Sure enough, just like Liu Lang thought.

The explosion and the column of smoke that rushed into the sky after the Japanese plane hit the mountain were like a handsome guy driving a Lamborghini's flirtatious artifact, directly provoking the ten bombers that were still hovering in the sky into a spring tide. Before the frantically raised companion could reach their airspace, one of the leading bombers, led by a bomber, lowered the nose and swooped down into the clouds.

From an altitude of more than 2,000 meters, the naked eye can quickly descend to 1,500 meters, 1,000 meters, 800 meters, and even, even lower.

Ten Japanese fighters, like falcons that have found their targets, accelerated and dived frantically. A dive at an angle of 45 degrees, a dive in the direction of the old pass position.

The violent roar of the engine and the screech of the Doppler effect during the dive are like sounds from hell.

All the squadrons on the ground could feel their anger from the frantic speed of the swooping Japanese planes.

Yes, it was an absolute shame for Aokino, the leader of the 1st Squadron of the 38th Air Wing. The sky in northern China has always been the world of the Imperial Army Aviation, whether it is the bombing of Zhengding or the bombing of Shijiazhuang, his vision has always been the victory flower blooming under the wings of the Imperial Army Aviation's eagle. In the bloom of the flowers, the houses of the Chinese were reduced to rubble, the positions of the Chinese became ruins, and all resistance was annihilated.

But now, there is a plane with folded wings in the mountains of the Chinese.

In fact, Captain Aokino was not burned by anger and lost his mind, and dared to brave the Chinese anti-aircraft artillery to avenge his colleagues in this desperate way. There was no fog in the air caused by the explosion of anti-aircraft guns, and it was obvious that the Chinese on the ground did not have decent anti-aircraft artillery fire, which he could fully conclude that even if the thick smoke of his colleague's plane finally hit the mountain and became a brilliant salute.

The damned Shina must have resisted again in vain with their rudimentary machine guns, but they were lucky enough to hit the unlucky Imperial Eagle. However, luck does not always favor them. Soon, they will taste the power of a 250-pound aerial bomb hanging from the wings of the Imperial Eagle.

At this time, it is already five o'clock in the afternoon, the evening of Taihang Mountain in late autumn is very beautiful, the sunset is sinking in the west, the clouds in the sky are very low, as if you can touch it when you stand on the top of the mountain, the white clouds, the mountains, and the woods are dyed with a golden light.

Superb scenery.

In this picturesque landscape, ten airplanes with fiery red suns painted on their fuselages, their engines roaring violently from the sky, drawing ten shuddering exhaust gases. It's like a beating note in this beautiful landscape.

Shudder.

Everyone knows that the beautiful scenery is immediately gone. These ten beating notes bring not agility, but death.

Hanging from their wings were 250-pound aerial bombs, a terrifying demon capable of destroying everything in thousands of square meters.

At 1500 meters, 1300 meters, 1100 meters, 800 meters, ten fighters of the 1st Squadron of the 38th Air Wing are still diving.

Looking at the earth rushing towards the face at great speed, the position of the Chinese in the field of vision is becoming more and more visible, and even, you can see the figure that is running frantically like an ant on the mountain, Aokino's face has a trace of viciousness, and his hand has quietly touched the bomb stick.

As long as he dives more than 200 meters and reaches an altitude of 500 meters, as long as he is given two more seconds, he will pull down the bomb stick to drop the bomb and then level the plane and leave safely, and then, the two bombs will glide down, glide 1,000 meters in the air, and finally hit the Chinese's positions and blow them into powder. With the power of the 250-pound bombs carried by the Imperial Eagle, all dodging would be futile.

Aokino didn't know that at the moment when the corners of his mouth showed hideousness, the expression on the face of a Chinese commander on the ground standing under a camouflage net decorated with a large number of leaves was even more "hideous" than him.

As the supreme commander of the artillery of the independent regiment, Zhao Ergou was more courageous than Liu Lang imagined.

The twin-mounted 20-mm anti-aircraft guns had an effective range of up to 2,000 meters, but from the Japanese planes dived down from high altitudes, 2,000 meters, 1,500 meters, 1,000 meters, and 800 meters。。。。。。 Closer and closer, he did not give the order to open fire. That's because it's not low enough, and if you don't beat this group of arrogant Japanese machines into turkeys, it will be difficult to beat them who are already prepared.

Therefore, even though the fingers of all the anti-aircraft gun shooters were almost stiff on the trigger, and the sweat soaked the vests in the crisp autumn weather, he still stared at the Japanese planes in the air and swooped down, getting closer and closer, as if he could see the hideous faces of the Japanese pilots clearly, and he still did not give the order to open fire.

He was betting that the Japanese plane would not drop bombs above 600 meters, and that the hit rate of bombs dropped above 600 meters would not exceed 50 percent. After the accidental loss of a plane, the arrogant Japanese army aviation will definitely retaliate, they will drop bombs at an altitude of 500 meters or even lower, and they will not be willing to blow up the squadron that dares to resist to death.

Finally, he got the bet right.

"Distance, 1200 meters, height 800 meters, distance, 1000 meters, height, 700 meters." The anti-aircraft gun spotter beside Zhao Ergou stared at the rangefinder with his eyes, shouting frantically in his mouth, and sweat on his face was like rain.

At this time, the Japanese aircraft group had approached the Jiuguan position only 2,000 meters away, and it was only two miles away from the anti-aircraft artillery position where Zhao Ergou was located. The expression on Zhao Ergou's face was almost distorted, and he clutched the phone in his hand and still didn't speak.

"Distance, 800, Height 500。。。。。。" The anti-aircraft gun spotters continued to shout frantically.

The violently roaring Japanese machine seemed to be overhead, close at hand.

"Position No. 1 and No. 2, open the artillery, open the artillery, and fight Lao Tzu. Position No. 3 is on standby. Zhao Ergou's frantic roar spread through the microphone to the two nearest anti-aircraft artillery air defense positions.

All the anti-aircraft gun shooters and anti-aircraft machine gun shooters who were aiming at the Japanese in the dive pulled the trigger at the same time.

The sound of two completely different weapons, "dong dong" and "poof", suddenly spread throughout the mountains.

Tongues of fire erupted upwards from the dense jungle.

Although it was not yet night, the terrible ballistics visible to the naked eye were like whips slamming towards the Japanese planes that had reached the most suitable bombing distance and height.

The three anti-aircraft positions, forming a triangle, protect the entire old pass position in it, no matter from which direction to attack, there will always be an air defense position in the most suitable firing position, and the other is the most suitable firing position for a head-on attack.

The hideousness at the corner of Aokino's mouth suddenly froze.

Chinese, there really were anti-aircraft guns。。。。。。

Moreover, he had been hiding until now before firing the cannon, just when he was about to dive to the right height and start dropping bombs.

There was no need for him to remind him, the clouds of white bullets that kept exploding in the sky made the neatly arranged group of planes that were arrogant just now look like a swarm of sparrows that had suddenly encountered birds of prey in the air.

Scattered.

Some of them flapped their wings and dropped the bomb, and then tried to level it and then quickly pulled it up; Some simply turned to the side of the fuselage and fled before they even had time to drop the bomb; Others brazenly continued to dive and then pulled the bomb stick.

After the 10 Type 96 bombers of the 38th Wing suddenly encountered anti-aircraft artillery fire, almost 80 percent of the planes chose to drop their bombs, and then they changed their planes and pulled up to leave the position covered by anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns.

It was the right decision to drop the 500-pound load so that the lightened aircraft could evacuate at maximum speed. As for accuracy, it's not the most important thing anymore.

However, this time, they were ambushed by a total of 12 twin-mounted anti-aircraft guns and 16 ultra-high anti-aircraft machine guns in two positions, not infantry light machine guns with a magazine capacity of only 20 rounds. Moreover, the distance is only 800, and the height is only 500.

This time, the Japanese Army Aviation, which had never been hit in the skies over northern China, was destined to hit a hard nail.

The two Japanese planes that continued to dive and bomb bombs were also hit by a fierce blow, and a full five anti-aircraft machine guns were fired at them, and after the wings were pierced with an unknown number of bullet holes, the two Japanese pilots who had just pulled the trigger of the aviation machine gun and fired a string of machine gun bullets were smashed into a sieve by the crazy bullets.

Despite its speed and air superiority, the 7.7mm revolving aviation machine gun was clearly inferior to the MG42 anti-aircraft gun, which had fired 200 rounds in ten seconds with full firepower. Five anti-aircraft machine guns aimed at them and fired wildly, spewing out a barrage of 1,000 rounds.

"Yaga!" Aokino roared loudly and pulled the button of his machine gun as well, and continued to swoop towards the air defense positions of the Chinese hiding in the woods a few hundred meters away.

As the squadron leader of the 1st Squadron of the 38th Air Wing, one of the three fighters who still dived bravely after being ambushed by Chinese anti-aircraft guns, Captain Aokino interpreted his martial arts with his actions.

But the Chinese were also not inferior to his courage, and the three Japanese planes that were still diving and trying to attack the position became the key targets, even if you could see several chilling tongues of fire from under the belly of the Japanese planes, there were still three twin anti-aircraft guns and five anti-aircraft machine guns constantly adjusting the muzzles and firing at them. The remaining half was aimed at the fleeing Japanese planes in pursuit of them.

As for the Chinese and Japanese sides, which have already entered the state of confrontation, neither side will choose to retreat, and in such a battle, either you will die, or I will die, or we will die, and there will be no other way to choose.

The barrage swept by the Japanese planes formed two clearly discernible ballistics on the ground, and the leaves and trunks exploded one after another, and the earth flew and struck the position.

A soldier in charge of guarding a few dozen meters away from the anti-aircraft artillery position was directly swept by a 7.7-mm machine gun bullet because he couldn't dodge, and his chest and abdomen were instantly beaten into a honeycomb, and he fell to the ground with a scream, becoming the first soldier to die in the artillery battalion of the independent regiment.

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