PFC Chapter 481 "Fire!
Chapter 481 "Fire!
As the 250-kilogram aerial bomb was dropped, the bomber's fuselage became lighter. The pilot only had to pull the joystick slightly, and the entire bomber was pulled up and began to climb again.
More than twenty 250-kilogram aerial bombs were dropped, and Haiguang Temple was basically turned into a sea of fire.
But this does not mean that the bombers' mission is accomplished, as they still have two small bombs on their wings.
Landing on an aircraft carrier is already extremely dangerous, and we cannot bring the bombs back with us.
However, although Haiguang Temple was basically destroyed and there was no need to continue bombing, these naval pilots quickly found the target again.
Before taking off, they had been informed that there were military police troops around Haiguang Temple, which were their real "friendly forces."
At this time, in a block near Haiguang Temple, three plumes of smoke were rising, forming a triangle.
This was a signal agreed upon in advance, the purpose of which was to let the naval pilots know the location of the military police, which was also the target they needed to protect.
After opening the canopy, the pilots of the Type 96 dive bomber stuck their heads out and looked down.
Soon, a convoy of garrison tanks heading towards the gendarmerie came into their sight.
"Yoshi! The target is coming!" The pilots immediately became excited and quickly closed the canopy.
On the ground, heavy tanks slowly drove towards the gendarmerie's artillery positions.
Each of these heavy tanks carried the garrison's determination to resist. Their tracks left deep marks on the ground, making a dull but powerful sound.
However, when the Japanese pilots saw the tanks slowly approaching on the ground, there was excitement in their eyes, but also a hint of deep disdain.
"With just these, they're simply moving iron coffins!" One of the pilots sneered sarcastically, and that laughter was full of arrogance and contempt.
They adjusted their course quickly with skilled and agile movements. Their long-term military training made them like well-trained killing machines at this moment.
The 30-kg attack bombs mounted on both sides of the wings are ready. Under the dim sunlight, these bombs are flashing with a cold metallic luster, quietly waiting to completely destroy the enemy.
The bomber dived towards the heavy tank like an arrow shot from a bow.
The whistling sound pierced the sky, and the sound sounded like the roar of a devil, or the prelude to death.
As the distance got closer, the pilots' heartbeats became faster and faster, their hands gripped the joysticks tightly, and their joints turned white from the effort.
But their eyes were filled with a kind of madness that came from being overwhelmed by the frenzy of war, with only destruction and victory in their eyes.
At the moment when it was extremely close to the tank, the attack bomb was dropped accurately.
The bomb, with powerful kinetic energy, like a meteor with a long tail, hit the garrison heavy tank moving at a snail's pace on the ground at an extremely fast speed.
The violent explosion produced a powerful impact, like a small earthquake, and the ground was shaking.
The tank's tracks were instantly blown off, and the heavy turret was blown away by the huge force. After rolling several times in the air, it fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Heavy tanks caught fire during the bombing, with thick smoke rising into the sky, and soon they became a pile of burning scrap metal.
Those soldiers who tried to escape from the tanks had just climbed out of the burning tanks with flames and wounds on their bodies when they were ruthlessly swallowed up by the subsequent bombing.
They only had time to let out a few faint screams, but the sounds seemed so insignificant amid the deafening explosion and the blazing flames, and soon disappeared without a trace.
The entire battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke. The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of burning was like an invisible net, permeating the air and making it difficult for people to breathe.
The flames burning in Haiguang Temple illuminated half of the sky red, and in just a few minutes, this place turned into a hell on earth.
After completing the bombing and dropping the last bomb, the Type 96 dive bomber immediately climbed and returned. They had to return to the Kaga as quickly as possible to restock the bomb fuel.
Not all the tanks on the ground have been destroyed, they need to come back and protect their "friendly" gendarmerie brothers!
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Shunsuke Nakamura looked at the Kaikoji Temple which was burning in the distance, then looked up at the naval bomber that was flying away, and couldn't help but be shocked by the power of the bomber.
At the same time, he turned his head and carefully glanced at Itai Yudai who had a cold expression on his face.
By the way, how did this guy survive the bombing by the heavy bombers of the garrison troops!
"Nakamura-kun, the navy has finished bombing, it's our turn now!" Itai Yudai turned his head and looked over with cold eyes.
"Tsk, I don't think it's necessary, I guess. Kaikoji Temple is finished. If we continue to bombard it, we'll really leave no chance for others to survive!" Nakamura Shunsuke said hesitantly.
"What? Is our Chief of Staff Nakamura sympathizing with the garrison troops? Have you forgotten the many military police who died under the garrison troops' Army Aviation bombers?" Itai Yu asked with his eyes wide open.
"No, that's not what I meant." Nakamura Shunsuke waved his hands hastily, then smiled helplessly, turned to look at Nakagawa Ken and said, "Give the order, start the bombardment! Use all the three carts of shells you brought!"
"Hi!" Ken Nakagawa, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately led his men to rush towards the artillery position.
The gendarmerie's artillery position was filled with a busy and tense atmosphere at this time. Twenty-one Type 92 infantry guns were arranged in an orderly manner, with their barrels pointing grimly at the burning Haiguang Temple.
Four 75mm mountain cannons were mounted majestically nearby, and mortars were densely distributed around them, like poisonous stingers ready to strike.
The military police were dressed in khaki uniforms. They moved nimbly between the ammunition piles and artillery pieces amid the hoarse roars of the squadron leaders, platoon leaders, and military police squad leaders.
They hunched their backs, holding the heavy shells tightly in their hands, and walked in quick steps. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads, dripping onto the dusty ground and disappearing in an instant.
"Get ready to fire! Target: Haiguang Temple, the garrison headquarters!" As Ken Nakagawa arrived, his thunderous command suddenly rang out, breaking the depressing and dull air.
Upon hearing the order, the gendarmes quickly surrounded the artillery, skillfully holding the muzzle adjustment device with both hands, their eyes fixed on the calibration instrument, their eyes revealing a determination driven by the frenzy of war. As the muzzle was slowly raised, a brutal destruction was about to begin.
As the commands to prepare came from each artillery.
Nakagawa Ken drew out his saber, raised it and swung it fiercely: "Fire!"
The Type 92 infantry gun was the first to let out a deafening roar, and a raging orange-red flame instantly gushed out of the muzzle. The huge recoil caused the gun to tremble violently backwards, raising a cloud of dust, and the entire earth seemed to tremble slightly under this force.
Immediately afterwards, the 75mm mountain artillery was not to be outdone, emitting a dull and heavy roar that hurt people's eardrums.
Each shell, trailing a long, blazing tail of flame, was like a burning meteor, carrying with it the breath of death and destruction, as it rushed at lightning speed towards the Haiguang Temple, the garrison headquarters, which had become a sea of fire.