my bright sword career

Facing the ferocious anti-aircraft firepower on the ground, the diving Stuka dive bombers still bravely rushed out of the barrage and dropped bombs.

For a moment, air waves rolled next to the train, orange fire appeared, and the ice and snow on the ground rose into the sky like a whirlwind, and then the plane rose rapidly.

Turn around facing the sun, then turn left and nose down, aim at the train and pounce again.

Another bomb was dropped hundreds of meters away from the train, and the MG-17 7.92mm machine gun on the nose of the train was used to fire downwards. The bullet was like a whip of fire, constantly picking up the human bodies lying on the snow and beating them in the snow dust. Rolling over, the Japanese soldiers lying on the snow quickly jumped up and ran in all directions.

A Japanese soldier was knocked to the ground by a bullet. He scratched for a while and then stopped moving.

The other soldier ran to the left for a while, and then ran to the right for a while.

At this time, he was panicked and kept looking left and right, but the machine gun bullet still knocked him down from the side, like a red-hot iron wire penetrating him from top to bottom. After being shot, he finally fell motionless on the snow. , even though he was dead, the cotton wool on his body was still smoking.

Qingshui knelt down on one knee and raised his command knife high to issue orders to the soldiers hiding behind the bunker:

"No running..."

But before he finished speaking, he felt as if his back had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he fell to the ground.

When he lay limply on the ground, he felt an incredible silence. He could no longer hear the sound of machine guns or the roar of enemy planes. He knew that he was going to die, and he would also become the No. 1 senior Japanese commander killed in this battle. Officer, a division commander, but his name is destined to be submerged in the ocean of history.

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"Your Excellency, Commander, the No. 40 [-]st Division was attacked by Chinese bombers near Datong. The division commander, Lieutenant General Qing Shuigui, has been shattered."

Major General Fujie Keisuke, chief of staff of the First Army, hurried to Yoshimoto Teiichi's office to report.

"Nani...Qingshui rules and jade pieces?"

Yoshimoto Teiichi couldn't believe his ears. Shimizu Nobuhiro was a rare senior division commander.

The 41st Division's ability to regain combat effectiveness so quickly is inseparable from Qingshui Ruijie's efforts. How could it be killed in battle like this?
He was stunned for a long time, and then asked: "What about the 41st Division? How are the casualties?"

"The casualties of the 41st Division are not small."

Fujie Keisuke looked quite sad, "According to the telegram sent by the 41st Division Chief of Staff, the 41st Division suffered more than 300 casualties in this round of bombing.

As for the injured, there were even more, at least no less than one wing. "

Yoshimoto Sada remained silent for a long time.

After a while, Fujie Keisuke asked: "Your Excellency, Commander, what should we do now? Should we let the 41st Division continue to move forward according to the original plan?"

Yoshimoto Teiichi felt a pain in his head. According to the usual practice, if a division loses a regiment of troops, or even the division commander is killed, it must withdraw immediately and wait for the replacement of the new division. The war can only continue after the leader takes over.

But the situation is different now. The First Army is fighting fiercely with the Jinsui Army and the Eighth Route Army under Taiyuan City.

While troops are urgently needed at the front, he really wants the 41st Division to withdraw. What do you want the division commanders who are fighting fiercely at the front to think?
Oh... Let's work together and fight tooth and nail at the front, but it's better for you. The whole division retreated without firing a shot. What about me?
The most important thing is that the 41st Division has just been reorganized in the mainland for more than half a year, and it has to be withdrawn to the mainland for rest less than half a month after it was brought to China. This cannot be justified.Thinking of this, Yoshimoto Sadao gritted his teeth one by one, "The 41st Division cannot be withdrawn. It is a pity that Shimizu-kun is loyal to the emperor, but this is not a reason to withdraw the 41st Division.

His chief of staff is called..."

"My name is Takeda Tokuo." Fujie Keisuke added.

"Yes... Isn't Takeda Tokuo still there? You immediately send a report to Takeda Tokuo and ask him to quickly gather his troops and move closer to Taiyuan. They must reach the scheduled destination within two days. Do you understand?"

"Hi!"

The snowstorm that lasted for several days has ended, but the snow has not stopped, and the endless snow has covered everything on the ground.

Temperatures of more than ten degrees below zero are not uncommon for people living in the land of Shanxi, Hebei and Shandong, but this year's temperature is lower than in previous years. The low temperature of more than minus 20 degrees has lasted for two weeks. The severe cold has become the main reason why people are still fighting under the city of Taiyuan. The biggest enemy of the two armies of Japan.

The sentries wearing steel helmets and thick cotton-padded clothes stared at the cold white land covered with ice and snow with sore eyes. The freezing temperature had plunged the whole world into hypothermia. For more than half a month, the condescending Jinsui Army It has repelled dozens of Japanese attacks.

Several kilometers behind the warning sentries, on the white land covered with ice and snow, countless pairs of eyes are staring ahead, waiting for the order to counterattack. The white cloth camouflage net hides the artillery and soldiers, making it difficult to detect even by aerial reconnaissance.

The gunners were standing by the artillery. Hundreds of heavy artillery were painted white and pointed high into the sky. These guys with calibers ranging from 75 to 155 mm were almost the artillery that the Jinsui Army and the Liantai Militia could collect. .

Behind the artillery, there were mountains of artillery shells. In order to ensure the supply of artillery shells, the officers in charge of logistics went almost crazy and plundered almost every ammunition depot in every corner.

The artillery commander in a white cloak ordered the gunners to check the fuses of the artillery shells from time to time, while anxiously waiting for the command to fire. Suddenly, the silence of the ice field was interrupted by the sound of phone calls one after another on the snow, and the dead ice field came back to life.

The commander who received the order turned to the gunner and issued an order: "Binding 1350~1860..."

The gunners were refreshed and raised their arms one after another, adjusted the shooting angle and turned the muzzle according to the direction specified by the commander.

Whether it is the artillery of the Jinsui Army or the artillery of the Liantai Militia, they have gathered the best artillerymen in the Chinese army in this era.

The former is because they are all veterans, and they are almost familiar with the artillery in their hands.

The latter is because after several years of training, the number of shells they fired is definitely the largest among all Chinese artillery, and they are also the most skilled.

"Fire!"

When the red signal flares pierced the sky, the commanders of the artillery positions roared angrily.

Today will be a major counterattack against the Japanese First Army in Shanxi, and the roaring heavy artillery will kick off this great moment.

In the later archives of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War, an unknown artillery commander recorded this moment: At 1943 o'clock in the morning on January 1, 25, my brave and fearless artillery launched an attack on the Japanese army that was attacking me. Deadly shelling…

Countless shells rushed out of the muzzle and flew for nearly ten miles before plunging into the Japanese position. The high explosives it carried turned the Japanese position, rubble, and guns into powder and threw it into the air, forming a gray-black stream. Clouds and fog, and steel fragments from high-explosive bombs flew around. The Japanese soldiers who had been frozen in the field all night were vaporized in the explosive cloud composed of the flaming steel of the large-caliber shells before they could react.