At the moment when three fighter planes turned right at high altitude, a formation of six Japanese planes jumped to a low altitude of 700 meters over the river.
"Position No. 2 and No. 3, fire!" Lei Xiong shouted into the microphone.
"Boom! Boom!"
The unique roar of the four Oerlikon machine guns that had been lurking in the dense forest north of the bridge resounded through the sky, and the six anti-aircraft machine guns also spurted out tongues of flame, chasing six Japanese planes about to drop bombs more than 1,000 meters away.
The shells that were originally just sparsely scattered in the air suddenly became denser, almost scaring Sekichi Kobayashi, the lieutenant and deputy commander of the 12th Aviation Squadron of the Japanese 4th Aviation Group, who took over the command.
"Drop bombs! Drop bombs! Reduce the load!" Kobayashi Sekiichi quickly ordered over the wireless communicator.
As for whether the bomb can be accurately dropped to the target location at this time, it is no longer that important. What is important is that the fighter plane must maintain sufficient maneuverability.
Living is more important than anything else.
On this point, the Japanese naval aviation lieutenant who had just gained command was much more sober than his deceased superior.
As the sober-minded Japanese navy lieutenant took the lead in throwing the bomb, the two wingmen following him also threw out the bomb one after another.
Three large bombs and six small bombs slammed into the woods on the river bank, sending flowers and plants flying in all directions.
However, there are no positions for Chinese soldiers there.
When Lei Xiong deployed the bridge defense, he followed Tang Dao's instructions and placed the defensive position 800 meters outside the bridge.
That was not to prevent Japanese light infantry from sneak attacks, it was purely for air defense.
The result of shrinking the position and relying on all defensive forces on the bridge is likely to be that the bombs dropped by Japanese bombers will be reduced to ashes along with the bridge.
As for the defensive force on the bridge, Lei Xiong actually only deployed two infantry squads from Li Jijin's second platoon.
This defense model has obviously been extremely successful so far.
The several large aerial bombs dropped by the Japanese army were basically loud thunder but small raindrops, and did not cause any damage to the main force far away on the periphery.
That is to say, the little black face of Li Jijin, the veteran who is responsible for guarding the bridge, and the platoon leader Li were so frightened that as long as the Japanese plane was beaten and became angry and ignored the enemy, he would take it out on the bridge.
Along with his two squads, they turned into ashes.
If a bomb is dropped at random, there will be no place to run.
"Damn it, the bombs on this plane are too powerful." Yang Xiaoshan, who had left Tang Dao and temporarily returned to the second platoon, looked at the fireworks rising hundreds of meters away, felt the vibration under his feet and sighed, turning to ask his old squad leader.
"Squad leader, are you afraid?"
"Afraid!" Li Jijin thought for a moment and answered honestly. "But I'm not afraid either!"
"How do you say this?" Yang Xiaoshan was a little strange.
"Hehe! You have to figure it out for yourself, baby!" Veteran Youzi now grinned and showed off his big yellow teeth.
He habitually patted Yang Xiaoshan on the shoulder, who was now an accurate shooter, "When your baby figures it out, I can give up my position to you."
"I don't want to be a platoon leader!" Yang Xiaoshan, who had always been sincere, couldn't help but rolled his eyes and muttered.
Since following Tang Dao, the dream of the former superior soldier has changed. He wants to be like the Tang Dao he met on the first night, who can kill a small group of Japanese soldiers with one shot.
How powerful would it be if I could be a soldier?
Of course, he still maintains respect for his old squad leader.
Not only has he been taking care of him, but he can feel that this veteran squad leader has changed over the past week, but he can't tell where the change is.
Maybe, you are not so afraid of death?
At least, when the Japanese plane flew suddenly overhead, he still raised his head and carefully observed the flight path of the Japanese plane. In the past, he would have given the order to the brothers to hide! Then he would have run away before that.
On the way.
However, people who should be afraid of death are still afraid of death. When the platoon leader said that he was not afraid, his calves were shaking all the time. He hid his whole body in the fortifications piled with sandbags at the end of the bridge, no matter how close the Japanese bombs were.
It's only two to three hundred meters away, so it probably poses no threat to him.
Two Chinese infantrymen were discussing whether they were afraid or not in the fortification. The Japanese HNA pilots in the sky did not talk much, but they were definitely afraid.
Not only did the three Japanese planes that had entered a dive state drop bombs on the wide river, but the escorting Japanese planes hundreds of meters away on the right rear wing also immediately followed the commander's orders after receiving the order.
The bombs hanging under the belly of the plane were dropped one after another, and most of them fell into the river, causing water to fill the sky.
Lieutenant Kobayashi Sekiichi's face turned green at that moment.
His original intention was to order the three fighter planes that were dive bombing to drop their bombs, because the impact point of the bombs was on the river bank and might kill a few Chinese people.
But you three fools are in the nature of escorts, and the flight altitude is still above 800 meters. You are so anxious! Are you seeing that the Chinese people are not hungry for food, so you want to improve their food by frying some river fish for them?
This is the disadvantage of having to temporarily take over command after losing the commander. Misunderstandings can easily occur if the wording is slightly inappropriate.
But the most important thing may be that the two air defense positions far away on the north coast put great pressure on the Japanese aircraft formation. Even if they understood what Kobayashi Koichi meant, the three fighters took the initiative to enter the misunderstanding mode.
After all, you can run faster that way.
From the rapid elevation of the three Japanese planes that dropped their bombs, we knew that they no longer even planned to be escort planes. They had to first avoid being chased by the cannons behind them.
No one dared to ignore the crossfire of 7 anti-aircraft guns and 10 anti-aircraft machine guns at No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3 anti-aircraft positions.
What's more, everyone has no bombs now. After losing the most threatening weapon on the ground, if you want to escort, you can only go to a lower altitude, hold the two 7.7mm machine guns mounted on the nose, and fight with the Chinese
Shooting from human anti-aircraft positions.
Why, can it be said that only we have it and you three don’t have it?
"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes!" This sentence is very appropriate to describe the six Japanese planes currently in the crossfire.
It also reflects from the side that the temporary commander Kobayashi Sekiichi's ability to control the entire fighter formation is still far behind Takeuchi's Big Bear, who has turned into a pile of minced meat.
In this regard, the Japanese Army is much stronger than the more arrogant Navy.
Anyone who disobeys orders will be shot directly.
However, the Japanese HNA lieutenant who quickly reacted to restore the fighter plane to its highest maneuverability had no time to care about the petty thoughts of his subordinates.
Not only must he be alive, he must also have a record of success, otherwise, his temporary commander will only be temporary for a few dozen minutes.
With his achievements, perhaps, when he returns to the ship, the throne of squadron leader will belong to him. Then it won't be too late for him to deal with a bunch of bastards who don't really obey orders.
Therefore, Kobayashi Sekiichi, who had reduced his load, did not pull up quickly to avoid the artillery shells and bullets fired by the Chinese with all his strength. Instead, he pressed the nose of the aircraft, deflected the wings, and the fighter aircraft flexibly turned and entered a lower altitude, just like a target discovered.
The golden eagle rushed towards the flank of No. 1 position, which was spitting out tongues of fire.
No matter how reluctant the two wingmen were, due to military regulations, they could only follow the lead aircraft's tactical actions.
Advance in the face of Chinese artillery fire.
At that moment, Kobayashi Sekichi could be regarded as interpreting to the extreme what Takeuchi Daxiong had already demonstrated to the Chinese military and civilians, "as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon!"
96 Ship Battle: Crazy acceleration and dive.
Dive at a 45-degree angle toward Air Defense Position No. 1.
In just a few hundred meters in a straight line, the plane descended to a low altitude of 200 meters.
Absolutely super low altitude.
That is to say, there is no mountain here. Otherwise, the Japanese plane could commit suicide by crashing into the mountain.
The violent roar of the engine and the scream caused by the Doppler effect during the dive were like sounds coming from hell.
All Chinese soldiers and civilians on the ground could feel their determination from the crazy speed of the swooping Japanese fighter planes.
Especially the leading Japanese fighter plane, the aircraft maneuvered flexibly to avoid the rain of bullets sprayed at it from the ground anti-aircraft positions, and the two airborne machine guns on the nose of the aircraft began to fire back from 1,000 meters away.
Visible to the naked eye, the two whips struck hard in the dense forest on the hills, and the branches and leaves flew across, causing terrible damage to the air defense positions.
The firepower of the counterattack machine guns and machine guns on the anti-aircraft position was fierce enough, but one was a high-speed moving target and the other was completely fixed. The advantages and disadvantages of the two sides' situations were naturally clear at a glance.
At this time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
The late autumn evening in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. The sky is filled with sunset, and the broad and quiet Suzhou River and the hilly woods on its shore are dyed with a light red.
In this picturesque scenery, three fighter planes with fiery red suns painted on their fuselages, their engines roaring fiercely and crashing down from the sky, painted three lines of shuddering exhaust gas, and six lines of death-like smoke.
Snap the whip.
Just like Songjiang City, which is fighting a bloody battle dozens of kilometers away, this place is destined to be a
