Suddenly, Dai Yu vaguely heard something.

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Although his mind hadn't reacted yet, his body had already begun to tremble involuntarily.

The thing that scared him approached very quickly, as if it was about to appear in front of him in the next second, and he surrounded him vigilantly!

Finally! He remembered! September 21, 1937 was his most feared day, when he had not yet joined the Eighth Route Army.

In the distance, a biplane with white wings and red plaster flags on the main body made him wake up instantly.

Dai Yu immediately shouted at the soldiers of the spy company behind him: "Enemy plane! Hide! Enemy planes! Hide! ”

Fortunately, the old fighter did not detect them, and the speed of 400 kilometers per hour made it miss the comrades hidden in the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.

As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the urging voice sounded again. And desperately, this time there is one more.

Although the Type 95 fighter was not equipped with a radio, the two incoming planes cooperated very well, as if there was real-time communication.

They flew in an attack formation on the left and on the right, towards the hidden place of the special service company, and at a certain distance they lowered their altitude and began to strafe.

Flames rose from the nose of two old fighter jets, where two 7.7 mm caliber Type 89 machine guns were carried.

Bullets slammed into the ground, sending up a barrage of rubble.

Several warriors who couldn't dodge were hit, and a bloody hole bloomed in their bodies, and they fell straight down.

And the pilots of these two planes are obviously experienced old devils, and they retreated in a very timely manner.

Even if you know that the enemy below most likely does not have professional anti-aircraft weapons, you can still pull up the nose in time to avoid accidents.

As it turned out, their operation was somewhat useful.

After seeing their comrades being strafed by enemy planes, the people of the special service company subconsciously raised their weapons in their hands.

The crooked light machine gun and the Mosin Nagant can pose a slight threat to fighters at this distance, but the crooked handle without a special air defense tripod and the Mosin Nagant, which is limited by the rate of fire, can play a very limited role.

The 38 big cover may be able to try your luck, but the submachine gun doesn't have to think about it.

This is not Pearl Harbor in the movies, and the soldiers are not American GIs.

There will be no Thomson ripples and scurry, the range of this gun is far behind, not to mention that it is still Jin.

The counterattack of the crowd was fruitless, and the Type 95 fighter with excellent climbing performance got rid of the threat in an instant.

Amid the sound of the spy company's various firearms firing and cheering, the two fighters of the devil flew away, and the ointment flags on the wings seemed to be silently mocking the enemy's ridiculous resistance.

The two fighters then made a maneuver similar to a double-ring fight, switching directions and attacking separately from both sides.

It is ultra-low-altitude, and it is in the mountains and forests, and there are many obstacles around.

The turning radius and angular speed of these two antiques were not very good, and the rotation time required at least sixteen seconds, and it took a lot of time to find the right angle of attack.

By the time the two little devils were ready to shoot again, the soldiers of the special service company had already entered the mountains and forests and disappeared.

The devil who only strafed once obviously didn't find it enjoyable, and although the on-board weapons of the Type 95 fighter were only small water pipes in air combat, they had a full 900 rounds of ammunition in reserve.

It was not easy to discover this Eighth Route Army, and when I thought that these people had tossed the locust army for more than a day, the devil fighter pilots were angry.

They maneuvered the plane for a long time at low altitude, strafing every corner where the enemy might be hiding.

After using up the bullets in his stockpile, he flicked his wings and left the forest.

After the devil's fighter left, Dai Yu and Li Yunlong ran out of the mountains and forests with several people.

Several people picked up the soldiers who had been shot and fell to the ground on their backs, and quickly ran into a place where they could hide.

Compared with the special service company that eats well on weekdays and is well-trained, the soldiers who temporarily join the team are in a worse state.

What's more, they have been imprisoned by the devil for so long, and although there are no injuries, they are not in their heyday.

In this unexpected wave of attacks, seven fighters were wounded, including only two fighters from the former special service company.

If it weren't for the cover of the doctor, they could even get out of the way.

Fortunately, this 7.7 mm water pipe could not take the lives of the fighters with a single shot, except for one who died on the spot when he was hit in a fatal part, the remaining six survived.

The doctors, who had been ready for a long time, immediately came to the wounded with various tools and medicines.

They quickly and comprehensively examined the injuries of the six people, and although they were not dead or dead, the doctors with outstanding professional skills temporarily stabilized the injuries of the wounded.

If you can rush to the place where the operation can be performed in time, there is a high probability that the lives of these six people can be saved.

Looking at his comrades-in-arms lying on the ground wailing, Dai Yu seemed to have returned to three years ago, and that sense of powerlessness returned.

Li Yunlong, who was on the side, patted the little brother on the shoulder, and the careful old Li had already found that something was wrong with Dai Yu, and he lacked the sharpness of the past.

He had a crush on this bloody and skilled scout.

After a few days of getting along, Senior Staff Officer Li was already thinking about how to dig Zheng Yingqi and dig into the corner of the division commander.

Such a tiger general, even if he can't be taken away, can't let him be decadent.

"Xiao Dai, comrades are all good, and dying on the battlefield is our destination."

"The planes of the devils are terrible, but sooner or later we will have a way to deal with enemy planes. I have a fellow who has great skills, and he will definitely make us stronger. ”

"Now is not the time to be depressed, cheer up! Let's go home! ”

Although Staff Officer Li's ability to cook chicken soup is not very good, the word home makes Dai Yu suddenly remember why he joined the army and why he switched to the Eighth Route Army.

He nodded at Li Yunlong to express his gratitude, and then immediately went to carry out the reconnaissance and pathfinding tasks he was responsible for these days.

Zheng Yingqi looked at the crowd, and some of the fighters already had anxiety and worry on their faces, as well as exhaustion.

He knew that if he didn't do something, this mission would be dangerous.

The burly man took a few deep breaths, then exhaled heavily.

After relieving the fatigue of his body a little, he looked around and said in a calm tone:

"Comrades, we are about to win. The devil moved so much that he even dispatched a plane. The news about us must have reached headquarters. ”

"The chief will not give up on us, as long as it can be confirmed that we have not been eliminated, the headquarters will definitely send troops to meet us."

"Don't doubt the intelligence network and staff of our Eighth Route Army."

Hearing this, everyone's faces suddenly improved a lot.

But at this moment, a somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded behind Zheng Yingqi.

"Commander of the Eighth Route Army, we discussed it with our brothers, let's separate here."