Just when a small Chinese gunner watched from afar the supreme commander of the Japanese army, who couldn't see clearly at all, pretending to be forced, quietly holding gestures to measure the distance and the various parameters of the muzzle that was ready to be adjusted.

At an altitude of 5,000 meters above the battlefield of Qiqian Village, Zhou Dapeng was also looking down with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see anything in his field of vision except for a white cloud.

Taking off at 6 o'clock in the morning, following the guidance of nearly 400 kilometers of the most primitive bonfire navigation, he led 15 fighters under his command to fly 400 kilometers at a low altitude of 1,000 meters, and then jumped back to an altitude of 5,000 meters 200 kilometers away, heading straight in the direction of the campfire, and at this time, the total range pointer has pointed to 630 kilometers, which has exceeded the combat radius of the "thunderbolt" fighter named by Liu Lang.

It stands to reason that the battlefield has already arrived.

However, if he wanted to be sure, he would have to lower his altitude to find the battlefield.

It's just that I don't know if the Japanese planes have also arrived on the battlefield, and if they haven't arrived, at this time, whoever has a low altitude will inevitably fall into passivity. Even if the performance of the fighters under their seats is far stronger than that of the Japanese army's current main fighter, the Type 96, but on the battlefield, it is not the performance of the aircraft that can determine the battle situation.

Liu Lang told him from the very beginning: It will never be the equipment that determines the victory of the war, but the people themselves.

What's more, the Japanese may send 24 or more sorties, while they, only 16. What's more, he only has 20 minutes of battle time at most, and after this time, even if they annihilate more Japanese planes, they won't be able to go back to Yan'an. A full 16 of the most advanced fighters in the Chinese theater will crash in China's mountains due to lack of fuel.

As a leader, he can't afford to make the slightest mistake.

It was a long word, but it was just a flash in Zhou Dapeng's mind, and only a few seconds later, Zhou Dapeng made a decision. "The second squadron, continue to keep the altitude of 5,000 meters unchanged, circle and wait with a radius of five kilometers, the first squadron, with me, reduce the altitude to 3,500 meters, each aircraft pay attention, search the battlefield and pay attention to the northeast direction, the Japanese aircraft will come from this direction."

Zhou Dapeng naturally had his reasons for making such a decision, 3,000 meters above sea altitude is the altitude of the best cruising speed, and it is very likely that the Japanese planes will advance at this altitude before they arrive at the battlefield. If there is no trace of the Japanese plane at this altitude, then he will continue to leave four fighters to patrol at this altitude for vigilance, and the remaining four will descend to the altitude to find the battlefield.

"What are you laughing at? Could it be that you still have a clever trick to deal with the little devil plane? Tell me about it, don't lose your appetite. The future general is a clever person, and when he saw the corners of Liu Lang's mouth curled up incomparably "annoying", he bounced up from the bench and asked eagerly.

After reading the Whampoa Military Academy, he was known as a high-achieving student, and when the danger of the bald boss's Northern Expedition came, he ran away with the bald boss on his back and was cited as a humerus, and was arrested by the bald principal when he became the head of the Red Party's intelligence, and more than a dozen senior generals of the state government jointly wrote a letter to the bald principal to intercede, and won the trust of several top bosses on the side of the Red Party.

Although Langtuanza's smile was very "annoying", he already felt that he must have been quietly tricked by this kid.

There may be generals in this world who take the lives of their soldiers seriously, but with Major General Chen's understanding of Liu Lang, he is definitely not this guy.

According to rumors, the reason why this guy dared to go to the headquarters of the Duanguizi United with 28 people in the Songhu War of Resistance in 32 years was because he saw that the wounded soldiers of a company were slaughtered and he was angry and went out to get a guy. What's even more outrageous is the Battle of the Great Wall in 33, because the villagers of a village were slaughtered by the Japanese army, he not only cut off the heads of a whole group of devils to build a Jingguan, but also carried a mortar alone to chase the ass of the 6th Division that had ceased war and began to retreat to Rehe according to the agreement for two days and one night.

Although the rumors are a bit exaggerated, even if he scattered his family wealth and armed the officers and soldiers of the independent regiment to the teeth, he was definitely a colonel who loved soldiers like a son.

"Hehe, Brigade Commander Chen, I didn't mean to adjust your appetite, look at the sky." Liu Lang said with a smile.

"Heavenly?" The future general took the telescope and looked at the blue sky and white clouds for more than ten seconds, but he didn't see that he was ugly.

"My brother Liu, just hurry up! Your brother and my little heart can't stand it. "The face of the future general is also first-class strong, and this will immediately change from Captain Liu to Brother Liu.

"Brigade Commander Chen, you said that the Japanese plane is coming, but what about the Japanese plane? Playing in circles? Liu Lang was unmoved, still smiling and hanging on to the appetite of a certain general.

It is natural not to be angry when Liu Lang is scolded by this old-timer, but it is also a pleasure to be able to make him scratch his ears and cheeks! Liu Lang is not afraid that he will be angry, you know, this one, but even Taizu's jokes dare to be made, and he is so big-minded that he is also famous among the Red Party.

"You kid, just be careful." The future general couldn't help but extend a little thumb to Liu Lang with disdain, turned his head and continued to look at the sky with a telescope.

Since Liu Lang has an appetite, he observes it himself. The meaning of Liu Lang's words made him have an expectation, although that expectation was not very realistic.

But twenty seconds later, a "buzzing" sound resounded in the sky again, and in the field of vision, a group of small black dots from far and near in the sky.

Over time, the black dots get larger and larger and decrease in height until they are clearly visible.

In the sunlight, the "red sun" painted on its tail is bright red and somewhat dazzling.

The future general's face turned pale again, and he looked back at Liu Lang, whose face was as usual, with some pain: "Now, it's really the little devil's plane coming." ”

But in an instant, the future general's face became firm again, and he turned around and gave an order to the staff officer who was standing far away: "Order all departments to do a good job of air defense concealment, order all light and heavy machine gun fire to be ready, if the devil plane dares to descend to a height of several hundred meters, give Lao Tzu a son of a bitch." Damn, if you want to gnaw Lao Tzu's meat, you have to break your teeth. ”

At this time, the infantry company commanders and infantry platoon commanders were also ordering concealment on the mountain beam positions, using all the bunkers that could be hidden. At the same time, all light and heavy machine-gun shooters were hit, and the muzzles of their guns were no longer aimed at the bottom of the mountain, but at the sky.

Just like the military order issued by the future general, whether it is the bayonet battalion of the independent regiment or the 771st regiment, most of the regiment has arrived on the battlefield, all the machine gun shooters are ready to fight to the death with the incoming Japanese aircraft.

Even if they know that from ground to air, stationary to high-speed motion, the odds of winning are very small. More than 90 percent of the time it is possible that the Japanese planes will whizz past at an altitude of several hundred meters, and the machine-gun positions will be strafed into a mess, with heavy casualties.

But they still did. Just like the concept of the future general, if you want to kill me, you have to see if your teeth are hard enough.

They could escape, they could flee into the mountains, where there was a dense jungle as a cover, and at least a 70 percent chance of escaping the machine guns and bombs of the Japanese planes.

But no one escaped. After escaping Qiqian Village, you have to escape from Jindong, you have to escape from Shanxi, and you have to flee south after escaping Shanxi, but when you escape to the edge of the sea, where else can you escape? Whether it is the independent regiment or the red army, the extraordinary insight of its leaders tells all the officers and soldiers that in the face of this national war, no one can escape and no one can retreat.

The red warriors can take off the bright red five-pointed star cockade and wear the blue sky and white sun cockade that they once hated incomparably, that is, they also know that at the time of the life and death of this nation, they must be unanimous with the outside world, otherwise, the house is forcibly occupied by foreign enemies, and there will be no house for the two brothers to fight behind closed doors.

If you can't escape, you can only fight to the death in the face of the ferocious enemy planes that dive down from a high altitude.

Even if you die soon, you have to fight.

The Japanese plane, coming from the northwest of the battlefield, got closer and closer as time went on. The violent roar of the aircraft's aero engine became clearer and clearer, like a scythe dancing wildly in the hands of death, which made people feel chilled.

The Japanese planes, with 24 of them, were divided into four echelons, 6 in a row and three in a combat group, covering each other to reduce their altitude from an altitude of 3,000 meters.

Yes, from a distance of 3 km from the battlefield, the Japanese machine, the dive began.

Good weather provided a good enough view, and the battlefield in the smoke of gunpowder had already indicated the goal.

A row of 6 Japanese planes dived downward, and then, followed by another row, swooping towards the battlefield, like eagles about to catch chickens, menacing.

One Japanese aircraft dived the fastest, at the very front of the six Japanese aircraft in the first row. If the Japanese planes that have begun to dive are sharp arrows whistling, then he is the arrows, and if they are eagles, then he is the Eagle King.

The Japanese pilot, who was firmly pressed into his seat because of gravitational acceleration, looked at the battlefield that was becoming clearer and clearer in his field of vision, his eyes were full of anger, and his face was full of hideousness.

In the sky of Shanxi, there are no Chinese planes, only the eagle of the empire soars. Here, it is their battlefield, their stage, and no one can beat them directly.

However, this arrow, or the Eagle King, has no pride. Because, he wants to be ashamed.

The shame of the fall of five fighters of the 1st Squadron on the battlefield of Jiuguan can be washed away today with the blood of the Chinese.

Yes, this Japanese Air Force lieutenant who led the fighter plane into a dive state was none other than Masao Suzuki, who fled in the desert above the old pass.

He came to Qiqian Village, not only to help the 40th Infantry Brigade, but also to bring shame to the 38th Air Wing. To this end, his fighter not only loaded enough machine-gun bullets, but also hoisted a 2-pound aerial bomb under the belly, enough to blow a mountain-top Chinese into ashes.

As long as he is given another ten seconds, he can reach the attack position, first use the machine gun to strafe the dark blue that can be seen in the field of vision, and then, find the best time and position, drop the 250-pound aerial bomb, and then draw a graceful arc to return to the battlefield, shattering all the Chinese counterattack.

From west to east, the rising sun in northern China, although very mild, is somewhat dazzling, but this does not stop the determination of the eagles of the Imperial Japanese Army to destroy all enemies.

The Japanese troops on the ground, their excitement was also overflowing, and they sent their life-saving steel helmets to the sky to cheer for the arrival of the imperial eagles.

However, a group of planes from east to west, higher than the Imperial Eagle, also began to dive, and they were stunned.

Could it be that they are so important that the North China Dispatch Army actually sent 40 fighters to help them in one go?

This feeling of being suddenly taken so seriously made the Japanese soldiers on the ground happy and a little confused.

The slogan "Long live the Empire" rose and fell on the battlefield.

However, they did not know that the Japanese pilots who had already begun to dive could not see the group of planes diving towards them from a frontal altitude.

The dazzling sunlight of the east obscured their vision.

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