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Chapter 358 Roaring!Proud! (Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass!)

Because they are carrier-based aircraft pilots of the Japanese Navy.

In any era, the pilots who can take off on a vacillating aircraft carrier are the top group of people in the Air Force.

Compared with the arrogant grandson of the navy in their eyes, the aviation unit formed by the Japanese army is really a bit like a turtle, regardless of the bloated fuselage of the Type 96 land attack aircraft or the skill of controlling the aircraft.

As the lieutenant and squadron leader of this flying squadron, Takeuchi Okuma is naturally the supreme commander of the fleet formation.

As a rule, even if there is a target he wants on the ground, as a commander, he should stay in the air above 1200 meters and hover for vigilance.

What's more, the Chinese have used the crash of two reconnaissance planes to prove that they have a certain number of anti-aircraft guns, and their strength does not allow him to be so unscrupulous.

However, after entering October, Chinese fighter jets have long since disappeared from the skies of China. The huge strength of a formation of twelve fighter jets is the king of the sky in Songhu. The bridge spanning the big river, Takeuchi Okuma has long led his subordinates to reduce the bridge together with his guards to ashes.

What else is needed to use precious aerial bombs to kill humble Chinese civilians to lure the Chinese with pitiful anti-aircraft guns to fight?
Compared with using precious aerial bombs to blow up those panicked Chinese hiding in the wilderness to ashes, Takeuchi Okuma is more willing to kill them with cheap bullets.

In other words, he prefers to watch the Chinese flee in panic and despair under his machine gun.

It is really a cruel but beautiful picture to watch the prey be extremely desperate and then kill it with your own hands.

Life, trembling under the strength, is really an indescribable pleasure.

This kind of pleasure is really addictive, especially after he flew a fighter plane and killed countless Chinese soldiers on the road where the Chinese were retreating three days ago.

Therefore, Takeuchi Okuma ignored the warning of the Fleet Headquarters before leaving, and he took the initiative to leave the command position and become a spear that made the Chinese soldiers and civilians on the ground tremble.

He is, proud Imperial Japanese Naval Air Force.

Here he is, waving the scythe of death with his beloved fighter.

The three Japanese planes turned a large arc with a radius of nearly a kilometer in the air, and pointed their noses at the main road where the three trucks were rushing.

Flight altitude also drops to about 800 meters.

For Lei Xiong who was standing in the trench and looking up at the sky, the bait he threw had ushered in jackals, and he should have been delighted.

However, his face was a bit ugly.

Japanese pilots were much more cunning than he imagined.

The three planes took the initiative to lower their altitude and entered an attacking posture, but there are still up to 9 planes still in charge of vigilance at high altitude.

However, the most terrible thing is not this, but the direction that the Japanese plane chose to enter the middle and low altitudes is very vicious.

Instead of going south to north, they went south from the north end of the bridge, which meant that they were almost facing the trucks on the main road.

It's just that one is in the air and the other is underground.

An underground target with little possibility of escape.

Of course Lei Xiong knew why the Japanese aircraft chose to enter the middle and low altitude battlefield.

Because 9 of the 6 fighter planes are all in the airspace above Qiaobei, once the 3 colleagues who jumped into the low altitude are attacked, the 6 Japanese planes that have been eyeing for a long time will launch an attack.

Lei Xiong used three trucks as bait, but why didn't the Japanese army also use three fighter planes as bait?
From this point of view, both sides are brave and confident enough.

"Order the No. 2 and No. 3 positions. Without my order, no shots can be fired!" Lei Xiong clenched his fists again, and gave the order with difficulty.

At this time, he missed Tang Dao very much.

If Tang Dao was here, he would only need to be a charge general, instead of having to make such painful choices.

Choose to give up!Choose to sacrifice!

However, this is his mission, and everyone must learn to grow up in the war.

There is no passing line here, if you don't grow fast enough, you can only end in failure and death.

"Gentlemen, here comes the dessert before the big meal. No. 3 and No. 4 are in charge of observation and protection. If they are attacked, they can freely choose to fight back. The empire's military fortune is prosperous!" Zhushan Daxiong slammed the nose of the aircraft and roared ferociously.

"Empire, prosperous martial arts!" The proud slogans of Japanese pilots came from the radio communicator.

Three 96 carrier-based aircraft entered the dive phase.

Although the dive speed of the 96 carrier-based aircraft is not as fast as the dive bomber, the speed of entering the dive phase can reach 130 meters per second. The high-speed dive makes the adrenaline of Zhushan Daxiong soar. Entering a low altitude of 200 meters, he can shoot at the truck that is still struggling on the road.

Yes, he wants to blow up those cars full of Chinese supplies with his own hands, instead of using the two aerial bombs still hanging on the wings of the fighter plane.

Of course, there may be a less confident side in the heart of the proud navy carrier-based ace pilot. Takeuchi Okuma, who is good at air combat and rarely bombs the ground with bombs, is afraid that he will not be able to bomb accurately.

Under the extreme conceit, what is hidden is actually low self-esteem.

Amid the dizziness caused by the extremely rapid descent, Takeuchi Okuma looked aggressive, but in fact he was always on high alert. Once the Chinese anti-aircraft guns started firing, he would turn and flee to the two wings at high speed. die.

Although he is proud enough, he has never forgotten the tactical goal of coming to the Baihegang Bridge this time. The Imperial Navy wants to let the army horses understand that even if they leave the ocean, the Imperial Navy can still conquer.

It's just that the Chinese are much more cowardly than he imagined. Until he entered a low altitude of 200 meters, he could throw 250 kilograms of aerial bombs on the bridge deck at any time, and he didn't shoot a single shot.

At this moment, the bridge that looks like a giant dragon across the river has become his amulet at this time. As long as the Chinese dare to attack him, he will definitely choose to drop the bomb in order to maintain the flexibility of the fighter.

The Chinese remained silent, as he imagined.

The Chinese are indeed so cowardly.

Takeuchi Okuma, who let go of his mind, put all his mind on the truck that was still more than 100 meters away from the bridge on the main road.

Even without bombs, he can completely blow them up with the machine gun on board.

As for whether the ammunition in the truck would endanger the bridge, Takeuchi Okuma could already foresee that the Chinese truck driver would jump out of the truck and flee in embarrassment.

Although it is futile.

However, that is the only option for the Chinese.

However, the Japanese captain who had opened the safety of the airborne machine gun and held the trigger was disappointed.

No one jumped out of the truck that was only a few hundred meters away from him and could be reached in a few breaths. They still controlled the truck and kept moving forward.

Takeuchi Okuma was a little puzzled at that moment. He didn't understand why these Chinese people were so stupid and insisted on becoming parts of the same place with the car?But that didn't stop him from pulling the trigger.

Two 7.7mm airborne machine guns fired violently, and after the first truck was shot into sparks, the two bullet chains visible to the naked eye also covered the two trucks that followed tens of meters away.

The three trucks were densely covered with bullet holes and crashed crookedly into the wilderness on the side of the road. Because the lead truck was hit by the most bullets, the fuel was ignited by sparks, and the front of the truck began to ignite a raging fire.

The ground target was easily wiped out, but the Japanese captain who passed by the burning truck did not feel the slightest joy.

His face was even a little ugly.

It's not that the overturned truck didn't explode and didn't see any materials or personnel, which seemed weird, but the face of the young Chinese soldier in the first truck opposite appeared in his mind again.

Under the high-speed hedge, the shortest distance between Takeuchi Okuma and his trophy was only 50 meters. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for him to see that somewhat pale face clearly.

He could understand anger, madness, and pain on his pale face. Anyone who was hit by a 7.7mm bullet might have these emotions.

But why is there still contempt on his face?
Contemptuously watching the enemy who killed him passing proudly in his field of vision.

Could it be that the Chinese are relying on this spiritual victory method to fight against the powerful?

In some incomprehensible complications, the Japanese captain pulled up the rudder stick, and together with his fighter plane, which raised its nose slightly, it pulled up along the main road, and it was exposed under the belly of the plane on the ground, which was creepy and visible to the naked eye. The 250 kg huge aerial bomb.

It was like a sharp arrow that had just pierced through the opponent's heart, roaring!Proud!Over the land of China, the strength of the Imperial Japanese Navy is displayed to the fullest.

Until, the roar of machine guns resounding through the sky ruled the sky and the earth.

Takeuchi Daikuma's face suddenly became stiff.

(End of this chapter)