At the same time that the front protective plate of the anti-aircraft gun was hit by a Japanese machine gun bullet, an anti-aircraft gun shooter's head tilted and fell straight down. A damn ricochet penetrated his neck and exited from the back of his neck, and his spine was blown to pieces.
At the same time, it also took away his young life.
In fact, the veteran who held the rank of sergeant major and had at least 5 years of military service died for his country without even humming.
The deputy shooter on one side didn't have time to wipe away the tears that suddenly appeared in his eyes. He rushed forward and took the anti-aircraft gun that had fallen slumped in the hands of the squad leader. "Kill you, kill you." While roaring crazily, he rushed towards the approaching approaching enemy.
Japanese aircraft fired.
The Japanese aircraft, which was constantly shaking its wings and adjusting its fuselage, was very cunning and extremely fast. The three anti-aircraft guns aimed at it have not hit him yet.
The soldiers in the artillery battalion of the Independent Regiment went crazy over the grief of their comrades who died in battle, and so did Aokino.
When the two fighter planes that were following him and were still diving towards the Chinese air defense positions to fight back heroically suddenly stalled and rushed towards the Chinese mountains and forests at a faster speed, Aokino knew that they were doomed.
The serial number on the plane reminded him that it was his best friend, the fellow from the same county who joined the army with him and was selected into the Army Air Corps together, the one who liked to take out his wife to get a thousand women to embroider in his hometown.
The young man who showed off the needle in front of him. The thousand-person needle that had been wrapped around his chest failed to protect his martial arts for a long time, and he would perish on the land of the Chinese without any bones left.
"Chinese people, you all deserve to die." The Japanese army aviation captain howled crazily, pulled the trigger of the aviation machine gun, and continued to dive crazily toward the independent regiment's air defense position despite the crazy Chinese artillery fire, and continued to shoot.
The anger of losing their comrades made the shooters of the independent regiment crazy, and it also made the Japanese pilots crazy.
The two sides are like knights fighting in ancient Europe, urging their horses, holding spears, staring at each other's chest, and charging.
At this moment, one's own life or death is no longer important. What is important is to kill the other party and avenge one's comrades.
The shooter fell, the deputy shooter came up, the deputy shooter fell down, and the second shooter came up again. The artillery fire on the anti-aircraft position of the independent regiment's artillery battalion never stopped.
Through the gaps between branches and leaves, the Japanese aircraft, which had dropped to 300 meters in height and was only 200 meters away, came towards us. Both sides seemed to be able to see the other's face twisted in madness and eyes that had turned red.
When two armies meet, the brave one wins.
But now, both armies are brave.
Then it depends on whose spear is sharper.
Although the three twin-mounted Suratung anti-aircraft guns cannot match the anti-aircraft machine guns in terms of rate of fire, the power of the 20 mm caliber shells thicker than a thumb is much greater than the machine gun bullets. As long as one hits, the fuselage is like a fist.
A big hole.
There was a "boom" sound.
Aokino's plane trembled violently, and thick smoke visible to the naked eye suddenly rose from the tail of the plane. Three anti-aircraft guns that spent dozens of rounds in succession finally took over in this short sprint battle of 800 meters in less than four or five seconds.
Got the upper hand.
The Japanese plane was hit.
There was a trace of despair in Aokino's eyes. With only 200 meters to go, he could pass over the opponent's anti-aircraft gun position at high speed, jump into the sky in front of the helpless eyes of the Chinese, and then launch the attack again.
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However, it was no longer possible. His extremely familiar fighter plane suddenly slowed down, reminding him that not only could he no longer soar in the blue sky with the skillful tactical movements as before, he could no longer even fly the imperial eagle.
Drive back to the airport 300 kilometers away.
"Then, let's die together!" With despair in his eyes, Aokino suddenly pushed the lever and swooped down toward the Independence Regiment's No. 1 position like a moth flying into a flame.
"Damn it, your mother, fire, fire." Zhao Ergou watched the Japanese aircraft 200 meters away suddenly lowered its head and pounced here. His heart felt frightened, but he stood straight and continued roaring without evading.
The Japanese are so special that they don't care about their lives, but their artillery battalion is definitely not a coward either.
Almost all the anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns fired wildly at the desperate Japanese aircraft at the same time. The dense bullets from the eight anti-aircraft machine guns instantly smashed the stalled Japanese aircraft's cabin cover into pieces. I didn't even see the result of the battle with the enemy.
The brave Japanese army aviation captain was beaten directly into a sieve. Dozens of bullets almost turned him into a puddle of rotten flesh while sitting on his seat.
The Japanese captain who had a weird smile on his face at the moment he pushed down the lever still failed to achieve his wish. When the Japanese aircraft, which had lost control of the pilot, was still 80 meters away from the Chinese position, a 20mm caliber artillery shell finally hit the aircraft.
tank.
With a "boom", the Japanese plane turned into a ball of fire in the air and crashed diagonally towards the hillside only fifty meters away from the air defense position.
"You stupid little devil, you are so stubborn." Zhao Ergou, who was swept away by the shock wave of the plane's explosion at such a close range, got up from the ground with a gray face, spat out a mouth full of dirt, and cursed angrily.
In one sentence, he continued to roar: "If you are not dead, keep beating me."
Like a frightened bird, Suzuki Masao jumped up to an altitude of 2,500 meters and glanced at the rising firelight below the gap in the clouds. He couldn't help but quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead under his flight hat.
The reason why he can still wipe away the sweat now is really a fluke. The Chinese are simply too cunning. They used machine guns to show weakness, then waited for their main fleet to drop bombs in retaliation, and then opened fire suddenly at the lowest altitude. Moreover, the artillery fire was so fierce.
And his decoy was temporarily let go. For the cunning Chinese, the fleet of ten fighter planes led by Captain Aoki was their sumptuous meal.
However, how many of his colleagues can come back alive now? Suzuki Masao's anger has long gone, and a sense of sadness is filling his heart.
The Japanese aircraft that chose to flee immediately had a much higher chance of survival. The three Japanese aircraft that dared to dive and attack attracted at least half of the firepower.
In the end, except for one unlucky guy who was hit by dense bullets and anti-aircraft guns and caused thick smoke and had to parachute and abandon the plane, there were still six Japanese planes that were still in shock and jumped into the white clouds in the blue sky.
This time, the result of the two air defense positions was 4 Japanese planes. The three Japanese planes and their pilots became bright fireworks on the Taihang Mountains. One Japanese plane disappeared into the mountains with thick smoke, leaving a flower in the sky.
Dazzling white flowers.
The troops on the ground have already heard the news, and they belong to Zeng Wanzhong's Third Army.
After seeing the white flowers blooming in the sky, the Army Lieutenant General hiding in the underground bunker even issued the order to capture the Japanese parachuting pilot alive earlier than Liu Tuanzuo.
This was a complete gift, comparable to the feat of destroying five Japanese aircraft and wiping out a cavalry regiment over Niangziguan.
You must know that since the war started, whether it is the southeastern theater where the fighting is in full swing and has suffered heavy casualties, or the northern theater where there have been consecutive defeats, not to mention capturing Japanese pilots alive, even Japanese infantry prisoners have been very few. The Japanese aggressors who advocate the spirit of Bushido have been heavily surrounded.
Or they were injured and lost the ability to resist. They either fired grenades and died together with the Chinese soldiers who tried to catch them, or they committed suicide by drinking bullets. It was so hard that it made people palpitate.
The independent regiment did not send out infantry to search.
The anti-aircraft machine gun that was still roaring had already expressed Zhao Ergou's anger.
"Eight of my men have died, but only five of the Japanese have died, and I haven't even settled my fortune yet." This was Zhao Ergou's thundering roar over the walkie-talkie.
"Tuanzu!" Ye Zihua, who rushed here, looked a little unhappy.
He was not in the habit of shooting defenseless enemy soldiers.
Looking up at the Japanese plane that had disappeared into the clouds but could still hear the roar of the plane, Liu Lang narrowed his eyes and said, "Follow him!"
In just two words, the fate of the Japanese parachuting pilot had been sealed.
It is not easy to shoot an aircraft that is moving at high speed with an anti-aircraft machine gun. It is certainly not difficult to shoot a parachute that is slowly falling from the sky. However, the machine gun bullets only shoot around the falling parachute flowers and just miss.
Feeling the ballistic paths passing by at high speed from a distance of more than 20 meters or even more than ten meters, the Japanese pilots in the air screamed in horror and twisted their bodies desperately in an attempt to change the direction of the parachute, thereby proving themselves to their companions.
Still alive.
"Damn the Chinese, they actually shot at the imperial warriors who had parachuted." The Japanese pilots in the sky saw this scene from above, and they all yelled in anger.
However, Suzuki Masao, who had replaced Captain Aokino who died in the battle and obtained the command of the squadron, felt a chill behind him, as if he saw another conspiracy coming towards him.
Without thinking, he drew a large arc and drilled out of the clouds at high altitude. The fuselage swung and dived to an altitude of 1,500 meters before dropping the two aerial bombs on the plane. Then the wings shook up and down and then pulled up again and headed towards Jingxing.
Fly away.
This is the signal to retreat. The 1st Squadron has already destroyed 5 fighters and cannot afford to lose any more. His colleagues who have already parachuted can only wish him good luck! He can no longer take the Imperial Eagle with only machine guns left.
They fought hard with Chinese anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns. Perhaps, there are more anti-aircraft guns and machine guns waiting for them below. The Chinese here are far more cunning than they have ever encountered.
Masao Suzuki's guess was correct. The artillery battalion had not yet evened out its losses in terms of the number of casualties. How could it be willing for the Japanese planes to escape like this? This Japanese pilot who was landing was the decoy that lured the Japanese planes to fly down from high altitudes.
But the frightened Japanese army was not fooled after all. After receiving the commander's order to retreat, seven Japanese planes dropped all their bombs and turned the Niangziguan area, whether it was the position or the mountains into a sea of flames, and then headed towards
He fled in the direction of Jingxing.
"What the hell!" Zhao Ergou watched as the seven Japanese planes disappeared into the clouds, and the roar of the planes became smaller and smaller. He threw his helmet to the ground angrily, raised his head and looked at the distance between him and others.
The white flower not far away had an increasingly cold look in its eyes, "I'll beat him to pieces."
The moment a dozen anti-aircraft machine guns received the order, flames spewed out, and nearly 500 rounds of bullets were fired at the parachute, which was only more than 200 meters above the ground in a few seconds. The parachute was beaten into a rag, and the Japanese army was like a bullet.
It fell rapidly from the sky like a stone and fell into the forest.
"Bastard!" The Army Lieutenant General, who was hoping to catch him alive, also threw his helmet.
In his opinion, living Japanese invaders are far more useful than corpses.
However, Lang Tuanzuo obviously doesn't think so.
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PS: The update is a little late. These two chapters are really not easy to write and are a bit slow. Fengyue has been writing from 8 o'clock in the morning until now! For the sake of Fengyue's hard work, children's boots, can you