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Chapter 258 Preparation

While the team was punching and kicking the soldiers, a harsh whistling sound came over.

"No, the Chinese are firing. It's a mortar. Get down!" The squad leader's expression suddenly changed.

The roaring became louder and louder, and the surrounding Japanese soldiers quickly lay down. The beaten soldier also jumped into the foxhole, but due to the haste of jumping, one of his buttocks was still sticking out of the foxhole.

"boom!"

The mortar shell exploded more than fifty meters away from them. The shrapnel pierced the air and knocked the branches and leaves of the trees in the forest into pieces. The sound of being captured alive sounded so clear. Even the little boy who just punched and kicked the soldiers

The captain also lay in the foxhole with his head in his hands, motionless, even his breathing changed. Fortunately, the impact point of this shot was not close. If he encountered... Thinking of this, his heart started to panic inexplicably.

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Is this a real war? The squad leader, who had just graduated from the sergeant school, finally felt the real atmosphere of war. For the first time, he felt that maybe his decision to volunteer to lead a team to ambush a small Chinese army was a mistake.

At this moment, the explosion of artillery shells was still lingering in the air. The soldier who had fired a shot because he was too nervous actually jumped up from the foxhole, ran to the side crazily, and kept shouting loudly:

"I want to go back to Japan, I want to go home! I want to leave this place!"

The squad leader suppressed the fear in his heart and kicked him down.

"Baga, this is just a test of firepower from the Chinese, get down quickly!"

"No! I want to go home, I want to go back to Japan!" The mentally disturbed soldier shouted heartbreakingly and stood up again.

The ear-piercing scream sounded again, followed by another, then a third, and then a fourth...

The squad leader was motionless. Isn't this a fire test by the Chinese people? Why is it endless?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a sharp whistling sound in front of me, just like the sound of a car braking desperately a second before a collision.

"squeak……"

The sound was so heartbreaking that the squad leader could only cling to the ground and dare not move. Then as the shells continued to explode around him, his thoughts became a little confused. He only heard the deafening explosion.

Even though he was hiding in the pit, he felt the ground shaking and shaking. He felt mud splashing all over him, and then gusts of wind rushed toward him, followed by another explosion.

, mud and rocks splashed again, followed by strong winds, one after another.

"Baga, grenade launchers and machine gun fire, return quickly!"

Due to the complex terrain of this generation, it is not suitable for large troop movements, so the two sides only exchange fire in small units. The Japanese squad-level team does not have mortars, and the only Type 92 machine gun still fires at the brigade.

Applied for transfer.

With the addition of two 11-year-old machine guns, the Japanese army also began to fire back cracklingly.

As soon as the gunfire and artillery fired, Tong Yanfeng and Liu Yi were stuck in a dilemma about 200 meters away from the Japanese army.

If you rush forward, you will die, but if you retreat, the risk is too great, and you may be shot from behind by the Japanese. In that case, even if you die, you will be useless.

Liu Yi, who was lying on the ground, asked Tong Yanfeng beside him, "Sir, what should we do? Go forward or retreat?"

"Fuck you!" Tong Yanfeng cursed.

The current situation is really a retreat. Tong Yanfeng said angrily: "We are not going anywhere, we will just fight the little devil here!"

"A fight? Just the two of us?" Liu Yi was a little dumbfounded.

Although he didn't think he was a coward, he had never thought about something as exciting as two people shooting against each other with more than fifty people.

"What, are you afraid?"

There was a trace of ridicule in Tong Yanfeng's eyes. Although he knew that the first-class soldier next to him was on the battlefield for the first time, this did not hinder his desire to make fun of him.

"Afraid of a ball!" Liu Yi gritted his teeth and looked up to the sky. He will not die for tens of millions of years and fight with the Japanese!

"Crack!" With a sound, Liu Yi pulled the bolt of the Garand rifle and prepared to shoot.

"etc!"

Tong Yanfeng pushed him and said fiercely: "If you don't want to be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate as me, you'd better stay away from me."

Only then did Liu Yi realize that when he was a recruit, the company commander had taught him that it was strictly forbidden for a group of people to be crowded together during a battle. Otherwise, not only would it easily attract the attention of the enemy's artillery and machine guns, but they would also become the opponent's primary target.

Liu Yi, who woke up, quickly kept a distance from Tong Yanfeng, then set up his Garand rifle and opened fire on the Japanese troops in front.

"Pa bang bang..."

The Garand rifle is an excellent semi-automatic weapon, and its rate of fire is undoubtedly faster and more intensive than the Type 38 rifle used by the Japanese army.

When Liu Yi's Garand rifle fired, it immediately attracted the attention of the Japanese army. More than a dozen rifles and an 11-year-old rifle immediately opened fire in his direction, hitting the soil around Liu Yi for a while.

There was a crackling sound, and a bullet even flew past Liu Yi's helmet. Liu Yi was so frightened that he rolled over and moved away.

Unlike Liu Yi, Tong Yanfeng had already found a hidden place to hide. The scope of the Springfield sniper rifle in his hand slowly caught the machine gunner of the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun who was shooting in front.

"Snapped……"

There was a crisp sound, and the hot metal bullets flew quickly towards the Japanese machine gunner who was sticking his butt out and shooting hard in Liu Yi's direction.

"Bo..."

The rapidly rotating warhead penetrated the helmet, flew into the fragile head of the Japanese soldier, and rolled rapidly inside, turning the Japanese soldier's head into a pile of pulp in an instant.

The Japanese soldier who was shot fell down without saying a word. The deputy shooter on the side quickly pushed his companion away. He lay behind the machine gun and started shooting again. However, he soon followed in the footsteps of his predecessor and was hit by a bullet in the head.

The bullets turned into paste.

Unlike Tong Yanfeng who hid in the dark and fired cold shots, Liu Yi, who used the Garand rifle, was the focus of the Japanese army from beginning to end. Countless flying bullets drove him away, and if it weren't for his flexibility,

, and with some luck, he was shot long ago.

However, Liu Yi's hard work was not without reward. More than two hundred meters behind them, their platoon leader was directing two mortars to continuously pour mortar shells around the Japanese army.

The shells exploded one after another, and the frightened Japanese soldier shouted like a baby: "Don't be loud, don't fight!"

Until the shells were fired, he was still standing there shivering, his straw-yellow military trousers were hot and wet.

Many Japanese soldiers around looked up and saw that this guy was actually incontinent and said with a silly smile on his face: "I...I want to go home, back to Japan!"

The surrounding Japanese soldiers felt a strange feeling in their hearts. This boy was lucky enough to survive!

At this moment, the sound of Chinese mortars from the opposite side rang again, and then a machine gun also opened fire. The sound of "click, click, click" seemed to come slowly from a distance, as if several drums were shot through.

Paper bag filled with air.

"Fujino, Fujino, get down quickly, get down quickly!" the Japanese squad leader shouted anxiously.

"I want to go back to Japan..."

The soldier was still shouting stupidly, but this time the whistling sound of the mortar shells seemed to be dull. The soldier who was shouting stupidly felt a wave of air rushing towards him, and his body was shaken.

After a small spin, he threw himself to the ground. He felt dizzy at first, and before the pain hit him, his head was split in half by shrapnel.

The gunfire stopped, leaving only bloody corpses on the ground, with few intact corpses.

When Liu Yi's team fired all the mortar shells they carried, the Japanese team that was supposed to ambush him had already killed more than 20 soldiers, and the remaining people no longer had the courage to fight.

He retreated through the gap in the fighting.

Such battles happen almost every day at the junction of forces between the two sides. Today, China suffered a small loss, but tomorrow they will get it back immediately. The two sides go back and forth with this small-scale, but extremely cruel fight.

battle.

While the ground troops were constantly exchanging fire on the ground, the aviation forces of both sides were also constantly competing for air supremacy in the sky.

In the pilot hall of Lingbei No. 3 Airport, Feng Xiaoming, dressed in a yellow-gray flight suit, was sitting among a group of pilots, listening attentively to the explanation given by Major General Zheng Shaoyu, commander of the Air Force 1 Division, who was the instructor on the stage.

"If you want to defeat your opponent, you must understand your opponent. Therefore, a detailed understanding of the Japanese military's current aircraft types is a skill you must master. Now I will tell you about an excellent fighter aircraft currently in service by the Japanese military, the 'Nine-Type Single Combat'

'(Type Nine refers to Mitsubishi's ninth experimental model, single combat is the Japanese abbreviation for single-engine fighter)"

Zheng Shaoyu said with a serious face: "It also set the world's fastest record of 450 kilometers per hour at an altitude of 3,200 meters."

Feng Xiaoming below hurriedly raised his hand and asked after approving the speech: "Sir, what kind of plane is this?"

Zheng Shaoyu crossed his arms and said calmly: "This is a cantilevered single-wing carrier-based fighter with an all-metal structure. Well, it used to be called a destroyer. The fuselage is fully equipped with countersunk head rivets, and the design pays full attention to the flow of the appearance.

Linearization, it also adopts the best elliptical planar 'inverted seagull' thin airfoil wing from an aerodynamic point of view, which greatly improves the aerodynamic performance of the aircraft. The Nine-Type Single also adopts a high-power star-shaped wing.

It has an air-cooled piston engine, a large-diameter nose with a longitudinally curved annular engine hood, and two large-caliber machine guns hidden above it. It's quite strange and difficult to find before firing. There is a semi-open cockpit directly connected to the vertical

The high spine with a smooth transition from the tail has obvious features and is easy to identify. The name of the mass production model of this fighter aircraft is the Type 96 carrier-based aircraft!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)

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