"Haha, here it comes!"
At Siding Mountain, Li Yunlong set up the artillery mirror and looked in the direction of the roar of the aircraft engine.
Dozens of planes formed a battle formation in the sky, flying towards the direction of the Japanese.
The artillery scope could see more clearly than the eight-power telescope. These aircraft were exactly the same as the ones he called last time.
It's definitely not a Japanese plane.
"Lao Li, show me."
Zhao Gang didn't know when he came to Li Yunlong and said.
"Don't you have a telescope?"
Li Yunlong said angrily.
"The telescope can't see clearly."
"I'll give it to you." Li Yunlong turned around and said, "Huzi, order the artillery groups to stop shelling, and the infantry will rush forward to collect the corn."
"Yes!" Huang Erhu took out a high-power walkie-talkie and ordered each artillery group to stop shelling.
As soon as the gunfire stopped, overwhelming cries of killing echoed from all over the canyon.
At this time, the canyon had turned into a sea of ​​fire, but the soldiers did not give the Japanese who were lucky enough to survive any time to breathe, and started to kill the Japanese one after another.
Looking down from the commanding heights of the canyon, we could only see a few gray waves rolling towards the enemy.
The mortar positions were quickly moved, and the mountain artillery group positions were quickly concealed.
Seeing this, Li Yunlong knew that the overall situation of the battlefield here had been decided.
Then he raised his telescope and looked towards the sky above Nancungou.
The group of bombers he called for had obviously seen the calibrated red smoke bombs, and they lowered their altitude and flew over Nangou Village.
"These bombers and fighter jets are really damn good things."
Looking at the plane in the field of view of the telescope, Commander Li couldn't help but lick his lips.
"It's a sharp weapon for killing devils."
Zhao Gang on the side also had fiery eyes.
At a certain dinner, brother Chen Feng revealed in a vague way that from now on, these bombers and fighter jets will belong to Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang.
It’s not that I won’t give it, it’s that the time has not come yet.
Commander Li suddenly thought that the Eighth Route Army used more than 300 cannons, more than 50,000 rounds of artillery shells, 30 bombers, and 10 fighter jets in one battle.
The scale of this battle should be able to barely take off Tubalu's hat, right?
Although Captain Li's phobia of lack of firepower has been somewhat cured, it is not yet cured.
He was thinking in his mind that he would try to use more firepower in the next battle, otherwise he would always feel empty.
…
The regiment headquarters and artillery regiment of the 2nd Guards Division 2 kilometers away from Nangou Village are on the march.
"Division Commander, Division Commander!"
Chief of Staff Shoichi Nakazawa hurried to Kunomura Momoyo and said in a hurried tone:
"What's coming is not an Imperial Army plane, it's an enemy plane!"
"Nani?" Momoyo Kunomura raised his telescope and looked at the sky in confusion. The next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
Sure enough, as Nakazawa Shoichi said, there are no Nakajima fighter jets, no Type 96 attack aircraft, and no Type 1 land attack aircraft.
Thinking again of the 9th Brigade being bombed by a mysterious aircraft fleet, losing one regiment, and then the 9th Brigade being wiped out by all eight forces, Kunomura Momoyo's face suddenly turned pale.
"Baga, this is an enemy plane!"
"Take cover now!"
"Prepare air defense!"
Kunomura Momoyo shouted an order, dismounted from his horse, and then plunged into the ditch on the roadside.

Chapter completed!