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Chapter 380 I don’t want to die, but I’m not afraid of death!

   A man and a horse stood in the wilderness.

 Such an obvious goal, of course Junji Watanabe saw it.

Just as Lu Sanjiang imagined, the corners of the Japanese navy lieutenant's mouth were twitching in anger.

This is like a hungry wolf rushing into a pack of wolves and suddenly seeing a sheep. Instead of running away in panic, it raised its sharp horns towards its ferocious fangs.

As much as a hungry wolf wants to tear an audacious sheep into pieces, Junji Watanabe wants to use a machine gun to cut the man and the horse into pieces with a machine gun.

To this end, he pressed the rudder again, and the fighter plane descended another 150 meters from an altitude of 500 meters. It was not until the straight-line distance was approaching 200 meters that Watanabe Junji pulled the trigger of the machine gun.

 He wanted to appreciate his masterpiece more closely.

That bright blood flower is his answer to so-called strength.

Why bother? As a prey, you have to have the consciousness of a prey. Wouldn't it be nice to die in silence? Looking sideways at the fallen man and horse with blood splashed on the ground, Watanabe Junji was satisfied that he had successfully shot the target.

The valet lamented.

On the ground, Lu Sanjiang was running wildly with tears streaming down his face. He heard the terrible sound of machine guns and the familiar and painful scream of the "big guy". Japanese planes passed by at high speed above his head, and the surrounding cavalry were still trying to escape. Everything was in danger.

It proved that his brother had completed the mission he wanted.

 He ​​did not dare to look back, not because he was afraid of being shot by the Japanese fighter planes following him, but because he did not dare to see his brother who had once been his supporter fall.

Then he will definitely be unable to help but run back. He hopes to find his brother again. He is not that strong.

 After all, he has not grown into what his brother expected him to be!

“Ah!” The Chinese cavalry howled like a lone wolf who lost its companions in the wilderness.

 Just, still don’t look back.

“Chinese, just wait! I will tear you apart again when I come back.” Junji Watanabe turned his head and looked at the Chinese cavalry flying past the ground at high speed and still escaping to the left and right, gritting his teeth.

By now, he probably understood the reason why a man and a horse were standing alone in the wilderness. It was for no other reason than to attract his attention and let the other cavalry flee.

 And he was really fooled. A full 30 rounds of bullets were wasted on this one man and one horse, while the rest of the cavalry were spared. He could have killed more people.

 The wolf abandoned the flock because of a sheep.

 The blood flower that once made him feel extremely bright and touching was actually full of irony at that moment.

 Feeling deeply ridiculed, the Japanese navy lieutenant forgot to raise the nose of the plane. Being extremely wary of ground firepower, he originally planned to kill the "stubborn" man and horse and then quickly raise the plane back to an altitude of 500 meters.

 On the battlefield, any hesitation can lead to death, let alone forgetfulness.

The Japanese Major did not know that just when he took the initiative to jump down 150 meters and pull the trigger on the target, the "Hammer" in the woods one mile away from his plane pricked up its ears again and turned its head to the north.

The sound coming from that direction was very similar to what it heard before, and it also felt frightened.

 The machine was not seen yet, but the sound came first.

Finally, as a terrifying roar came from the sky, the eight Japanese planes at an altitude of nearly 2,000 meters, like frightened birds, raised their altitude one after another, no longer circling as leisurely as before.

“Major Watanabe, the Chinese plane is coming.” A panicked voice suddenly rang through the intercom in Jun Watanabe’s plane.

Watanabe Junji, who was gritting his teeth just now, felt a chill all over his body and suddenly raised his head to look high into the sky.

Towards the north, ten small black dots are arranged from far to near.

“Fire, fire, the whole army fires!” Tang Dao’s eyes, which had been staring coldly at the sky, suddenly turned blood red.

 Hit the tree trunk next to him so hard that the tree trunk, which was as thick as an adult's calf, was broken in one blow.

 He finally waited for his own fighter plane.

Whether it is 500 meters or 800 meters above the ground, the Japanese fighter planes will involuntarily raise their noses and raise them crazily at this moment, thus exposing their vulnerable bellies.

 This is the moment he has been waiting for.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Three red flares shot into the sky accompanied by the roar of Tang Dao.

 In the wilderness, gunshots like exploding beans suddenly rang out.

Looking down from the sky, the gray fields suddenly looked like a hedgehog that had been awakened and suddenly spread its spines.

Those thorns are very sharp and very hot.

 Junji Watanabe, who had not yet pulled up the plane, felt his heart suddenly sink.

 He was not fooled.

 It’s about being fooled by something evil.

  The Chinese are more cunning than he imagined. They are constantly wasting their lives and responding to bombs and machine guns with silence, just to wait for their own fighter planes to arrive.

 Then, he showed his sharpest fangs.

How tenacious such an army is.

 How ruthless such a commander is.

No wonder they were able to withstand the attack of a hundred thousand army ruffians.

“Pull up to meet the enemy!” Watanabe Junji, who was desperately pulling the rudder and looking up, roared and ordered.

 In fact, without him giving any orders, the six fighter planes still cruising at an altitude of 800 meters, waiting for ground anti-aircraft firepower, had already begun to use all their strength to raise the fighter planes.

These elite Japanese naval aviation pilots all heard the roar of aircraft engines coming from above their heads. It was not the roar of the 710-horsepower Nakashima Hisashi 41 air-cooled engine of their own 96 fighter jets, but the roar of the Hawker III that they were extremely familiar with.

The engine tore through the sky with a dull sound, and the Chinese fighter planes were coming.

 Without too much panic, the Japanese naval aviation pilots made a judgment in the shortest possible time and quickly raised their planes to prepare to meet the enemy.

Like their supreme commander who jumped from high altitude, their tactical movements were extremely standard and beautiful, like a falcon that failed to catch its prey. It drew a graceful arc in the low altitude and then raised its head lightly and elegantly without any sloppiness.

Even from the perspective of the opponent, even if they had just sent seventeen of their cars and seventeen of the most resolute soldiers to their death, looking at the Japanese bomber formation that was suddenly attacked but panicked and quickly moved up,

Tang Dao could only express his "sincere" admiration: "Damn it, you are so arrogant that you can't bear to drop the bomb just now!"

 Yes, because there were 8 companions in the sky, and the 6 Japanese planes that were ascending at high speed did not drop the heavy bombs under the belly out of self-confidence.

 In an air battle involving fighter jets, this is completely an act of proactive seeking.

 The speed and maneuverability, which are already inferior to those of fighter jets, will be further reduced.

 It's just that at this moment, their top commander could not care less about their foolishness in preparing for an air battle whether they dropped bombs or not.

There were incoming enemy planes above and countless jets of flames below. For the first time, the Japanese major felt the coldness of the shadow of death, but he still did not despair.

  There are only 10 enlarging black spots, which also means that there are only 10 incoming Chinese fighter jets.

However, he had eight fighter planes on high altitude alert, including six 96s for ship-to-ship combat, and six 96-ships for ship-to-ship combat at a lower level of 800 meters. As long as they were given two minutes to pull up, the Chinese would only have 10 of them.

Fighter planes will inevitably become the trophies of his fighter formation.

 For this point, the Japanese Army Major was extremely confident.

 It's just that these are not that important to him at this time. If he wants to see brilliant results, he must first escape from this deadly low altitude.

 Yes, those who are qualified to taste the fruits of victory must first live.

Unlike his companions who were high in the sky, only he who was closest to the ground knew how intensive the anti-air firepower was on the ground.

Those were the flames of nineteen machine guns and more than 20 anti-aircraft machine guns that were left along the simple road and placed on a 10-mile battle line. It was also because of the power of Japanese bombs that thousands of people were forced to lurk in the woods and bushes.

Chinese soldiers vent their anger.

 Whether it’s a machine gun or a rifle, they’re all firing.

Tang Dao’s order was not for the air defense troops to open fire, but for the entire army.

Perhaps many rifles and light machine gun bullets are useless. The effective range of bullets originally fired horizontally on the ground is only a few hundred meters, but they will be unable to fall to the ground after jumping a few hundred meters into the air. They may even become the culprits of killing themselves.

 But, it doesn’t matter!

At the moment when they watched their brothers struggling to die to protect themselves, few people were afraid of death anymore.

 As soldiers, they can accept the sacrifice of their comrades, but no one can sit back and watch the comrades they get along with day and night exchange their deaths for their own survival. For soldiers, it is sad and even more humiliating.

 They hope to fight together with their comrades and die calmly together.

No one who rushes to the battlefield really wants to die, but if he is really forced to do so, then he will die!

 Don’t want to die, but are not afraid of death! This is the true fearless army!

The advance regiment, which is trying its best to shoot every bullet in its gun into the void, is like this at this moment.

 There was no fear of casualties, just to shoot bullets into the sky that could affect the Japanese planes that were still running at low altitude.

On the ground, Chinese soldiers vented their anger wantonly.

 In the void, lethal and non-lethal bullets were flying freely.

 In the eyes of Watanabe Junji and the three fighter planes following him, a web of death formed...

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