World War II, Shit-Stirring Stick, Starting from Inheriting the Kingdom of Feng
18 Stuka Dive Bomber, Bloody Yalu River!

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

The artillery shells that covered the sky and covered the earth smashed into the Japanese's defensive position, blowing up the defensive position that the Japanese had carefully built.

Feng Jun's ammunition reserves were too large. It was as if they did not need money. They bombarded for half an hour before stopping.

The Japanese artillery had no chance to counterattack. As soon as the bombardment ended, the fighter jets came again and threw high explosive bombs at the artillery positions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Bombs that looked like gas tanks fell from the sky. The Japanese artillery positions were in a sea of fire, and violent explosions resounded in the sky.

Cannon! Boom!

The forty-minute bombardment instantly sobered up the originally confident and high-spirited Fusang Far East Army.

Feng Jun was much stronger than he had imagined!

On the east bank of the Yalu River, when the bombardment ended, the Japanese camp had already been razed to the ground. A large number of corpses were scattered around the crater. It was a tragic sight.

The 1st division's major general, Yamamoto Chiaki, crawled out of the trenches. Looking at the destroyed defense line, his face turned pale and he had the urge to turn around and run.

Terrifying! It was too terrifying. The Feng army's artillery shells were stolen? Was there a need to not feel heartache?

This was the thinking of a poor person!

The difference between Fusang's industrial production and Feng's was very obvious.

Especially in terms of military production capacity, the Feng family had already used semi-automatic production lines, while Fusang was still in the small workshop mode, so the output was worlds apart.

Of course, it depended on who he was compared to. The Feng lineage was established by Jiang Xiong, a transmigrator who had a cheat. The Fusang shortie definitely could not compare.

But compared to Chang Kai, he was ridiculously strong.

Fusang was one of the few big shipbuilding countries in the world, and its shipbuilding level was second only to Great Britain.

In normal history, during World War II, Japan produced and modified more than a dozen aircraft carriers. The Shinano aircraft carrier had a displacement of up to 70,000 tons.

In addition, Fuso also manufactured the world's largest battleship, the Yamato, and the largest submarine.

Among them, the I-Type 400 submarine had a displacement of more than 6000 tons and could carry three water attack aircraft. It was the largest submarine in the world at that time, and the fuel it carried was enough to sail around the blue planet.

One could imagine how strong and skilled the Fusang Navy was at that time.

When Fusang was engaged in the aircraft carrier battle with Ying-chan in the Pacific Ocean, Zhonghua was still using millet and rifles to fight guerrilla warfare. This was the difference.

In terms of army weapons manufacturing, Flower Seed was also far behind Fusang.

Although Fusang's army weapons manufacturing level was much lower than that of the West, it was still quite powerful. It was one of the few countries in the world that could produce artillery, cars, armored vehicles, and tanks.

During World War II, Japan produced 5000 tanks, more than 60,000 cars, and 13350 cannons.

At that time, the production of flowers was almost zero, and it could not be compared to Fusang at all.

In a war, there were planes above Fusang and tanks below. With a barrage of artillery, the infantry could charge up and end the battle.

Although this tactic was very old-fashioned, it was very effective against the flower army with weak firepower and poor equipment.

It was not uncommon for a regiment to chase away more than a dozen divisions. It was not that the troops were weak, but that their weapons and equipment could not keep up.

On the battlefield in Myanmar, the expeditionary army equipped with American equipment beat the devils to a pulp. If there was a decent industry for planting flowers, the war would not have been so difficult.

In addition, Fusang had already begun to develop advanced equipment such as jet fighters in the later stages of the war. They were still poor when it came to planting flowers. Even the screws had to be imported. One could imagine how big the gap between the two countries was at that time.

Jiang Xiong knew the importance of industry and education. That was why he used all his funds to promote education and develop industry. From 1870 to his death in 1928, he used a total of 58 years to create a world-shaking miracle!

The Feng lineage with a deep foundation was enough to crush Fusang!

"Gather! Meet the enemy!"

Yamamoto Chiaki took a few deep breaths. He knew that running was not an option. The Feng army had already begun to cross the river. If he did not guard the Yalu River and prevent the Feng army from landing on Gao Li, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Meet the enemy! Hurry!"

The surviving Japanese forced themselves to be alert and quickly cleaned up the corpses. They dug out the weapons and ammunition buried in the sand and prepared for battle as quickly as possible.

On the west bank, after the bombardment stopped, the Feng army immediately boarded the ship and crossed the river according to plan.

Landing on the beach was the most difficult. Bai Juxi estimated that at least 20,000 people would die before they could tear through the Japanese's river bank defense line.

As Feng Jun's ship entered the firing range, the Japanese opened fire, and the war officially began!

Da-da-da ~ Da-da-da ~

Feng Jun set up a heavy machine gun at the bow of the ship and fired wildly at the shore.

The Japanese did not want to be outdone. They retaliated with machine guns, grenade launchers, and mortars. The sound of gunfire was dense. Every minute and every second, soldiers were shot and killed, and the river was dyed red.

However, Feng Jun was brave and charged towards the other side without fear of death.

"Damn it, those damned Japanese!"

Jiang Yun 'an, who was watching the battle from the top of the mountain, felt his heart ache. Seeing so many casualties, his heart bled.

"Commander Bai, let the artillery fire at full force. All the air forces will be deployed to cover. Don't save ammunition and smash the Japanese defense line.”

"Yes, sir!"

The order was given, and the second round of large-scale bombardment began.

Thousands of cannons fired at the three-kilometer-long river bank defense line. The Japanese were obviously unable to withstand it.

It was impossible to avoid the cannon because the Feng army was close at hand. If you didn't block the cannon fire, the Feng army could easily go ashore.

Weng weng weng.

Before the bombardment stopped, the sound of the engine roared again from the sky.

This time, it was not a large bomber, but a dive bomber!

It was called…Stuka!

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