"Come on!"

In Li Yunlong's roar, the 7.7 mm bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun swept towards the Type 97 fighter that was in a dive posture without interruption.

For Grand Master Li, this is destined to be a contest between you and me, and there is no way back at all.

If he had known that the pilot of this enemy plane had blocked the spy company a few months earlier, he would have been even more fanatical.

With this sudden attack on the other side, Akiyama Haruta quickly made adjustments. He pulled the joystick to cause the fighter to leave the preset trajectory of Li Yunlong.

I have to say that at this point in time, the average strength of the pilots in Xiaori is very good.

Whether it is the army or navy aviation, their combat experience and flight time can definitely be called the best compared with the air forces of other countries.

After all, domestic resources are scarce in small days, and high-tech things such as airplanes can only follow a few elites, and the top echelons of the military pursue quality over quantity.

Trying to cultivate a group of soldiers who can win more with less through hellish training. This kind of foolish dream can only be attributed to the poor foundation of the people's flight.

But if you can do it like an ugly country, you will fly a plane and spray pesticides with a red neck, and the book will not be available until the end of the war.

The screen cuts back to the battlefield.

For Haruta Akiyama, the act of attacking himself with infantry weapons from the ground can definitely be called a provocation.

In order to kill this kind of Eighth Route Army, which did not know whether to live or die, he immediately adjusted his course and rushed towards Li Yunlong, a distance of several hundred meters would not take much time for a monoplane fighter.

This devil manipulated the fighter plane to assume a posture of diving and licking the ground, and even began to test fire and trim the trajectory early, as if it was going to kill with one hit.

The two machine guns in the nose of the Type 97 fighter emitted flames, and tracer bullets swept at the heavy machine gun positions like two long whips, and the bullets splashed a large amount of dirt and sand along the way.

But this duel was ultimately lost by Haruta Akiyama, with several bullets hitting the fighter's engine head-on.

The originally menacing plane immediately burst into flames, and the fuselage began to tremble uncontrollably, falling in front of the left at a depression angle of thirty degrees.

Due to the weak protection of the devil's plane, some of the bullets also hit Akiyama Haruta directly.

At this time, this evil devil was covered in blood, and his whole person exuded an aura of despair, and his face showed an extremely remorseful expression. It's not repenting of what you've done wrong, it's just that you're too careless.

Before he died, he looked at the sachet hanging next to the dashboard and pictures of his family.

This was a gift from his wife on the day he left his homeland, and his only reliance in the war.

Just a second before death was coming, Akiyama Haruta saw the word "victory" tattooed on the sachet in a trance. It's just a simple word, as if it made this devil return to the day when he was loyal to the locust.

The last trace of humanity in his eyes, awakened by death, completely disappeared, and he tried to control the plane into the machine gun position in a daze.

"It's dark! Onboard! ”

Just when Li Yunlong thought that he might not have time to dodge, two sturdy figures rushed into this heavy machine gun position.

The two of them grabbed the arms of the recruit's ammunition hand, and before the other could react, they pulled the person and ran.

The other adjusted his posture directly in the process of sprinting, and after entering the position, he directly put his right shoulder on Li Yunlong's waist, and then took him away from the machine gun position like carrying a pork fan.

However, a few seconds later, the Type 97 fighter slammed into the ground, and the air wave from the explosion knocked the four to the ground.

Before Grand Master Li could breathe a sigh of relief, Wei Dayong grabbed one of his legs and ran towards the bunker not far away, because the group of fighters in the sky looked like they were about to attack them again.

For Asakawa Masasa, every fighter is a valuable asset, not to mention the loss of a good pilot.

When he saw his wingman being knocked down, his brain was buzzing and he almost lost his mind.

The devil's eyes were split, and he immediately picked up the communicator and roared and ordered the nearby crew to launch a retaliatory attack.

But Zhao Gang would not let him get his wish, after all, the new second regiment did not have only one commander.

When the commander of his regiment went to fight the fighters alone, this political commissar with both civil and military skills took over the command of the whole regiment.

As a result of his rational arrangements, the fire teams at the battalion and company levels quickly set up light and heavy machine guns on their original positions, and even veterans with outstanding marksmanship were commanded in a unified manner.

Seeing that the devil fighters were about to attack again, the comrades, led by the three battalion commanders, pulled the trigger on these enemy planes from multiple angles.

This barely dense network of anti-aircraft fire successfully served as a deterrent, driving away the fighters who were ready to dive and lick the ground.

After all, all the devils saw the tragedy of the team just now. Now that the Eighth Route Army is more cautious and organized, they will be more or less hesitant.

By the time these fighters came to their senses, Li Yunlong and the others had successfully reached a safe position.

Although the ammunition reserves have not yet been exhausted, the three regiments on Lion Brain Mountain have already prepared for it. At this time, it is a very irrational choice to lick the ground with an aviation machine gun.

Asakawa looked at the enemies on the ground with a grim face, as if he wanted to engrave their appearance in his heart.

"Everyone come with me and go back to Taiyuan to prepare!"

"Without bombs, it would be difficult for us to inflict any substantial damage on the enemy! Fall back! ”

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After making sure that all the planes of the devil had completely left, the soldiers came out of various bunkers and trenches and began to rescue their wounded comrades and strengthen the damaged positions.

Looking at the potholed mountain, many soldiers were a little afraid.

Although the 25 kg aerial bomb can only be regarded as a small character in the aerial bomb.

But the charge coefficient of these things is amazing, just like the 29th Independent Flying Team that attacked Lionbrain Mountain this time, they used the 12-year-old No. 2 aerial bomb to fully contain 8.935KG of explosives.

If this charge is put into the army, the corresponding power is definitely a large-caliber heavy gun of more than 120 mm.

Although Li Yunlong was rescued by his own guards, his posture was very undignified, which made him a little pretending to be a little unbearable.

"I said, monk, is your kid a cow? Why are you so real? ”

"I know you're kind, but can you tell me in advance? Just that posture, I don't know and think that you are a bandit who came down from the mountain to rob Mrs. Zhai. ”

"Look at Lao Tzu's back! The clothes that were only issued last month are now all torn! ”

In the face of his own regiment leader's accusation, Wei Dayong scratched his head a little embarrassed, and he explained to Li Yunlong:

"Hehe, I'm a monkey."

"Commander, the situation was too urgent at that time. I thought that even if I carried you, I would definitely be faster than you could run on your own. ”

"And it was the political commissar who asked me to carry you away, and I just acted according to orders. If you have something, you go to the political commissar, I am innocent. ”

Huzi on the side also echoed and kept nodding, although he knew that the two of them cared about him, but Li Yunlong could only blempty for the sake of his own face:

"Don't think that with our political commissar Zhao supporting you, Lao Tzu won't dare to clean you up!"

"I tell you! As soon as the guns rang out, the whole regiment had to listen to me! I'm the military commander! ”

At this moment, Zhao Gang, who was worried about his partner's injury, rushed to the scene. After hearing Li Yunlong's shouting, this black-bellied cultural person quietly walked over.

"Regiment commander, you don't want to single-handedly pick up the matter of the devil fighter and let our brigade commander know, right?"

"Lao Li, how many times have I told you! You are a commander! Can you not always think about doing the work of the commando captain, do you want to rob Zhang Dabiao's job! ”

"The next battle! I will never let you take a step out of the command post! ”

Hearing a familiar voice from behind him, Li Yunlong's arrogant expression immediately changed to the appearance of a little daughter-in-law. He ignored Zhang Dabiao's thumbs up to him, and said to his political commissar with some flattery:

"Hehe, Lao Zhao, don't be angry, I know it's wrong. Not an example! Not an example! At that time, the situation was urgent, and if there was such a thing in the future, I would definitely not do it myself. ”

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Forty-five minutes after the attack on Lion's Brain Mountain, the 29th Independent Flying Team successfully returned to Taiyuan Airport.

On the way back, the more Asakawa thought about it, the more angry he became, and he attributed the reason why the first two attacks did not go well to the ground troops cooperating with Taira.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was the third attack.

Obviously, it was the air support applied for by the 4th Independent Mixed Brigade, but only their army aviation rushed up, so what about the air-ground coordination that they said?

In Asakawa Masasa's heart, if it weren't for the infantry to contain the enemy, his wingman would definitely be safe.

Although their flying team not only failed to complete this mission, but even lost a pilot and fighters, this pot could not be left to him alone.

Thinking of this, this devil Shaozuo stepped onto a three-jumper.

He decided to take advantage of the time when the ground crew was reloading ammunition to go to the headquarters in Taiyuan City to report the results of the battle, and by the way, throw the pot to Taro Katayama.

Twenty minutes later, Asakawa stumbled to the headquarters. Then he took a few deep breaths and put on a heroic appearance, and walked in the direction of the war conference room.

That inexplicable momentum, people who don't know the truth still think that he is going to get on the Sakura fighter jet, or he is going to go back to the sky torpedo.

At this time, the battle conference room of the First Army was still so depressed, as if there was a man-eating beast coming out of the cage at any time.

Many staff officers were sinister, and they lowered their heads and peeked in front of the sand table from time to time. Yoshio Shinozuka was sitting there, the old devil holding his command knife with a very serious expression.

At this time, only the chief of staff, Kusuyama Hideyoshi, dared to take the initiative to speak, and he needed to summarize all kinds of information and hand it to his commander.

"I really can't find the name of the chief of staff of the First Army, so let him take it in advance."

A few hours ago, he was still holding a meeting at the headquarters of the North China Front, and after learning that the entire line of Jin Province had been attacked, he flew back overnight.

After comparing several pieces of information, Hideyoshi Kusuyama began to fiddle with the small flag on the sand table.

Compared with the early hours of yesterday morning, the small red flag representing the Eighth Route Army has almost filled the entire sand table, and no part of the Tongpu and Zhengtai railways is safe and sound.

There are almost no false flags that represent small days, and it seems that all the strongholds have been uprooted overnight.

After finishing the work at hand, Kusuyama Hideyoshi's expression was a little stiff, and he turned around and began to report on the current summary of the battle situation.

"Your Excellency, Commander, as of half an hour ago. Almost all four railroads in our occupied area were destroyed, and the Eighth Route Army captured a large number of stations and strongholds. ”

"After the statistics of the General Staff overnight, the enemy has dispatched at least 50 regiments this time, and the specific number still needs to wait for departments at all levels to verify the intelligence."

"At present, except for the Eighth Route Army, other enemy forces in Jin Province have not moved for the time being. The commander of the second theater of operations is already as stable as a mountain, but the commander of the first theater frequently sends reconnaissance troops to operate near Jincheng. ”

After hearing these summaries, Yoshio Shinozuka didn't say anything. But the rattling of the hand holding the hilt of the knife reflected his uncalm heart.

Originally, the main force in his hands had three divisions, but the 36th, 37th, and 41st divisions all had their own tasks, and they could not rush to support at this time.

As a result, the strength he can use now is only a few mixed brigades and lone brigades.

However, this old devil is also a master who can bend and stretch, and considering the importance of Zhengtailu, he selected a few allies who will definitely come to support last night.

"Nanshansang, help me contact the Mongolian army, their armored brigade in the Suiyuan area has not been dispatched for too long."

"By the way, let them send the 1st and 4th Cavalry Brigades, we need mobile troops."

"What about our material reserves, and when will the four railways be ready for traffic?"

The first two items are naturally not difficult for Kusuyama Hideyoshi, the chief of staff.

But the last question, he really didn't want to answer. This old devil almost fainted when he had just finished reading the maintenance plan given by the engineering troops.

"If all four railways are reopened, it will take at least 18 months."

This result caused everyone in the war conference room to start whispering, but Yoshio Shinozuka did wave his hand very carelessly, and then said the most cruel words in a flat tone.

"I'll only give them a month and a half, and if the traffic can't be restored by then, those people will be ready to be loyal to the locusts."

I don't know why, this old devil suddenly saw the outermost Asakawa fighting, so he beckoned to him.

"Asakawa-kun, I hope you can bring me some good news, how is the mission of your flying team?"

After hearing the call, this Lu Aviation Shaozuo immediately trotted over.

But the closer the two were, the more oppression he felt. It was obviously a hot summer, but Asakawa felt a cold sweat begin to break out on his back.

In order to keep himself from being angry, he could only take out the ancestral skills of Xiao Ri and lie about the military situation!

In both the Army and the Navy, the phenomenon of lying about the results of the war is widespread. Although this is not a policy, it has become a conventional habit.

Lying starts with front-line officers and soldiers, whose superiors at all levels need exactly this kind of water injection data. Far from being punished, false reports can also be rewarded for meritorious service by personnel at all levels.

As a young man who has worked out from the grassroots level, Asakawa knows that good news is needed at this time.

"Our 29th Independent Flying Squadron has gained a lot this time, killing at least a thousand enemies in three sorties."

"In order to expand the results of the battle, our team also launched an experimental attack on the enemy's headquarters, but unfortunately the results could not be determined due to the field of view."

Since the start of the fight, this is the only good news Yoshio Shinozuka has heard. He forced an ugly smile and motioned for the other to continue.

"It's a pity that we have problems with the 4th Independent Mixed Brigade. At present, Lion's Brain Mountain is still under the control of the Eighth Route Army, and our team has also lost one plane. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yoshio Shinozuka's old face turned red again, and the loss of an aircraft and a pilot was no longer a trivial matter.

In April this year, in order to replace those old Type 95 fighters, he put a lot of effort and even lost all the light explosions and heavy explosions.

Just as the old devil was about to ask for specific details, a communications soldier ran in with a telegram.

As if to prevent being beaten, this devil carefully adjusted his appearance, for fear that an inattentive person would provoke the lieutenant general who was angry.

Moreover, this communications soldier was a chicken thief, and he did not read it himself, but chose to hand the telegram to the chief of staff on the side.

Kusuyama Hideyoshi glanced at it casually and began to read aloud, the current situation could not be worse, he was fearless.

"Commander! The 4th Independent Mixed Brigade sent an urgent telegram. ”

But as soon as the report began, the chief of staff of the First Army immediately showed a shocked expression, and even let out a voice of surprise because he couldn't accept the facts.

Originally, Yoshio Shinozuka was still thinking about how to counterattack next, but after hearing the movement beside him, he immediately got up and grabbed the telegram. The content above is not long, but every word is heartbreaking, which makes the blood pressure of this old immortal soar.

"Our unit has been fiercely attacked by the enemy at Lion's Brain Mountain, and has suffered heavy losses so far, and the brigade commander Katayama Province Taro has been shattered."

"Ask the command for tactical guidance."

After reading this telegram, Yoshio Shinozuka couldn't hold back at all. He drew his katana and slashed at the sand table in front of him.

(End of chapter)