Chapter 357 The ancestors appeared (please subscribe, please vote!)
The Japanese captain's eyes were dazzled by the sudden flash of sparks across hundreds of meters of void in front of the left wing of the aircraft.
Although the scorching jet stream was at least thirty meters away from the fighter jet that was running at a speed of 360 kilometers per hour, Takeuchi Daxiong seemed to be able to feel the scorching heat of the bullet stream on his neck.
Cold sweat broke out on my back.
He finally understood why the young Chinese soldier had a look of contempt on his face.
Because, he and his truck were just bait thrown by the Chinese, just like he used himself and his two wingmen as bait on the bridge.
Then, the decoys were successful.
Three trucks attracted him from high altitude, and he succeeded in luring the Chinese anti-aircraft gun emplacement to fire.
In other words, it’s not just an anti-aircraft gun position.
As the anti-aircraft guns blasted terrifying clouds of white mist into the sky, sparks shone in countless places on the ground.
That is the Chinese infantry position.
Nearly all were exposed, firing into the sky without any concealment.
Comparing to the fact that the Chinese only caught three of his fighter planes with bait, his bait was a great success and directly "hooked" out all the hiding places of the Chinese.
It’s just that Takeuchi Big Bear is not as excited as catching a big fish.
Because the Chinese people's patience was obviously far beyond his expectation. They just watched him swallow the bait completely and only fired at the most satisfied moment.
Looking up at the sky, the three fighter planes cruising south of the bridge were still two thousand meters away. Even if they rushed at full speed and dropped aerial bombs to destroy the position, it would still take more than 20 seconds.
That also means that if he wants to avoid being eaten by the crazy Chinese as a bait, he can only rely on himself during this period of time.
Takeuchi Daxiong, who was covered in cold sweat, didn't even have time to order the fleet formation to attack through the wireless communicator. He immediately pulled up the nose of the aircraft and tried to make the fighter jets move away from low altitude faster. At the same time, he also pressed the button to drop the 250 kilogram aerial bomb under the belly of the aircraft.
button.
That was the only option to ensure the high-speed maneuverability of the aircraft. At this time, he couldn't care less about what was wasted.
The huge aerial bomb glided in the air for a hundred meters and landed in an area of 30 meters from the main road.
The terrible air wave swept away the surrounding shrubs and woods. After the smoke cleared, a terrifying large pit with a diameter of more than 6 meters and a depth of three to four meters appeared in the field, demonstrating the power of 250 kilograms of high explosives.
Luckily, the refugees fled several hundred meters away from the main road before the Japanese plane arrived. Otherwise, just this one aerial bomb would have killed everyone within a few thousand meters.
The two Japanese planes following Takeuchi Daokuma made exactly the same tactical moves, dropping heavy bombs and accelerating upward in an attempt to escape first.
The engine roared, almost pushing the Type 96 to the limit of speed. The fighter plane in the air was like a knife wielded by a warrior with all his strength. The posture was sharp and graceful, which undoubtedly showed the excellent tactical qualities of the Japanese pilots.
It’s just that, as Takeuchi Daxiong thought, his bait was too successful.
Almost all Chinese soldiers took the bait.
Just like a fisherman who originally wanted to catch a big herring and felt quite satisfied, but when he raised his fishing rod, he found that he had caught a crocodile...
Just watching helplessly, three trucks were riddled with holes under the frenzied fire from the leading Japanese aircraft. As the commander of the No. 1 air defense position, Cheng Tieshou, who had already sat on the Sulotong machine gun, almost used his hand to
The cold handle of the machine gun was crushed.
He could have fired before the Japanese planes fired. The Sulotong machine gun had a range of more than 2,000 meters, so it was possible to shoot down the Japanese planes and flee in panic from 1,000 meters away.
But he couldn't. The flight path of the Japanese plane was right on the bridge. Once he dropped the bomb, the retreat of tens of thousands of brothers would be blocked.
The commander with three machine guns and four anti-aircraft machine guns just watched the enemy kill his comrades one by one. What kind of torture this is for a soldier, except for the person involved, I am afraid no one can
People know.
But Lei Xiong, who led all this and personally sent the soldiers to the road of certain death, stood in the main trench with his hands down, quietly watching the Japanese planes fire, watching the three trucks crash into the wilderness, and watching the lead truck burst into flames.
A raging fire.
Even though Erya’s face was filled with tears, there were three words written clearly on her face - ‘executioner’.
Until the three Japanese planes left the bridge area and began to pull up with great pride, Erya might be able to feel the inner anger of the cold commander who he had defined as the 'executioner'.
“Cheng Tietsou, open fire! All Qiaonan troops, open fire!
I want the Japanese to pay for their blood debt. If they kill three of us, I will pay for three of them and three Japanese planes. If one of them is lost, Cheng Tietsou, you, will not be the leader of the fire support platoon."
In fact, it is estimated that no one could hear what Lei Xiong said next.
Because, as soon as the order to fire was given, the roar of the machine gun had already resounded through the sky, covering up all sounds.
That represents the flames of revenge of Chinese soldiers.
No one can extinguish it except death.
The light machine guns on all the infantry positions around the bridge were firing.
The machine gunners had already turned their backs to the sky, holding the light machine guns that could break human bones against their shoulders, tilting the muzzles upward, aiming at the three Japanese planes struggling to escape in the sky, and pulling the triggers.
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The light machine gun's 10-kilogram body weight and the unmitigated impact force hit the machine gunners' bodies hard, but they still chose to pour the bullets in the magazine into the sky.
So what is the point of aiming? What they have to do is to form enough barrages in the air. Even if only one bullet hits the Japanese plane, it is victory.
Since the Japanese infantry had the greatest chance of attacking from the south of the bridge, Lei Xiong deployed almost 70% of his troops in the south direction, with more than 15 light machine guns on each position with a strength of nearly two infantry companies.
Looking from the air to the ground, there are sparkles shining almost everywhere.
The wilderness that has always maintained silence is, at this moment, like a hedgehog that has just woken up from hibernation and suddenly spreads its spikes.
The Chinese soldiers on the south bank have exhausted all their strength.
No one cares whether the Japanese planes still cruising in the sky will drop terrible aerial bombs and turn themselves into ashes. The comrades have completed their mission and lured the three Japanese planes down. If they cannot keep these three Japanese planes,
Well, that would be their shame.
It is better to be alive than to be dead.
This is a Chinese soldier showing his bayonet and engaging in a hand-to-hand battle with a formation of Japanese fighter planes. Even if he dies, he still has to drag a few people behind him.
Perhaps it was not just the machine gunners who fired.
A thin Chinese soldier stumbled out of the woods, holding his rifle high and running wildly after the Japanese plane that was getting away.
With tears streaming down his face, he shot into the sky in vain.
That was Yang Bicheng. He knew that his brother would never come back. The Japanese plane passed by at high speed and the truck crashed into the wilderness.
From then on, no one took care of him, and no one comforted him, saying that he would become a real man and that he would kill the Japanese with his own hands to avenge his aunt.
there is none left.
But he is still a coward. He is so cowardly that he has not been able to kill a Japanese with his own hands to avenge his aunt.
Perhaps grandpa is right. If the Yang family does not take revenge, it will deserve to be exterminated. Otherwise, why is he the only one left when all five brothers are dead? A coward is not worthy of being a member of the Yang family!
The 18-year-old youth cried loudly. After Lei Xiong gave the military order to open fire, he rushed out of the woods where he once felt safe with his rifle, pulled the trigger, and then pulled the trigger again at the Japanese fighter jet he had been staring at.
Whether he could hit it or not, he was no longer afraid, tears welled up on his face, but his legs stood firm and his hand that pulled the trigger was strong.
The three Japanese planes in the sky continued to rise amidst the hail of bullets fired from the ground, like three falcons, with light and elegant postures.
The lifting speed of the Type 96 carrier-based aircraft is definitely the pride of Japanese military designers. Its excellent performance is enough to send this fighter aircraft with an empty weight of 1.2 tons and a full load of 1.8 tons up to 3,000 meters in 3 minutes and 30 seconds.
high altitude.
Sounds like very impressive data, but actually converted, that is
A speed of more than ten meters per second.
To put it bluntly, during the ten seconds or so when the Takeuchi Bears started firing with all their might from the ground and displayed their excellent skills in controlling fighter planes and the strength of Japanese industrial capabilities in the hail of bullets, the Japanese planes actually only climbed over a hundred meters.
Perhaps, a creature like "Bear" shouldn't fly into the sky! Even if it is given two big wings.
So, after the wailing young soldier emptied his magazine at the target, he saw that he succeeded.
He kept staring closely at the culprit who fired the gun, and thick white smoke came out from behind his butt.
Could it be said that the ancestors of the Yang family have manifested themselves?
