Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 602 The cherry blossoms in my hometown have withered!

The two fighters drew a large arc in the air, then adjusted their direction at more than 2000 meters away, pointed the nose at the front of the No. 500 position, and re-entered the battlefield at an altitude of more than [-] meters, then lowered the nose and aimed at the No. [-] position The face of the plateau began to dive.

The Japanese army and the Jing'an army on the ground had already calmed down from the turmoil, looking with displeasure and anticipation at the shadow of their own fighter planes rushing in at high speed that had just frightened them.

Although the fighter pilots of the Imperial Navy are idiots, compared to the fact that they can kill the Chinese who can kill themselves, the Japanese Army still hopes that they can succeed immediately.

Comparing face and life, it's nothing!

800 meters. 700 meters. 500 meters. Soon, the altitude has been reduced to 400 meters again, and the Chinese soldiers in the field of vision are getting closer and closer, so close that Nagano Duyun can see the fearful eyes of the opposing soldiers staring at their plane , put his hand on the trigger of the airborne machine gun, his eyes were full of ferocity and arrogance, and he muttered to himself: "Come on, damn Chinese, tremble! Use your blood to confess to the warriors of the empire !"

"Da da da!"

Before Nagano Duyun could pull the trigger, four tongues of flame suddenly shot out from the bunkers at No. 2 Heights and No. 1 Heights, sweeping into the air.

It was not the machine gun hidden behind the mountain and hidden by the dense forest that fired first, but the four heavy machine guns in the bunker.

"Bastard! Playing this game again!" Nagano Duyun first tightened his grip on a certain flower, and then became furious.

This kind of land-use heavy machine gun with a slower rate of fire is not a big threat to aircraft galloping at high speed in the air, but what if the blind cat meets a dead mouse?
In the Battle of Songhu two months ago, when fighter planes were dispatched to bomb Chinese positions, the Chinese army without anti-aircraft guns used this crude land-type heavy machine gun and light machine gun to form a ground fire net to shoot at the air. There were actually two Imperial Navy fighter planes that were beaten into black smoke.

And when he, the captain of the squadron, returned to the mothership, he found that the skin of the wing had also been punched with more than a dozen holes. If it deviated a little by two or three meters, it would hit the cockpit.

And for the 96 bomber, which is not equipped with armor at the bottom of the cockpit, what will be the consequences of being hit at that position?Just thinking about it makes my eyes shrink suddenly.

This may be the so-called psychological shadow!Although the four heavy machine guns fired hard, they didn't hit Nagano Duyun, who was hundreds of meters away, but they gave him a shiver in fright.

At that moment, Nagano Duyun finally understood that he had encountered a trap from the Chinese. The Chinese were too cunning and used running soldiers as bait to attract him to attack, but they concentrated several heavy machine guns waiting here. he.

It's a pity that he was blessed by Amaterasu, and the seemingly sudden and dense enough firepower net didn't hit him, including the wingman beside him, after two Japanese planes passed by the terrifying area at high speed , the two Japanese pilots and their love plane survived unscathed.

This is also a gap in strength. Not only is the rate of fire of land-use heavy machine guns useless against high-speed moving targets, but the accuracy of Chinese machine gun shooters is also mediocre.

However, Nagano Duyun, whose mouth was beeping loudly, but whose body was very honest, with his balls almost retracted into his abdomen, had actually quietly shaken the rudder in secret amidst the endless scolding, pulled the nose up, and was about to start from a Flying right above Highlands.

As for the personnel bait that the Chinese voluntarily threw out, in fact, compared to the firepower they voluntarily exposed, it has not much tactical significance.

By the time he turns ahead and returns to this position, what the Chinese call cunning will become their own nightmare.

Two strong fortifications that can defend against howitzers will be completely ruined under the attack of his aerial bombs.

How can a hunter with only a hunting knife hunt the eagle in the sky?It can only be scratched by the eagle.

"Tanaka-kun! Raise the altitude, you left and I right, the next round of attack will kill the firepower of the Chinese." Nagano Duyun, who was about to fly over the top of the mountain at high speed, reminded his wingmen on the radio station.

"Received!" The second lieutenant of the Japanese Navy, who was only 200 meters away from Nagano Duun, replied on the radio station, while reaching out his hand and gesturing to his chief.

It was a gesture of confidence.

But that was also the last time Nagano Duyun saw a response from Second Lieutenant Tanaka Masaun.

In other words, this is what Second Lieutenant Tanaka Zhengyun wanted to say.

Nagano Duyun, who was taken aback by the heavy machine gun's blazing ballistics, obviously didn't notice. Even though he had taken the initiative to increase the altitude, the plane flying over the top of the mountain at high speed was only 150 meters away from the top of the mountain, which was almost equivalent to sticking to the top of the mountain.

The gust of wind from the wings of the plane blew away the canopy of the trees on the top of the mountain.

While the strong wind knocked over the trees, it also revealed the cannon emplacement hidden in the dense forest on the other side of No. 1 Highland, which is only 30 meters away from the top of the mountain.

Nagano Duyun's belly was just exposed to the muzzle of a Swiss-made twin-mounted anti-aircraft 20mm anti-aircraft gun.

Such a short distance and such an attractive target suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Tieshou who had already sat on the machine gun shooting seat.

So much so that Cheng Tieshou, a veteran shooter, was in a daze for a moment, just like when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, he was still thinking about how to confess his love to the 'Village Flower', but the 'Cunhua' took the initiative to say to him: " Brother Tietou, when will you propose marriage to my family?"

Huge joy filled the entire chest of the iron-headed company commander. He was so happy that he even forgot to step on the shooting pedal hard, but kept turning the wheel to adjust the muzzle of the gun to follow the direction of the fighter plane's continuous advance.

The captain and commander of the independent battalion's fire support company looking up stared at the sky, and the Japanese navy captain just looked down at the ground above the sky.

The eyes of two Chinese and Japanese soldiers of the same military rank collided. Although neither could see each other's face clearly, miraculously, both of them seemed to be able to feel each other's emotions.

One is full of emotions and ready to fight, and the other is full of horror and cold as if falling into an abyss.

"Damn it, I made you awesome!" Cheng Tieshou was not dazzled by the sudden happiness, after all, he stepped on the shooting pedal hard at the most critical moment.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two fire snakes suddenly jumped up, like two giant pythons that were preying, they suddenly jumped out of the mountain forest, and stabbed at the two Japanese planes that had just passed the top of the mountain.

At such a short distance, according to common sense, the 10 rounds equipped with two cannons are fired at full speed, and at least one or two shells can bite the enemy aircraft at a chasing shooting distance of 500 meters.

The Chinese soldiers hiding in the dense forest hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters away held their breath and looked at the sky.

As soldiers, they all knew that this was the first time anti-aircraft cannons were used to fight Japanese fighter planes on the three highlands, and it might be the last time.

Because, when the Japanese fighter planes were alerted, they would no longer be able to catch them by surprise.Machine guns will no longer easily reveal their position.

It's a pity that Nagano Tokumo is an elite pilot of the Japanese Navy. He has more than 1500 hours of flying experience, and has participated in more than [-] bombing sorties and more than a dozen air combat experience.

In the expectant eyes of the Chinese soldiers on the ground, the chased Japanese plane slammed the rudder to death. The whole fighter plane was like a frightened skylark, rolling and falling more than 40 meters continuously at high speed.

The altitude dropped rapidly, and the plane seemed to lose its balance and was still rolling in the air.

However, the two fiery red ballistics that were chasing it closely missed.

There was silence on the ground.

This is, did you miss it?
Must miss.

"Damn it, the Chinese still have an ambush!" Nagano Duyun, who was already dizzy and suppressed the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, twitched violently.

The sound of the terrifying machine guns reaping like a death scythe in the rear has stopped, and they still have at least three seconds to reload.

And three seconds is enough for his fighter to fly forward for another 400 meters. The Chinese failed to hit at such a short distance before, and it is obviously even more impossible at such a distance.

"You're dead, you're dead, I'm going to blow you up! I'll blow you all into powder!" While trying to control the fighter that was about to stall completely and enter a spiral downward state because of his extreme control, he felt ruthless in his heart.

"Mo Songzi, shoot! What the hell are you shooting!" Cheng Tieshou roared heart-piercingly as the sweat rolled down his forehead.

He rarely misses, but he really missed just now.

It's not that his shooting skills are not exquisite enough, but that the Japanese machine has agility far beyond his imagination. It even avoided the ballistic trajectory in the siege of two machine guns, and it seemed that it was about to fly a mile away to escape.

But as the last move on the high ground, MG34 has not yet fired a single shot.

What is Mo Songzi waiting for?Doesn't he even have the courage to shoot?

Behind a boulder less than ten meters from the top of the mountain, Mo Songzi, holding the butt of his gun with both hands, suddenly pulled the trigger.

The belt held by the auxiliary shooter retracted quickly, and yellow and orange shell casings flew in all directions, and some even flew onto Mo Songzi's bare arm with rolled up sleeves.

The hot bullet casings burned red marks on the strong muscles, but this did not stop Mo Songzi from holding the trigger tightly.

At this moment, the German-made machine gun with a rate of fire of up to 1000 rounds per minute and a long barrel of a heavy machine gun was fully fired.

In three seconds, at least 30 bullets are ejected.

The ferocity on Nagano Duyun's face froze, and he lowered his head to stare at the mass of blood that was spreading from his chest.

A bullet was shot from the rear of the cockpit, penetrated the not-so-thick seat, and penetrated the back of the Japanese Navy captain wrapped in fabric.

After being blocked by the iron skin and the seat, the warhead has been completely deformed, and its kinetic energy is no longer enough, but it is still enough to roll and penetrate the human body.

From this moment, Nagano Toun, who was staring down at the wound on his chest, knew that he had no way out.

But the fierce look in his eyes did not diminish, he still stretched out his hand to the mechanical wrench beside him, pulled it there, and the two heavy aerial bombs under the wing would be dropped.

Even if the Chinese cannot be killed by bombing, they will leave a ferocious mark on the land of the Chinese. The brave imperial navy will not be knocked down by death.

It's a pity that the 'brave' Japanese navy knights couldn't do it.

Because the one who hit him was a "lucky guy", a Chinese machine gun shooter who had shot down an observation balloon by luck.

This time, his luck was even better than last time.

Amidst the sound of the sackcloth being torn, and in the sight of the extremely disappointed Chinese soldiers looking up, a Japanese plane suddenly trembled a few times and emitted thick black smoke, and flew forward for less than two seconds. It turned into a ball of fire, its height plummeted, and finally, it exploded into fireworks all over the sky, even more brilliant than the fireworks set off during the New Year.

Finally, two loud bangs of "Boom, Boom" resounded through the mountains one after the other.

This is not the explosion of the aircraft itself.

Even if Mo Songzi is the son of luck, dozens of bullets all hit the Japanese plane, and a few bullets just hit the oil tank of Nagano Tsukumoza, causing it to be ignited and then detonated, turning the whole plane into a blast in the strong wind. A ball of fire, but a propeller-type aircraft with a relatively simple structure cannot blow up such brilliant colors.

If that's the case, the plane may be out of control due to damage. The most common situation is that it will fall headlong to the ground, crash into a mass of waste together with the pilot in it, and then be burned into non-recyclable garbage.

Mo Songzi hit the fuel tank.

But what really caused this catastrophic consequence was actually an aerial bomb that hadn't had time to be thrown under the wing of the Nagano Toun seat plane.

A few bullets penetrated the fuel tank first, and the crazily leaked fuel encountered sparks caused by the bullet jumping on the steel fuselage.

The horrific explosion of the 150-pound aerial bomb was caused by the high temperature of the instant deflagration.

The bomb mounted on the landline in Nagano has never been thrown out, just to find valuable tactical targets. Compared with watching the smoke rising from the bomb in the sky, he is actually more willing to see the enemy being blown up with his own eyes. Fragmented body, only then can there be a strong refreshing feeling.

Now, it has become the deadliest poison.

Isn't this very similar to life?How do you count life, then life will reward you with what you have counted.

The 150-pound aerial bomb is not as powerful as the 500-caliber aerial bomb, but if you know, a 75-caliber mountain artillery shell weighs only 6.5 kg, and the 150-pound aerial bomb is almost equivalent to a cluster of eight 75-caliber mountain artillery shells. The killing radius on the ground , about 40 meters!To put it bluntly, no one in an area about the size of a basketball court can run.

So, what is the experience of such a bomb exploding in the air?
The person with the deepest experience is probably not Nagano Tokumo, who is trying to express his bravery. He was surrounded by flames the moment the plane was swept down. The instant high temperature of 2000 degrees directly touched his brain, which was still immersed in Japanese bravery. It is cooked, not as fresh and tender as the brains in the traditional hot pot in Sichuan Province. If you have to use the sensory description of the taste, it should be a little old, crispy and crispy.

The Japanese fighter plane, which can usually fly more than 90 meters per second, has already flown nearly 400 meters at the moment of the explosion. The trees were swept down.

If it weren't for the protection of the boulder, Mo Songzi, a lucky shooter, and his deputy shooter and ammunition man would definitely be thrown high by the air waves and become the first victims of the independent battalion in this battle.

Even so, more than a dozen soldiers from the two cannon teams were also nearly deaf because of the terrible sound waves blasted by the aerial bombs.

This was the result of Cheng Tie's order early on to plug everyone's ears with cotton ripped out of their padded jackets.

The instigator was unlucky, but only Lieutenant Tanaka Masaun, who had the deepest experience, had the most say.

The last time his boss saw his gestures, he saw the whole process of his boss turning into fireworks.

In order to ensure the hit rate, Cheng Tieshou finally decided to use semaphore to inform the No. 2 high ground, and together with him to flank the Japanese plane passing over the No. 1 high ground, Second Lieutenant Tanaka could actually escape this disaster as the lucky one.

But I didn't expect that Nagano Duyun's way of controlling the plane was too awesome.

When rolling to the right, the distance between the two planes was originally more than 200 meters, but finally became 150 meters.

Therefore, when the poor Japanese Navy second lieutenant watched his boss who was a hundred meters away explode into a ball of fireworks, his expression turned pale.

It's not just that the boss is done.

Rather, he seems to be dying too.

In his suddenly dilated pupils, the boss's military plane that exploded into a ball of fireworks is not gorgeous, but the clouds in front of him are wonderful. Stormy clouds are not enough to describe the changes in the sky in the Japanese second lieutenant's field of vision.

It's just that the high speed of the blast wave didn't give the Japanese Navy second lieutenant time to think about idioms.

Just like a small wooden boat sailing in the vast sea and encountering a typhoon of grade [-], the [-]th ship battle lasted only two seconds before it completely disintegrated.

This time, there was no sound, just so silently, Second Lieutenant Tanaka Masaun and the fragments of his landline scattered towards the mountains together.

No one knows what Lieutenant Tanaka Masagumo, who fell from the air to the ground at a high speed, was thinking at the last moment of his life.

Because the cherry blossoms in my hometown have withered long ago!
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PS: Today is a small battle, and I wrote nearly 5000 words in one go. I feel that there is no need to divide it into chapters, so I will post the chapters together.Today is a big chapter!

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