The gas lamps raised in the sky make the whole city evenly painted with a layer of silver.

The people, who were awakened by the sound of the explosion, came out of their houses and looked up at the Japanese bombers struggling in the dock area.

"These thieves and eagles also come at night, and they don't let people sleep."

"Hehe, this time the eagles are deflated, look at those bullets in the sky, the gunfire tonight is really dense."

It is no wonder that the common people felt a bad breath, as the second largest city with a population of 2 million people, it has always been a strategic target of the Japanese military department.

Since the end of the Battle of Jinling, as long as the weather is clear, Japan has often frequented it.

It's a pity that the government's aviation rescue fund doesn't know how to use it, and the people who donated money just want to ask where the money we donated went. How did the war begin, but our Air Force was gone.

In fact, it may not be that the government has done nothing with the money, but it is a pity that the dirty things at the top of the government are endless. So much so that the government has no credibility in the hearts of the people at the moment.

"This is really unusual, the bosses and soldiers can be regarded as getting down to business."

Not only did the people feel relieved by the bombers struggling in the rain of bullets, but they also felt relieved when they saw the people who were firing at the air.

The infantry of the gendarmerie was formed in a platoon and surrounded the people of the paratrooper school.

"Twice the amount in advance, aim for ...... Put ......"

With the command of the paratrooper school, the soldiers of the gendarmerie mechanically obeyed.

Let them calculate the advance of course they will not, although the people of the paratrooper school will not either, but they will calculate the approximate distance and speed according to the width of the scale occupied by the enemy aircraft, and from this estimate the approximate advance of the shot.

Such calculations were inaccurate, but they could not withstand the attacks of dozens of groups of machine guns and rifles, and the Japanese bombers were still falling frequently.

The only question is, will they give up their bombing targets when they are faced with a trap?

The answer was no, and despite the occasional "boom" sound of bullets hitting the bombers themselves, the resilient Japanese pilots did not give up on their bombing targets, as everyone had hoped.

"Let's go......"

"Stupid, don't you run away from the trap?"

In the wired connection of the engine room, the shouts of the machine gunners were heard.

However, the pilot maintained his heading speed and did not leave in the chaos of functional communication and the shouting of the radio channel.

Because the bombardier's body is still lying on the bomb sight, catching the bombing target.

The logic of this matter is simple, it is a shame for the pilot not to complete the task. So now drop the bomb according to the position of that flare.

Even if they didn't hit the target, it was the ground reconnaissance spies who indiscriminately indicated the target, and what did they have to do with the flight team that had worked so hard to bring the bomb and dropped it correctly.

"Woohoo"

The sound of a series of bullets hitting the fighter plane was heard, and then a series of fist-sized holes were opened in the fighter. Silver light shot in from the hole above, lighting up pillars of silver light.

The screams of the defense machine gunners were heard in the wired communications,

"Iwata was hit ......"

The nervous captain yelled through the in-flight communication system and asked,

"How's the injury?"

However, at this time, there was a dead silence in the wired communication. Even the hysterical screams that were attacked were gone. The captain and co-pilot, who were struggling to control the plane, glanced at each other, and shouted into the communicator of Zhou Gong in a dream,

"Talk back, talk back, how is Iwata-kun?"

"Dead, Iwata is dead......"

There was a faint sound of crying in the cable communication in the plane, and the man pleaded with a long voice,

"Let's go, this must be a trap, please......"

Neither the co-pilot nor the bombardier answered this, they just tried desperately to control themselves, and on the verge of collapse they did not explode due to pressure.

The atmosphere in the cabin was oppressive and dreary, and the sound of bullets hitting the fighters became more and more loud. The accuracy of the ground fire was improving, and more and more machine-gun bullets were streaked around the cockpit with tracer eggs.

It's here, it's supposed to be there, why don't you drop bombs yet. It wouldn't be that the bombardier was dead, and he would never speak.

The co-pilot twisted to look at his captain from time to time, and at this moment the specially kept beard on his chin was trembling slightly.

Is the captain also afraid, is he also nervous because of these ammunition for anti-aircraft shooting?

Just as the co-pilot was observing his commander to distract himself from his composure, the pitcher's voice finally came from the wired communication in the plane.

"Bomb ......"

"Clatter, click"

When the bombs were dropped, there was a sound of machinery relaxing, and bombshells fell one after another.

Queues of bombs are lined up when they fall, giving the impression of bunches of grapes under a grapevine. The plump and juicy body falls in the deserted garden, blooming its sweet, unappreciated beauty.

"Boom ......"

Despite the distance of several hundred meters, the shock wave created by the exploding bomb still caused the fighter plane to jolt up and down. Fortunately, the seat belt holds the person firmly in the chair so that he is not removed from the seat.

"No, no, quickly order the follow-up fighters to stop dropping bombs...... Damn, it's too late. ”

It turned out that the bomb that passed through the layer of white smoke on the ground was not a piece of building or a large amount of smoke and dust.

Splashes, bombshells make high splashes.

It was really said by the machine gunners just now, they were fooled, and the bombs dropped fell into the Yangtze River.

Was it because the spies were captured by the Shina and deliberately directed to the wrong target, or was the bombing inaccurate enough to cause the bomb to deviate?

This is not really important, after all, the bomb in the bomb bay has been dropped, and now it is time to go back and wait for the reconnaissance plane reconnaissance or special agent to report tomorrow.

Those poor agents, if they lived, would have handed in a report.

The helpless bombers began to turn around, and at this moment there were less than twenty Japanese bombers left to bomb, and the rest of the fighters had been shot down by the dense rifle fire on the ground.

The main and co-pilots concentrated on maneuvering the fighter plane to transform and climb, and they had to dodge the attack of ground fire as soon as possible. As long as you climb to more than a thousand meters, you can dodge most small arms fire.

Those bullets are so dense.

"Bastard...... Look at the bomb you dropped, it just blew up the big river, and I saw that the people of China on the river had already begun to salvage. ”

Hearing the surviving machine gunners rush to find the bombardier freedom, the hearts of the co-pilot welled up with grievances and sadness. They followed orders strictly, but the cunning Shina covered their targets with smoke.

They even laid an ambush with a large number of machine guns and riflemen......

Just as the co-pilot looked at each other with deep sympathy, suddenly there was a burst of "babble, boom, boom", and the sound of bullets hitting the fighter plane sounded. Unlike the previous ones, this time the fighter jolted, and then the power of the engines began to decrease.

"It's over, the engine is on ......"

Hearing the co-pilot's voice from the in-flight communication, the captain turned his head to see that the engine was already burning with flames that could not stop flying backwards.

Finished.

Despite the sigh in his heart, the captain still shouted dutifully,

"Abandon the machine, quickly abandon the machine......"