A1n1 Type 3 ship fighter, with a biplane, a maximum flight speed of only 239 kilometers, and is equipped with only two 7.7mm machine guns. In Zhu Bin's eyes, such a guy is simply indescribable. He is so ugly that he can't bear it. His appearance on the battlefield is the biggest mistake since their birth, and he can even poke a bamboo pole.

But in the eyes of Volunteer soldiers who have no idea about fighter jets, these terrifying guys flying in the sky and having an amazing speed are even more mysterious and terrifying than the armored combat vehicles roaming the streets!

From the alarm sounded and the Type 3 fighter jet hit the top of its head at a low altitude, in just a few seconds, most of the people who were quick to react without hesitation and threw themselves into the trenches or searched for cover to avoid them. After only hesitating for a few seconds, the dozens of people who had moved for a few seconds suddenly became prey of Japanese aircraft!

Two machines and four machine guns fired together. The whistling bullets danced from the sky like four fire whips and pulled them down hard, tearing the neat tent open four huge cracks from the middle. The splashed soil and broken wood and stone pieces were arranged into sharply twisting earth dragons in an instant, and the few people who could not dodge were rolled in. Blood and torn body tissues mixed up to spray forward. The screams sounded over Baohua Temple for the first time!

"What are you all fucking standing up?! Dodge, dodge!"

Behind a wall of earth, deputy captain Zhang Guoshu watched his comrade's life so easily, and his flesh and blood were flying everywhere on the spot. His eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice was changing tone, and he was about to jump up and rush over and kick them into the ditch.

Compared to life, what's the point of food? I told you yesterday that you should respond correctly as soon as possible, why don't you listen?!

Zhu Bin squatted beside him, pressing his shoulder with one hand, making him unable to move. His eyes were cold to look at the Japanese phone climbing up with trembling wings, with a hint of sneering sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It’s not that he didn’t know that he would come to reconnaissance and strafing in Japan. As a key link in the three-dimensional battlefield, aerial reconnaissance and suppression are becoming more and more important in an era of more advanced technology. It can be said that he thought of this from the beginning, otherwise he would not have been taught such a lesson from the beginning yesterday.

Similarly, he had a way to directly shoot down these two Japanese planes, and would not even hurt anyone here, but he didn't want to do that.

He never felt like he was in his heart and did not regard these people as his own. These were just tools for him to unify the world. As a sword and gun to charge for him in the future, what he needed was these people to grow up and mature as soon as possible. To achieve this goal, the best way is to let them experience it personally and witness the cruelty of the battlefield with their own eyes. It is enough to engrave all living beings at once, and it is effective than him to repeat it ten thousand times!

So he did nothing and just watched the first round of shooting, seven or eight people fell in a pool of blood, hundreds of hatred eyes and boiling roars resounded through the sky!

"Little Japanese, I fuck your ancestors!"

Zhang Guoshu's eyes were about to burst! This honest man with no idea could not be the leader of a team, and he didn't know how to coordinate and manage and command, but he was sincere in his care for these comrades. From the beginning to now, he worked diligently to be a good brother, and took good care of their daily life and food in every effort to keep them in the best state for training. These people are his brothers!

However, now he watched several young comrades who were still alive and talking and laughing just now sacrificed their lives. He was heart-wrenching and angry and burned his chest!

Turning back, his blood-filled eyes stared at Zhu Bin, grabbed his front and shouted: "Where is your gun! I know you have a machine gun, give it to me!"

Zhu Bin gently pinched his wrist and moved away, and said coldly: "Give it to you, will you use it? Do you know how to hit these planes? Do you know how to calculate the advance quantity and ballistics? Do you know how to calculate the wind speed, direction and distance angle?"

"Me!" Zhang Guoshu was stunned for a moment. He had never heard of these words, let alone understood them. Whether it was him or these hundreds of other people, the consciousness of fighting in his mind was that it was enough to pick up a rifle, aim and shoot. Is there such a complexity? Is it not enough to fight in a war?

Zhu Bin knew that the heat was almost enough, so he let go of Zhang Guoshu and rushed out, lifted up the big box in the hut, and pulled out the most space-occupied m1919ax air-cooled heavy machine gun - the water-cooled m1917 Browning heavy machine gun was transformed into a high earth slope, pointing the muzzle at the sky ahead.

On the other side, Yu Baoguo held his m1903 sniper rifle, turned over to the top of the temple hall in silence, and leaned against the other side as if he was behind. He took a deep breath and slowly and evenly spit out, and the noisy world quickly calmed down.

The two Japanese pilots looked down at the fireworks slaughterhouse below, very satisfied with their results. They knew about this training ground a few days ago, but they had to wait until the people here arrived before they suddenly launched an attack. These civil volunteers, composed of anti-Japanese elements very unfriendly to the Empire, were more hateful than those regular troops that were fighting against the Empire Marines. They represented the ideas and mentality of most Shanghai citizens. These negative forces must be severely punished and attacked, so that they would understand how miserable the consequences of opposing the Empire were!

The biplane lightly drew an elliptical arc line to the left and turned its head, launching a fierce dive again, staring at the figure still running away in a hurry below. A hideous smile appeared on the corner of the pilot's mouth: "Die everything!"

"Buzz! Buzz!" The engine's sound became more and more dull, and the surging contained the power of adrenaline burst. When the trigger was pulled, the whip of flame roared again!

A fire flashed on the top of the hall, and the third type fighter flying in front shook slightly. Then a burst of smoke came out of the engine, and the body trembled violently. The huge potential energy brought by the large angle diving dragged the plane and rushed to the ground one kilometer away!

In the trench on the other side, a large piece of sparks suddenly appeared in the thick heavy machine gun. The 7.62mm powerful bullet mixed with tracer bullets gathered into an iron stream that was more terrifying than the Japanese aircraft. It was like a huge long knife that was head-on. The second Japanese aircraft hit it head-on without any reaction, and instantly hit dozens of shots. The pilot was first smashed by the bullets from the way up, and then the thick fuselage and the right wings burst into pieces and tear into wooden boards flying all over the sky. He dragged a thick smoke and rushed out seven or eight hundred meters and inserted it into the cold and hard ground, and exploded into a fireball!

"Good fight!" "Damn little Japanese, call you crazy!"

There was cheering on the ground, and the soldiers jumped out of the trench bunker, some rushed towards the plane crash, and some rushed towards the messy camp to see what happened to those comrades who were unfortunately hit.

Zhu Bin didn't say anything harsh, but stood on the raised mound of soil with a cold expression and watched them working. The dead soldiers were placed aside, and the injured monk helped to stop bleeding and heal the wounds nervously, and then carried them into the car and rushed to the hospital in the city.

There is no need to hit the drum hard. After suffering a loss, everyone knew what the meaning of Zhu Bin's training was, and no one accused him of not preparing for air defense early, because they had not transformed from their hearts to a real soldier. They obeyed commands in all actions. The soldiers took obeying orders as their duty, believed in everything the instructor and commander said, and unswervingly implemented... Too many qualities and qualities needed to be learned and exercised. This was just the beginning and an opportunity.

At night, the camp was immersed in a sad and tense atmosphere. This was just the first air strike by the Japanese army. There would definitely be something else in the future, including the army's night attacks or even shellings. Their life would not be easy. Such a life is the true face of the soldiers, and they took it too much!

Yu Baoguo carefully and meticulously provided emergency tutoring and comforting everyone. He must take this moment to cultivate correct understanding and mentality for the newcomers, which is crucial to their growth. Then he discovered that Zhu Bin actually changed into a black outfit and carried a full of weapons, ready to leave the camp.

"Where are you going?! At this time, as the head of the army, you should be with the soldiers." Yu Baoguo immediately blocked their way.

Zhu Bin looked around everyone's eyes for a week and shouted: "I want to go to the front line to avenge the comrades who died today!"
Chapter completed!