A few muffled sounds of "bells". ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

At the same time that the front guard of the anti-aircraft gun was swept by the bullets of the Japanese machine gun, the shooter of an anti-aircraft gun fell straight down with a crooked head, and a damn ricochet pierced through his neck and out of the back of his neck, and the vertebrae were blown to pieces and his young life was taken away.

Even, the veteran with the rank of sergeant major and at least 5 years of military experience died without even snorting.

The deputy shooter on the side didn't have time to wipe away the tears that suddenly flashed in his eyes, and rushed forward to take the anti-aircraft gun in the hands of the squad leader who had fallen down, "Kill you, kill you." While roaring frantically, he fired at the approaching Japanese planes.

The Japanese plane, which was constantly shaking its wings and constantly adjusting its fuselage, was cunning and extremely fast, and the three anti-aircraft guns aimed at him have not hit him so far.

The soldiers of the artillery battalion of the independent regiment are grieving for their fallen comrades in battle and falling into madness, in fact, Aokino is also the same.

From the moment the two fighters who followed him and still swooped into the Chinese air defense positions bravely retaliated suddenly and rushed towards the Chinese's mountains and forests at a faster speed, Aokino knew that they were finished.

The number on the plane reminded him that it was his best friend, the fellow of the same county who joined the army with him and was selected for the Army Aviation Force, the young man who liked to show off in front of him with the thousand-person needles embroidered by a thousand women in his hometown. The thousand-person needle that had been wrapped around his chest still failed to protect his martial luck for a long time after all, and it will fall on the land of the Chinese, and there will be no bones left.

"You all deserve to die, China." The Japanese army aviation captain howled frantically, pulled the trigger of the aviation machine gun, and continued to dive into the air defense position of the independent regiment frantically in the face of the crazy artillery fire of the Chinese, and continued to shoot.

The anger of the loss of comrades drove the shooters of the Independent Regiment mad, and also the Japanese pilots.

The two sides are like knights in ancient Europe, urging war horses, spears, staring at each other's chests, and charging.

At this moment, one's own life and death are no longer important, the important thing is to kill the other party. Avenge your comrades.

The shooter fell, the sub-shooter fell, the sub-shooter fell, the second second-in-command went up, and the artillery fire on the anti-aircraft positions of the artillery battalion of the separate regiment never stopped.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, the height had been reduced to 300 meters, and the Japanese plane, which was only 200 meters away, rushed towards it, and both sides seemed to be able to see each other's faces distorted by madness and eyes that had turned red.

When the two armies meet, the brave wins.

But now, both armies are brave.

It depends on whose spear is sharper.

Although the rate of fire of the three twin Suroton anti-aircraft guns was not equal to that of the anti-aircraft machine guns, the power of 20 mm caliber shells, which were thicker than the thumb, was far greater than that of machine gun bullets. As long as one shot is hit, there is a hole in the fuselage the size of a fist.

"Boom".

Aokino's plane shuddered violently, and thick smoke suddenly rose from the tail of the plane. The three anti-aircraft guns, which had consumed dozens of shells in a row, finally gained the upper hand in this sprint encounter of only four or five seconds in just 800 meters.

Japanese machine, shot.

A hint of desperation appeared in Aokino's eyes. Only 200 meters, just 200 meters, he can pass over the opponent's anti-aircraft artillery position at high speed, jump into the air under the helpless eyes of the Chinese, and then attack again.

However, it is no longer possible. The sudden drop in speed reminded him that not only was it no longer possible for him to soar in the blue sky with the same skillful tactical maneuvers as before, but it was no longer even possible for him to drive the Imperial Eagle back to the airfield 300 kilometers away.

"Then, let's die together!" Aokino, whose eyes were full of despair, suddenly pushed the lever, like a moth to a fire, and swooped down on the No. 1 position of the Independent Regiment.

"you, open the gun, fire the gun." Zhao Ergou looked at the Japanese plane 200 meters away and suddenly lowered his head and pounced here, and at the same time he was terrified in his heart, but he stood straight and continued to roar without dodging.

The Japanese are special enough to die, but his artillery battalion is definitely not a bad breed.

Almost all the anti-aircraft guns and machine guns were firing wildly at the same time at this desperate Japanese army. The dense bullets of the eight anti-aircraft machine guns instantly smashed the cabin cover of the Japanese plane, which had stalled, and the brave Japanese army aviation captain, who had not yet seen the results of his death with the enemy, was directly beaten into a sieve, and dozens of bullets almost beat him into a puddle of rotten flesh sitting on his seat.

At the moment when he pushed down the lever, the Japanese captain with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth still did not achieve his wish, and a 20-millimeter shell finally hit the fuel tank of the plane at a position where the Japanese plane, which had lost the control of the pilot, was still 80 meters away from the Chinese position.

With a "boom," the Japanese plane turned into a fireball in the air and planted diagonally on the hillside no more than 50 meters away from the air defense position.

"The little devil of the dog day is really hard." Zhao Ergou, who was swept away by the shock wave of the plane's explosion at such a close distance, got up from the ground with a gray face and spit out a mouth full of dirt, scolded angrily and continued to roar: "If you are not dead, continue to fight Lao Tzu." ”

Like a frightened bird, Masao Suzuki, who desperately jumped 2,500 meters in the air, swept towards the rising fire below the gap in the clouds, and couldn't help but quietly wipe the cold sweat on his forehead under the flight cap.

The reason why he can still wipe his sweat now is really a fluke. The Chinese, simply too cunning. Use machine gun fire to show weakness, and then wait for their main group to drop bombs in retaliation before opening fire at the lowest altitude. Moreover, the artillery fire turned out to be so fierce.

And his bait was temporarily let go. For the cunning Chinese, the fleet of ten fighters led by Captain Aoki is their rich feast.

However, how many colleagues can come back alive now? Masao Suzuki's anger has long since vanished, and a sense of sadness has surged into his heart.

The chances of survival of the Japanese planes that chose to flee at the first time were naturally much greater, and the three Japanese planes that dared to dive and attack attracted at least half of the firepower.

In the end, except for one unlucky man who was hit by a dense stream of bullets and anti-aircraft guns, which caused a thick smoke and had to parachute and abandon the plane, six frightened Japanese planes jumped into the white clouds in the blue sky.

This time, the result of the two air defense positions was 4 Japanese planes, and the three Japanese planes and their pilots became bright fireworks on Taihang Mountain, and one Japanese plane disappeared into the mountains with thick smoke, leaving a dazzling white flower in the air.

The troops on the ground have already heard the wind, and it is Zeng Wanzhong's Third Army.

After seeing the white flowers blooming in the sky, the lieutenant general of the army, who was hiding in the underground bunker, gave the order to capture the Japanese parachutist pilot alive even earlier than Liu Tuanzuo.

This is completely a gift to the door, comparable to the battle exploits of destroying 5 Japanese planes and annihilating a cavalry wing in the sky over Niangzi Pass.

You must know that since the beginning of the war, whether it is the Southeast Theater, which has been in full swing and has suffered heavy casualties, or the Northern Theater, which has been defeated in successive battles, not to mention capturing Japanese pilots alive, even the Japanese infantry have taken very few prisoners. The Japanese who advocate the spirit of bushido, even if they are surrounded or injured and lose the ability to resist, either pull the grenade and try to catch them, or kill themselves with a bullet, which is hard and palpitating.

The Separate Regiment did not send infantry to search.

The anti-aircraft machine gun that was still roaring had already expressed Zhao Ergou's anger.

"Lao Tzu's people died eight, but the devil only died five, and Lao Tzu hasn't even been leveled." This is Zhao Ergou's earth-shattering roar in the walkie-talkie.

"Tuanza!" Ye Zihua, who rushed here, looked a little unsightly.

He was not yet in the habit of shooting an enemy who was unable to resist.

Looking up at the roar of the plane that could still be heard in the sky after disappearing into the clouds, Liu Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, "Follow him!" ”

In just two words, the fate of the parachuted Japanese pilots was already doomed.

It is not easy for an anti-aircraft machine gun to hit an aircraft in high-speed motion, and it is certainly not difficult to hit a parachute that slowly falls from the sky. However, the machine-gun bullets only shot around the falling umbrella flowers, and just didn't hit.

Feeling the ballistics passing by at high speed from his position of more than 20 meters or even more than 10 meters, the Japanese pilots in the air screamed in horror and twisted their bodies desperately in an attempt to change the direction of the parachute, and in this way proved to their companions that they were still alive.

"Damn the Shina people, they actually shot at the Imperial warriors who had already parachuted." When the Japanese pilots in the sky saw this scene from above, they were all angry and scolded loudly.

But Masao Suzuki, who had replaced Captain Aokino who had been killed in battle, had taken command of the squadron behind him, and he felt a chill behind him, as if he saw another conspiracy coming at him.

Without thinking, he drew a large arc, drilled out the clouds at high altitude, swayed and dived to an altitude of 500 meters to drop two aerial bombs on the plane, and then the wings fluttered up and down and re-lifted and flew in the direction of Jingcheng.

This is a signal to retreat, the 1st Squadron has already destroyed 5 fighters and can no longer be lost. A colleague who has already skydived can only wish him good luck! He could no longer take the remaining Imperial Eagle, which was left with only machine guns, to fight hard with Chinese anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns. Perhaps, there are more anti-aircraft guns and machine guns waiting for them below. The Chinese here are far more cunning than they have ever encountered.

Masao Suzuki's guess is correct, the artillery battalion has not yet reached the same level in terms of the number of casualties, how can he be willing to flee like this? The Japanese pilot, who was landing, was the decoy, the bait that lured the Japanese plane to fly down into the air.

After receiving the commander's order to retreat, the seven Japanese planes dropped all their bombs and bombed the Niangziguan area, both the position and the mountains, into a sea of fire, and then fled in the direction of Jingcheng.

"I'm fucking it!" Zhao Ergou watched the seven Japanese planes disappear into the clouds, and the roar of the planes became smaller and smaller, angrily threw his steel helmet on the ground, raised his head and looked at the white flower not far from him, his eyes became colder and colder, "Beat him to Lao Tzu." ”

At the moment when more than a dozen anti-aircraft machine guns received the order, tongues of fire spewed out, and nearly 500 bullets swept through the parachute only 200 meters above the ground in a matter of seconds, and the parachute was broken into a rag, and the Japanese army fell quickly from the sky like a stone and fell into the mountains and forests.

"Bastard!" The lieutenant general, who was full of hope to catch him alive, also threw his steel helmet.

In his opinion, a living Japanese soldier is far more useful than a corpse.

However, Langtuan obviously doesn't think so.

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PS: It's a little late to update, these two chapters are really not easy to write, and they are a little slow to write. Fengyue has been writing from 8 o'clock in the morning until now! For the sake of Fengyue working so hard, children's boots, can you come with some rewards and monthly tickets or something.