Chapter 13: The Devil Comes Up

The two fighters of the devil, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards Gao Quan in a flanking attack. Airplanes have their own trajectory in the sky, and it is impossible to move quickly to the left and right at will like pedestrians on the ground. The trajectory of the cannon's strafing to the ground is basically straight forward, and even if it can change direction, it will not be too abrupt.

Gao Quan controlled the machine gun and aimed at the plane on the left, for no reason, just like roulette, since he must choose one of the two, then the devil on the right is lucky.

"Tubu! Sudden Sudden Rush! ”

The muzzle of the machine gun shook violently, and a string of tongues of fire rushed out of the muzzle. The green tendons on Wang Dazhu's two arms protruded, and he exerted his greatest strength to keep the machine gun stable. The bullet that rushed out of the muzzle, like a thin line, quickly stretched forward, and went up to the plane to the left of the devil. Gao Quan can see the shadow of the ghost pilot in the cabin, this guy has seriously violated the rules of the plane pilot, and he deserves to be killed!

The pilot of the devil fighter must have seen the anti-aircraft fire of the two small infantry on the ground with machine guns, the plane on the left had stopped firing, the nose was raised to the left, and the guy was ready to turn and pull up and escape. But the movement is still too slow! The machine-gun bullets from the ground have arrived!

"Ping Pong!"

Although he didn't hear it with his own ears, Gao Quan could also imagine the sound of this machine gun bullet hitting the cabin of the plane. The devil plane has already pulled up, and the slightly raised nose of the plane has avoided the bad luck of being hit head-on, and the devil pilot can't care about his head, and the black line composed of machine gun bullets hit the middle and rear of the devil plane at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving a black hole in the fuselage.

Although the real-life handjob is different from the handjob in the game, the trajectory of the bullet is still very similar. The biggest difference from the game is the recoil of the machine gun and the muzzle jump, which are almost negligible in terms of sophisticated shooting skills. Using machine gun bullets to draw an arc in the sky to catch enemy planes diving downward, as long as the altitude is within reach, there is almost no difficulty for Gao Quan.

Gao Quan changed a magazine, continued to pull the trigger, and another string of bullets flew into the sky. The nose of the devil plane slumped down again, the strange screams became more harsh, and a puff of fire and smoke suddenly appeared from the fuselage. Since the devil wanted to escape just now and pulled the nose of the plane in the wrong direction, Gao Quan didn't have to worry that the plane would hit him when it fell. After firing the second magazine in one go, Gao Quan loaded the third magazine in a chic manner.

The devil plane on the right saw the machine gun bullets flying towards his companion at the same time, so he raised the nose of the plane, this guy saw the plane early, and when Gao Quan changed the third magazine, the devil plane on the right had already flown out of range. In order to comfort the devil who lived at gunpoint, Gao Quan still generously shot out a small half-shuttle bullet, and watched the bullet fly to the highest point and began to fall downward, still not enough for the devil plane, Gao Quan regretfully shifted his eyes to the devil plane that was shot.

If you want to say that the quality of the things made by the little devil is good, the plane has been beaten like this, and it still hasn't fallen, and it is flying in the sky staggeringly, dragging black smoke behind its buttocks, and it looks like it can fly.

Gao Quan regretted it a little, he knew that he would chase this guy just now and hit it again, and directly give it an air explosion, how spectacular is that? There is no need to worry about its fate like now. The injured devil plane seemed to know that Gao Quan was worried about it, so he shook his wings a few times to express his gratitude, and the wings suddenly caught up with a burst of fire, and the devil plane finally couldn't bear it. A black dot flashed, and it turned out to be a devil pilot who had parachuted! The devil gave up his plane! Just a few seconds after the devil pilot parachuted, a fire flashed, and then there was a thunderous sound, and the plane that had lost control finally exploded in the air to live up to expectations!

Cheers resounded throughout the position, the fighters did the same, and the cheers of light machine guns rang out everywhere in the position. Two planes were lost in a row, all the devil planes in the sky were raised, and none of them dared to fly at low altitudes anymore, and as for the fighters, they no longer dived and strafed, and on the periphery of the bomber formation, they honestly carried out their guard duties. Gao Quan's two shuttles and half a bullet made the arrogant devil pilots understand the importance of strictly abiding by organizational discipline.

Devil planes no longer dive bomb dropping and dive strafing, just bombers drop bombs at high altitudes, and in terms of technology in this era, the accuracy is really not high. The pressure on Luo Wenyu's defenders' positions was immediately reduced.

Luo Wenyu's defenders were just happy, and the devils who were good at sweeping people were charging again! The soldiers who were aroused by Gao Quan's fighting were agitated and courageous, and they repelled the devil's charge again and again.

Behind the devil's charging line, he suddenly remembered the dense machine gun sound, Gao Quan heard that the sound was wrong, and pulled Wang Dazhu to hide behind the battlements of the city wall. The two forward positions outside the city gate cave were immediately hit by key blows, and the soldiers in the positions suffered heavy casualties, and the soldiers on the city gate cave and the city wall were also pressed by the dense machine gun bullets of the devils and could not lift their heads.

Gao Quan peeked outside, and the dense devils rushed up again!

"The devil is coming!" Gao Quan roared, raised the machine gun, and slammed the fire at the group of devils. The soldiers who heard Gao Quan's shout also fired their weapons in their hands. The firepower of the devil's machine gun is indeed too strong, and the fighters of the temporary second division are constantly falling, and new fighters are coming up.

The devils who charged were also not afraid of death, and there were constantly devils falling on the way to the charge, and a large group of devils were still rushing up in an attack formation. This time, the number of devils who threw themselves into the charge was at least a thousand, and there was machine gun cover behind to suppress the fire of the defenders. Although the soldiers of the 29th Army dared to fight with the devils, after all, their firepower was not as strong as the devils, and the devils' charging formation was getting closer and closer to the city gate!

The forward position has been completely destroyed by the machine guns and shells of the devils, and the positions on the high ground on both sides have also been taken care of by the devil artillery, and now they cannot provide much support to the city gate.

Liu Ruming's roar sounded in the city gate cave again: "Go to the big knife!" "Master Liu is going to fight hand-to-hand with the devil again!

"Kill the devil!" With Liu Ruming's loud roar, hundreds of soldiers rushed out of the city gate cave with big swords in their hands. The devil's vanguard is already less than two hundred meters away from the city gate!

Gao Quan's machine gun had already finished the sixth shuttle bullet. Gao Quan's marksmanship is good, but he doesn't pay much attention to saving bullets, and the five machine gunners in the battalion, he uses the fastest and most bullets, and of course he kills the most devils. By the time Gao Quan's seventh magazine was fired, the light machine gun was on the verge of a strike. The muzzle of the gun has changed color, and if you continue to fight, you don't know when it will jam.