Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2591 The Japanese are so funny. They dare to launch an air raid with only five planes?
Phoenix!
Duanwu and Ma Ping'an were standing side by side in the granary, looking at the golden corn kernels and laughing.

The golden corn was piled up into small hills in the granary, and the soldiers were busy packing the grain into bags and carrying it out of the granary.

Duanwu's face was filled with irrepressible joy. He reached out and gently grabbed a handful of plump corn kernels, and sighed: "Old Pan, look at these grains, each one is plump. If there were no Japanese devils, how well would our people live?"

Hearing this, Ma Pingan nodded vigorously, and then said: "Yes, so much food almost went to the Japanese.

Now that the property has been returned to its original owner, it is enough for our guerrillas to eat for more than half a year, and even enough to recruit some new soldiers."

"Haha, yes, the next step is to find a way to recruit new soldiers and completely build up the team."

Duanwu was also very excited because he had finally gained a foothold and the guerrillas had a bright future.

But at this moment, a huge buzzing sound suddenly came, and even Duanwu and Ma Pingan who were in the granary heard it.

Without any hesitation, the two of them took steps almost at the same time and hurried out of the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, two people looked up and saw several fighter jets whizzing past in the clear blue sky like silver arrows, leaving only dazzling tracks.

Duanwu's heart sank suddenly and his brows furrowed, because the tracks left behind pointed in a direction, which was the guerrillas' base.

Ma Ping'an, who was standing aside, also had a solemn expression on his face, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. It was obvious that he also knew what the Japanese planes were going to do.

Duanwu quickly ordered: "Quick, go and generate electricity for the base and let them prepare for air defense."

"Yes!"

Ma Ping'an immediately started running, running towards the communications room of Phoenix City.

Ma Ping'an arrived at the communications room and pulled the communications soldier on duty aside.

Because it happened so suddenly and Ma Ping'an was so strong, the signalman staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

"sorry!"

Ma Ping'an said sorry, but immediately ignored the communications soldier who was still in a daze.

He picked up the transmitter and quickly sent a message to the guerrilla base.

The communications soldier at the guerrilla base was dozing off on the table when he suddenly heard a voice coming from the radio and was immediately awakened.

He quickly began to write on the paper, and after a while he had written out a series of secret codes.

He took out the code book and translated it quickly. Then he was horrified and ran out of the cabin to report to Tang Jiujiu.

Tang Jiujiu's little brain worked quickly, and she immediately waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a few planes, go and have someone hang the clothes out to dry."

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The signalman was speechless, but did not dare to question. He just asked the nurse to hang up the washed clothes and bandages.

At the same time, to the northeast of the guerrillas, the huge roar of Japanese planes attacked again.

The roar broke the tranquility of the early morning, shaking every inch of land and the hearts of every guerrilla.

The sky seemed to be torn apart. In the morning light, several Japanese bombers were like silver death gods, carrying the shadow of death, approaching rapidly. Tang Jiujiu looked far away with a telescope, muttering, "They really came. Are there only a few of them? Duanwu is so surprised. There were many more planes than this before, but he was not so nervous. The Japanese are really funny. They dare to come to attack with only five planes?"

As she spoke, Tang Jiujiu shook her head speechlessly, then jumped down from the tree. She didn't care about the five planes at all.

At the same time, the Japanese bombers had already discovered the guerrillas' base.

Because in the woods they not only found a large number of wooden houses, but also many ropes with clothes and strips of cloth hanging on them that were constantly fluttering in the wind.

The leader of the Japanese flying squadron sneered, "The Chinese are so careless. Are they afraid that we can't find their base? They even put up a flag to welcome us."

Another Japanese pilot said, "This is probably the easiest mission for us to accomplish. In fact, we don't even need to use fighter planes. Can a small guerrilla group threaten the planes of our Imperial Japanese Army?"

"That's right! Get ready to drop the bomb!"

The Japanese squad leader gave the order, and the three Japanese bombers dived down without even adjusting their direction.

As for the targets of the bombing? They didn't even need to choose, because all the targets of the guerrillas were the targets of their bombing. This was the order of their superiors.

Then three Japanese bombers broke away from the formation and dived down.

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Altitudes are 4,000 meters, 3,000 meters, 2,000 meters, 1,500 meters,.
At this time, the Japanese planes still did not stop, because dive bombers had to get as close to the target as possible in order to accurately drop bombs at designated locations.

Of course, if it was an air raid on regular troops, they would definitely be more cautious.

But the guerrillas they were attacking were unlikely to have anti-aircraft weapons, and even if they did, they were only machine guns.

Therefore, the Japanese squad leader thought that as long as they did not dive to a position below 500 meters close to the ground, the enemy would have no way to deal with them.

Unexpectedly, when the plane just broke through one thousand meters, beams of angry flames rose into the sky from several trees at the guerrilla base.

That's the DShK anti-aircraft machine gun.

This multi-purpose machine gun, with its powerful performance and wide applicability, is very suitable for use by the guerrillas at this time.

It is 1.6 meters long and uses 12.7mm large-caliber ammunition. It can fire a variety of ammunition types including armor-piercing bombs, incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs. It is very capable of dealing with low-flying aircraft, lightly armored targets on the ground and even personnel.

With a firing rate of 600 rounds per minute, only a few such anti-aircraft machine guns are needed to block an airspace in a short period of time.

When used in conjunction with tracer bullets, the shooter can accurately lock onto the target under all lighting conditions.

So the Japanese squad leader's sneering smile just now disappeared. He widened his eyes and looked ahead in disbelief - those targets that seemed to be defenseless actually hid such powerful anti-aircraft firepower.

The bullets hit his fuselage like dense raindrops, and the metal on the fuselage burst into dazzling sparks under the violent impact.

"No! This is impossible!"

The Japanese squad leader roared, gripping the joystick tightly with both hands, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the dense rain of bullets.

But fate seemed to have made its verdict, his plane began to shake uncontrollably and the engine let out a desperate whine.

boom!
Then there was a deafening explosion, and the Japanese plane fell as fast as a kite with its string cut off, burying the Japanese squad leader's former arrogance and current fear deeply into the earth! .