Chapter 415: Republic of China: Starting from the First Class of Whampoa Chapter 425 Armor Approaches

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

South of Hanyang Town.

More than nine hundred Japanese remnants who had escaped from Fenglingdu were now charging at Hanyang Town like madmen.

Breaking through Hanyang Town was this Japanese force's only hope.

But the Special Airborne Regiment defending Hanyang Town would unhesitatingly block them outside the town.

"Open fire!"

At the commander's order, the paratroopers in the trenches and bunkers pulled their triggers at the same time.

Several M2 Browning Heavy Machine Guns roared powerfully, and 12.7-millimeter bullets easily tore apart every obstacle ahead.

The Japanese who had escaped from Fenglingdu shattered instantly under the dense bullet rain, not even having time to scream.

The M1919A4 Machine Gun did not lag behind, forming an impenetrable curtain of crossfire on the flank.

The Japanese organized several waves of suicidal attacks, trying to rush into Zhen Zi to find a sliver of survival.

But what they faced was the Special Airborne Regiment, every man with a Garand and pockets full of bullets.

Each charge left nothing but another pile of corpses at the town gate and meant nothing.

By the final wave of fighting, the sky was gradually brightening.

A paratrooper machine gunner at the south entrance of Zhen Zi had fought until his eyes were numb, and the barrel of his machine gun was smoking.

"Damn! Another barrel shot!"

"Change the barrel quickly!"

The paratroopers took spare barrels from the airdrop boxes and reinstalled them on the M2 Browning Heavy Machine Guns.

Seeing several figures moving in the dust ahead, the machine gunner gave it no thought and fired a burst directly at them.

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by several dull thuds of bullets hitting earth, the few figures ahead reacted extremely fast, instantly throwing themselves behind cover.

"Little devils, you're pretty good at hiding!"

"Eleven o'clock direction, behind the dirt slope, open fire with full force!"

"Damn it! Don't shoot! Friendlies!"

A curse came from behind the dirt slope.

The paratrooper machine gunner had gone berserk: "Damnable enemy! Actually disguising themselves as friendlies!"

"Brothers! Fire at them!"

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

Machine-gun fire kept sweeping the dirt slope, leaving the soldiers behind it with ringing heads.

Those behind the dirt slope were indeed friendlies.

A Youth Army unit that had landed from Fenglingdu had rushed to Hanyang Town without stopping.

But what greeted them was the paratroopers' machine-gun welcome.

"The other side is a bunch of lunatics! Call them on the radio! Quick, tell them to stop!"

Lv Ziqing received the radio call at headquarters, his heart jumped, and he hurried to the south side of Hanyang Town.

"Cease fire! Cease fire!"

"Don't shoot! Friendlies are coming up!"

As Lv Ziqing's order was passed down, the roaring southern front of Hanyang Town finally regained a brief tranquility.

The gunpowder smoke gradually dispersed.

Only to see several Youth Army soldiers, covered in dust and wearing gray-blue uniforms, cautiously poke their heads out from behind the dirt slope.

"It's safe... we can come out!"

Behind them, a Youth Army First Division infantry battalion's worth of troops had already appeared.

Reinforcements have arrived!

The two forces formally joined forces in the middle of the highway littered with Japanese corpses.

A Youth Army battalion commander saw Lv Ziqing and glanced at the colonel rank on his collar tab.

Though puzzled by this force's uniforms and weapons, he still stood at attention and rendered a standard salute.

"I am Wang Hu, battalion commander of the Third Battalion, First Regiment, First Division, Youth First Army! Ordered to come to Hanyang Town to support friendlies!"

Lv Ziqing raised his hand to return the salute: "I am Lv Ziqing, regimental commander of the Youth Corps Special Airborne Regiment. Thank you for your support!"

After stating their designations, the battalion commander looked somewhat shaken at the position that had almost sent him to his death just now.

He sincerely gave a thumbs-up and praised Lv Muzhi:

"Your firepower density... I've never seen firepower stronger than ours before!"

Lv Ziqing's nerves, tense for nearly thirty hours, finally relaxed.

Since the first reinforcement had arrived, the second and third would soon follow.

This Hanyang Town—the little devils have no hope of taking it!

Yellow River water surged beneath the pontoon bridge.

The steel pontoon bridge had been completed across the Yellow River, standing firm as Mount Tai in the raging current.

The officers and men of the Pontoon Bridge Unit stood at the bridgehead, waving red small flags, guiding the steel torrent to formally enter Jin.

"Clang!"

A heavy metallic crash rang out as the tracks of the first Type III Long-Barrel Tank touched the soil of Fenglingdu.

Following closely was the Type III Medium Anti-Aircraft Vehicle, its four proud 20mm autocannon barrels slanted toward the sky, exuding a suffocating aura of killing intent.

The roar of tank engines merged into one, shaking the gravel at the ferry crossing into trembling.

There were also T-26 Tanks and T Tanks lined up in neat columns, like tigers released from a cage, driving across the floating bridge in an endless stream.

Behind these tracked vehicles were self-propelled howitzers and trucks loaded with rocket shells.

The great army was crossing the river.

Lv Muzhi stood on the Tongguan Highland on the south bank of the Yellow River, his cape fluttering in the strong wind.

"Order Sun Liren! Immediately organize a Rapid Armored Assault Group and repel the enemy facing at Hanyang Town!"

"Then take advantage of the momentum to advance northward and directly capture Yuncheng!"

As the military order was issued.

The Youth Army armored troops who had already landed immediately organized a Rapid Armored Assault Team.

More than thirty tanks, ten-plus trucks, marched mightily toward Hanyang Town.

And at this time, at the northern front defensive position of Hanyang Town.

The two regiments of the Japanese 37th Division were almost madly filling human lives.

Eagerly wanting to retake Hanyang Town, relying on the fortifications inside Zhen Zi, to block the Youth Army armored troops advancing northward from Fenglingdu.

A paratrooper of the Airborne Regiment was at this time shouldering a Bazooka, pulling the trigger.

"Swoosh!"

The rocket shell tore through the air.

At this very moment, the Japanese position opposite fell into a terrible ocean of explosions.

Huge fireballs soared into the air, directly tearing several infantry squads around into debris.

That paratrooper was stunned; he looked at the Bazooka on his shoulder, then looked at the firelight filling the sky opposite.

"My goodness... when did this cannon become so powerful?"

Before he could come to his senses, a howl deeper than thunder and sharper than a gale suddenly swept over his head.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—!"

Countless streaks of fire meteors trailed long smoke tails, as if weaving a huge net of fire in the sky.

Hundreds and thousands of rocket shells covered the Japanese assembly area; the whole earth seemed to be fiercely plowed by a giant's plowshare.

Lv Ziqing was originally holding his Tomson in cover reloading ammunition; at this time he raised his head in surprise and looked toward the end of the southern road.

"Reinforcements have arrived! They are our Rocket Artillery Vehicles!"

"Tanks! Our tanks have come!"

"Clang~"

A Type III Long-Barrel Tank roared with its engine, charging from Fenglingdu into Hanyang Town.

Hard frontal armor crushed the ruined walls of Hanyang Town, launching an attack toward the Japanese offensive position!