Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 359 The ancestors and ancestors have appeared (please subscribe, ask for a monthly ticket!)

The Japanese captain's eyes were dazzled by sparks that suddenly flashed hundreds of meters away in front of the wing on the left.

Although the scorching bullet stream is at least 360 meters away from the fighter plane running at 30 kilometers per hour, Takeuchi Okuma's neck seems to be able to sense the scorching heat of the bullet stream.

There was a cold sweat on the back.

He finally knew why the young Chinese soldier had the contempt on his face.

Because, he and his truck are just bait thrown by the Chinese, just like he used himself and his two wingmen as bait on the bridge.

Then, the baits all succeeded.

Three trucks lured him down to the sky, and he, as he wished, lured the Chinese anti-aircraft artillery positions to fire.

In other words, it's not just anti-aircraft artillery positions.

As the anti-aircraft guns terribly blasted clouds of white mist in the air, sparks were shining in countless places on the ground.

That was the Chinese infantry position.

Almost, they were all exposed, firing into the sky without any disguise.

Compared with the record that the Chinese used bait to catch only three of his fighter planes, his bait was a great success, directly hooking up all the hiding places of the Chinese.

However, Takeuchi Daikuma was not excited to catch a big fish.

Because the patience of the Chinese was obviously far beyond his expectations, and he just watched him swallow the bait completely, and then fired at the moment when he was most satisfied.

Looking up at the sky, the three fighter planes cruising over the south of the bridge are still 2000 meters away. Even if they rushed at full speed and dropped the aerial bombs to destroy the position, it would take more than [-] seconds.

That also means that if he wants to keep his bait from being eaten by the crazy Chinese, he can only rely on himself during this period of time.

Takeuchi Okuma, who was covered in cold sweat, didn't even have time to order the fleet formation to attack with all his strength in the wireless communicator. He pulled up the nose of the aircraft decisively and tried to make the fighter far away from the low altitude faster. At the same time, he also pressed down and dropped the 250 kg aerial bomb under the belly button.

That was the only option to ensure the high-speed maneuverability of the plane. At this time, he didn't care about wasting anything.

After gliding 30 meters in the air, the huge aerial bomb landed in an area [-] meters away from the main road.

The terrible air wave swept away the surrounding shrubs and woods. After the smoke cleared, a terrifying crater with a diameter of more than 6 meters and a depth of three to four meters appeared in the field, showing the power of 250 kilograms of high explosives.

Fortunately, the refugees escaped hundreds of meters away from the main road before the arrival of the Japanese plane. Otherwise, with just one aerial bomb, all human beings within a radius of several kilometers would have been shocked to death.

The two Japanese planes behind Takeuchi Okuma made exactly the same tactical action, dropped heavy aerial bombs, accelerated their ascent, and attempted to escape first.

The engine roared, and the speed of the Type 96 almost reached its limit. In the air, the fighter was like a knife swung by a soldier with all his strength. The posture was sharp and graceful, which undoubtedly showed the excellent tactical quality of the Japanese pilots.

However, just as Takeuchi Okuma thought, his bait was too successful.

Almost all Chinese soldiers took the bait.

It's like a fisherman who was satisfied when he wanted to catch a big herring, but when he lifted the fishing rod, he found that he had caught a crocodile.

. . . . . . . . .

Just like this, watching the three trucks being shot full of holes under the frenzied strafing of the leading Japanese plane, as the commander of the No. 1 air defense position, the hand of Cheng Tieshou, who had already sat on the Su Luotong cannon, almost fell to the ground. The cold handle of the machine gun was crushed.

He could have fired the gun before the Japanese machine fired. The Su Luotong cannon has a range of more than 2000 meters, and it can completely beat the Japanese machine to flee in embarrassment from 1000 meters away.

But he couldn't. The trajectory of the Japanese plane was above the bridge. Once he dropped the bomb, the retreat of tens of thousands of brothers would be blocked.

A commander with three machine guns and four anti-aircraft machine guns just watched the enemy kill his comrades one by one. What kind of suffering is this for a soldier? I am afraid that no one but the person involved people learned.

But Lei Xiong, who led all this and sent the soldiers to the road of death with his own hands, stood in the main trench with his hands down, quietly watching the Japanese machine fire, watching three trucks crash into the wilderness, and watching the head truck ignite The fire was raging.

Even though there were three words clearly written on Erya's face, which was full of tears ---'Executioner'.

It wasn't until the three Japanese planes left the bridge area and began to lift up extremely proudly that perhaps Arya could feel the inner anger of the cold commander he had defined as an 'executor'.

"Cheng Tieshou, fire! The whole army of Qiaonan, fire!
I want the Japanese to pay their debts with blood. If you kill three of us, you will pay for three of them. If you take one of the three Japanese planes, Cheng Tieshou will not be the leader of your fire support platoon. "

In fact, Lei Xiong's words in the back probably won't be heard by anyone.

Because, as soon as the order to fire was issued, the roar of the machine gun had already resounded through the sky, covering up all sounds.

That represents the vengeance of Chinese soldiers.

No one can quench it except death.

The light machine guns on all the infantry positions around the bridge were firing.

The machine gunners had already turned their backs to the sky, firmly propping the light machine guns that could break human bones against their shoulders. The muzzles of the guns were tilted upwards, aimed at the three Japanese planes that were struggling to escape in the sky, and pulled the trigger. .

The light machine gun's weight of 10 kilograms and the irreversible impact hit the bodies of the machine gunners hard, but they still chose to pour the bullets in the magazine into the sky.

So what is aiming and not aiming, what they have to do is to form enough barrages in the air, even if only one bullet hits the Japanese plane, it is victory.

Because the Japanese infantry had the greatest chance of attacking from the south of the bridge, Lei Xiong deployed almost 70.00% of his troops in the south direction, and each position with nearly two infantry companies had more than 15 light machine guns.

Looking from the air to the ground, bullets are shining almost everywhere.

At this moment, the wilderness, which has been silent all the time, is like a hedgehog just waking up from hibernation, suddenly opening its spikes.

The Chinese soldiers on the south bank have exhausted their best efforts.

No one cares whether the Japanese who are still cruising in the sky will drop terrible aerial bombs and turn themselves into ashes. The comrades in arms have completed their mission to lure the three Japanese planes down. If they can't keep the three Japanese planes It would be a disgrace to them.

It is better to be dead than alive.

This is the bayonet shown by the Chinese soldiers, and the hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese fighter formations. Even if they die, they will drag a few backs.

Perhaps it wasn't just the machine gunners who fired.

A thin Chinese soldier stumbled out of the woods, holding his rifle high and running wildly after the Japanese plane that was gradually moving away.

While tears were pouring down, he shot at the sky in vain.

That was Yang Bicheng, he knew that his elder brother would never come back, the moment when the Japanese plane passed by at high speed and the truck crashed into the wilderness.

From then on, no one took care of him, and no one comforted him by saying that he would become a real man, and he would kill the devil with his own hands to avenge his aunt.

No more.

But he is still a coward, so cowardly that he has not been able to personally kill a devil to avenge his aunt.

Maybe Grandpa is right, if the Yang family doesn't take revenge, they deserve to be killed.Otherwise, why is he the only one left when all five elder brothers are dead?A coward is not worthy of being a member of the Yang family!
The 18-year-old youth cried loudly. After Lei Xiong gave the military order to fire, he rushed out of the woods with his rifle in his hand, where he once felt safe, and pulled the trigger at the Japanese fighter jet he had been staring at, and then pulled the trigger again.

Hit or not, he was no longer afraid, tears welled up on his face, but his legs stood firm and his trigger hand was strong.

The three Japanese planes in the sky continued to rise amid the barrage of bullets fired from the ground, like three falcons, with a light and elegant posture.

96式舰载机的拉升速度绝对是日本军工设计师们的骄傲，堪称优良的性能足以在3分30秒的时间内将这种空重1.2吨满载1.8吨的战机送上3000米的高空。

It sounds awesome data, but in fact, after conversion, that is.
Rising speed of more than ten meters per second.

To put it bluntly, in the ten or so seconds since the ground began to fire with all its strength, Takeuchi Okuma showed their excellent technology in controlling fighter jets and the powerful Japanese industrial capabilities in the rain of bullets. In fact, the Japanese plane only rose more than 100 meters.

Perhaps, creatures like 'bears' shouldn't fly into the sky!Even if it gave him two big wings.

So, after the wailing young corporal emptied his magazine on the target, he saw that he had succeeded.

He kept staring at the culprit who fired the gun, and thick white smoke came out from behind his buttocks.

Could it be that the ancestors of the Yang family have manifested themselves?

(End of this chapter)