There was a German reconnaissance plane, and its roar reached the sky over the blacksmith village earlier than the main body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Mingzhi was already standing outdoors, his pistol loaded, and immediately organized dozens of machine gunners. These people don't talk about military salutes anymore, and Yang Mingzhi doesn't care about it.

He raised his pistol and pointed it in the direction of the boom and ordered: "You guys disperse at once, the secondary shooter stands with a machine gun bipod, and the shooter shoots into the air!" Aim at enemy aircraft, pay attention to the amount of advance, and fire at the front of the target. Now, act now! ”

"Yes!"

In total, more than thirty Heavy Men were organized, and with the radiation hands that served as scaffolds, there were sixty people.

There is a lot of vegetation in the blacksmith village, and in this small empty space between the tall trees, a large number of "anti-aircraft machine guns" immediately appeared.

"If there are anti-control missiles in this era, there is no need to make a big move, let the Stinger solve the problem with one shot at the enemy aircraft." The idea is good, but the reality is very skinny. The air defense methods of this era were all the cooperation of anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns. It was only after the Americans perfected the VT proximity fuse in this war that the air defense capabilities increased significantly.

In addition to the machine gunners, Yang Mingzhi also organized the running infantry, and the order given to them was very simple: "You lie on the ground, and the rifle is aimed at the nose of the plane in the sky and fires." ”

If only there was a military textbook now, Yang Mingzhi still remembers that in the 60s of New China on that plane, it was to guard against the Soviet Union's nuclear blackmail and a new round of world war, and the vast number of militia members participated in military training one after another. One of them is how to deal with aircraft alone, and there are relevant illustrated teaching materials, and this group of ordinary soldiers can also become veterans.

When the enemy plane comes, it's not right to do nothing, even if it can't hit accurately, the ground firepower will form an anti-air barrage, then this unlucky enemy plane should always be shot down!

Therefore, Yang Mingzhi also personally hugged a DP machine gun and waited quietly.

The wait was very short, and then the reconnaissance plane appeared.

The German pilot's eyes were wide open, and he was also carrying a camera in an attempt to take pictures of suspicious targets. The plane had been flying over the forest for a long time, with trees and small lakes covered in snow and ice along the way. This is what wetlands look like, and once the snow melts, the ground will inevitably become a pond of mud. Even so, a large group of guerrillas could be hidden here? How easy is it to find their living quarters under these tall trees?

This was one of the four reconnaissance planes, and it did not fly over Heitu Village, so naturally it did not encounter a blow from ground fire. However, its good fortune is coming to an end!

The pilot was keenly aware of the forest area in front of him, where the vegetation was abnormally reduced. There is also a small dirt hill in the woods, where there is less vegetation, especially some wooden buildings around it.

"My God, are you hiding here?" The pilot cheered up, and he decided to take a good look at the area. The plane then lowered its altitude and circled in a large circle over the blacksmith village.

Now, this person really found the clue, and in this wood, in fact, a huge village is hidden. Even with the cover of the woods, a large number of clues were exposed.

He immediately made a note of it and marked the approximate location in an atlas.

"Damn guerrillas, as long as I go back, your location can be reported to the bombers, and then what awaits you is a volcanic strike!" The pilot thought well, he still needed further observation and began to prepare for the photo.

It's just that the flag that was just set up has now been fulfilled.

Yang Mingzhi's eyes widened, he half-knelt and instructed the soldier holding the machine gun bipod in front of him to stand firm.

He gave the order: "Fire!" ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire on the ground. As soon as one person fires, it immediately causes a chain reaction.

The vast majority of the fighters were told that the enemy plane was most likely positioned for a follow-up retaliatory military strike. Balzen's men rested in the blacksmith village, and he ordered his men to end their rest and go into battle at once.

Balzen's order was even more explicit: "We were hit by dive bombers, and it is clear that when the reconnaissance planes spotted us, they would bomb this place. Therefore, there must be no return for enemy aircraft! ”

This is a dead order, this enemy plane must be killed. One pass passed on ten to hundred, what Yang Mingzhi didn't know, those soldiers who spontaneously stood up, their determination to fight was stronger.

The soldiers didn't care about the cold, lying on the ice and snow, and they all aimed at the enemy plane.

Thousands of guns fired at the same time, and the firepower of that moment was at its peak. Together with Yang Mingzhi's organization, there were nearly 100 machine guns firing in the air. In the face of powerful firepower, this reconnaissance plane was like a poor bird, and it encountered thousands of hunters.

The aircraft had no armor reinforcement at the bottom, and its wings, except for the metal frame, were made of planks and canvas. After all, in this era, even the excellent Lag-III fighter used a lot of wood. In an era when aluminium for aviation was scarce, there was nothing wrong with making airplanes out of wood, bamboo, and canvas (as was the case with the planes of World War I).

As a result, these materials that are not strong enough can easily be pierced by bullets.

Yang Mingzhi didn't care so much, he held his breath and shot in the air. The muzzle of the gun is aimed at the front of the nose of the enemy aircraft, which is a good amount of advance, which is where the engine of the aircraft is located.

Many people were indeed shooting the same way he did, and their engines were hit frequently, and the worst of all was that the oil pipeline was broken.

The engine oil was spraying wildly, and it sprayed the pilot's face all at once. The open cockpit was so bad that bullets hit so much that it simply came up from under the pilot's feet.

Poor man, just now he was going to get some more information and fly back to report his merits. These, for him, this Soviet-German war is over, and there is nothing to fear when people die.

The blow has not stopped, and the soldiers have only one goal - to shoot it down!

The sparks from the bullet ignited the oil pipe, which continued to inject fuel, and a fire erupted. The nose of the plane was burning, and even the canvas with wings was on fire.

Seeing this, Yang Mingzhi shouted for a ceasefire!

However, the people around him stopped, and there were still a large number of people elsewhere still firing. "What the hell, don't bullets really cost money? How many bullets does it take to deal with an enemy aircraft?! It's useless to scold, Yang Mingzhi shook his head helplessly.

In some sense, the pilot was shot, and such a death was lucky. The reconnaissance plane, with its left wing already broken, was burning with its fire, and the pilot's body was also burning. The plane dragged huge black smoke, fell in a spiral, and plunged headlong into the woods.

"Ulla! Ulla! ……”

The entire blacksmith village was cheering, and it took only three minutes from the appearance of the enemy plane to the time it was beaten down. Now the enemy planes have been planted and become a burning indescribable thing.

Yevlov, who was sitting in town, never expected that the enemy plane would be shot down so easily? He knew that the enemy plane was not this one, so he immediately gave two orders: First, send troops into the crash area of the plane, find its wreckage, extinguish the fire, and see what was found. Second, the troops continued to maintain a combat state and were ready at any time to take out other reconnaissance planes.

And Yang Mingzhi breathed a long sigh of relief. The gunfire had stopped, he crouched on the ground, and in these thrilling minutes, the enemy plane was shot down, and this guy who knew too much was finally dead.

At this moment, there are a lot of bullet casings on the ground, the machine gun is placed on the ground, the barrel of the DP machine gun is very hot, and the cartridge disc has to be fifty or sixty degrees.

"Everyone quickly reloaded their ammunition and continued to prepare. Please report that the enemy did not dispatch a reconnaissance plane. ”

"Whew!" The fighters let out a deafening roar and immediately began to check their guns. Taking advantage of this, the radiant hand stretched out his arm, and immediately began to pick up the bullet casings on the ground, after all, the bullet reload could still be used. (To be continued.) )