Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 382 I Don't Want To Die, But I'm Not Afraid To Die!

One man and one horse stand in the wilderness.

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

Just as Lu Sanjiang imagined, the corners of the Japanese navy major's mouth twitched in anger.

It was like a hungry wolf rushing into a pack of wolves, and suddenly saw a sheep not running around in panic, but instead raised its sharp horns towards the ferocious fangs.

As much as the hungry wolf wanted to tear up the daring sheep, Watanabe Junji wanted to machine gun the one man and one horse who stayed in place and raised their guns to pieces.

For this reason, he pressed the rudder again, and the fighter plane lowered another 500 meters from an altitude of 150 meters. The straight-line distance approached 200 meters before Junji Watanabe pulled the trigger of the machine gun.

He wanted to get a closer look at his masterpiece.

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

Why bother?As a prey, one must have the awareness of the prey, isn't it good to die silently?Looking sideways at the blood that was swept down on the ground, one person and one horse, Junji Watanabe, who successfully shot the target, lamented for the horses and horses contentedly.

On the ground, Lu Sanjiang, who was running wildly on his horse, burst into tears. He heard the terrible sound of machine guns and the familiar and painful neighing of the "big man". It proved that his elder brother had completed the mission he wanted.

He didn't dare to look back, not because he was afraid of being shot by the Japanese fighter planes that followed him, but because he didn't dare to see his brother who had once relied on him fall down.

Then he will definitely not be able to resist running back, he hopes to find his brother again, he is not that strong.

After all, he hasn't grown into the appearance his brother expected!

"Ah!" The Chinese cavalry howled like a lone wolf who had lost his companion in the wilderness.

But, still don't look back.

"Chinese, just wait! I will tear you apart again when I come back." Junji Watanabe turned his head to look at the Chinese cavalry flying across the ground at high speed and still fleeing to the left and right, and gritted his teeth.

By now, he probably understood the reason for standing alone in the wilderness, not for anything else but to attract his attention, and let the other cavalry escape.

And he was really fooled. A total of 30 bullets were wasted on one man and one horse, and he spared the rest of the cavalry. Originally, he could have killed more men and horses.

The wolf, because of a sheep, abandoned the flock.

The blood flower that once made him feel extremely bright and soul-stirring, was actually full of irony at that moment.

Feeling being ridiculed heavily, the Major of the Japanese Navy forgot to raise the nose of the plane. He was extremely vigilant about the ground firepower, and he originally planned to kill the "stubborn" one man and one horse, and then quickly raise it back to an altitude of 500 meters.

On the battlefield, any hesitation can lead to death, not to mention forgetting.

The Japanese Major didn't know it, but when he took the initiative to jump down 150 meters and pulled the trigger on the target, the 'hammer' in the woods, one mile away from his plane, pricked up his ears again, and turned his head to the north.

In that direction, the sound coming from it was not too different from what it had heard before, and it also made it feel scared.

The camera is not seen, but the voice comes first.

Finally, as a terrible roar came from the sky, the 2000 Japanese planes at an altitude of nearly 8 meters looked like frightened birds, and they all raised their altitudes one after another, and they were no longer circling leisurely like before.

"Major Watanabe, the Chinese plane is coming." A panicked voice suddenly rang through the communicator in Jun Watanabe's second plane.

Junji Watanabe, who was still gnashing his teeth just now, felt a chill all over his body, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

In the direction of the north, ten small black dots are arranged from far to near.

"Fire, fire, the whole army fire!" Tang Dao's eyes, which had been staring at the sky coldly, suddenly turned blood red.

The punch he hammered hard on the tree trunk beside him directly broke the tree trunk with the thickness of an adult's calf.

He finally got his own fighter.

No matter the Japanese fighter planes at an altitude of 500 meters or 800 meters, they will involuntarily raise the nose of the plane at this moment and crazily pull up, thus exposing their fragile belly.

He was waiting for this moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three red flares shot into the sky with Tang Dao's roar.

In the wilderness, gunshots sounded like popping beans.

Looking down from the sky, the gray field suddenly looked like a hedgehog that had been awakened, and suddenly stretched out its thorns all over its body.

Those thorns are sharp and hot.

The heart of Junji Watanabe, who hadn't pulled up the plane, sank suddenly.

He is not fooled.

Instead, he was fooled.

The Chinese are more cunning than he imagined. They are constantly consuming their lives and responding to bombs and machine guns with silence, all in order to wait for the arrival of their own fighter planes.

Then, he showed his sharpest fangs.

Such an army, how tough.

How cruel is such a commander.

No wonder they were able to withstand the attack of a hundred thousand land turtles.

"Pull up, meet the enemy!" Junji Watanabe, who desperately pulled the rudder and raised his head, roared and ordered.

In fact, without any order from him, the six fighter planes that were still cruising at an altitude of 800 meters and waiting for the ground anti-aircraft firepower had already begun to pull up the fighter planes with all their strength.

These elite Japanese HNA pilots all heard the roar of aircraft engines overhead. It was not the roar of the 96-horsepower Nakajima Kotoshi 710 air-cooled engine of their own 41 fighters, but the Hawker III they were very familiar with. There was a dull sound of the engine tearing the sky, and the Chinese fighter plane was coming.

Without too much panic, the Japanese HNA pilots made a judgment in the shortest possible time, and quickly raised the plane to prepare for the enemy.

Like their supreme commanders who jumped off the sky, their tactical movements are extremely standard and beautiful, like a falcon that cannot catch prey, draws a graceful arc in the low sky, and then lifts its head up lightly and gracefully, without any muddy water.

Even from the perspective of the opponent, even if they just sent their [-] cars and [-] most resolute soldiers to the road of death, watching the Japanese bomber formation that was suddenly attacked but panicked and quickly pulled up, Tang Dao could only offer his 'sincere' praise: "You goddamn fool, I'm still reluctant to throw away the bomb just like this, how arrogant I am!"

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

In the air combat that belongs to fighter jets, this is completely a proactive behavior.

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

It's just that their supreme commander didn't care about the stupidity of preparing for air combat without dropping the bomb at this moment.

Enemy planes were attacking from above, and countless blazing flames were spewing from below. For the first time, the Japanese Major felt the coldness from the shadow of death, but he still did not despair.

There are no more than 10 black spots being enlarged, which also means that there are no more than 10 Chinese fighter planes that are attacking.

However, there are 8 fighters that he placed on high altitude alert, including 6 800-ship fighters, and 6 96-ship fighters at a lower level of 2 meters in the air. As long as they are given 10 minutes to boost, the Chinese will only have [-] fighters Fighter planes must become the spoils of war for him to lead the fighter plane formation.

Regarding this point, the Japanese army major was extremely confident.

However, these are not so 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 be alive.

Unlike those companions in the sky, only he who is closest to the ground knows how dense the anti-aircraft fire on the ground is.

It was thrown along the simple road, with nineteen machine guns and more than 10 anti-aircraft machine guns placed on the front line for 20 miles. It was also because the Japanese bombs were forced to lurk thousands of times in the woods and bushes. Chinese soldiers vent their anger.

Both machine guns and rifles were firing.

Tang Dao's order was not for the air defense force to fire, but for the entire army.

Perhaps many rifle and light machine gun bullets are useless. The bullets that were originally fired flat on the ground with an effective range of only a few hundred meters will fall to the ground powerlessly when they are hundreds of meters into the air, and may even become the culprit in killing themselves.

But, it doesn't matter!
At the moment when they watched their brothers fight to death to cover themselves, few people were afraid of death any more.

As soldiers, they can accept the sacrifice of their comrades-in-arms, but no one can sit back and watch their comrades who live with them day and night exchange their deaths for their own lives. For soldiers, it is grief and shame.

They hope to fight together with their comrades-in-arms and go to death calmly together.

No one of the soldiers rushing to the battlefield really wants to die, but if they are really forced to that point, they die, so die!

Don't want to die, but not afraid of death!This is the real fearless army!
At this moment, the advance group that was trying to shoot every bullet in their guns into the void was like this.

No fear of casualties, just to shoot even the slightest bullet into the sky that can affect the Japanese plane that is still running wildly at low altitude.

On the ground, Chinese soldiers wantonly vented their anger.

In the void, lethal and non-lethal bullets dance freely.

In the eyes of Junji Watanabe and the three fighters following him, a net of death was formed.

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