Yes, as long as you get on the plane, you can run away and go back to the organization. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And Wang Liang: They are less than ten steps away from the plane, and they will arrive in five or six seconds.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

But the heavens did not fulfill the wishes, and the German soldiers opened fire.

The bullets whizzed over, forcing Wang Liang and them to lie down and dodge, stopping their advance.

"Damn bastards, who told you to shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, rush up and catch the live, protect the plane, all your lives are worth less than a plane!"

Only one German officer was heard insulting his soldiers.

It turned out that he saw that a bullet had actually hit the plane, so he called a stop.

Their task was to protect the plane, and now they had destroyed it, a responsibility that made the German officers realize that they could not afford it.

Maybe it will be investigated by the supervision department and the land will be expropriated.

The Germans were the most meticulous in their work, and they would extract the warheads from the planes for trace testing, and determine which of the two warring sides fired the guns through ballistic analysis and bullet types.

If the enemy is okay with it, the matter is over.

If he had shot the plane, it would have been over, and the tyrant Hitler would have been executed.

Sure enough, at the officer's command, the soldiers quickly put away their guns and charged.

Wang Liang saw that the time had come, opened the door of the cab at the fastest speed and in the shortest time, and jumped into the cockpit.

Heeshun, the captain, and the only three remaining Soviet soldiers were not slow, and quickly opened the cabin door and entered the cabin.

Wang Liang prayed in the cab, hoping that when he opened his eyes a second later, he would see that the pointer of the fuel gauge was not pointing to the cold and ruthless 0.

A second before looking at the oil meter, Wang Liang first tried to ignite.

Whew――

It was hit all of a sudden, which made Wang Liang feel more confident.

If there is no fuel in the tank, it will not ignite.

There should be fuel.

Wang Liang opened his eyes and looked, sure enough, although the pointer of the fuel gauge did not point to the full grid, it also occupied half of the position.

"That's enough." Wang Liang confidently and boldly fiddled with the joystick.

As long as you have fuel, it's easy to do, and it doesn't matter where you go.

Just when the German soldiers rushed to the plane, under the pilotship of Wang Liang, the plane had already left the ground.

In the ten seconds when the German officer didn't know what order to give, Wang Liang had already driven the plane into the distance.

"Quick, notify the tower, order the fighter to take off, and intercept one of our carrier planes numbered 156982." Only then did the German officer realize what a foolish decision he had made not to allow the soldiers to shoot.

He never imagined that these damned Soviet Army would fly planes.

But it was too late for him to take these remedies.

On the Western Front, Wang Liang only needed to step on the accelerator five or six times to fly into his own position, and the Soviet side was equipped with anti-aircraft artillery, and German fighters did not dare to fly in rashly.

Therefore, Wang Liang and they are already safe.

Wang Liang skillfully maneuvered the plane and broke through the sky.

Looking through the glass towards the ground, it was an artillery position of the German army.

There are also a few tanks, the size of ants, and clouds and fog, if it weren't for excellent eyesight, it would really not be able to see clearly.

Wang Liang roughly calculated that the size of this artillery unit was at least one brigade.

"Heeshun, do you check if there are shells in the back?" Wang Liang said to Xishun in the cabin.

Xishun hurriedly got up and walked to the throwing port to check.

"Yes, brigade commander, but not much, probably a cardinal one." After a while, Xi Shun responded.

"Okay, you and Lao Maozi get ready, and when I shout "attack", you will throw all these shells down to Lao Tzu. ”

One base is enough for this artillery brigade of the German devils to drink a pot.

The so-called ammunition base is a unit of calculation for the supply of ammunition, and the base quantity is the quantity or weight of a base number specified for individual equipment.

The standards shall be uniformly laid down by the highest leading organ of the armed forces in accordance with the level of national industrial production, the carrying capacity of the troops, the tactical and technical performance of the weapons, and the general law of consumption.

For example, it is stipulated that the number of ammunition bases for a 7.62 mm semi-automatic rifle is 200 rounds of ammunition, 300 rounds for a submachine gun, 120 rounds of shells for an 82 mortar, 161 kg for a liberation CA10 transport vehicle, and 9 kg for a base of 100 people.

This is a unit of calculation, which is an ammo base for a gun.

For the shells carried by fighters, different specifications and models have different standards.

Generally, the shells of a base are 60-100 rounds, about 2000-6000 kg.

These shells were enough to render five infantry regiments incapacitated.

Wang Liang constantly adjusted the control stick and lowered the plane's flight altitude to find the best starting bombing point.

After a minute and 30 seconds of adjustment, it was finally ok.

"Attack!"

Wang Liang gave an order.

Heeshun and the others, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly began to alternately drop shells through the throwing holes.

During this process, Wang Liang also constantly changed the position of the aircraft, with the aim of enabling the shells to cover the entire position.

Inflicted the most lethal damage on the Germans.

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

Whoa, whoa, whoa--

This familiar voice reappeared, and the closest it was to the bombing of Tokyo.

It's wonderful.

After the shells were thrown, there was no time to check the results, so Wang Liang accelerated his speed and headed north.

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Belarusian border.

The 856th Flying Squadron of the Soviet Army was stationed.

Anti-aircraft artillery position of the 196th Regiment of the 52nd Division of the Soviet Army.

"Call, call, a German fighter plane is coming towards our border, please prepare all units for air defense, please prepare all units."

"Repeat, a German fighter plane is heading towards our border line, please prepare all units for air defense, please prepare for air defense."

"What? German fighters? One? Are these Nazis crazy? Send a plane to carry out an air strike? I dare to think about it. A Soviet lieutenant said.

"Order the tower to try to pass with this German fighter and determine the identity of the other party." Said a Soviet major.

"Sir, isn't this an extra move, just let the anti-aircraft artillery regiment shoot it down?" The lieutenant asked, puzzled.

"What if it's your own? Let the tower try to call first, and it is not too late for the other party to refuse the communication and then call it out. The major glared at the lieutenant and said.

"Yes, sir." Although he didn't understand, the lieutenant still followed the order to contact the tower.