The Third Battalion Field Airport in Jurong, Jiangsu, was attacked by Japanese fighter planes. The main attack was eighteen D1A/94 dive bombers, which dived and dropped bombs.
Each fireball slowly rose into the air with a huge explosion, and then was stirred by the wind into a larger black mist with a weird shape.
"Plane...plane..."
Chennault weighed the rifle, aimed at the dive bomber in the sky, and pulled the trigger.
Honestly speaking, this kind of dive bomber is quite good. With both the navy and the army defeated, the Japanese fighter planes stand out.
In addition to having a smaller bomb load, the D1A/Type 94 dive bomber in front of us is an extremely maneuverable fighter aircraft. After dropping bombs, it can compete with the American Hawker III fighter aircraft equipped by China at this time.
Down.
Although it was unbecoming of an Air Force advisor to shoot enemy aircraft with a rifle, Chennault was not a good-natured man.
"Isn't there anyone to carry out the order to release smoke?"
"Sir, you'd better... just hide..."
The guard responsible for protecting Chennault tried to persuade him, but was thrown aside with brute force by Chennault who was shooting.
"I don't need protection, airplanes, only airplanes need protection, shoot...shoot quickly..."
It's a pity that Chennault didn't speak Chinese, and the translator beside him was frightened and ran away.
The field airport was full of soldiers fleeing bombings or rescuing supplies, but no one thought of using smoke to cover up the airport.
The entire 17th Squadron only had ten fighters, and at this time there were only two Boeing 218 fighters. They bumped and rolled on the earthen runway under Japanese artillery fire, trying to force takeoff.
In fact, the fighter planes either lack parts, are in need of repair, and some have simply been dismantled into empty shells.
But when the planes were blown to pieces by the bombs, Chennault was still furious and picked up his rifle.
"Bastard...bastard..."
Amidst the curses, he cursed angrily while shooting. I don't know if he was cursing the members of the Chinese airport security force whose air defense methods were backward, or he was cursing the Japanese fighter planes raging in the sky.
The last two Boeing 218 fighter planes and a rickety Japanese seaplane took off.
"Cover...cover..."
Chennault shouted for those brave pilots. Unfortunately, no one could understand him...
The engine of the d1a/94 dive bomber made a long sound and quickly approached the ground. The bomb detached from the pylon under the wing and fell towards the runway.
As the bombs fell, the taxiing Boeing 218 fighter jet rushed into the crater, but the pilot did not escape.
Just when Chennault was getting frustrated, a burst of twin-mounted heavy machine guns suddenly rang out. Following the sound of heavy machine guns, a convoy broke into the field airport.
What’s even more strange is that a dozen motorcycles were running around the airport, and then large kites took off one after another. Those kites should be able to fly very high, because the line rollers on the back of the motorcycle buckets are very special.
thick.
Not only that, while those motorcycles were flying kites around the airport, more soldiers on bicycles appeared.
They quickly scattered into small groups, each with their rifles in hand, and opened fire together.
Chennault was relieved when he saw a large number of Chinese troops organizing anti-aircraft shooting. He was a little curious about where these troops who organized anti-aircraft shooting came from.
"One and a half times, one and a half times the fuselage. Mom, just take a shot and hit it wherever you want..."
The voice of the squad leader with a Northeastern accent was everywhere. If Chennault heard it, he would be surprised to find that these infantrymen have rich experience in air defense.
At least when the plane dives and strafes them, they know that their body should be on the same axis as the enemy plane's dive, which greatly reduces the possibility of being hit by the plane's strafing attack.
At this time, more soldiers ran in from outside the airport, carrying...
Barrels of gasoline?
Those gasoline barrels with some kind of stand were squatting on the ground like mortars, and then someone put in a small explosive bag and a round wooden board wrapped in rags.
And what is that...the cannonball, it looks like it is made of iron and wood.
The cannonball contained... a steel helmet?
I'm Tefak, what the hell kind of cannon is this?
No matter what kind of ghost cannon it was, those who were ready stared at the sky, waiting for the Japanese fighter planes to dive. When the Japanese fighter planes began to dive, those people quickly adjusted the direction of the gasoline barrels.
Then the others ran away, leaving one person with a cigarette butt to light the fuse of the gasoline barrel cannon.
Chennault looked at the burning fuse of "Chi Chi" in a daze. The more he looked at it, the less he understood what it was.
"Get out of the way... get out of the way, my foreign master, you damn well get out of the way!"
The man who finished lighting the fire shouted in Chinese that he did not understand at Chennault, who was still in a daze, and then dragged him to the side to hide.
After running more than ten meters away, seeing that he was lying down and looking back at the gasoline barrel cannon from time to time, the person pulling him had no choice but to trip him down.
The curious Chennault just lay half on the ground looking at the gasoline barrel. He neither realized that he had fallen nor that the enemy plane was swooping down and the machine gun on the fighter plane was spraying flames.
"Boom"
The gasoline barrel made a dull sound, and then the weird iron and wood cannonball inside flew into the sky. The blocking logs flew into the air, spinning away.
"Boom, boom, boom"
Listening to a series of noises, Chennault was surprised to find that there were more than one such noise in the entire field airport, and more than twenty planks were sprayed into the air and spinning around.
Those cannonballs didn't roll around randomly, and even the ridiculous iron cone head kept their flight path straight.
More than twenty large artillery shells rose into the sky, but the hope in Chennault's eyes dimmed because they were not high enough and could not fly five hundred meters.
Although this kind of anti-aircraft weapon is unique, its range is really...
But Chennault feels that this idea is very good. At least the idea of flying the kite high and the gasoline barrel launcher is very good. It is to use a fire to ignite it, which is really simple.
Just when Chennault was lamenting the effectiveness of those gasoline barrel cannons, those slow-flying large cannonballs suddenly exploded in the sky.
They sprayed large clouds of black smoke into the sky, and there seemed to be something else in the black smoke.
Then……
In Chennault's surprised eyes, those shells exploding in the air actually shot down a diving D1A/Type 94 dive bomber.
The Japanese fighter plane was dragging black smoke. It didn't seem to be seriously injured, but it definitely couldn't fly. It seemed that the fighter pilot was planning to make an emergency landing.
A group of cavalrymen came out of nowhere and chased the Japanese fighter plane that had made an emergency landing.
Obviously there was no intention of letting those Japanese pilots go.