Chapter 407

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

That cry did not sound like it came from a human; it was more like the dying wail of a beast on the edge of death.

Hamada Kazuki was startled in his heart, rushed out of the underground bunker in a hurry, and looked toward the trench.

Only to see those "fireworks" falling from the sky, scattering down into the communication trenches and open gun positions.

A Japanese soldier's shoulder was struck by a ball of white fire.

The flames not only failed to go out, but seemed to have a life of their own, quickly burning through his uniform.

The soldier rolled madly on the ground, trying to cover it with sand and dirt.

But those white flames continued to burn fiercely under the sand and dirt, even emitting a hissing sound.

"Ghost fire! This is ghost fire!" the soldier screamed in terror.

The fireball drilled through his flesh into the bone seams, and a stench of scorched flesh instantly spread.

Hamada Kazuki discovered in horror that anyone touched by these white sparks was smoking all over their body.

This kind of flame simply could not be extinguished; pouring water on it only made the smoke thicker.

The originally solid fortress had now become a Shura field where this "ghost fire" raged.

A Second Lieutenant who came out with him to check the situation suddenly shrank his neck.

"Hiss~ so hot!!!"

Hamada Kazuki turned his head and saw that the "firework" had fallen from the sky onto the back of the Second Lieutenant's neck.

It then quickly ignited, causing the Second Lieutenant to roll madly on the ground in pain.

Several nearby Japanese soldiers stomped hard on the fire with their feet, but to no avail.

Hamada Kazuki knew something big was wrong, hurried back to his underground fortress to hide, preventing those fireworks from the sky from falling on him.

Actually, these fireworks were white phosphorus weapons fired by Lv Muzhi.

On the Tongguan artillery position, forty-eight 155mm heavy howitzers were neatly arranged.

Every few seconds, huge fireballs rose from the gun positions, sending heavy white phosphorus shells toward the opposite bank.

Lv Muzhi stood behind the artillery group, looking at the connected white light in the sky across the river.

"This is just the first dish."

"Tell Qiu Qingquan, do not stop the artillery strike."

When a shell explodes over the heads of the Japanese Army, it will burst into hundreds of "fireworks."

White phosphorus oxidizes violently in the air, falling like raindrops onto the Japanese Army's positions from the sky.

Those so-called "Jinshanwei Second" fortifications, under the cover of white phosphorus shells, turned into living crematoriums.

The Japanese soldiers could only all rush into the anti-artillery caves, one by one leaving their combat positions.

Being blown to death by a shell is one thing, but being burned alive by this white phosphorus ghost fire, with long duration and intense pain, just thinking about it is despairing.

This is the meeting gift Lv Muzhi prepared for the 225th Regiment defending Fenglingdu.

At the same time, in the Zhongtiao Mountain area to the east, the silence that had lain dormant for a year was broken by earth-shaking shouts of killing.

Inside the Fourth Group Army headquarters, General Sun Weiru issued an order.

"Brothers! The old man gave the order, the Wei Commander struck a deadly blow, our Shaanxi Army has been stifled in Zhongtiao Mountain for over a year, today it's time to come out of the mountains and see blood!"

Sun Weiru looked around at the army commanders and division commanders below, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged male lion.

"Fight out the might of the old Qin people for me! Fenglingdu is right under our feet; whoever rushes in first will be the hero of Xi'an Prefecture!"

With Sun Weiru's order, tens of thousands of Shaanxi Army soldiers and officers burst out from the rugged mountain paths like a breached flood.

Their clothes were tattered, their rifles old, but the broadswords in their hands were ground bright.

The bloodline of the old Qin people was fully activated at this moment, facing the Japanese Army's machine gun fire, they hardheadedly crashed into the eastern wing defensive line of Fenglingdu.

This desperate fighting style made the Japanese defensive force, already hard-pressed, feel unprecedented pressure.

Hamada Kazuki, the regiment commander of the 225th Regiment of the Japanese defensive force at Fenglingdu, paced anxiously inside the fort.

On the front was Lv Muzhi's near dimensional-reduction strike heavy artillery group, on the flank was the Shaanxi Army killing over from all over the mountains and fields, his defensive line was being nibbled away bit by bit.

"Eight gods! What kind of demonic weapon did the opposite side use!"

"The hateful enemy disguised this ghost fire weapon as fireworks! Truly too bastardly!"

Hamada Kazuki watched the soldiers wailing in the sea of fire outside, his heart dripping blood.

The Shaanxi Army offensive to the east was like rain, desperately rushing out from the Zhongtiao Mountain area.

He had to order everyone to immediately return to combat positions, braving the white phosphorus shells overhead, to block the Shaanxi Army's stubborn and almost perverse charge.

The machine gunners inside the bunker were relatively lucky, with concrete cover overhead, they would not be hit by white phosphorus shells.

But the Japanese Army fighting in the open trenches was miserable, having to busy themselves shooting at the charging Shaanxi Army while also watching out for white phosphorus shells falling from above.

The battle situation fell into a tragic stalemate in a short time.

The Japanese Army was ignited by white phosphorus from time to time, screaming and rolling in the trenches, then burned through bone and flesh, finally dying miserably.

And the Shaanxi Army soldiers, braving the Japanese gunfire and bullet rain, with the assistance of the Youth Army's artillery fire, attacked the Fenglingdu fortress with all their might.

Since friendly forces were approaching the Fenglingdu position, Lv Muzhi paused the artillery strike to avoid injuring friendly forces.

Hamada Kazuki observed the battlefield, seeing the Shaanxi Army getting closer and closer, felt the situation could not last long, and chose to request aid:

"Request aid from the division headquarters! Fenglingdu absolutely cannot be lost; this is the southern gate of Shanxi!"

The request telegram had just been sent when a low and dense engine roar came from the horizon.

The sound came from far to near, covering the sky and earth like dark clouds pressing down, making everyone on the battlefield instinctively raise their heads.

Over thirty massive transport aircraft, under the strict escort of over seventy fighter planes, crossed the Yellow River in a dark mass, heading straight for Fenglingdu.

Hamada Kazuki looked through the observation port at the colossal shapes in the distant sky, his lips turning white.

"Enemy aircraft... so many......."

He thought these planes were coming to carry out saturation bombing, and had even prepared himself to be blown to pieces.

However, the air fleet did not dive to drop bombs; instead, with an air of invincibility, they flew directly over the heads of the Fenglingdu garrison.

Watching the air fleet fly toward the rear, Hamada Kazuki let out a long breath, even feeling a trace of relief at having survived the disaster.

"Wait! They wouldn't be going to bomb the division headquarters, would they?! Quickly send an air raid alert to the division headquarters!"

Hamada had not yet realized that many of the large planes overhead were transport aircraft, transport aircraft capable of carrying paratroopers!

At this time, inside the cabin of the lead DC-3 Transport Aircraft, Lv Ziqing, commander of the Youth Army Special Airborne Regiment, was calmly checking his equipment.

Lv Ziqing was Lv Muzhi's eldest nephew.

After the Nanjing Defense Battle, he led his troops to the United States to receive paratrooper training, and formed the Special Airborne Regiment for Lv Muzhi.

This was a paratrooper regiment of two thousand men, built by Lv Muzhi at great expense.

"Colonel Lv, we have reached the drop zone and can execute the airborne mission!" The cabin door of the cockpit opened, and a crew member loudly reminded Lv Ziqing.

Lv Ziqing gave a thumbs-up to the crew members, signaling receipt.

The cabin door immediately opened.

"Brothers, remember what I said: paratroopers are born surrounded!"

"Brave jump, eyes wide open, and let's do it!"

With a clatter, the brave paratroopers jumped one by one from a thousand meters high, with the Yellow River and Zhongtiao Mountain in their field of view.

The mission of the paratrooper unit was to rely on their superior weapons to take Hanyang Town behind Fenglingdu, preventing Japanese reinforcements from moving south to support.

The transport aircraft fleet had limited capacity, dropping a total of over six hundred paratroopers.

Then they turned in the air and, without stopping, flew back to Luoyang Airfield to load the next batch of paratrooper units needing transport.