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Chapter 615 When the White Eagle plane attacks, White Eagle, John and Hans have to hide

Around the campfire, the Nanyang soldiers and the White Eagle soldiers sat together naturally.

Although there is a language barrier, food is the best bridge.

While everyone was eating the fragrant stewed rice, they passed cigarettes, candies and the special rations they brought with them to each other.

The Sichuan spicy sausages brought out by the Nanyang soldiers were sliced ​​with a knife, steamed or fried, and then eaten directly, and were widely praised.

The spicy, numbing, fresh, and fragrant flavors greatly stimulated the taste buds of the White Eagle soldiers, making them gasp and give thumbs-up repeatedly, praising the dish with "Spicy! But delicious!"

The canned turkey, which was the most commonly distributed to the White Eagle soldiers, received unanimous "bad reviews" from soldiers on both sides. It was considered to be as dry as sawdust and difficult to swallow. In the end, they could only be swallowed with soup.

Finally, when the Nanyang soldiers took out several cans of canned yellow peaches with cute panda heads painted on them to share, the atmosphere instantly reached a climax.

The sweet and cool syrup and the soft, sweet yellow peach flesh were simply the ultimate delicacy on this difficult battlefield. They were instantly hailed as "holy objects" by soldiers on both sides and were snatched away.

As we ate delicious food and smoked cigarettes, the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

I don't know who started it, but everyone started gesturing awkwardly, taking out photos they had with them, talking about their families far away, the scenery of their hometown, and how to fight the Japanese more happily.

When talking about the fallen comrades, the atmosphere would instantly become gloomy, and faces of different skin colors would show the same sadness; but when talking about beating the Japanese soldiers so hard that they fled in panic, everyone would laugh together, pat each other's shoulders vigorously, and give thumbs up.

In the light of the bonfire, the young soldiers of different nationalities and speaking different languages ​​seemed to have become old friends who had known each other for many years because of their common enemy and the brief moment of peace.

The sentries, both visible and covert, listened to the laughter behind them and smelled the alluring aroma of food. They could only swallow their saliva and look at the dark mountains in the distance with even greater vigilance.

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The brief battlefield friendship did not last long.

It was just daybreak and the sea fog had not yet completely dissipated when the shrill whistles and the shouts of officers resounded throughout the Nanyang Army's temporary camp.

The troops moved out quickly, and the soldiers put away their just-released relaxation and rechecked their weapons and ammunition.

Chen Nong was called by the battalion commander to a half-collapsed Japanese bunker where the battalion headquarters was located.

The battalion commander had an unshaven beard and bloodshot eyes, but he was very energetic.

He unfolded a slightly wrinkled military map and pointed his finger heavily at a location marked with a red circle:

"Here, near Yomitan Village, there's a Japanese field airfield hidden, garrisoned by about a battalion. It's not large, but with enough aircraft taking off and landing, it's a threat to both our fleet and the White Eagles'. The regimental commander has already coordinated, and our carrier-based aircraft will be arriving soon to give the Japanese airfield a 'clean-up' first."

He pointed his finger at both sides of the map. "After the bombing, a White Eagle regiment will attack from the northwest to draw out the enemy's main force. Our battalion's mission is to attack from the southwest and destroy the airport's command post, fuel depot, and remaining aircraft."

The battalion commander raised his head and looked at Chen Nong sharply: "Your company will still lead the charge. But, Chen Nong, listen to me, don't attack and charge like you did before!"

He emphasized his tone:

"The reconnaissance team reports that there are at least a thousand Japanese soldiers hiding in the airfield, possibly with several of their light-skinned tanks. Lead your men to investigate the situation, especially the locations of the anti-tank trenches and firing points."

"Give me the 88 recoilless rifles in the company. Once Zhou Paopi's armored platoon arrives, we'll attack together. Do you understand?"

Chen Nong nodded solemnly, "I understand, Captain. We should proceed steadily and wait for the iron tortoise."

Everyone knew that the war was nearing its end and the dawn of victory was just around the corner.

After taking this place, the next step is to land on the Japanese mainland and smash the lair of the madman who started the war.

No one wants to fall at this moment before dawn. Be cautious, reduce casualties, and live to see the day of victory.

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Taking advantage of the morning mist and terrain as cover, the troops quietly moved to the attack launch position.

Chen Nong's company spread out into skirmish lines. The soldiers lay on the charred earth slope, staring nervously at the relatively flat valley in front of them where the outline of the runway could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, a dull roar of an engine came from the distant sky, and the sound became louder and louder.

Chen Nong looked up and saw a group of black planes flying from the sea in the southwest under the azure sky, with the circular emblem of the Nanyang Navy painted under their wings.

"It's our plane!" a soldier whispered excitedly.

The F4U "Corsairs" and F6F "Hellcats" from the Nanyang aircraft swooped down with a roar, and the bombs under their bellies broke free from the racks like dumplings and accurately hit the Japanese airport in the valley.

“Rumble——!!!”

Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and the earth shook violently.

The airport runway was instantly engulfed by huge columns of smoke and fireballs. Several Japanese planes on the apron that had no time to evacuate were directly blown into pieces. The tall flames ignited the oil depot, triggering a secondary explosion. Black smoke billowed up, covering the sky and the sun.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Look out! White Eagle plane, get down quickly!!"

This shout was like a conditioned reflex. The entire company, officers and soldiers alike, almost threw themselves to the ground at the same moment, crouching down in bomb craters or any shelter they could find. Their movements were so skillful that it was heartbreaking.

That’s right, in World War II, although the White Eagle’s Army and Navy Aviation had made great achievements, its record of “not recognizing no relatives” and causing accidental injuries was also “notorious”.

It was even made into a joke by John's ally: "When Hans's plane attacks, White Eagle and Soldier John have to hide. When White Eagle's plane attacks, White Eagle, John and Soldier Hans have to hide!"

Several White Eagle fighter jets, which seemed to be coming to "help" or simply passing by, roared past their heads at a low altitude. The rockets under their wings whizzed towards the area at the edge of the airport that was suspected to be an air defense position. The aircraft gun bullets swept across the area like water, raising a cloud of dust.

Fortunately, their accuracy seemed to be good this time, and most of the shells fell on the Japanese side.

Chen Nong spat out the mud in his mouth and cursed angrily, "Damn it... these damn sky masters, they scare me every time they come!"

After this "friend-or-foe-not-friend" firepower increase, the Japanese airport was completely engulfed in flames and chaos.

The time to attack has come.

"Everyone! Assault team, go!" Chen Nong roared and jumped out of the bunker first.

The Nanyang soldiers rushed down the hillside, pouring bullets on any suspicious targets with their submachine guns, rifles and light machine guns as they charged.

Resistance still existed, and the remaining Japanese soldiers relied on the half-collapsed hangar, the ruins of the terminal and the carefully camouflaged trenches to hold out.

The sounds of firing from the Type 99 rifle and Type 99 light machine gun were heard sporadically.

Suddenly, the roar of a diesel engine was heard from behind the ruins on one side of the airport.

Three Japanese Type 1 medium tanks, shaking their short gun barrels, covered a group of Japanese infantry as they rushed out and tried to fight back.