Another Nakajima Type-1 fighter was hit, crashed vertically towards the ground, and exploded next to a makeshift MG34 anti-aircraft machine gun position.
The huge impact knocked a big crater out of the hard ground. Fortunately, the two 60-kilogram bombs it carried were all gone. Although the bombs did not explode, they still affected the machine gun position next to it.
In the temporary bunker, several machine gunners could feel the strong vibrations, and gravel and soil fell from the sky, covering the three soldiers in the machine gun team.
Immediately afterwards, the debris from the plane's explosion was propelled into the air by the shock wave, and flew in all directions like raindrops.
Burning steel fragments were flying everywhere, and several soldiers who were unable to avoid being hit by the fragments screamed and fell to the ground. Blood flowed out, staining the ground red.
"Fire...fire for me..."
"Shoot... aim at the plane in the sky!"
The air strike lasted for more than ten minutes, and the eighteen anti-aircraft artillery pieces of the anti-aircraft company had damaged three anti-aircraft artillery pieces, including two Tornadoes and a Dongfeng, as well as a Lynx reconnaissance tank and a Panzer IV tank.
However, the Japanese were not much better. The five incoming aircraft, including three Type 97 heavy bombers and two Nakajima Type 1 fighters, all turned into a raging mass of smoke and smoke on the ground.
Both sides fired real fire, and all self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery were firing desperately into the air. Even all tanks and vehicles were firing into the air with the MG34 general-purpose machine guns attached to the tanks.
The dense firepower network turned the sky red. Japanese planes were like petrels flying through the stormy sea. They carefully shuttled through the firepower network while looking for opportunities to drop bombs. From time to time, armored vehicles on the ground were destroyed, and some in the sky were destroyed.
After being shot, the plane plummeted to the ground and plummeted to the ground.
Both sides are fighting to see who can't hold on first.
"Reload...quickly load..."
Gao Hongming was also fighting like crazy. He didn't know how many bullets he had fired. He only knew that there were densely packed shell casings around him.
One of the gunners he had just carried aside had woken up and was now shoveling out artillery shells with an engineer shovel. Another loader and driver were moving ammunition back and forth on an ammunition truck and a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun not far away.
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Everyone was so tired that they were sweating profusely, but no one bothered to wipe away the sweat. Everyone had only one thought, which was to shoot down those stupid planes in the sky.
Since aircraft were manufactured, military strategists have quickly discovered their military value and quickly put them into use. With their unique speed, height and firepower advantages, they quickly became a brand new branch of arms.
In order to fight against this new enemy, people have developed weapons specifically designed to deal with aircraft. From this point of view, human beings are really a complex contradiction.
Aircrafts have emerged since World War I and have gradually matured after decades of evolution. However, most of the time, aircraft with altitude and speed advantages have the upper hand.
As time went by, the Cyclone, Dongfeng and other self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery on the ground were continuously destroyed. After more than 20 minutes, the originally full air defense company only had six Cyclone anti-aircraft cannons and four Dongfeng anti-aircraft cannons.
Time's firepower has been reduced by half.
However, the Japanese aircraft in the sky were not feeling well either. Six of the sixteen Type 97 heavy bombers were lost. Since the Type 1 fighter was responsible for opening up the bombing channel, only one of the six fighters was left.
"Your Majesty Colonel, we can't continue fighting like this. If we continue like this, we will run out of planes."
The voice of a Japanese pilot came from the communication channel.
Unlike the Army Red Deer, which is regarded as a consumable, the Air Force has always been a very delicate branch. Even the cheapest aircraft costs 50,000 to 60,000 yen. As for the training of pilots, it requires a lot of manpower and material resources.
The heavy losses made Fujino Shigeharu feel his heart twitching. He had always had a high self-esteem and was naturally unwilling to engage in a war of attrition with the armies that he regarded as red deer. In his opinion, even if it was to exchange one or even ten tanks.
It would be a loss to switch to another plane.
The only thing he was worried about was that it would be difficult to explain to Commander Yoshio Shinozuka if he returned without success, so he was a little hesitant for a while.
"Your Majesty Colonel, the ammunition has been exhausted, please return." At this time, a pilot's words rang in the headset.
"Your Excellency, our ammunition has been exhausted, please return."
After nearly half an hour of high-intensity combat, almost all the bombs carried by the bombers were consumed, and the pilots asked to return home.
After hearing the report from his subordinates, Fujino Shigeharu, who was already unwilling to fight with the Chinese army on the ground, also issued the order to return.
Looking at the Japanese planes returning one after another in the sky, Gao Hongming stepped on the launch pedal in the direction of the Japanese planes and fired out the last cannonball. Then he sat down on the stool and felt a sense of powerlessness.
Come.
After resting for a few minutes, I felt I had regained some strength.
Turning around, he saw that the others were not much better. Except for Dabao, everyone else was lying around in a mess.
He took out a box of Caiyun cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and threw the rest to He Dalei.
After taking the cigarette, He Dalei scattered a cigarette to each of the other soldiers as if he had found a treasure, and then naturally put the rest into his pocket.
After seeing this, Gao Hongming laughed and scolded: "Can you please stop being such a loser? After all, you are a sergeant. You have a quota of three packs of cigarettes every week. Isn't that enough for you? Even my cigarettes must be smooth."
He Dalei said with a smile: "Sir, you don't know. The taste of Camel Brand is too strong. I prefer the smooth taste of Good Luck. The logistics department distributes all Camel Brand cigarettes to our soldiers below the rank of non-commissioned officers.
It’s a Marlboro. Only school-level officers have good luck. Since I ran into it today, I won’t let it go.”
Gao Hongming laughed and winked at Dabao who was standing beside him. Dabao took out half a piece of good luck from his bag and handed it to him.
He Dalei was overjoyed. He stuffed half a cigarette into his pocket with a smile on his face, and cursed at the greedy soldiers on the side: "You bastards, what are you looking at? This is my treasure, no one can beat it."
idea.”
Gao Hongming watched the commander playing tricks with several soldiers, stood up and jumped out of the car. Looking at the vehicles with thick smoke coming out from time to time around him, his mood became worse again.
"Dabao, tell Li Changan immediately and ask him to report the results of the battle immediately."
"yes!"
After a while, a list of damage reports was handed over to Gao Hongming.