Chapter 983 Bombing

At Yokota Airport in Japan, the 307 Bomber Group of the US Far East Air Force Command is taking off sixteen B-29s. Driven by four high-horsepower aeroengines, these behemoths flew into the night sky and disappeared.

In fact, before dark, Major General Almond of the 10th Army knew that the 1st Marine Regiment on the front line could not completely kill the 60th Division of the Volunteer Army who blocked them. When the fighter jets retreated during the day, he thought that maybe supplementary bombing at night should be carried out to increase the damage effect on the enemy.

And when Zhou Qingfeng led a counterattack and went into Gutuli instead, the 307 bomber brigade, which was ready to launch night bombing, became the major general's lifeline. After all, it will take time to cross the Sea of ​​Japan from takeoff to North Korea, and it may be too late for the bomber to take off temporarily.

In the cruising state at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the captain on the pilot plane was chatting with his partner. Suddenly the radio operator shouted over the intercom: "Sir, maybe you should hear something."

"What happened?" the captain asked.

"The debriefing said that about a regiment of Marines had just been killed. Our Commander MacArthur was furious," said the radio operator.

"Oh...a regiment of the Marine Corps?" The captain was very surprised, "Could it be where we are going?"

"That's right, it's the area around Changjin Lake. Our bombing target has changed from Fushengli to Gutuli. The place has been occupied by the enemy, and we need to destroy the leftover materials so as not to be used by the enemy." Radio operation The officer gave the latest order issued by the Far East Air Force Command.

"Aren't those marines quite capable of fighting? Now someone has killed a regiment!" The captain sighed, grabbed the intercom and shouted to the navigator: "Re-plan the route, our target is changed to Gutuli .”

The navigator operating the radio navigation equipment re-planned the flight route and informed the radar operator on board to look for the correct target on the bomber search radar.

After about two hours of flying, the bomber fleet approached the sky over Xingnan Port. The search radar screen began to show the shape of mountains, roads and rivers on the land. The nose bombardier, watching the land below him, dropped tons of bombs.

Due to the limited accuracy of bombing, carpet bombing was used in large fleet operations. The pilot aircraft confirmed the location, and the aircraft behind followed suit. The sixteen aircraft fleet can pour hundreds of tons of bombs on the enemy's head, and the violent bombing can cause serious damage to unprotected personnel on the ground.

And just when the pilot plane was about to fly to Gutuli, the radio navigator suddenly sent a correction order, "Captain, I received a bombing guidance request from the ground. A frontline aviation control team asked us to modify the target. Instead, bomb Wulaoli."

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, but such a temporary change is still somewhat doubtful. The captain asked back: "Have you verified the other party's identity?"

"Identified as the amphibious reconnaissance company of the 1st Marine Division. The encrypted radio information and call signs are correct. They said that two divisions of the enemy are attacking Wulaoli. The troops stationed there can't hold on and are retreating. They urgently need air support to stop the enemy's attack. .”

The information verified by the radio operator was clear and correct, so the captain adjusted the route and target again, and the entire fleet changed to bomb Wulaoli again. When the bomber fleet arrived at Wulaoli, the bombardier of the pilot plane opened the magazine, and nearly a thousand hundred-kilogram bombs fell overwhelmingly.

On the ground, the U.S. Third Division, which had just arrived at Wulaoli and laid down the fortifications, took a breather. Their entire division sent two regiments of nearly 10,000 people to this ghostly place, Wulaoli, to build fortifications against the cold wind. After finishing the work halfway through, the order from above was changed again.

"Go forward and attack Gutuli?" The commander of the Sixty-fifth Infantry Regiment of the Third Division was about to go crazy. He really wanted to yell at the high-ranking officials who issued orders at the headquarters. You know he's had enough of the current bad situation.

When the Korean War began,

The entire U.S. military is in a situation where swords and guns are put into storage, and horses are released to Nanshan. The third division that was pulled to North Korea is seriously short of staff. Its 65th Infantry Regiment was originally stationed in Puerto Rico, enjoying the warm and comfortable waters of the Caribbean and the romantic and passionate Latin beauties.

But what is his meowing situation now? Heideng rushed to the frozen field to dig fortifications!

It’s okay if it’s just digging fortifications, but half of the fortifications are dug and an attack is launched—God, is this playing us? Do you know how hard the ground is now? It is so hard that a sapper shovel is useless, and it must be exploded with explosives. It finally exploded, and it was said to be fried in vain!

Well, the chief soldier has no human rights, so do whatever the officer tells you to do. The Sixty-Five Regiment should not complain. But look at what bad soldiers are in this regiment? The Nanbang soldiers forced in were simply a group of monkeys. Without much training, they couldn't even use guns well.

Blasting at night is a technical job. If you accidentally fail to blow up the desired fortifications, you may even kill yourself. The U.S. engineers and soldiers of the 65th regiment had to go on the field themselves, and the Nanbang soldiers attached to them could only do some migrant labor work.

"The bastards at the headquarters are all idiots. I really hope that one day they will be stabbed by the enemy **Forcibly**** The officers of the 65th regiment are all complaining, and no one wants to ask for help in the dark night Fighting people, especially if the opponent is said to be strong.

"Okay, let's get started. The reconnaissance company is at the forefront to ensure safety, the tank battalion is responsible for opening the way, and the infantry, artillery, and regimental troops are behind." The head of the 65th regiment listed the marching order, but he himself Those who lead by example are at the forefront.

In the dark night, Wulaoli, crowded with American troops, became quite chaotic. Tanks and vehicles began to leave in formation, and because a large number of low-quality Nanbang soldiers were mixed in, the US military officers also had a headache in terms of command.

"Hey, when will these damned monkeys be smarter?" The officers of the 65th regiment at all levels tried their best to restore order to the troops. Your Excellency the regiment leader led the troops forward for a certain distance and then turned back, only to find that his troops dragged out a long snake array.

About 2,000 members of the 65th Regiment had already left Wulaoli, but the rest of the group hadn't left yet. And the Thirty-Third Regiment of the Third Division, which was also deployed in Wulaoli, had just come down from the surrounding hills, and it seemed that they would not be able to get out for an hour or two.

"Ah..., God! It will take a long time for us to form a team." The US troops of the 65th regiment had no way to leave first, they could only walk forward slowly, waiting for the troops behind to catch up.

However, just as the 65th regiment was slowly moving forward in combat formation, they suddenly heard a humming from above the sky. Experienced veterans immediately knew that the high-horsepower aeroengine was working, and it should be that the B-29 was passing over their heads.

"It looks like someone is going to be unlucky." The U.S. troops of the 65th Regiment finally felt better. The fleet in the sky should be quite large, otherwise the engine noise would not be so loud. And the bomber that appeared at this time should naturally drop bombs on the enemy's head.

Hahaha..., this is the only good news I learned in the cold night. Amidst scattered and relaxed laughter, the U.S. troops of the 65th regiment suddenly heard a sharp howling sound from above their heads.

Everyone on the ground changed face when they heard the sound. The U.S. military heard that the bomb was falling, and the attached Nanbang soldiers felt that danger was approaching.

Is there a mistake? This is bombing over our heads!

"It's a bomb, lie down." The U.S. troops of the 65th Regiment showed some qualities of a regular army, and quickly ordered their subordinates to look for cover. And not long after they lay down on the icy ground, dense bombs fell one after another and exploded violently.

The rumbling explosion sounded continuously, and the flames shot into the sky. The night is as noisy as a boiling oil pan, and the thick gunpowder smoke and flying shrapnel mean that countless lives are dying.

The officers and soldiers of the 65th regiment were all dumbfounded. This violent scene was staged in front of their eyes—it was not they who had already set off who were hit by the bomb, but Wulaoli who was close at hand.

In an instant, Wulaoli was blown up into a purgatory on earth, and the 33rd Regiment of the 3rd Division who stayed inside was completely wiped out. B-29 dropped a lot of flaming bombs, and countless people were burned into black coke in the inextinguishable flames.

This means that more than half of the personnel in this attack lost their combat effectiveness in an instant. Such a bombing would cause the unsuspecting soldiers to die in pieces, and the already low morale would drop to freezing point.

Although he was not the one who suffered the loss, the survivors of the sixty-fifth regiment were all heartbroken. They really can't figure out what happened? Not sure what to do next? Even their regiment leaders were thinking—why bomb us? Who are we messing with?