Chapter 3034 Beach Landing

Nakamura Hiroki is dead.

After Malashenko handed over the right of disposal to Chen Weiguo, saying that no matter what choice you make, that is the final result, and I will support you unconditionally.

He never thought that he would get such great trust and support from the general comrade. In addition to being grateful beyond words, Chen Weiguo, who was determined, finally made a choice.

The fate of this old devil is only death. Not killing him is not enough to comfort the heroic sacrifice of the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians; it is not enough to appease Chen Weiguo's resentment of watching so many comrades die tragically under the butcher knife of the Japanese invaders.

Perhaps he also knew that he could not escape death, and going to the execution ground was bound to be a sure death.

Facing the black hole muzzle raised by Chen Weiguo, who was personally executing the execution, Nakamura Hiroki, who had a dull face, suddenly seemed to have a relapse of insanity, and began to raise his neck and laugh at the sky, and laughed and did not forget to speak wildly at the last moment of his life.

"Chen Weiguo! You can't defeat me after all! I still remember how you fled from me like a dog!"

"Do you think you won? You are totally wrong! You will always be a complete loser! Now you are still a dog, but you are just a dog for the Russians to bite people! You are so happy when the Russians give you a bone! Hahahaha!!!"

""

Bang--

"Ha--"

Chen Weiguo, with a cold face, did not hesitate at all. He pulled the trigger angrily in the wild laughter of the old devil, and shot the crazy laughter back into his stomach and stopped it abruptly.

"Ha--You lost, Chen Weiguo, you will never win, forever"

Chen Weiguo, who had never executed a shooting before, missed his shot and shot the devil in the chest, causing blood to burst on the spot.

But he never expected that after the Japanese fell on his back, he could still spit out blood and continue to talk wildly, using the last bit of his strength to talk until he died.

Since you want to talk to death, then fine, I will definitely fulfill your wish.

But it was not Chen Weiguo who carried out the execution, nor was it any ordinary soldier present.

Seeing this scene, Malashenko, who was watching the execution, took the AK44 automatic rifle with 29 bullets left in Chen Weiguo's hand without saying a word, and walked straight towards Nakamura Hiroki who was still spitting blood and talking wildly.

He turned the large paddle on the side of the receiver to full automatic mode, came to Nakamura Hiroki, raised his size 47 military boots, stepped directly on the dog's mouth that was still spitting blood and talking wildly, and forced it to stop talking, and raised his hand and pointed the muzzle at the chest of the old Japanese.

Dadadadadadadadadada——

Ka——

Until the sound of the firing pin firing into the air came, Malashenko, whose AK was still smoking, loosened his finger on the trigger.

He lifted up the military boots that were stained with the devil's blood and blocked the dog's mouth, and rubbed the soles of his feet hard in the dirt a few times with bad luck. After confirming that his feet were not stained with blood, he turned around and left with the AK that had been emptied of bullets.

Nakamura Hiroki, who was shot into the chest by 1+29 rounds of 62mm intermediate power rifle bullets and whose entire chest was shot into a sieve, was dead and could not die again.

After returning to Chen Weiguo, Malashenko, who had emptied the bullets and the barrel was still warm, returned the AK to the soldier, and then he slowly spoke to Chen Weiguo after firing 29 rounds in full automatic mode.

"How is it? Is it too much?"

""

Chen Weiguo did not answer on the spot, but after Malashenko took out a cigarette box and lit one for himself, he spoke quietly and calmly.

"There are more than a thousand anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians who died tragically at the hands of this old devil. If even dying on the execution ground is considered too much, then what about my comrades, comrades-in-arms and fellow villagers? Who can they cry to? Who will ask those unscrupulous Japanese beasts for them? "

Also noticing that Chen Weiguo was obviously emotional and crying at this moment, Malashenko, who knew that Chen Weiguo had finally solved a problem today, immediately took action, put his arm around Chen Weiguo's shoulders, hugged him, and patted his shoulders to encourage him.

But Chen Weiguo, who was a few years older than Malashenko, burst into tears on the spot, and the sad cry echoed in Malashenko's ears for a while.

"Okay, it's all over, Weiguo. Remember the dead, and then fight for the living. The future and victory will belong to us!"

Men don't cry easily, but they are not sad.

Recalling those familiar faces that will never be seen again.

Chen Weiguo, whose mind was flooded like a flood, could hardly control his emotions. He cried like a tearful man in Malashenko's comfort. It took several minutes for him to recover.

"Thank you, Comrade General! Thank you, I will never forget today, and I will never forget our comradeship."

Watching Chen Weiguo turn around and leave, Malashenko, who was standing there with a lot of emotion, continued to smoke. He couldn't calm down for a long time, thinking about the many stories he had experienced for a long time, until the political commissar who also witnessed the whole process at the scene came forward.

"He must have been through a lot, do you believe it?"

"Who says not? I'm afraid he has experienced no less heartbreaking things than us, maybe even more."

Malashenko, who was still as determined as ever, spoke quietly as he continued to walk with the political commissar back to the military headquarters.

"It's time to get down to business. The first batch of troops are ready. The execution of the old devil Nakamura Hiroki is just the beginning.

"Next, I will make these unscrupulous Japanese beasts pay for what they have done on this land that has suffered so much."

"I, Malashenko, swear that these Japanese invaders will definitely taste the devastating blow that they will never forget. It doesn't matter if you don't understand how the Nazis were destroyed, because these Japanese devils will soon experience it for themselves. ”

It was nearly two months earlier than the start time of the campaign in the existing history.

The original "August Storm" became the "June Storm", and the exact start time of the campaign was set at dawn on June 12.

Malachenko, who was ready for everything except the east wind, had been waiting for this moment, waiting for the moment to kill the Japanese invaders with his own hands and send these scum to hell to meet their Nazi allies.

Time came to the last two minutes before the launch of the action, and there was only a 120-second countdown before the artillery preparation began.

Witnessing the time on the watch passing by, Malachenko, who was in the forward command post on the riverside, looked up and quietly looked at the night scene across the river.

The last word was blurted out almost at the same time when the gun rope was pulled.

"Let's start! "

Boom boom boom --

Swish swish swish --

The land along the Ussuri River was shaking and the flames shot up into the sky. Countless seas of fire suddenly rose from the land of Jiangbei shrouded in darkness, dragging with a shrill scream, and swooped towards the Japanese positions and assembly points on the other side of the river.

It was also thanks to the intelligence of the old devil Nakamura Hiroki that he told everything he knew in detail, which was quite cooperative.

Malashenko, who had more than 500 rocket assault tanks, self-propelled artillery, and rocket launchers under his command, accurately marked the artillery preparation strike points of the leader's army on the top of the foreheads of the three closest Japanese divisions along the river.

Since participating in actual combat, I have never felt such a fierce and terrifying The three Japanese divisions with 100,000 firepower were hit hard in the middle of the night.

The heavy artillery and rocket barrages covered the devil's barracks in an instant. Most of the Japanese troops were still asleep when they were sent to the sky by huge 152mm grenades, 132mm Katyusha rockets, and 310mm Andryusha rockets. They were crushed to ashes on the spot without leaving any trace of struggle.

Looking at the fierce artillery fire pouring down like a rain of fire from the sky, Malashenko knew that this was still not enough to destroy all or even most of the Japanese troops.

Regardless of their fighting skills, the Kwantung Army, which was really good at disgusting people, was afraid of the Red Army's world-leading powerful field artillery cluster.

Therefore, a considerable part of the barracks, They were deployed in densely populated areas with dense civilian populations. From towns to county towns, there were basically troop stations and assembly areas for the devils everywhere.

Indiscriminate bombing was not Malashenko's style, even in the final battle to strangle the Nazis, the Battle of Berlin.

Malashenko also personally gave advice to Zhukov, trying to use slow-moving artillery fire to drive civilians out of the war zone first, and then increase artillery firepower output to launch offensive operations.

When dealing with the zoo air defense tower where a large number of innocent civilians took refuge, Malashenko was even more righteous and dropped warning leaflets a few hours in advance.

It was also thanks to the commander of the air defense tower that he was not a crazy lunatic. After realizing that the Russians were probably not joking, he immediately ordered all civilians to evacuate and finally escape. It saved four-digit civilians from being destroyed along with the anti-aircraft tower.

Civilian casualties are indeed unavoidable, but this is definitely not an excuse for indiscriminate bombing and direct heavy firepower at civilian areas.

Moreover, Malashenko still has his own unspeakable feelings.

Treating this land of suffering in the past, Malashenko really couldn't bear to let these people who have been bullied fall into an irretrievable situation when the Red Army arrived.

"Artillery preparation is extending to the depth of the Japanese garrison and assembly area. In addition, several defensive positions deployed by the enemy in the deep area on the other side of the river are currently covered by our artillery preparation and are projecting the maximum firepower."

Holding the first round of artillery preparation report just sent by the chief of staff, Malashenko, who read the whole report at a glance, spoke decisively.

"Notify all artillery units to continue to maintain the maximum firepower projection! Use maximum firepower and don't worry about ammunition consumption. Fire the full artillery fire for me!"

"Yes, Comrade Commander."

"In addition, contact the aviation unit to confirm their preparations for air strikes. As soon as the sky is bright, I want to see them immediately carry out secondary supplementary bombing on the areas covered by artillery fire. These places are either Japanese garrisons or troop assembly points, or field defense positions. Continuous attacks on these places can effectively prevent the enemy from assembling troops to counterattack. "

"In short, don't worry about wasting firepower, the value of ammunition is not as good as the lives of soldiers! Before we complete the construction of the pontoon bridge, we must do everything we can to trap the Japanese army in the bombing area! As long as our heavy equipment crosses the river, it will be the end of the Japanese invaders. Before that, use maximum firepower to bomb the enemy to death!"

During the three-month campaign preparation time, Malashenko, who had stockpiled a huge amount of ammunition reserves, now has enough confidence to say, "I will bomb your Kwantung Army for 24 hours without taking a breath."

The artillery positions in the rear opened their mouths and bombed indiscriminately, and the first batch of troops crossing the river in the front were also moving simultaneously.

"Quick! Follow us all! Rush over and seize the beach!"

"See you at the beachhead, comrades! Hurrah!"

"Ula!!!"

This time, the leader army did not need to operate covertly like the last time they crossed the river. They directly towed a large number of light and small speedboats that had been mobilized in advance, and pushed them down the river beach and into the river by boating on dry land.

Although they are all light boats of thirty to forty tons, or at most fifty tons, and most of them are civilian ships. Serious military ships are just a few small patrol boats equipped with 7mm heavy machine guns.

However, due to limited transportation capacity and the traction of "dry land boating", it is not easy to send these small boats into the river.

No matter how bad it is, we can still ensure the strength of the first wave of light troops who rush to the beach and cross the river. In the absence of serious amphibious landing equipment, this is the best equipment and the best method. There is no one.

Although the small-tonnage civilian ships and patrol boats have a shallow draft, they cannot completely run aground on the beach. After sending a wave of troops to land on the beach, they have to turn around and go back to pull the second batch to continue.

Alsim, who was on the first patrol boat at the front, holding on to the railing, saw that the distance was almost the same. Even if he was swimming with his bare hands, he could still swim ashore in three steps and two steps, and then he picked up the AK and headed towards the beach behind him. The soldiers waved their hands.

"Comrades, follow me!!!"

Plop——

Before the front foot finished speaking, the back foot jumped into the river.

All kinds of operations such as climbing high and low, and wading over mountains and rivers are not difficult for Alsim, who was born as an old hunter. Chasing prey through mountains and rivers is a compulsory course that Alsim learned from his father very early.

As soon as he jumped into the river, he immediately began to swim forward with his bare hands and rushed towards the shore that was just around the corner.

Without even taking a breath when he came to the surface, Alsim, who had washed up on the beach with just one breath, took off the AK from his back as soon as his feet touched the ground, turned the gun sideways and quickly slapped the receiver to remove the accumulated water. The water is drained, and the bullet is loaded by pulling the charging handle with your backhand.

Thanks to Comrade Kalashnikov's hard work and hard work, the AK can be fired immediately after being fished out of the muddy water. It can only be said that crossing the Ussuri River's very good water quality is a piece of cake.

As Alsim swam ashore with his bare hands, a group of soldiers with the best water skills had already arrived to meet their company commander at the beach.

At the same time, some soldiers who were not good at swimming and not accustomed to water had also rowed the famous rubber boats to the beach a little later.

There were not only fully armed combat engineers in the rubber boat, but also comrades who had swam ashore and washed up on the beach with their bare hands. They could not carry more ammunition, heavier weapons and armor.

The machine guns, RPGs, body armor, and various types of ammunition were taken out and unloaded from the rubber boat in sequence, and a large number of excavation tools such as engineering shovels were not forgotten.

Alsim, who had assembled half a company of troops, raised his hand and pointed at a dense crater area not far away in front of him that had been covered by rocket barrages and heavy artillery in advance, followed by an order.

"Quick! Use the bomb craters to build fortifications, bunkers, and positions. I'll round up your arms! Come on!"

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