All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 204, when the flight formation comes
Forty Japanese aircraft flew in from afar.

At first there were black spots, like a well-ordered flock of migrating birds.

Gradually, the plane got closer, and the plane got bigger, and the formation could be seen. It was arranged in a herringbone shape, like a group of migrating wild geese.

When it was closer, it was like a dark cloud.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army looked up at them, feeling like dark clouds covering their hearts, gloomy.

Nobody likes an enemy shit on their head.

Not like this shit is a deadly bomb, and there's nothing they can do about it.

The fighters feel fortunate that now they have anti-aircraft missiles that can shoot down enemy planes.

This kind of deterrence made the Japanese planes not dare to be as rampant as before, swooping down to throw bombs and shoot wantonly with machine guns.

That was really hateful and frustrating.

Due to the existence of radar, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army had already taken cover. Some soldiers squatted on the edge of the cave, watching the planes in the sky and discussing.

"Our missile, why hasn't it moved yet, beat the little devil down!"

"Didn't you miss out during class! Our portable anti-aircraft missile has a range, and we need to wait for the enemy plane to get closer before we can hit it."

"We shot down a lot of the little devil's planes, do they dare to fly so low?"

"If you dare to fly low, shoot down the dog, let's watch the big fireworks."

The soldiers of the Independence Regiment saw a lot of Japanese planes and shot down a lot of them. They were not afraid of Japanese planes and wanted to watch the fun.

A cadre saw their deadly behavior, pointed and shouted: "Hey, you guys go inside, don't block the entrance of the cave."

"Instructor, let's take a look here, and it won't get in the way."

"It's okay, the devils have spent their money this time, and there are surprisingly many planes. If the bomb falls at the entrance of the cave, all of you should be martyrs!"

The instructor taught them a lesson, and pointed to the cave: "Quick, let me in!"

Unable to watch the big fireworks, the soldiers walked in confidently.

The instructor of the Fourth Battalion stood at the entrance of the cave, looking worriedly at the increasingly obvious group of planes in the distance.He knows more than the fighters.

For example, the Japanese military aircraft probably would not fly below 3000 meters and let their portable missiles hit them.

The accuracy of throwing bombs is not enough to make up with the density, and it can be hit after all.

The enemy is throwing bombs on the top of the head. I don't know if the front line can be defended?
If the commander of the third battalion can't hold on, there will be nothing for their fourth battalion.

It was the first time for Zhao Gang to see so many planes. Fortunately, he did not have trypophobia, otherwise his legs would be weak and he would be laughed at.

"Old Li, there are so many planes that even missiles can't beat them."

"I know, it counts as much as you can fight."

Li Yunlong watched the enemy plane approaching, and replied casually.

He wondered, did he have the bad luck of eight lifetimes?

The planes I encountered in the first half of my life were not as many as today.

The little devil really thinks highly of our old Li... It's a bit too proud to think so, Li Yunlong is not so famous yet, it should be because of the goal he is guarding.

In any case, according to the current situation, it is certain to be bombed by devils.

He, Li Yunlong, was so strong all his life that he didn't want to suffer, so how could he let the little devil take advantage of it for nothing?
If you want to tease the tiger whiskers of his independent group, you have to leave something behind.

Li Yunlong held the walkie-talkie: "A radar station? Take out all the missiles at the bottom of the press box and throw them all on me.

Set off his mother's twenty or so big fireworks, to give the little devil a long memory! "

The arrival of the flight formation like a dark cloud is good news for the Japanese army.

Infantry No.13 Regiment, which was preparing for the third attack within an hour, the whole regiment went up and down, and seeing the plane was closer than seeing relatives at home.

They cheered and screamed excitedly, threw their hats up and waved the sun flag.

It's almost a disco on the battlefield.

The casualties of the attack were too great, and countless comrades in arms fell beside them.

Fear is not non-existent, but lingers in everyone's heart and dare not express it.

That will make others think that they are cowardly, and will be looked down upon and bullied.

The fact that the troops can survive until now is due to the order of their superiors, which prevents them from retreating.

Those who are alive need good news to boost their morale.

"We must win! The imperial army of Japan must win!"

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!"

One person chanted a slogan, and immediately countless people followed and shouted.

Finally converged into one word ~ ​​~ Wansheng!

They are too eager to win.

It is even more necessary to carry out a looting and massacre after victory, to vent the frustration and pressure caused by repeated setbacks.

The underprivileged are having a carnival.

The high-level Japanese army on the hot air balloon is calmly analyzing the situation.

"It seems that the eight-way air defense weapon is no longer effective."

"I don't think it should. The Eighth Route Army likes to hide their strength and is good at keeping the reserve team. They won't put all their chips on the gambling table at once, and they should still have cards in their hands."

"Really? But the planes of the empire are almost in the sky, and they are still hiding. The next moment the bomb will fall on their heads."

Tokutaro Juni was speechless, he couldn't come up with any other reason to refute Ushijima Mitsuru's point of view.

It's not the roundworms in the belly of the Eighth Route Army. Who knows what they think?
Gu Hisao is only a listener, unwilling to express his opinion.The smile on his face betrayed his thoughts.

Apparently, his thoughts are similar to Ushidoman's, and he is optimistic.

"By the way, how many incendiary bombs did they install?" Gu Hisao asked suddenly.

An officer quickly replied: "General, there are a total of two tons of incendiary bombs, loaded with thirty planes."

"Half of the plane has been lost, so it will be calculated as one ton left."

Gu Hisao paused, with an evil smile on his face: "One ton of incendiary bombs is enough to burn that small position twice.

If even a blade of grass can't survive, I don't believe that Balu can still guard. "

The incendiary bomb burns everything, and even a little bit of it on the body is enough to burn the flesh to the bone. The pain it brings is comparable to the most terrifying torture in the world.

Just bring it in and think about the kind of environment you are in, and your body will tremble.

If it is ignited by an incendiary bomb, death is actually a good thing, happy, at least there is no need to suffer.

General Ushijima Mitsuru cracked his mouth and smiled:

"General, I suggest that the frontline troops attack now, force Ba Lu to crawl out of the mouse hole, and let them taste the taste of being set ablaze.

When the eight roads behind saw it, they would definitely be terrified, and the attack would go much smoother. "

His proposal aroused the interest of Hisao Tani.

Immediate assent, turned into an order.

Burning people alive, Tani Hisao has seen many times, and he can tell several different ways to increase the suffering of the prisoners.

Burning to death is terrible and painful.

This may be a serious blow to the morale of the Eighth Route Army.

Many military officers are looking forward to, looking at the aircraft formation already in the sky, waiting to see a good show.

After finally regaining a victory, they must savor carefully, enjoy the pain of the enemy, and howl before death.

……

The time is pushed to 1 minutes ago.

While the radar station chief was hesitating, the voice of the aircraft spotter woke him up.

The radar system is certainly advanced, but who can say that there are no loopholes?
Aircraft observers hold binoculars and stand on high places to search and observe enemy aircraft with their eyes.

That's what the Eighth Route Army did in the past, and they haven't been laid off yet.

The station master picked up the walkie-talkie: "What's going on?"

"Reporting to the station master, the speed of the Japanese fleet is very slow. After a closer look, it is actually a trainer plane and an old transport plane."

"what?"

The station master became anxious, grabbed the binoculars on the table, rushed out of the wooden house in three steps at a time, raised the binoculars and looked in the direction of the Japanese aircraft.

He has studied the styles of Japanese aircraft.

Just by looking at it, you know that the observer is right.

Those planes are all outdated models, most of them are from the 20 years generation, which cannot keep up with the development of the times.

Generally, it has been eliminated as a trainer plane, which is used to train pilots.

Before, he wondered why the enemy plane was flying very slowly according to the radar calculation.

At that time, it would be speculated whether the Japanese aircraft was overloaded, which slowed down the flight speed.

Now it seems that he was tricked!

The technicians who chased him reminded him: "Station Master, the Japanese aircraft is approaching the sky above the frontline position."

Li Yunlong's wild and angry voice came from the intercom.

Li Yunlong was questioning, the plane was almost overhead, why didn't the missiles be launched to shoot down the Devil's plane?
All the pressure was put on the radar station master, he had to make a decision.

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through the webmaster's mind:
"Let's fight, shoot out all the missiles, kill as many enemy planes as possible, and it's over. After that, I don't have anything to do. When the sky falls, there will be a tall one to support it."

"No, as the station master, I must be responsible. I must maximize the role of the missiles. It is dereliction of duty and irresponsible to waste all of them on these old enemy planes at once!"

The idea of ​​conscientiousness overwhelms the clock when a monk hits the day.

The station master immediately ordered: "Launcher No. [-] is dispatched. Let me repeat, only No. [-] is dispatched and ready for missile launch."

He shouted to the technicians in the wooden house: "I said the horizontal and vertical coordinates of the plane, and you are responsible for locking the plane."

The station master decided to fight, but not all of them.

He wanted to try and bet on whether he could hit the command plane.

Destroying the command system is like destroying the enemy's brain, which can effectively curb aggression.

The other is to act as a deterrent.

Let the enemy know that they still have the air defense force, and they dare not act recklessly.

"Fourth row from left, fifth column."

"Fifth row, fourth column..."

The station master held up the binoculars, stared at the Japanese flight formation, and pointed out four targets in one breath.

On the radar panel, it can be clearly seen that the forty Japanese aircraft are in the shape of four herringbone, just like migrating wild geese.

The technicians quickly locked the target.

"Target locked!"

The station master who got the reply pressed the walkie-talkie: "Launcher No. [-], according to the locked target, fired four missiles in succession."

(End of this chapter)