Because of the heavy weight on his body, it only took a few seconds to parachute down from a height of 500 feet to landing, and Yan Zhi fell to the ground.

Yan Zhi was a little stunned, probably because his eyes had not yet adapted to the darkness on the ground, and everything he looked at was pitch black.

All around there was the rumbling sound of cannons, machine guns, and nothing else, nothing could be heard.

Nothing can be seen.

Yan Zhi closed his eyes, quickly and slightly panicked, put away the parachute, and threw it away. Fortunately, the leg was not broken, and the bones were fine, although the body was hurt from the fall.

The earth was shaking, and the effect of the salvo of 10,000 bullets was terrifying, hundreds or thousands of times louder than the roar of the two Type 92 infantry cannons in the Winged Valley.

Due to the proximity to the ground during the parachute jump, he lost his marching bag somewhere, but fortunately the M1 was still there and the pistol was there.

The sound of the anti-aircraft machine gun "Duoduoduo" came from his ears, and his face was so shocked that his eardrums itched.

After a few seconds of adaptation, he saw that about 30 meters behind him, there was a row of three German Type 38 four-barreled 20 mm 450 burst anti-aircraft guns, firing at the C-47 above, the red and blue tongues of fire looked very ferocious in the night sky, looking from the ground to the sky, the tongues of fire emitted by this row of anti-aircraft guns were like rows of meteor showers pouring out, swaying densely into the air.

A machine gun of 20mm caliber can be called a "cannon". In a sense, the four-barreled machine gun was more brutal than the anti-aircraft gun, as it had a rate of fire of 450 rounds per minute.

In front of the three four-barreled 20-mm antiaircraft guns every 100 meters or so, three antiaircraft gun positions were placed in a company, and on each position were three machine guns, spraying raging fire snakes into the air......

Type 38, 20mm, four-barreled, 450-round burst heavy anti-aircraft gun,

It's so brutal!

Yan Zhi quickly observed the surroundings, about 300 meters to the left of this anti-aircraft artillery position, there was a surging artillery array, where every shell fired out shook the ground under Yan Zhi's feet as if it was about to rise upward.

Some paratroopers floated down in the air, encountering the brutal and ferocious bullets of the 20mm machine guns, and the bodies of the instantly beaten people continued to twist in mid-air.

Yan Zhi was very glad that he did not enter the range of this row of machine guns when he landed, otherwise, even Da Luo Jinxian would have to turn into a hornet's nest under such a dense artillery attack.

Yan Zhi only found out at this time that he had landed in a grass nest on the edge of an open grassland, which was surrounded by trees, and when he descended, he happened to be lucky enough to land behind this machine gun position.

Yan Zhi concluded that the location where he parachuted and landed was near Omaha Beach, the machine gun positions and artillery positions of the Germans.

Luck!

Suddenly, Yan Zhi seemed to hear someone above him calling the chief in Chinese, and the cannon was so loud that he couldn't hear who it was.

Rise.

Under the illumination of the cannon fire that rose into the sky, a soldier hung on top of a tree ten meters in the air.

Zhao Fugui.

Zhao Fugui was holding a knife in his hand, hesitating whether to cut the rope of the parachute, but it was too far from the ground, and he was afraid that he would fall and break his leg.

Like Zhao Fugui, there will be many paratroopers hanging from trees or buildings, and some stragglers will often break their legs and arms after cutting ropes.

Yan Zhi took a few steps back in the grass and raised his hand to shoot.

Zhao Fugui fell.

Yan Shangshang took a few steps forward and kicked Zhao Fugui's buttocks, kicking him forward half a meter away, eliminating the force of the fall.

Zhao Fugui rubbed his ass and got up, unfastened his parachute three times and divided two by two, and took off the M1 rifle.

Zhao Fugui's marching backpack didn't know where it had been lost, but fortunately, his M1 rifle was still there.

Completely unbeknownst to the dozens of German devils on the anti-aircraft machine gun position, two Chinese soldiers were parachuted behind them.

The quadruple 20-mm anti-aircraft machine gun, mounted on a stable gun carriage with adjustable height and direction, can tow the transfer array at any time, and is continuously blasting armor-piercing incendiary tracer rounds into the sky.

Armor-piercing incendiary tracer shells are the natural enemies of the low-flying C-47, which can easily penetrate the fuselage of the C-47, and the tracer bullets drag a long, shiny tail that can illuminate the air, so that paratroopers paratroopers parachuted at night have nowhere to hide.

Each machine gun is operated by four people, the squad leader, the sightman, the loader is responsible for firing into the air, and the bomb carrier is responsible for transporting ammunition and guarding.

In the Spitfire meteor, Zhao Fugui saw an American airborne soldier almost torn to pieces by the bullets from the 20 mm caliber machine gun, and the flesh and blood flew and turned into rain and mud from the air and fell to the ground.

The air was full of paratroopers landing, one after another C47s whizzed by, and soldiers constantly parachuted from low-flying planes, torn to pieces by anti-aircraft machine guns with a range of up to 2,000 meters.

In the air, C-47s were constantly hit by anti-aircraft machine guns, some were hit at fuel tanks, burned, exploded, disintegrated.

After the plane exploded and disintegrated, the corpses of the soldiers could be seen being thrown into the air in the firelight, and then shattered by the force of the explosion.

There was a C47 that was hit and dragged thick black smoke, falling in tracer bullets everywhere, the hatch opened, and soldiers continued to parachute down, and suddenly, a cannonball pounced on this heavily damaged C47,

"Boom!"

The C-47 body instantly collapsed.

Yan Zhi patted Zhao Fugui, who was startled by the brutal fierce battle in the air, and said loudly in his ear: "Let's take out this anti-aircraft machine gun position in front first." ”

Zhao Fugui came back to his senses, pulled the bolt of the M1 rifle, pushed the first bullet to load, he looked around, and determined that it was only him and the chief.

Yan Zhi bent forward, made an offensive move, picked up the M1 rifle, fired four shots in two seconds, and killed all four operators of the first machine gun, all of them hit the back of the head, and directly knocked off half of the head.

The machine gun was instantly muted.

The bomber-bearer of the second machine gun saw the movement of someone falling, and as soon as he turned around, a bullet entered his steel helmet, and without even screaming, his brain shattered.

"Smack!"

A bullet, piercing through the back of the shooter's head, opened the skull, opened a large hole in the center of the eyebrows, and sprayed the machine gun with brains and blood, and immediately muted fire, and the other two Germans did not fully react.

"Smack!"

Yan Zhi fired two shots in succession, one through the back of the head, and the other through the temple of the German soldier who was about to turn his head, blooming a bewitching flower.

Before Zhao Fugui could shoot, the four operators of the second anti-aircraft machine gun were killed by Yan Zhi again. Because every time he raised his gun to aim at the German devil, he fell before pulling the trigger.

Zhao Fugui simply stopped aiming, followed behind the chief, and looked around, beware of German devils who were secretly ambushing.

There were explosions everywhere, the roar of machine guns, the earth was trembling, planes were whistling in the air, and the paratroopers who were falling from the sky like snowflakes were pale and powerless under the attack of artillery fire on the ground, and at this moment, they were like lambs to the slaughter, powerless in the air.

The Germans, apparently, did not know that of the three anti-aircraft machine guns behind them, two of them were already muted.

Yan Zhi was shot while running, and killed the four shooters of another anti-aircraft machine gun.

In two seconds, Yan Zhi changed the magazine and loaded the magazine that had not been finished.

Yan Zhi kept telling the soldiers to try to ensure that the magazine was full when feasible, because on the battlefield, you have no idea how many enemies will appear by your side in the next second.