared to confirm that he was right.

Puchi! ~

Zhengcomman Wang, who was holding a large teapot to drink water, was excitedly sprayed Gu Yue's head and face on the spot by these words.
Chapter completed!