"Hurricane, hurricane!"

The bombs that fell from the No. 2 fighter plane rubbed against the air, emitting a terrifying piercing scream, and one of the bombs accurately smashed into the devil's camp.

Another bomb deviated more than 50 meters and crashed under the slope outside the camp.

"Boom!"

The bomb exploded in an instant, and a huge scarlet flame rose in the center of the devil's camp.

The powerful shock wave generated by the explosion destroyed and tore all the surrounding devil tents, and there were debris and garbage everywhere.

"Uhh

"Uhhhh Uhh ……”

Dozens of little devils near the barracks were instantly killed and injured in horror, and they all let out a terrible howl like killing pigs.

Near the landing point of the aerial bomb, the bodies of many devils were torn apart by the shock wave, and the stumps and broken arms were scattered everywhere.

The flames and smoke were mixed together, and the explosion scene was shocking and miserable.

More than 100 meters to the east of the bomb landing site, several thatched tents were also blown away by the blast wave, and five or six little devils fell in the pits.

These devils were blown up to pieces, choked on their stomachs full of feces, covered with filth and stench, and even crawled a few maggots on their heads.

I couldn't help but scold in annoyance.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

"Damn, bastard!"

"This damn aviation doesn't even spare our thatched hut......"

Yang Jing is not a good person, and I don't know how much I have done to give birth to a child.

After he finished dropping the bomb, he continued to control the No. 1 fighter plane to watch the battle in the sky.

When he saw a group of little devils coming up from the dung pit, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a demonic sneer.

Yang Jing pushed the joystick violently, and the nose of the No. 1 fighter plane immediately sank, and it quickly swept towards this group of little devils who fell into the pit.

When there was still a distance of about 3 or 400 meters from the devil's pit, Yang Jing violently pressed the attack button.

"Tubu!"

"Tubu!"

"Bump Bump! ——”

Six 12.7mm Browning heavy machine guns let out a deafening roar, and suddenly shot a large number of dense scorching bullet rains, slamming towards the direction of the devil's pit, pulling out eye-catching smoke and dust bands on the ground.

"Yaga! Damn it! ”

The little devil who had just climbed up from the pit didn't have time to wipe the feces on his face before he was caught off guard by the sudden dense rain of bullets.

Several little devils' bodies were covered with bullet holes, their internal organs were knocked out, and their bodies fell to the ground and died of anger in an instant.

The rest of the little devils were in a hurry, and hurriedly plunged into the dung pit next to them.

"System prompt: Capture the host, kill 1 enemy second lieutenant officer, explode 1 manure pumping truck, 1 barrel of gasoline; Merit +20, XP +20. ”

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, kill 1 enemy soldier? Burst out 1 box of Skincare soap? Merit +4, XP +4. ”

"System prompt ......"

……

"Yo? Little devil on dog day? You're pretty witty! ”

"But? Do you think you can escape by jumping into a manure pit? ”

"Innocent, so naïve!"

The smile on the corner of Yang Jing's mouth became colder and colder.

Just let these little devils go? It's not his usual style.

If he doesn't choke these little devils to death in the dung pit, he will never give up.

"Come out, right? My cluster grenades! ”

Yang Jing took out a cluster grenade from his personal space? Then push open the glass sliding door on the top of the aircraft.

He calculated the speed of the plane again, pulled down the fuse, and threw it down.

"Yaga! Damn it! ”

"We're all like this!"

"We've all jumped into the shithole, this damn guy? Don't let us go! ”

"It's too much!"

See a cluster grenade swaying in? The little devils who jumped back into the dung pit couldn't help but fall into despair and broke down and cursed.

It's a pity that because their legs are already very short, coupled with panic.

I couldn't climb out for a while, but choked on several mouthfuls of feces.

Then? Watch as the cluster grenades fall.

"Poof!"

The cluster grenade fell like a stone, and a thick, disgusting dung flower splattered in the cuff tank.

splashed the little devil next to him all over his face.

And with it? Explosions rang out.

"Boom!"

These hapless little devils had nowhere to escape and were killed on the spot by cluster grenades? The carcasses float like fish on the surface of the manure tank.

"Yo Xi!"

Seeing these little devils dying so tragically, Rao is Yang Jing's determination? They were a little uncontrollable and burst out laughing.

Luckily, he reacted quickly? Timely control.

Otherwise? If you accidentally lose control and crash, it will become a joke for the ages.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

"The machine gunner shoots immediately!"

"Quick! Hurry! ”

"Knock these two damn fighters down!"

The devil machine gunners on the ground, under the command and order of some officers, immediately raised their guns and opened fire.

All of a sudden, there was a burst of gunfire.

"Tubu!"

"Tom tom! ——”

Dense bullets poured in, weaving a dense net of fire interception in the sky.

It was too late for Yang Jing to dodge, and many bullets suddenly hit the belly of the plane or under the wings, making a crisp sound of "dingdingding".

However, the armor protection of the P51 Mustang fighter is not comparable to the devil's broken Mitsubishi aircraft.

Plus, due to the presence of gravity.

After the bullet flies to an altitude of 3 or 400 meters, its kinetic energy has been severely weakened.

Fly a little more upwards, and even if it doesn't hit the target, the bullet will fall.

Therefore, these bullets failed to cause any damage to the No. 1 fighter piloted by Yang Jing.

Compared with Yang Jing, Guo Shaoqing's movements were more careful, because he was not hit by the little devil's machine gun at all.

"Ge Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't want to expose his hole cards today, you Oriental miscellaneous people think Lao Tzu is a sick cat?"

Yang Jing scolded angrily, and immediately ordered into the radio headset: "Lao Guo, from now on, attack freely!" ”

"Roger!"

Guo Shaoqing's response soon came from inside the earphones.

And Yang Jing, as well as the No. 1 fighter, swooped down towards the devil's machine gun position on the ground.

Six 12.7mm Browning heavy machine guns were fired at full power, and thousands of rounds of ammunition were poured out in an instant.

"Tubu!"

"Bump Bump! ——”

The dense rain of bullets suddenly pulled up eye-catching ribbons of smoke and dust on the ground like ploughing.

Seven or eight devil machine gunners were hit, and the 12.7mm caliber machine gun bullets carried unrivaled kinetic energy, instantly turning their bodies into a cloud of blood mist.

All kinds of parts suddenly scattered and splattered out.

"Yaga!"

"Damn!"

When the rest of the devil machine gunners saw the plane chasing after them, they were immediately frightened, and they all turned around and scattered to the bunker fortifications not far away.

I don't even want a light or heavy machine gun in my hand.

What the? Is a gun a soldier's second life?

The first life is gone, and the second life is gone? Stop it!

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