Two fighters who had completed the strafing flew overhead of the four rows of warehouses at a fairly low altitude.

To everyone's surprise, they didn't climb as quickly as everyone had hoped.

Instead, they make a loud engine sound and turn to the sides with a loud whistle.

It's like everyone didn't expect them to come from the south. At this moment, they only need a small turn to re-attack the airspace of the Public Concession.

At least this could dodge the blows of anti-aircraft guns.

After all, the Sixing Warehouse was surrounded by Japanese troops, and if the people of the Sixing Warehouse exchanged fire with the Public Concession in order to defeat them, then it was certain that the people in the Sixing Warehouse would have nowhere to escape.

However, before they could turn the corner, the fire from the rooftops of the 4,000 warehouses had already covered their faces.

Several light guns held in their arms spewed long muzzle flames, and red ballistics swept over the sides of the fighters.

Rockets dragging feathered flames chase their sturdy figures, certainly not like the anti-aircraft missiles of later generations.

And how can a bazooka soldier who has never fought an airplane know what to expect in advance.

One rocket after another dragged the tail flames past the front and back of the plane, exploding into red balls of fire in the air. As those one-kilogram warheads exploded, the fighter plane was pushed and swayed in the air waves, as if it was about to fall from the sky in the next moment.

Hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Swinging its wings, the Japanese fighter broke free from the air explosion points formed by the explosion, and like a free eagle, unfettered by the earth, it began to climb towards the sky.

"Woo Woo ......"

As the fighters climbed, the snipers finally opened fire.

Unfortunately, despite the good marksmanship, snipers are still helpless against fast-moving equipment such as fighters.

However, there were exceptions, and Zhang Sixing, who insisted on the roof of the building with all the snipers and bazooka players, fired a silent shot.

In the eyes of everyone's hope, a fighter plane seemed to shake for a moment, and when it flew, it seemed that a puff of imperceptible green smoke came out of the nose.

But the danger remained, the two Japanese planes climbed, and the fighters that could continue to fly from the south at a low altitude continued to press towards the Sixing warehouse.

Quickly shaking the bolt and retracting the bullet, Zhang Sixing, who had re-aimed, discovered a great danger.

Bomb......

The fighters that flew after were hung small bombs under the wings, five kilograms, ten kilograms......

But it doesn't matter if the bombs are five kilograms or ten kilograms, if the four warehouses are hit continuously, they can't stand it, okay?

"Bomb...... Machine guns, rifles knocked them down...... Bazooka to the north ......"

Looking at the fighters that were getting closer and closer, Zhang Sixing shouted loudly while pulling the bolt after firing.

"Sudden Sudden Sudden ......"

Several soldiers rushed from the Sixing warehouse to the top floor with light machine guns, and as soon as they reached the roof, they began to spray bullets at the incoming warplanes. The crimson trajectory swept left and right of the plane, but disappointingly, none of them hit.

But the bazooka soldiers, who had already reloaded, did not dare to open fire, and took the order of Zhang Sixing to aim their backs.

What can be done, the rocket-bomb is really going to land in the public concession and explode, but it is my own compatriots who blow up.

The sound of the fighters was getting closer, and the faint fire of the machine guns and rifles could not stop them from getting closer and closer.

The approaching plane spewed out a long tongue of fire from the nose.

On the ground of the bullets on the roof of the four rows of warehouses, bursts of mud rose. Like the claws of some monster, it flew over the rooftop. Therefore, the people who are touched by this "claw" are not enough flesh and blood.

"Why don't they hide downstairs......"

There was a puzzled question from the news airship, but at this time, all the cameras and cameras were nervously capturing, but no one answered his question.

Only one reporter worried,

"I'm a little worried that if I keep the airstrikes, I'm afraid this place will fall soon. When I was covering the Spanish Civil War, there was no building that could survive the bombing......"

The first group of planes swept over the rooftops of the four rows of warehouses...... Two terrible devices fell off the wing.

"Bomb...... It's a bomb...... My God. ”

In the exclamation of the reporters of the news airship, two streamlined bombs fell quickly. At the same time, he watched the two bombs pass over the buildings of the four rows of warehouses.

In the open field in front of the building, a heavy explosion sounded.

All kinds of debris exploded, and they rose high together. The black smoke slammed up from the ground like two fountains that suddenly appeared. Like monsters trapped in the ground, they suddenly poked out their terrifying figures.

As the planes that dropped the bombs of the previous group climbed, the rocket-bombs chased their figures, behind the route

The latter group of two planes approached, and the two fighters also had bombs on them. Apparently this was a fighter crew covering the crews of two fighter-bombers, and the explosion just now was at least fifteen kilograms.

Dealing with a strong stronghold like the Sixing Warehouse, a proper big killing weapon. Don't do more, bomb back and forth a few times, and this stronghold will not be a man.

"It can't be like this, it can't be bombed like this again......"

"All the firepower, follow Lao Tzu to fight the one on the left...... Preparation...... Beat. ”

The reason why I say all the firepower, because just after the bazooka was launched, then the trigger rocket-bomb would not have fallen in the public concession.

With Zhang Sixing's shout, all the light firepower on the top of the Sixing warehouse fired into the air in unison according to his command.

This time, more light machine guns reached the roof of the building, thanks to the 87th Division and Xie Jinyuan. Because those who remained were going to continue fighting, they simply left all the machine guns behind.

This time the firepower was significantly more dense than just now.

Finally, the dive-forward enemy plane emitted black smoke, and then the fighter began to deviate significantly.

But Zhang Sixing clearly saw that the firepower on the roof of the building was still chasing the plane that was emitting black smoke, and no one thought of hitting the other one.

Quickly pull the bolt and snap it,

"Another fight, fight another fight......"

With his shouts, all fire turned to another fighter-bomber.

In fact, there were no special fighter-bombers in this era, and the fighters basically hung less ammunition and hung a few bombs. And more of a dive bomber, like the Stuka.

The last bomber did not try to drop the bomb, but quickly turned around and pulled up and flew in other directions.

The soldiers on the roof cheered, but the fighter plane that had been hit with black smoke was obviously dead, and it dragged the black smoke and slanted its head to the west of the four rows of warehouses.

But Zhang Sixing, who knew that an air raid could not end so easily, turned his head, stared at the fighter plane that was turning around to adjust its altitude and direction, and thought silently,

"We have to find a way to make some trouble for those guys, and we can't let them be too unscrupulous, otherwise with the weak anti-aircraft firepower of the Sixing Warehouse, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold it......"