The North American Mustang who has been the sky overlord of the Liaodong Peninsula for more than a month OV_10D never thought that he would have such a day in this time and space, the alarm was still sounding, Hao Dajian and Li Sifeng wanted to find the radar that locked them through the waist-low cockpit glass, although such hope was very slim. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was clear that they had been locked by the fire control radar that had just teleported over. Whether it is the radar of self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery or the radar of anti-aircraft missiles, as long as they are locked, they will not be able to run away with the maneuverability of the North American Mustang.

In order to keep the only fixed-wing aircraft in the Green Paint District base, Hao Dajian and Li Sifeng plan to challenge Lady Luck to let them lift their skirts. Suppose, if the radar of the large anti-aircraft missile locks onto them, and they are about to enter the missile's shortest range, maybe they have a slight chance of escaping.

After all, the area actually controlled by the traversers was so small, they still had this opportunity. But today Lady Luck seems to be wearing safety pants, and even if the pair of good friends try hard, they still don't find this good news.

“Mayday! Maday! Maday!” Hao Dajian shouted loudly, not only to inform the command center of the measures they were about to take, but also to remind his good friends behind him.

Skydive decisively! Hao Dajian is definitely a highly talented pilot, and not long after he pulled the plane up and pressed the ejection chair, an anti-aircraft missile with a long tail flame arrived as scheduled. With a loud bang, the North American Mustang was torn to pieces in the air.

Li Sifeng is very grateful to his partner for his judgment, if they abandon the plane later, this missile with sufficient charge will tear them apart, even if they press the launch button of the ejection chair, they will not escape the impact of those fragments.

Shortly after receiving Hao Dajian's distress message, the command center detected the signal from the radio survival transmitter in the pilot's seat.

Their North American Mustang OV-10D was shot down, in the sky of the Liaodong Peninsula during the First Sino-Japanese period, an anti-aircraft missile was shot down.

The search and rescue team that had been sent to search for the remaining twelve men witnessed the tragic scene of the North American wild horses being hit and mutilated in the air. Although I saw that the two pilots were ejected, this anti-aircraft missile, which should be the Russian-made Sam series, had a sufficient charge and a large number of fragments, and the two pilots could be said to be uncertain about their life and death.

The worst thing is that the plane was hit near Pulandian on Fuzhou Avenue, and there are many hidden secrets on the pilot's body and the wreckage of the plane scattered all over the place.

"Inform the troops on the front line of the Anzi River that there is no need to build fortifications, and directly capture the Japanese positions in Pulandian, and ensure that there are no living Japanese in the vicinity of the crash site." Zhao Yi said to Lu Xiangyang through the radio.

Lu Xiangyang conveyed Zhao Yi's order to the troops who were rushing to repair the fortifications on the abandoned position of the Japanese army in Anzihe.

Xiao Ziyuan, who was still planning to talk to his superiors about not being able to compromise with the Japanese, received an order to ask his group to immediately deploy 240mm mortars and prepare for shelling the Japanese positions, and the troops had already sent artillery fire observation groups to the Japanese front.

And Zhao Zeshi clearly understood that he didn't need to modify the storyline anymore, and the North American Mustang that was directly disintegrated in the air was 100% going to be counted on the head of the Japanese army. They can't shake off this pot if they want to, I don't care if you have air defense weapons or not, it's your pot that is shot down on the head of your defense zone. In another time and space, your children and grandchildren are also so shameless, don't blame us for being ruthless, we are just copycats. But what about the two million deal that was just negotiated with Lord Nakado?

The Type 2S4 self-propelled mortar has two built-in drum-shaped bays, each of which contains twenty shells. Although it is a breech load, it can also achieve a rate of fire of three rounds a minute. Well, it sounds much slower than the rate of fire of those self-propelled howitzers, but considering that the 2S4 weighs 160 kg in one ordinary high-explosive grenade, this rate of fire is also acceptable.

Soon after the first test firing, Xiao Ziyuan fired three more high-explosive grenades according to the corrected data provided by front-line observers, all of which hit the bunkers and sentry posts on the Japanese positions. He didn't have any ballistic computers to use, and he did all this by knowing all kinds of data about this gun and his powerful mental arithmetic ability. Seeing that the soldiers around him were dumbfounded, they all thought that he was going to move out of the 2S4 fire control computer somewhere, but after Xiao Ziyuan received the correction data from the front, he hesitated for a moment and gave instructions to the gunner who operated it. What's even more amazing is that the observer in front of him sent back the message: all the targets have been hit.

The Japanese soldiers on this line had experience with mortar attacks, and when they heard this howling, they immediately took refuge in bunkers and foxholes.

Those soldiers who hid in foxholes were undoubtedly lucky, as the shock wave of the explosion spread along the ground and in all directions, and they could escape by hiding in the foxholes below the surface. And those Japanese soldiers who thought they would be safe by hiding in thickened bunkers were out of luck.

There's a reason why big tulips are called demolition weapons, and those dozen or so storey modern buildings have been completely destroyed, and a small bunker made of sandbags is really a piece of cake for it.

After a burst of shelling, the attacking troops went up to occupy their positions. There were only a few soldiers left except the dead who had been shaken by the shock wave that had broken the balance system in their inner ears, shaking like drunks.

When Genji Shanchi, who was in Fuzhou City, received the news that his subordinates' plane of the First Volunteer Brigade had been shot down near Pulandian, he did not have the elated mood of his subordinates. Before leaving, Koeman informed him that the First Volunteer Brigade would transport supplies by plane, not by sea.

There are pilots on the plane, and the meaning of the plane flying over their heads all day is obvious, is there anything else to do but spy on their movements? Motoharu Yamachi also wished he had the weapons to shoot down the plane and keep the pesky fly away from his defense zone. But if you think about it, even if you have a weapon that can shoot down a plane, do you really dare to shoot it down?

The answer is no, the last time I took the risk to snatch a pistol from them, the result was that almost all the deminer sappers were killed, not to mention that there were not enough sanitary workers. Now that their plane has been shot down over their own defense zone, what if the 1st Volunteer Brigade blames us?

Before Genji Yamagi summoned his staff officers, raised his concerns, and asked everyone to come up with a countermeasure, he received the news that the Japanese army's position on the front line of Pulandian was attacked by the large-caliber heavy artillery of the First Volunteer Brigade and suffered heavy losses.

The news of the downing of the plane of the First Volunteer Brigade has not yet been heated, and you have captured my position, which is too obvious, and the First Volunteer Brigade is really too much, and you are not willing to wait even a minute.

Now the question arises, are they planning to capture Fuzhou City and enter the landing site at Huayuankou? Could it be that they have replenished a large number of troops and supplies by plane these days? Motoji Yamachi couldn't help but panic. (To be continued.) )