"Shh Looking at the enemy troops running in the distance, Colonel Zhang Longbow, who was standing in the truck, spat with disdain on his face and put down the binoculars in his hand. Said proudly, "TNND, I still think I have met such a tough opponent, and I dare to attack at this level?" What a bunch of guys who don't know whether to live or die! ”

He took a hard puff of his cigarette and turned his head to shout to the signal soldier on the side, "Send a telegram to the ironclad tortoise shells of the Sixth Division, and ask them to attack immediately to cut off the enemy's retreat!" I'm going to make the enemy's dumplings! ”

A loud roar of engines sounded from the positions of the reserve armored regiment of the 6th Division. A large number of tanks rushed out of their positions and pursued the fleeing enemy troops.

A beautiful armored flank! How could the soldiers of the 35th Division, who were running on their legs, outrun the tanks advancing at high speed? Besides, they had rushed over with their legs before. By the time it was time to escape, there was no strength at all!

The soldiers, who were completely supported by their survival instincts, were cut off by the armored forces, and the last bit of strength in their bodies seemed to be suddenly drained. Many of the soldiers fell to the ground with a limp. There were also many soldiers who had a nervous breakdown and collapsed on the ground and wailed!

The commander of the 35th Division, Yazov, was stunned to see his troops being wiped out under his nose!

"How is that possible?" The telescope in Yazov's hand fell to the ground, and he stupidly looked at the gray chariots in front of him!

That's more than 1,000 officers and soldiers, even if you can't win the battle, you can always escape back, right? What's going on now? None of them managed to escape!

Yazov, who had finally come to his senses, hurriedly ordered his troops to attack, ready to meet his men. At this moment, a loud roar was heard in the sky.

Air support called by Colonel Changgong arrived.

Colonel Zhang's side is the main direction of the battle. After receiving his request for support, the Air Force ordered the nearest air formation to come to support.

After the air formation, which had planned to go to Vladivostok to bomb Vladivostok, flew to the battlefield, it quickly got in touch with the liaison officers on the ground.

Colonel Changgong gave the order to destroy the artillery on the opposite side and launch an attack on the enemy position if there was still room for it.

After receiving the order, the air formation immediately flew towards the position of the 35th Division not far from the opposite side.

Yazov's first reaction after discovering the fighters in the sky was, broken, artillery positions!

The order for urgent concealment was transmitted to the artillery positions. The guns that had been fighting happily immediately began to conceal.

Merely. How is it possible for a man to push a horse-drawn cannon to outrun an airplane? The artillery positions deployed in a large open field have long been discovered by the clairvoyants in the sky.

Captain Liao Furen, the commander of this air formation, shook his wings with four SBD dreadnought dive bombers in his formation, and then rolled sideways from a height of several thousand meters towards the artillery positions below that were still being hastily organized and hoeed.

As the chief plane, Captain Liao Furen pushed the operating stick and let his fighter rush towards the ground at a dive angle of nearly 70 degrees. It's getting faster and more stressful.

Captain Liao Furen firmly encased the target on the ground into the circle in front of him, pulled the trigger and fired a long series of calibration bullets when he was less than a kilometer from the ground, and after a slight correction, he pulled down the bombardier.

The high-explosive bomb, weighing hundreds of kilograms, violently detached from the hook, spread its wings steadily, and headed straight for the target below at a near-perfect angle.

After dropping the bomb, Captain Liao Furen's fighter plane was slammed lightly. Captain Liao Furen swings the lever. Piloting his love plane on an elegant sidewalk, out of the line of attack.

The three dive bombers that followed the long plane also dropped bombs one after another, and then threw a beautiful arc and followed off the line of attack.

By order of Gao Yang, all dive bombers were equipped with whistles capable of sounding a sharp siren. This kind of high-pitched sound can greatly stimulate the soldiers on the battlefield and destroy their will to resist.

Bombs with a sharp siren fell on the artillery positions of the 35th Division. The huge explosion stirred up a rush of dust. The flames were mixed with stumps, severed arms, and a large number of scattered metal parts.

The position of only a few artillery pieces simply did not use four bombs. It's just that Captain Liao Furen chose conservative tactics in order to complete the mission, and used half of the dive bombers to complete the mission.

The shells scattered on the artillery position were also detonated, and the dense explosions exploded like firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the entire artillery position instantly became hell on earth. Not a single artilleryman was able to escape from this purgatory fire.

Captain Liao Furen looked sideways at the dusty and fire-covered position below and nodded slightly. Picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "All turn around, go to the enemy's frontline position, and shoot out all the ammunition!" ”

For the 35th Infantry Division, which had no anti-aircraft fire and no air force support, everything today was a completely hellish experience. The warplanes whizzing in the sky shed countless death's greetings.

Wherever the bombshells went, there was no bunker fortification that could resist them. There is no survivor within a radius of tens of meters. And those fighters are just as hateful.

The feral cats dropped small bombs and fired their large-caliber machine guns at the ground. A point 50 caliber bullet hits a person, and it will immediately fall apart!

The long chain swept past it and it was a passage of flesh and blood!

The officers and men of the 35th Infantry Division put up a desperate resistance. With a rifle, with a mounted machine gun, shoot at a fighter in the sky. It's just barely a hit! Even if you hit it, it won't have any effect!

Yazov watched in despair as the fighters in the sky ravaged their positions. It wasn't until the terrifying birds flapped their wings and left that he came back to his senses to observe the enemy forces on the other side.

At first glance, the frightened hands and feet were cold, and the head was sweating.

A large number of enemy troops were driven from the opposite position. Densely packed with soldiers. Tanks, vehicles of all kinds appeared on the horizon like a black tsunami. You don't have to think about it, there must be countless heavy artillery in the rear of the enemy army!

"It's over." Yazov's lips trembled slightly. Muttered to himself.

Already cornered, Yazov had no effective strategy at all. The only way to do this is to keep sending urgent telegrams to General Bryuhel in Boeli!

Yazov could not have imagined that General Bryukhel at this time was already in a hurry. From Vladivostok to Choibal, snowflakes of distress telegrams were sent almost everywhere.

The front-line commanders all asked for reinforcements, troops, artillery, combat vehicles, planes, supplies. In short, everything!

It's just that General Brueghel now has almost nothing in his hands!

After several important bridges on the Trans-Siberian Railway were blown up, the road to reinforcements from the country was cut off. The only plane he had in his hands was almost completely lost in one morning.

As for the artillery, everything that can be deployed is on the front line, and there are only a few old guys in the rear. It's the same with tanks, which have just begun to assemble and are now not even able to send them to the front. All major transport hubs have been bombed, and those old tanks will not be able to get to the front without rail transport!

And most importantly, it's useless even if you go to the front! The number of enemy tanks reported by the troops of the Ussuriysk front alone is in the thousands! Even if the front-line troops exaggerated, there were at least hundreds of them after the water was removed.

And that's not counting the two armored divisions that the enemy deployed on the front line in Manchuria!

The only thing General Brühel could send out at his disposal now was the infantry. Those who have only undergone simple training, and are not even equipped with weapons! Simply put, cannon fodder.

The entire front seemed to have been broken through in one morning. The defensive plan he had carefully carried out during this time was like a hilarious joke in the face of the enemy's powerful offensive.

Those lines of defense that were originally considered strong and powerful were like papier-mâché, and they could be broken with a single stab!

"What should I do?" General Brucher, whose eyes were red, asked his chief of staff in a hoarse voice shaking the thick telegram in his hand.

With a serious expression and an expressionless face, Ubolevich threw the pencil in his hand on the map and sighed. Looking up at General Bryuher, he said, "There is no way, there are holes everywhere, and they can't be filled at all!" ”

"If you can't fill it in, you have to fill it in!" General Bryucher threw away the telegram in his hand and said in a deep voice: "I want to concentrate my troops on the line of Vladivostok and Chita. Resistance with the help of strong fortifications. Waiting for reinforcements from within the country. ”

Ubolevich frowned and said, "Just throw a large area of land to the enemy?" Moscow will not agree! They have sent a telegram demanding that we hold on to every inch of the country, destroy all the evil enemies, and let the troops fight to the enemy's house! ”

With his hands behind his back, General Bryukhel turned to look out the window at the city where smoke was still billowing out, and said in a low voice, "There is no possibility of victory in the field. The only way to resist is to shrink into a strong fortress. In this way, it is possible to stall for time and wait for the moment of counterattack. ”

"And the order from Moscow?" Ubolevich asked aloud.

"It's nonsense to say that you are holding your ground and fighting back now!" General Brucher slammed his fist into the map in annoyance. Hansheng said: "Moscow does not understand what the situation is now!" We're on the verge of collapse now! Almost all the main forces are on the front line, and I don't have strong forces at all in my hands! How to hold on? How to fight back? I can't even send troops to the front now! ”

"Is there no way?" Ubolevich pushed his glasses, and there was a solemn expression in his eyes.

"Alas~" General Brücher sighed and said, "The only option is to hold on and wait for help." Give the order to shrink all the troops that can still move into the nearest fort and city. Fighting in the streets, don't those neighbors pay the most attention to benevolence and morality? Let's hope they don't launch a devastating attack on a city with a large number of civilians, and then we have hope. ”

Ubolevich frowned slightly, and set his eyes on the city of Mukden on the map. I thought to myself, "Benevolence, righteousness, morality? That Gao Yang is a madman! (To be continued......)