The fat man, like all the soldiers, hid in the pit and suffered the baptism of all kinds of shells, so that every explosion and roar shook their eardrums, and they overturned the ancestors of the little devils in their hearts, and in reality, they could only be bombarded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even if they were equipped with American weapons, they were only a team of 2,000 people, at most a private soldier, how could they compete with a country.

What's more, this country is still a powerful country that can invade most of Southeast Asia during this period!

Without heavy equipment, without land resources, how can an industrial, agricultural economy compete with the entire army of a country?

There is no comparison between the two at all, what he and the flying army have to do is to try their best to get the little devils who can get it, but they can't find helpers, no matter how bad they are, this thing will run away with the team in order to survive.

Therefore, the path taken by the flying army must be different from that of any other army, and at the same time, it must fight against Japan independently and independently, and at the same time, it must take advantage of all conditions conducive to its own development.

For example, at this moment, the fat man's "bait plan" offered a letter of nomination, in order not to attract black guns after the team enters the national control area.

The shelling lasted for an hour, and he could clearly feel that two shells had been fired at the top of the tunnel at the same time, but fortunately, although a lot of soil had fallen and covered his face, the tunnel did not collapse, presumably because of two 70-caliber shells from the 92 Infantry Gun.

When the little devil stopped bombarding, the buzz of the little devil's plane came from the sky again, and the soldiers who were reborn after the disaster thought that the little devil's bomber was coming again, and they didn't dare to get out of the tunnel easily.

The fat man stood at the mouth of the pit and looked at the sky, there was only a little devil plane, and his heart suddenly changed.

This little devil's plane must be on a reconnaissance mission, so he raised his binoculars to take a closer look at the little devil's plane, which was different from the previous bomber model, and did not have the ability to attach aerial bombs, but a two-person reconnaissance plane or a fighter.

Then it can be concluded that the little devil is coming to conduct high-altitude reconnaissance.

"Machine gun!" The fat man didn't look back, and called out to the squad waiting for his order in the tunnel.

"Uncle, give!" The Czech machine gunner was still stunned, and the squad leader had already snatched his Czech style, and came directly behind the fat man with a hug and handed the Czech style over.

The fat man took the Czech style and said to the attentive squad leader with an expressionless face: "Come, stand firm at the entrance of the cave!" ”

The team leader didn't know why he did this, but he still faithfully carried out his orders, standing at the mouth of the pit with a confused face.

The fat man quickly put the Czech style on the squad leader's shoulder, and asked the squad leader to grasp the Czech tripod with both hands in the opposite direction, and covered his ears with his arms, this time the squad leader understood what he was going to do.

Our uncle is going to jerk off?!

"Bullets!" The fat man held the gun in both hands, put the butt on his shoulder, adjusted the position, and then put the butt on his cheek, so that the Czech crosshair was aimed at the little devil plane in the air, the trigger was pulled with the index finger of one hand, and the bolt was pulled with the other hand, and he shouted without looking back.

The co-machine gunner hurriedly rushed over with the loaded magazine backpack, and the fat man pulled the trigger's index finger hard, and the Czech began to work.

"Dada...... Da Da ...... "The fat man began to shoot the little devil plane.

Sweeping with a machine gun?

It's simply impossible, not to mention how much recoil the Czech continuous fire is, and the air-cooled and heat-dissipating barrel can't withstand the rise in temperature in continuous bursts.

The squad leader tensed all over his body, holding the Czech-style tripod to reduce the czech-style shooting shake as much as possible, and the fat man was shooting at a point, maintaining a high muzzle stability.

But jerk off, you know!

A machine gun, I'm afraid it won't even be able to touch the hair of an airplane.

When he was in Hukou Mountain, the fat man arranged dozens of M2, Makqin and pheasant necks in Hukou Mountain, and also cleverly arranged the design to get a little devil's plane, which took a lot of effort.

Now with a Czech, of course, he knows that it will not help, at most he will use it to vent his anger, and he does not expect to shoot down the plane of the little devil at all.

But things are so wonderful, as soon as the Czech-style sound in the fat man's hand, and before a magazine can break through, the reconnaissance plane of the little devil in the air will directly smoke and fall down, and then fall on the slope of the blind man's ridge, with a loud bang, a ball of fire will burst out, and then the smoke of gunpowder will roll up to the sky.

"I'll you!" The fat man was directly dumbfounded, exclaimed in a daze, and his brain was blank, is this the legendary **** luck?

"Uncle, I admire you so much!" The squad leader almost knelt down for him on the spot to show his adoration.

"Uncle jerks off really well!" The co-heavy next to him was holding the cartridge bag, looking at the fat man's eyes full of little stars.

"Uncle is really Zhao Zilong alive, the gun is not empty, when will I be able to practice!"

"Uncle's hand plane hits, tsk, I'm so envious!"

The fighters of the squad hiding from the shelling and bombing in the "......" tunnel leaned over one after another, full of admiration for the plane where the fat man shot down the little devil.

"......" The fat man listened to what the soldiers said, the taste was not quite right, he returned the Czech machine gun to the squad leader, and said with a serious face: "The little devil's plane was killed by the fat man, and the little devil's revenge will come soon, prepare for anti-artillery!" ”

When the soldiers heard that the little devil was going to fight again, they wailed one after another, and they were so aggrieved that they hid in the tunnel when they had nothing to do, and forced the little devil's artillery and bombardment like a mouse.

"Slippery, all ready!" In order to make a good impression in front of the fat man, the squad leader returned the Czech model to the machine gunner and urged the soldiers to take their places.

The fat man went directly out of the tunnel, which shocked the team leader and the soldiers, didn't he say anti-artillery, why did my uncle still have to go out, not afraid of being bombed?

Of course, the fat man is afraid of bombardment, and he is very artillery, otherwise he would not have temporarily made a pit to defend against artillery.

He was worried about the bombing and the shelling of the little devils just now, and the casualties of the flying army.

He always had a gut feeling that this one would suffer even more casualties!

Of course, with his excellent hearing, whether it is a little devil bomber or a little devil shelling, he can't escape his ears, and when he hears the movement, he naturally rushes into a nearby tunnel, with his speed and reaction, it is also a simple thing, so he is not worried about being bombarded at all.

It's just that the fat man came to the outside of the pit and was stunned!

At a glance, the trenches and lightning protection ditches were damaged, and the tunnels, within the eye of the eye, the traces of bomb craters and explosions, and the tragic collapse of the tunnels, shocked him!

"Jiang Yi, Uncle Biao, Master, Jia Siye, Li Liuye, and the big boss, immediately count the casualties of each team!" The fat man roared at the top of his throat, this time the casualties must be not small...... (To be continued.) )