On the road in Hulugou, the Eighth Route Army and a small number of Japanese troops were engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
Yoshinobu Kuroiwa, who was piloting the Type 96 attack aircraft, was afraid of accidentally injuring his comrades, so he did not drop the bomb immediately.
He was going to lead the flying formation to hover in the air for a while. Anyway, there were no mountainous areas near Hulugou, so the Eighth Route Army could not escape for the time being.
But just when the plane was about to fly directly above Hulugou, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu suddenly noticed countless little lights on both sides below.
At first, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu didn't pay much attention, thinking they were the light and heavy machine guns installed on both sides of the Eighth Route Army.
Although there is danger at this height, it is not that easy for the Eighth Route Army's light and heavy machine guns to bring down the plane.
But suddenly there was an abnormal sound from the right rear.
Yoshinobu Kuroiwa looked back and saw that the Nakajima fighter wingman following behind him on the right had broken wings and the fuselage was on fire.
"Nani?" Kuroiwa Yoshinobu's eyes suddenly widened. He couldn't carry it like this, right? The Nakajima fighter jet was shot down by a machine gun?
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On the positions on both sides of the new regiment in Hulugou.
Almost all the new group of soldiers with rifles rushed down and fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese.
But the soldiers with light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns still stayed in their positions.
Upon hearing the sound of the Japanese plane, these soldiers immediately used grass and branches to hide themselves. Even the machine guns were camouflaged, waiting for the Japanese plane to fall into a trap.
The Japanese attack planes and fighter jets both needed to swoop, strafe and bomb. The Japanese planes initially swooped down towards the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the road.
The road passes through the canyon, so the dive height of the Japanese aircraft is lower than usual.
This is very nice.
Just when the Japanese plane was about to fly over Hulukou.
"Fire!" Li Yunlong jumped suddenly and shouted at the same time.
Da da da…
Gnaw gnaw gnaw…
Boom boom…
A firepower network composed of more than 200 light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns and more than 20 machine guns was laid out in front of the dive route of the Japanese aircraft.
Densely packed bullets and machine-gun shells of different calibers poured out, and dark red ballistics filled the sky.
Soldiers usually conduct air defense training, so when facing the swooping Japanese planes, the sharp whistling sound and the sound of motors, the soldiers will be fearless and orderly.
Moreover, the soldiers all knew how to jerk off the aircraft, and they aimed directly at the front of the Japanese aircraft's dive route to gain advance lead.
Once the Japanese fighters and bombers enter a dive attack, they can no longer change their routes.
Just a few seconds after the explosion-like sound of gunfire, the Japanese fighter jet on the far right shook twice, and then its wings were knocked off.
The fighter jet fell to the ground uncontrollably, dragging a plume of thick smoke, and then made a loud bang as the two 60-kilogram aerial bombs under the fighter jet exploded.
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Yoshinobu Kuroiwa saw the wingman on the rear right fall to the ground, but he had no time to think about it.
Because he felt the plane shake suddenly, as if it was attacked by hailstones. There was a crackling sound under the fuselage and wings. The engine suddenly stopped. The dial in front of him was spinning rapidly. The control stick had failed. Major Yoshinobu Kuroiwa suddenly saw
To the anti-aircraft guns on the Eighth Route Army positions.
"Baga, why didn't you tell me earlier that the Eighth Route Army was equipped with anti-aircraft guns?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The boat capsized in the ditch, this was the last thought in Major Yoshinobu Kuroiwa's mind. He never thought that one day, he would fall into the hands of Tubalu.
Kuroiwa Yoshinobu's body was shattered by a machine shell in an instant. The plane fell headlong and hit a Japanese truck on the road outside Hulugou.
boom--
The 1,000-kilogram aerial bomb under the wing exploded, accompanied by several violent explosions that shook the mountains. It was like an earth dragon turning over, and the whole earth was shaking.
Four or five Japanese trucks exploded together, and the artillery shells on the trucks exploded immediately. The violent explosion turned into a huge fireball, and then turned into a mushroom cloud.
The pilot of the remaining Nakajima fighter jet realized that something was wrong and yanked the control stick to pull the plane up to high altitude.
Even so, black smoke emitted from the engine and it flew southward unsteadily.
Seeing that he shot down two Japanese planes and damaged one Japanese plane, Li Yunlong almost jumped up with excitement.
He used to think that being able to shoot down one plane would be considered a blessing in life, but he didn't expect to be able to shoot down two.
It was also the Japanese pilots who underestimated the enemy and did not take the Eighth Route Army into consideration at all. They pulled the plane so low that the new group succeeded.
And the price for underestimating the enemy is to completely leave your life and plane here.
"Haha..." Zhao Gang looked excited, hugged Li Yunlong and laughed, "Old Li, we did it. Look, we shot down two Japanese planes!"
Zhao Gang bit the last two words very hard.
Although Li Yunlong was also very happy, he said, "It's just a Japanese plane, but it's a pity that there are only three of them. There are too few of them. If there are more than a dozen, I will shoot them down."
Zhao Gang was immediately speechless, thinking to himself, you are such a naughty person that you are not afraid of blowing your hide?
"Huzi, bring me the ghost head sword from labor and management." Li Yunlong's eyes flashed sharply when he saw some ghosts fighting on the highway.
"Lao Li, this hand-to-hand combat is almost over, so there's no need for you to go." Zhao Gang advised.
"It's been a long time since I killed a Japanese." Li Yunlong said, "I just had a great time today."
As he spoke, Li Yunlong took the ghost machete from guard Huang Erhu.
Without saying a word, he rushed down with the ghost machete. Huang Erhu followed closely. Zhao Gang took out his pistol and had no choice but to follow.
The Japanese, who had been so strong just now and thought they had received a lifeline, suddenly became demoralized when they saw the plane was shot down.
The remaining Japs were soon completely overwhelmed by the sea of new soldiers.
As Li Yunlong chopped off the head of a wounded Japanese soldier, the hand-to-hand combat ended.
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Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang went to the exit of Hulugou to take a look at the situation in Sanying.
There were more than 80 Japanese tanks and trucks in total, and the front and rear ranks were almost one kilometer long.
The Japanese tanks were in front, and the trucks were following behind. There were still seven or eight trucks that had not entered the canyon.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Of the more than twenty trucks that entered the trench, half of them were destroyed, and almost all of the trucks containing artillery shells were blown to pieces.
Seeing Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang, the commander of the third battalion, Chen Dagu, walked over and straightened up, "Regiment commander, political commissar!"
"Third Battalion Commander." Li Yunlong asked, "How is the situation here?"
"Report to the leader," Chen Dugu replied, "all the Japanese and tanks that entered the ditch have been eliminated!"
Li Yunlong then asked, "Why, are there any Japanese who haven't entered?"
Chen Dugu said, "There are about seven or eight large trucks still outside, and a few large trucks have run away. The cars outside the ditch that did not run away were all blown up together with the Japanese planes."
"What's loaded on this truck?" Li Yunlong turned to look at the Japanese truck.
"Basically they are artillery shells and machine gun shells," Chen Dugu replied.
Hearing that the trucks were originally loaded with artillery shells and bullets, and seeing those trucks that were blown up, Li Yunlong and I felt heartbroken.
"They are all a bunch of losers. Who asked you to blow up the car? You blew up all my artillery shells and bullets." Li Yunlong jumped to his feet and cursed, "What good artillery shells and machine gun bullets, they just exploded like this."
I don’t know who gave the order during the pre-war meeting not to spare labor and management rockets to blow up these idiots.
Now it's time to blame.
However, Chen Dugu did not dare to say this, for he was afraid of being beaten.
The soldiers of the new regiment were all familiar with Li Yunlong's temper. When they saw the regiment leader swearing, they quickly ran aside.
Zhao Gang advised, "Come on, Old Li, don't take advantage of it and act like a good boy. Although we blew up a lot of artillery shells and machine gun shells, we almost wiped out an entire tank regiment this time. This is an established Japanese army."
Tank regiment! Ever since the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, there has never been such a battle in China."
"Including the Black Island Cavalry Regiment, this is the second organic Japanese regiment to be eliminated by our new regiment."
"You are going to make a name for yourself this time. Besides, don't we have other original works? These artillery shells and machine gun shells are nothing."
Thinking about it, Li Yunlong's face looks better now. Although Xinyi Tuan is now rich, who would have too many weapons and ammunition?
Zhao Gang loudly ordered, "Pass my order, the direct teams of each battalion and company should speed up cleaning the battlefield and rescue the wounded. We must hurry up. The Japanese reinforcements may be on their way here."
"Huzi, give me the map." Li Yunlong shouted.
Huang Erhu took out the map from the map bucket, and Li Yunlong took it and spread it out, preparing to take another look at the retreat route.
Sun Desheng ran over, gave a military salute, and reported, "Captain, there is a man over there who claims to be Chu Yunfei, the commander of the 358th Regiment, and he wants to see you."
"Chu Yunfei?" Li Yunlong's eyebrows moved, and he looked behind Sun Desheng. Three officers in Shanxi-Sui Army uniforms were standing there more than ten meters away. The leader had an extraordinary appearance and wore the rank of colonel on his shoulders.
Li Yunlong didn't know the other party's purpose, so he nodded to Sun Desheng and said, "Let them come."
Sun Desheng waved his hand and several soldiers were let go. Chu Yunfei, Fang Ligong and Sun Ming walked over quickly.
Seeing several people approaching, Sun Desheng introduced, "Guys, this is our group leader."
Chu Yunfei held the riding whip in his hand and took the lead in cupping his fists and said, "I, Chu Yunfei, the commander of the 358th Regiment of the Jinsui Army, may I ask which part of the Eighth Route Army your unit belongs to?"
"The new regiment of the 386th Brigade of the 129th Division, I am Li Yunlong." Li Yunlong raised his hand casually, "What do you have to say, Commander Chu?"
"Are you Li Yunlong, the commander of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army?" Chu Yunfei's pupils shrank, with surprise on his face.
"That's right." Li Yunlong raised his eyebrows, "Captain Chu, do you recognize me?"
Chu Yunfei smiled and said, "Although you and I didn't meet each other during the Battle of Xinkou, I cooperated well with Captain Li. In the battle of Cangyunling, Captain Li led his troops to defeat the Bantian Regiment and killed Captain Bantian.
Commander Li became famous in the first battle, and the name of Commander Li has already spread throughout the second theater, and Chu has long wanted to make friends with him."
"I saw today that Commander Li wiped out the Japanese tank regiment with one regiment. Commander Li is truly a brave man."
Li Yunlong was not moved at all by Chu Yunfei's compliments, and was even wary.
Hehehe laughed, and Li Yunlong said, "I don't dare to be Commander Chu. As the saying goes, you will die if you compare yourself with others, and you will lose money if you compare goods. Commander Chu is a student of the Chairman of the Standing Committee and a disciple of Chief Yan. There are more than 5,000 people in a regiment.
We will replenish whatever we lose. We have enough ammunition and food. We, the Eighth Route Army, are stepmothers. If the government doesn’t pay us, we can only steal it from the devils. You see, after half a day’s work today, we only seized a dozen cartloads of artillery shells and bullets.
, made Commander Chu laugh."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
This chapter has been completed!