The two fighter jets that completed the strafing sweep passed over the heads of the four rows of warehouses at a relatively low altitude.
To the surprise of everyone on the top of the building, they did not climb as quickly as everyone thought.
Instead, they made loud engine sounds and turned to both sides with huge roars.
Just like no one expected that they would come from the south. At this moment, they only need to make a small turn to attack the airspace of the public concession again.
At least this can avoid anti-aircraft gunfire.
After all, the Sihang Warehouse was surrounded by Japanese troops. If the people in the Sihang Warehouse engaged in another exchange of fire with the public concession in order to capture them, then it is certain that the people in the Sihang Warehouse would have nowhere to escape.
However, before they could turn the corner, the firepower from the roof of the Four Thousand Warehouse was already overwhelming.
Several light rifles held in the arms sprayed out long muzzle flashes, and red bullets passed by the side of the fighter plane.
The rockets trailing plume flames chased their vigorous figures, and of course they would not chase them like those anti-aircraft missiles of later generations.
And how can a bazooka soldier who has never fired a plane know what lead time is?
Rockets dragged their tail flames past the front and back of the aircraft, exploding into red fireballs in the air. As those one-kilogram warheads exploded, the fighter plane was pushed swaying in the air waves, as if
It will fall from the sky in the next moment.
However, hope is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Swinging its wings, the Japanese fighter jet broke away from the airborne blast points caused by the explosion, and like a free eagle, unfettered by the earth, began to climb toward the sky.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
As the fighter plane climbed, the snipers finally opened fire.
It's a pity that even though snipers are good at shooting, they still can't do anything about fast-moving equipment like fighter planes.
However, there was an exception. Zhang Sixing, who was standing on the roof with all the snipers and rocket launchers, fired a silent shot.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, a fighter plane seemed to shake a bit, and as it flew, an imperceptible stream of smoke appeared from the nose.
But the danger remained. The two Japanese planes climbed up and continued to press against the Sihang Warehouse with fighter planes flying from the south at low altitude.
Zhang Sixing, who quickly shook the gun bolt to remove the bullet and re-aimed, discovered the huge danger.
bomb……
The fighter planes that followed had small bombs hanging under their wings, five kilograms, ten kilograms...
But whether it's five kilograms or ten kilograms of bombs, if the Sihang Warehouse is bombarded continuously, it will be unbearable, right?
Looking at the fighter planes getting closer and closer, Zhang Sixing opened fire, pulled the bolt of his gun and shouted loudly.
“Tu tu tu tu tu…”
Several soldiers rushed from the Sixing Warehouse to the top floor with light machine guns in their hands. Once on the top of the building, they started spraying bullets at the incoming fighter planes. The red bullets passed left and right of the aircraft, but disappointingly, none of them hit.
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But the bazooka soldier who had reloaded did not dare to fire, and took Zhang Sixing's order to aim back.
Is there any way to do it? If the rockets really fall on the public concession and explode, they will be all their compatriots.
The sound of fighter planes was getting closer and closer, and the weak firepower of machine guns and rifles could not stop them from getting closer.
The approaching plane sprayed long tongues of flame from its nose.
When the bullets hit the ground on the roof of Sihang Warehouse, bursts of mud rose up. It was like the claws of some monster flying across the roof. Therefore, the people who were touched by these "claws" were not enough to fly away.
"Why don't they hide downstairs..."
Someone on the news airship had a puzzling question, but at this time, all the cameras and video cameras were nervously snapping pictures, but no one answered his question.
Only one reporter said worriedly,
"I'm a little worried. If the air raids continue, I'm afraid this place will fall soon. When I was covering the Spanish Civil War, no building could survive the bombing..."
The first group of planes passed over the roof of the four-row warehouse...two terrible devices detached from the wings.
"Bomb... it's bomb... oh my god."
As the reporters on the news airship screamed, two streamlined bombs fell quickly. While raising their hearts, they watched the two bombs pass over the Sihang Warehouse building.
A heavy explosion sounded in the empty field in front of the building.
Various fragments rose high together with the explosion. The black smoke suddenly appeared from the ground like two fountains. It also looked like monsters trapped in the ground, suddenly protruding their terrifying figures.
As the previous group of bomb-dropping planes climbed, the rockets chased their bodies behind the route.
A group of two planes approached from the back, and the two fighters were also carrying bombs. It was obviously a fighter crew covering the crews of two fighter-bombers. The bomb that exploded just now was at least a fifteen kilogram bomb.
To deal with a strong stronghold like Sihang Warehouse, it is a sure-fire weapon. Don’t use too many bombs. Just bomb it back and forth a few times, and this stronghold will not be able to survive.
"We can't do this, we can't get bombed like this again..."
"All your firepower, follow me and fight the one on the left...get ready...to fight."
The reason why I say all firepower is because the rocket launcher was fired just now, so the trigger rocket will not fall in the public concession.
As Zhang Sixing shouted, all the light firepower on the top of the Sixing Warehouse fired into the air according to his command.
This time, more light machine guns arrived on the roof, thanks to the 87th Division and Xie Jinyuan. Because those who remained had to continue fighting, we might as well leave all the machine guns behind.
This time the firepower was obviously much more intense than before.
Finally, the diving enemy plane emitted black smoke, and then the fighter plane began to yaw significantly.
But Zhang Sixing clearly saw that the firepower on the roof was still chasing the black smoke-emitting plane, and no one thought of hitting the other one.
Quickly pull the bolt to load the bullet,
"Another fight, another fight..."
As he shouted, all fire turned to another fighter-bomber.
In fact, there were no specialized fighter-bombers in this era. Basically, fighters carried less ammunition and a few bombs. Most of them were dive bombers, just like Stukas.
The last bomber did not attempt to drop a bomb, but quickly turned around and flew in another direction.
The soldiers on the top of the building cheered, but at this time, the pilot of the fighter plane that was shot up and emitted black smoke was obviously dead. It was dragging black smoke and its end was slanted somewhere to the west of Sihang Warehouse.
But Zhang Sixing, who knew that an air strike could not end so easily, turned his head and stared at the fighter plane that was turning to adjust its height and direction, thinking silently,
"We have to find a way to cause some trouble for those guys. We can't let them be too unscrupulous. Otherwise, with the meager air defense firepower of Sihang Warehouse, I'm afraid we won't be able to defend it..."