mesbooks Chapter 573 Nanyang Air Force Shooting Range
Chapter 573 Nanyang Air Force Shooting Range
On the beach, the Nanyang Marines, who had just gained a foothold, quickly built temporary firepower points based on wreckage, bomb craters, etc.
Sherman tanks and LVTA-1 amphibious tanks were deployed directly forward to serve as mobile firepower fortresses.
A large number of landing craft and amphibious vehicles began to return to prepare to transport the next batch of troops ashore.
The soldiers nervously loaded their ammunition, their fingers resting on the trigger guard, watching the yellow wave of people getting closer and clearer at the end of their field of vision.
"Hold steady, wait until they get closer, then fire when ordered." The officers roared, suppressing the soldiers' instinctive fear and urge to shoot.
This dense human wave charge is extremely visually impactful.
However, this spectacular wave of people, carrying the "Bushido" fanaticism of the nuclear age, seems so stupid and fragile in the face of the power of a higher dimension.
In the sky, teams of huge P-47 Thunder fighter planes appeared, taking off from airports in the direction of the Malay Peninsula!
They were bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, with huge auxiliary fuel tanks hanging under their bellies and deadly 250-pound aerial bombs and rows of air-launched rockets hanging under their wings.
The pilots clearly saw the spectacular yet ridiculous scene on the ground through the cockpit glass: dense yellow figures, arranged in layers of loose attack lines, running and howling in the fields and roads, like waves rushing towards reefs.
Further ahead of them were ragged native puppet soldiers equipped with crude weapons and even bamboo spears, who were driven to act as human shields.
"Brothers, look down there." The lead pilot whistled on the radio. "Look at these short Japanese guys, are they still playing the line-up shooting game?"
"It seems like the Marine brothers on the ground are in trouble?"
"Hahahaha, then we will solve the problem for them."
The channel was filled with the lighthearted laughter of young pilots.
Most of them are novices who have just graduated and have little practical experience, but at this moment they have absolute air superiority.
With the fall of Palm Garden Airport, many Zero fighters became trophies before they even took off.
The remaining sporadic Japanese fighter planes around Palembang were easily hunted down by the superior number of P-51 "Mustangs" as soon as they took off.
Commander-in-chief Qi Quan could even say shamelessly: "My plane can do whatever it wants now."
"Come on, brothers." The lead pilot's voice became even more excited. "God of War, Mazu, I promise, this will be as easy as target practice. Each plane is free to choose its target, and give priority to the 'Japanese regulars' behind. Dive attack, begin."
As the order was given, the huge P-47 fleet began to lower its altitude and adjust its posture like an eagle that had discovered its prey.
One after another, the huge aircraft swooped down with a roar towards the exposed yellow wave of people on the ground.
The first few P-47s that arrived at the attack position shook their wings slightly.
“Shhhhhhhhhhh!”
Several 250-pound aerial bombs broke free from the racks and, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, accurately hit the middle and rear sections of the most densely packed Japanese assault team.
Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!
A series of earth-shaking explosions rang out, and scorching fireballs mixed with dirt, gravel, and broken limbs shot up into the sky.
Even the Hans Reserve Infantry Division and armored forces behind Normandy were bombed to the point of being unable to take care of themselves by the White Eagle fighter planes that launched crazy attacks that day. These Japanese soldiers who lacked air defense weapons suffered a miserable end when facing the same type of aircraft flown by the Nanyang Air Force.
Where the bombs landed, bloody craters instantly appeared. The Japanese soldiers around the craters fell like straw in a windswept haystack, or were torn apart by the shockwaves. Organs, flesh, and broken weapons flew everywhere.
"Aunt Amaterasu." The Japanese soldiers charging from the rear were stunned by the sudden devastating blow, and the momentum of the charge was stagnant.
The diving P-47 pulled up, then accumulated altitude and dived again, and the rocket pods under the wings began to spew out deadly flames.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!!!
Dozens of white phosphorus rockets with long white smoke tails were fired densely at the chaotic crowd!
Rockets may not pack as much of a blast as a blockbuster bomb, but they are more numerous and cover a wider area.
What's even more deadly is that after the special white phosphorus charge explodes, the sticky, hot chemical flame that can stick to everything and burn violently blooms like a flower of hell.
"what--!!!"
The shrill howls that were not like human voices instantly resounded throughout the battlefield. The Japanese soldiers who were touched by the white phosphorus flames instantly turned into wildly dancing and rolling firemen.
The flames mercilessly devoured their clothes, flesh, and even bones, making a sizzling sound.
These fire men struggled and wailed, spreading panic and chaos to their companions around them like a plague.
The P-47s, having thrown away all their payloads, pulled up again, but this did not mean the end.
The eight Browning M2 .50-inch (12.7mm) heavy machine guns mounted on the wings roared the moment the pilot pulled the trigger.
Dadadadadadadadada——!!!
Eight blazing lines of fire, like eight death razors falling from the sky, plowed through the chaotic crowd fiercely.
The .50 caliber bullet is incredibly powerful. When it hits a person, it does not simply cause a penetrating wound, but a terrible tearing and shattering effect. The flesh and blood bodies of the Japanese soldiers are as fragile as paper in the face of such a violent metal storm.
Puff puff puff puff——!
The dull thud of bullets piercing flesh merged into a continuous cacophony, the Japanese soldier's body shaking and shattering like a rag doll. Limbs flew everywhere, heads exploded, and huge holes were torn in the chest, gushing out internal organs.
Wherever the machine gun passed, it instantly created "death tunnels" paved with broken limbs, shattered internal organs and splattered blood.
The sky became the Nanyang Air Force's playground.
One P-47 pulled up and another immediately dived down, pouring bombs, rockets, and machine gun bullets into the completely collapsed Japanese army like they were free.
Major General Sato's so-called "Bushido spirit" and "bayonet charge" turned into outright suicide and massacre under the absolute crushing of air power.
The fields turned into a hell, littered with burning corpses, broken limbs, fragments of internal organs and desperate wails.
The native puppet soldiers at the front were already scared out of their wits.
The old Mauser rifles and sharpened bamboo spears in their hands seemed so ridiculous and powerless when facing the Nanyang Marines who were ready on the beach and equipped with automatic weapons and tanks.
"Fire!"
On the beachhead, the commander issued an order.
In an instant, all firepower was opened!
Like mowing the grass, the natives and puppet soldiers who rushed up fell down in large numbers.
The bullets easily penetrated their thin bodies and knocked them to the ground.
The bamboo spears couldn't even reach the Marines before they were torn to pieces by the dense hail of bullets.
The native puppet soldiers who were lucky enough to survive cried for their parents, dropped their weapons, turned around and fled, which in turn disrupted the already collapsed Japanese remnants behind them.
At the edge of a bomb crater near the beach, a Japanese lieutenant had his abdomen cut open by shrapnel and his intestines were flowing out.
The severe pain distorted his face, but he actually struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall of the crater. With his blood-stained hands, he trembled and raised his saber, muttering something, as if reciting some "farewell poem":
"According to this... saber... smiling at... planes... Nanyang people... are... all... cowards..."
At this moment, two Nanyang Marines armed with Thompson submachine guns rushed up and saw the dying officer.
"Sergeant! There is a Japanese officer here, and he doesn't seem to be dead yet!" a soldier shouted.
The squad leader didn't hesitate at all: "Then shoot again, don't let him play dead."
“Da da da da da—!”
Half a magazine of .45 ACP bullets instantly poured into the Japanese lieutenant's chest and abdomen.
The immense force of the impact sent his shattered body careening backward, completely rotting into a blur of flesh and blood. The saber in his hand, a symbol of a warrior's honor, fell with a clang into a pool of blood and mud.
The squad leader walked forward and kicked the pile of rotten flesh with his boot. After confirming that it was completely dead, he spat: "Bah, still reciting poetry? Go to hell and recite it."