The Nakajima Type-1 fighter jet puffed out black smoke and pounced straight on the anti-aircraft self-propelled artillery. Everyone on the battlefield was stunned. Everyone who saw this scene had one thought in their minds: the Tornado self-propelled anti-aircraft gun was finished.
But after just a few seconds, what everyone expected did not happen.
Perhaps the pilot inside had died, or the injured aircraft had lost control. The huge bomber barely missed the Cyclone self-propelled anti-aircraft gun and crashed into a mountain wall not far away.
"boom……"
The fuel in the fighter plane exploded together with the bombs carried by the plane. A huge plume of thick smoke rose into the sky, and countless fragments flew in all directions along with the huge shock wave.
Even Gao Hongming, who was more than a hundred meters away, was thrown to the ground by the shock wave.
Before Gao Hongming, who was lying on the ground, could react, he felt another figure pounce on him. This pounce didn't matter, it almost took his breath away.
"Who the hell is on top of me, why don't you get out of here!"
Gao Hongming roared angrily, but the sound mixed with the sound of explosions and gunfire seemed so small. He wanted to struggle, but found that the person pressing on him was as heavy as a stone mill. Even though he exhausted his whole body
Even with all his strength, he couldn't move even a bit.
After an unknown amount of time, the person on top of him got up and pulled him up. At the same time, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, "Master, are you okay?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Gao Hongming coughed continuously for a long time, and then he felt that his breathing was much easier. When he raised his head and saw the person in front of him, he was instantly angry and kicked the other person on the butt, "Dabao, you kid, you're a bastard
That's a pig, it almost crushed me to death just now."
Dabao, who was kicked by Gao Hongming, felt as if he was being tickled. He didn't feel anything at all. He just scratched the back of his head and laughed, "Master, I was worried that you were injured by shrapnel just now. If you have anything
I will not give up even if something goes wrong. Ziying said, if anything happens to you, the young mistress will definitely skin me."
"You don't have to do it, Young Mistress, I'm going to take off your skin right now!" Gao Hongming scolded fiercely.
It's just that after scolding Gao Hongming, he felt that it was boring. Dabao, a naive and very neurotic person, had not found anything that could make him worry except eating in his life.
Seeing Dabao's indifferent expression, Gao Hongming was annoyed: "Okay... you are awesome, right? When I get back, I will ask the young mistress to find a wife for you. By the way, doesn't Sixth Aunt have a niece named Cuihua?
, I will betroth her to you when I get back, I wonder if you are afraid of her?"
The sixth aunt in charge of the kitchen has a niece whom I met, Gao Hongming, who is nineteen years old this year.
What should I say about this girl? I can't say she's ugly, I can only say she has distinctive looks.
Let’s put it this way: She, who often helps Aunt Six, can carry two bags of flour each fifty kilograms from the gate to the backyard without gasping for breath. After that, she can mix the flour by herself and give it to the whole family.
More than two hundred people from the Gao family made a meal of steamed buns.
In Gao Hongming's words, this girl is the Yang Paifeng of this era, which means she was born too early. In the 21st century, if she were around, the Olympic weightlifting champion would have nothing to do with other female athletes.
After scolding, Gao Hongming ignored this idiot and ran towards the Tornado self-propelled anti-aircraft gun that stopped firing after the explosion.
When he climbed onto the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun, he found that the crew inside had been stunned by the explosion.
He tried to wake up the others one by one, but only two were woken up. The remaining three were still in a coma. He had no choice but to let Dabao carry the three of them out of the car and put them on a piece of soil not far away.
Behind the slope.
After finishing his work, he asked the two people who woke up, "Who are you?"
"Sir, sergeant He Dalei, commander of the vehicle, and Wang Laogen, loader, please give me your instructions."
Gao Hongming waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, how long have you been giving instructions? I ask you, can this cannon still fire?"
He Dalei checked it and reported: "Sir, there is nothing wrong with this vehicle and cannon, but now we are short of manpower and can't handle it at all."
"What's the point of being understaffed? Aren't we human beings?"
"ah……"
"Ah, what, hurry up...the Japanese plane is still firing at us, hurry up and report the direction...Dabao, come over and reload."
After saying that, Gao Hongming unceremoniously moved to the gunner's position.
When Gao Hongming first got this gun, he thought about it for a while and learned that the Tornado self-propelled anti-aircraft gun has a total of five crew members. In addition to the driver and radio operator, there are also two loaders, an aimer and an observer.
Car length.
Moreover, he had personally fired hundreds of rounds of artillery shells at that time, so he was no stranger to this self-propelled anti-aircraft gun.
Seeing that Gao Hongming had already sat in the position of the aiming hand, everyone looked at each other and could only move. The commander raised the sight and began to measure the position of the enemy aircraft. Dabao and another loader picked up two rows of 15-round guns from behind.
The shells began to be loaded.
"At six o'clock, over a visual distance of 500 meters, the Japanese Type 97 heavy bomber is approaching. Has the loader finished loading?" the anti-aircraft gun commander asked loudly while observing.
"Loading completed!" Dabao and another loader replied in unison.
"The gunner begins to lock onto the enemy aircraft!"
Gao Hongming's left hand quickly shook the steering gear, and his right hand was stirring the helicopter. The cross-type direct sight kept moving along with the bomber.
"fire!"
As soon as Gao Hongming stepped on the firing switch, the Tornado anti-aircraft gun began to roar wildly, and the four gun barrels poured out tongues of flame at the same time. In less than three seconds, all 60 rounds of artillery shells were fired.
It's a pity that the shell grazed the bomber's butt without even touching a hair on the person's body.
"Idiot...get it in advance...how do I usually teach you?"
Seeing all the shells flying past the bomber's butt, He Dalei couldn't help roaring. After he finished cursing, he realized something was wrong. When he lowered his head, he saw Gao Hongming looking at him with an evil expression.
He Dalei was so frightened that he quickly apologized: "Then...then what...sir...I didn't mean to scold you...that..."
"Okay, stop talking. I know that I didn't play well just now."
Gao Hongming was not angry at all, but just a little depressed. He had clearly aimed well, but the shells missed him after firing. This was very disrespectful.
While Dabao and the loader were busy loading, the commander shouted again.
"Sir... another plane is coming... altitude 430... heading towards us... they are coming..."
"Dong dong dong..."
Just as He Dalei shouted, Gao Hongming opened fire again, and dense shells enveloped the heavy explosive machine in a net of fire.
This time, the bomber finally failed to escape the clutches of our tall commander. After being fired by more than a dozen artillery shells, its left wing was cut off on the spot, and it fell towards the distance with black smoke...