Suddenly realizing which troop had arrived, Matsui Iwane's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to react what was going on.
Damn it, hasn’t this notorious army always been in Northeast China and North China?
Why did you suddenly... come to the south?
Aren’t these Chinese people always fighting a civil war? Aren’t they not allowed to go south to support the city even if they suffer defeat after defeat?
A lot of questions suddenly flashed through his mind, but Matsui Iwane couldn't answer any of them.
They have fought successful battles in Zhoushan, Yuhang, Shanghai, Jiangsu and other places one after another. In their eyes, the Chinese army is a bunch of trash, with poor combat effectiveness, poor organization, and even worse equipment!
This is...
Matsui Iwane suddenly narrowed his gaze, gritted his teeth and ordered a counterattack.
All of a sudden, countless Japanese planes flew across the sky. These were fighter planes returning after replenishing their supplies, intending to chase after the "Blue Sky and White Sun" fighters that were returning for supplies.
"Heh, you think you can fight our planes with these aerial lighters?"
Jiang Cheng waved his hand, and the anti-aircraft guns behind him, which had been thirsting for a long time, began to fire. The sky above Nanjing instantly turned into a fire network composed of meteor showers. Two fighter planes that failed to dodge were hit, and each exploded with a ball of sparks and fell obliquely into the Yangtze River.
"Attention, attention...the enemy has ground defense artillery!"
The Japanese air force dodged in chaos and could only grit their teeth and stamp their feet as they watched the Northeast Army's planes angrily. After causing great damage to their ground forces, they swaggered back to resupply.
They didn't dare to chase, because God knew how many ground artillery were waiting on the opposite side?
With gritted teeth, they could only hover in the air and constantly inform the ground command center of the situation.
"Report, report!"
"To the east of Nanjing City - a large number of armored vehicles were spotted moving!"
"Repeat, there are a large number of armored troops moving east of Nanjing City!"
In fact, there was no need for them to report. The sound of diesel engines shattered the snow on Purple Mountain. More tanks, with the cooperation of infantry, began to launch a frontal charge against the Japanese army attacking Nanjing city.
The steel torrent rolled over the wreckage of tanks destroyed by artillery fire and the charred bodies of countless devils. Some Japanese soldiers rushed forward with explosive packs, but were immediately cut in half by the vehicle-mounted machine guns.
However, these crazy people who shouted "Long live the Emperor" and "Long live the Empire" could not die for a while, and they rolled on the ground, screaming and shouting.
"It's too noisy. Call me."
The one fighting in the front this time was Hai Rushong. Actually, this veteran didn't need to take any action at all, but he was obsessed with revenge for his son, so he actually got on a tank himself and led the entire steel torrent in the assault.
Those screaming devils were still covered in flames as they were either beaten into pieces by the infantry following them or crushed into meat patties by the rumbling tanks that could not even be scooped up.
"Damn it, what are those bastards in the Air Force doing? Fight back against the strafing and drop bombs!"
Matsui Iwane's face turned purple with anger. Kamikaze and his men often boasted about their ferocity and amazing combat power...but after shooting down a few enemy planes, they became timid and didn't even dare to fight back?
He wanted to curse, but he soon discovered that as the tanks advanced, the anti-aircraft artillery arrays that could cause damage to the air forces seemed to be constantly adjusting their positions.
It's over. We failed to capture the enemy's capital and instead encountered a tough opponent!
When he regained his composure, he realized that the speed of these advancing armored forces was simply too fast.
Moreover, their tanks are larger and their weapons are more powerful. The most fatal thing is that their shells can directly penetrate their own tanks and armored vehicles.
These industrial products that the empire was once proud of, which had won victory after victory in the southern region, were vulnerable to the armored forces in front of them and were as fragile as a piece of paper. Those nuclear-weapon-recruiting men with white cloth wrapped around their heads, looking excited to win battles and capture cities, could only leave their last words in their respective "iron coffins" before being swallowed by the explosion.
The earth was shaking. More artillery pieces were getting as close as possible - the vast plain outside Nanjing was perfect for the counterattack of the steel torrent. Countless Japs were transformed into human torches in the shells. Their chrysanthemum-shaped sabers melted into molten iron in their hands. The crackling sound mixed with the burnt smell scared away all the crows in the mountains.
At this time, Jiang Cheng, who was far away, issued an order for a general attack on the Japanese troops outside the city of Nanjing.
"Remember this day! This is the first interest on China's blood debt!"
"From now on, you all have to pay us back your money with interest!"
…………
The Nanjing counterattack lasted for a full four hours. Matsui Iwane, who had been determined to capture the place, was left with the remaining troops, fleeing south with his tail between his legs.
"Don't rush to chase."
Watching them escape, Jiang Cheng ordered Zhang Xuecheng to lead the armored forces to retreat.
Although his troops are powerful, one weakness is that they have extremely high requirements for supplies.
There is a huge demand for gasoline, ammunition, etc., and in order to maximize the advantages, not only the coordination between infantry and tanks, but also artillery, aircraft in the air, etc. must keep up.
"Phew, luckily we arrived in time, otherwise, with the cruelty of the Japanese devils, they would probably commit another Jinan massacre here."
Zhang Tinglan took a deep breath, but he felt a little regretful after he finished expressing his gratitude:
Although the city was not captured, this ancient capital of six dynasties was reduced to scorched earth by Japanese planes and artillery. Not to mention the death toll, there were unrecognizable body parts and flesh everywhere. The Qinhuai River was piled up in layers, almost cutting off its flow.
"Damn it, this devil is committing a sin!"
Wang Junshan yelled, "Master Jiang, I think we should gather the troops as soon as possible and drive the Japanese all the way from the Huangpu River to the sea."
Jiang Cheng nodded silently, but he handed a telegram to the signalman and asked him to continue contacting nearby troops.
"What? The city of Nanjing was taken back?"
"Northeast Army, this is..."
When they received the telegram, the warlords who rushed out from there had faces greener than that of Matsui Iwane who had suffered a defeat.
Everyone knew that these guys outside the pass were ferocious, but they only believed what they heard. Now, seeing that the other side "easily" saved the city that was in danger, everyone was still shocked.
"What are you waiting for? Even people outside the Great Wall know how to defend their country. They have come so far to protect Nanjing and the people for us!"
An officer held back for a while, but finally shouted, "And what about us? We said we were preserving our strength, but in fact we abandoned Nanjing and the people of the city and ran away. How is this different from deserting the army?"
After saying this, someone else stood up and said, "Right! Haven't you always looked down on people from outside the Great Wall? You say they are all bandits and have no skills—"
"Now they can hold the place, but we can't. The South has lost all its face! If you don't fight the Japs, I will!" (End of this chapter)
Damn it, hasn’t this notorious army always been in Northeast China and North China?
Why did you suddenly... come to the south?
Aren’t these Chinese people always fighting a civil war? Aren’t they not allowed to go south to support the city even if they suffer defeat after defeat?
A lot of questions suddenly flashed through his mind, but Matsui Iwane couldn't answer any of them.
They have fought successful battles in Zhoushan, Yuhang, Shanghai, Jiangsu and other places one after another. In their eyes, the Chinese army is a bunch of trash, with poor combat effectiveness, poor organization, and even worse equipment!
This is...
Matsui Iwane suddenly narrowed his gaze, gritted his teeth and ordered a counterattack.
All of a sudden, countless Japanese planes flew across the sky. These were fighter planes returning after replenishing their supplies, intending to chase after the "Blue Sky and White Sun" fighters that were returning for supplies.
"Heh, you think you can fight our planes with these aerial lighters?"
Jiang Cheng waved his hand, and the anti-aircraft guns behind him, which had been thirsting for a long time, began to fire. The sky above Nanjing instantly turned into a fire network composed of meteor showers. Two fighter planes that failed to dodge were hit, and each exploded with a ball of sparks and fell obliquely into the Yangtze River.
"Attention, attention...the enemy has ground defense artillery!"
The Japanese air force dodged in chaos and could only grit their teeth and stamp their feet as they watched the Northeast Army's planes angrily. After causing great damage to their ground forces, they swaggered back to resupply.
They didn't dare to chase, because God knew how many ground artillery were waiting on the opposite side?
With gritted teeth, they could only hover in the air and constantly inform the ground command center of the situation.
"Report, report!"
"To the east of Nanjing City - a large number of armored vehicles were spotted moving!"
"Repeat, there are a large number of armored troops moving east of Nanjing City!"
In fact, there was no need for them to report. The sound of diesel engines shattered the snow on Purple Mountain. More tanks, with the cooperation of infantry, began to launch a frontal charge against the Japanese army attacking Nanjing city.
The steel torrent rolled over the wreckage of tanks destroyed by artillery fire and the charred bodies of countless devils. Some Japanese soldiers rushed forward with explosive packs, but were immediately cut in half by the vehicle-mounted machine guns.
However, these crazy people who shouted "Long live the Emperor" and "Long live the Empire" could not die for a while, and they rolled on the ground, screaming and shouting.
"It's too noisy. Call me."
The one fighting in the front this time was Hai Rushong. Actually, this veteran didn't need to take any action at all, but he was obsessed with revenge for his son, so he actually got on a tank himself and led the entire steel torrent in the assault.
Those screaming devils were still covered in flames as they were either beaten into pieces by the infantry following them or crushed into meat patties by the rumbling tanks that could not even be scooped up.
"Damn it, what are those bastards in the Air Force doing? Fight back against the strafing and drop bombs!"
Matsui Iwane's face turned purple with anger. Kamikaze and his men often boasted about their ferocity and amazing combat power...but after shooting down a few enemy planes, they became timid and didn't even dare to fight back?
He wanted to curse, but he soon discovered that as the tanks advanced, the anti-aircraft artillery arrays that could cause damage to the air forces seemed to be constantly adjusting their positions.
It's over. We failed to capture the enemy's capital and instead encountered a tough opponent!
When he regained his composure, he realized that the speed of these advancing armored forces was simply too fast.
Moreover, their tanks are larger and their weapons are more powerful. The most fatal thing is that their shells can directly penetrate their own tanks and armored vehicles.
These industrial products that the empire was once proud of, which had won victory after victory in the southern region, were vulnerable to the armored forces in front of them and were as fragile as a piece of paper. Those nuclear-weapon-recruiting men with white cloth wrapped around their heads, looking excited to win battles and capture cities, could only leave their last words in their respective "iron coffins" before being swallowed by the explosion.
The earth was shaking. More artillery pieces were getting as close as possible - the vast plain outside Nanjing was perfect for the counterattack of the steel torrent. Countless Japs were transformed into human torches in the shells. Their chrysanthemum-shaped sabers melted into molten iron in their hands. The crackling sound mixed with the burnt smell scared away all the crows in the mountains.
At this time, Jiang Cheng, who was far away, issued an order for a general attack on the Japanese troops outside the city of Nanjing.
"Remember this day! This is the first interest on China's blood debt!"
"From now on, you all have to pay us back your money with interest!"
…………
The Nanjing counterattack lasted for a full four hours. Matsui Iwane, who had been determined to capture the place, was left with the remaining troops, fleeing south with his tail between his legs.
"Don't rush to chase."
Watching them escape, Jiang Cheng ordered Zhang Xuecheng to lead the armored forces to retreat.
Although his troops are powerful, one weakness is that they have extremely high requirements for supplies.
There is a huge demand for gasoline, ammunition, etc., and in order to maximize the advantages, not only the coordination between infantry and tanks, but also artillery, aircraft in the air, etc. must keep up.
"Phew, luckily we arrived in time, otherwise, with the cruelty of the Japanese devils, they would probably commit another Jinan massacre here."
Zhang Tinglan took a deep breath, but he felt a little regretful after he finished expressing his gratitude:
Although the city was not captured, this ancient capital of six dynasties was reduced to scorched earth by Japanese planes and artillery. Not to mention the death toll, there were unrecognizable body parts and flesh everywhere. The Qinhuai River was piled up in layers, almost cutting off its flow.
"Damn it, this devil is committing a sin!"
Wang Junshan yelled, "Master Jiang, I think we should gather the troops as soon as possible and drive the Japanese all the way from the Huangpu River to the sea."
Jiang Cheng nodded silently, but he handed a telegram to the signalman and asked him to continue contacting nearby troops.
"What? The city of Nanjing was taken back?"
"Northeast Army, this is..."
When they received the telegram, the warlords who rushed out from there had faces greener than that of Matsui Iwane who had suffered a defeat.
Everyone knew that these guys outside the pass were ferocious, but they only believed what they heard. Now, seeing that the other side "easily" saved the city that was in danger, everyone was still shocked.
"What are you waiting for? Even people outside the Great Wall know how to defend their country. They have come so far to protect Nanjing and the people for us!"
An officer held back for a while, but finally shouted, "And what about us? We said we were preserving our strength, but in fact we abandoned Nanjing and the people of the city and ran away. How is this different from deserting the army?"
After saying this, someone else stood up and said, "Right! Haven't you always looked down on people from outside the Great Wall? You say they are all bandits and have no skills—"
"Now they can hold the place, but we can't. The South has lost all its face! If you don't fight the Japs, I will!" (End of this chapter)
