Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 380 Not allowed!

As time went by, the Japanese aircraft formation was less than 3 kilometers away from the advance group that 'fleeed' to Shino.

The long khaki road, the convoy running wildly on it, and the horse-drawn carriages and horses running away in the wilderness have become more and more clear in the vision of the Japanese pilots.

Although the roads of the Chinese people are very dusty, and the motorcade rolled up the loess all over the sky to block a lot of sight, but what does it matter?When bombs are dropped on roads and fields, whether it is a car, a human body or even dust, it will be re-exploded into ashes.

There is no doubt that this is the main force of the Chinese fleeing towards Kunshan, which is their goal today.

"The teams will execute according to the original plan. The second and third teams will follow me closely. The fourth, fifth and sixth teams will be in charge of air cover. After we have wiped out all the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground, each team will be free to hunt and kill as many as possible." Bury the Chinese in this wilderness, and let those idiots in the army only pick up leftovers!" Watanabe Junji pressed the goggles tightly around his eyes with a ferocious face, and after giving orders to the formation, Gently tap the rudder.

The fighter plane drew a beautiful arc at an altitude of more than 2000 meters and turned.

5 Ninety-six Ships and four Ninety-six Ships roared behind the fuselage of the Japanese Major, using him as an arrow, like a flock of geese following the head goose.

However, no matter in the air or on the ground, everyone knows that this is a flock of 'geese' carrying a breath of death.

The large and small bombs hung under the wings of the 'wild geese' more than 50 meters apart are enough to cause a devastating blow to the wilderness with a cross section of more than one mile.

Watanabe Junji turned with 10 Japanese bombers in order to better enter the dive-bombing channel. The direction of the Japanese planes had an angle of nearly 40 degrees with the simple road.

Under the leadership of Junji Watanabe, 10 Japanese fighter planes made a graceful turn in the air in less than a minute and officially entered the dive bombing channel facing the simple road.

As the arrow, Watanabe Junji led the three ship blasters to lower the altitude to 800 meters, while the other two ship blasters and four fighter jets kept the altitude at about 2 meters.

This proves that despite his arrogance, Junji Watanabe is also a qualified air commander. He was not so impulsive that he thought that the more than 2 ground troops had no resistance, and lowered the altitude to 200 meters like his dead colleagues. Mi went to take the machine gun and shoot the convoy with the most obvious target.

What he has to do is to drown them with the blast of bombs, and then let the Chinese's few anti-aircraft firepower fire, and the other six fighters use bombs to eliminate the last threat of the Chinese.

Finally, comes the really exciting hunting phase.

The 8 machine guns equipped on the 96 3 warplanes can kill the Chinese infantry in the seemingly complete groves and bushes like hunting hares.

For the crazy bullet, it was just a trick to deceive the ears and steal the bell.

Although the height of 800 meters is within the range of anti-aircraft guns, for the confident Junji Watanabe, this is a safe area, and he can even be lower.

"Gentlemen, here comes the dessert before the big meal! The second and third teams pay attention, once the Chinese anti-aircraft guns return fire, they will dive in and kill them with aerial bombs." Junji Watanabe roared ferociously, hung up the communicator, and slammed Push the rudder and press down the nose.

The three warship bombers followed the fighter plane of the Japanese Navy Major, and the altitude dropped another 100 meters.

It is like a falcon that has found its prey, its speed is like a gust of lightning, and the heavy bomb hanging under the belly of the aircraft is like the sharp claws of the falcon that is about to protrude.

It made the Chinese soldiers on the ground who couldn't help but look up at the sky shudder.

Even the daring Lei Xiong, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood out.

Fear at the same time, more unwilling.

His tyrannical individual combat power is meaningless in front of the heavy bomb that the Japanese plane is about to drop.

As long as the bomb goes off within 50 meters around him, the chance of his death is more than 50.00%.

The fate of everyone is not in their own hands, but depends on when and where the Japanese drop bombs. This is obviously extremely painful for any strong fighter.

But this is the gap.

The current huge gap in strength between China and Japan is not due to personal will.

All Chinese soldiers must not stop their struggle under such a huge disadvantage, otherwise, the whole nation will be in darkness forever, and will not wait for the dawn.

Facing the terrible offensive that the Japanese planes are about to bring, those trucks still galloping on the road are the best answer given by the Chinese soldiers.

For that glimmer of possible dawn, they are willing to give their lives.

However, not only the Chinese soldiers on the ground felt fear, but the Japanese pilots in the air were not all full of confidence.

Because this is not the first time they have heard this so-called 'dessert before a big meal', and the guy who said this last time has long since died.

Could it be that another unlucky child wants to follow in the footsteps of the dead ghost?

The six Japanese naval pilots in the sky were also beating little hearts at that moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the height of a certain major is still at about 700 meters, Second Lieutenant Tang Ze Zhuoxing, who has already been reprimanded, would definitely not be able to help reminding his Excellency to be careful of the possible ground anti-aircraft firepower of the Chinese.

He held back.

Watanabe Junji couldn't help it.

The 280th ship bomber flying over at a high speed of 250 kilometers per hour dropped a bomb over the convoy. It was a [-]-kilogram aerial bomb.

Although the aerial bomb did not accurately hit the simple road with a width of less than four meters, it exploded 20 meters to the left of the road, but the huge shock wave overturned at least three trucks that were still running at high speed. The truck was like a toy car thrown down by a child, overturned and destroyed in the field beside the roadbed.

The fighter planes that followed shook their wings and dropped bombs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" After several consecutive loud noises, four large pits visible to the naked eye appeared on both sides of the road.

Fourteen of the seventeen trucks turned crookedly over the field, and four or five of them caught fire due to fuel leakage.

But there were still three trucks at the front that escaped the attack of the four aerial bombs, and the engines roared and continued to run wildly forward.

This result made Watanabe Junji a little dissatisfied.

He wanted to destroy the last mobile force of the Chinese, and also wanted to use this to attract the Chinese anti-aircraft guns, but there were still trucks running, and the anti-aircraft artillery and machine guns he imagined did not fight back.

Except for the horse-drawn carriages and cavalry who were still running around in the wilderness, the more than [-] Chinese infantry hid in the woods and bushes like gray mice and remained silent.

Thinking about it, it was the six fighter planes at an altitude of 1000 meters that made the Chinese cowardly.

They tried to use silence to preserve their already insufficiently powerful air defense equipment.

Since this is the case, then accept the humiliating death in silence!

Junji Watanabe, who had already crossed the highway and galloped into the distance, turned his head and stared at the three trucks still galloping on the highway, with a ferocious look in his eyes.

He had already figured out how to deal with these three tenacious trucks.

This time, he will not use the several 30kg aerial bombs mounted on the wings. He will shoot them with a machine gun. No matter whether the Chinese are stubborn or silent, they will be torn apart by his machine gun.

Looking at the 10 Japanese planes going away, not to mention the experienced Chinese soldiers, even Tantai Mingyue, who looked at the damaged cars with grief, knew that they would come back.

Because this is only the first wave of attacks by Japanese planes, there are still six Japanese planes that have not dropped a single bomb, and most of the convoy that can be used for consumption has been destroyed.

After they blow up all the trucks, they will bomb the woods next, and the casualties will be even more tragic.

It's just that no one knows when Tang Dao will order the anti-aircraft artillery to fight back, or he didn't plan to fight back at all.

For these precious equipment, he would rather spend his life at the cost of letting the Japanese planes wreak havoc.

Veterans who have experienced countless battlefields understand the commander's choice. Compared with the four Japanese planes raging in the low altitude, the six fighter planes at an altitude of 4 meters are like six hungry wolves. Come over and tear the defenseless flak and marksman bombs to shreds.

And at a higher altitude, there are still 8 Japanese planes cruising, which are not only an air alert, but also a sufficient threat to the ground.

Under the tactics of the Japanese army, air defense positions could hardly survive.

Fighting back can only be exchanged for death.

Perhaps, they can only remain silent as they are now, watching the powerful Japanese aircraft formation drop all the bombs, those who survived by chance bury the dead, and move forward to win a chance for the main force.

Once the main force hiding in the woods seven or eight kilometers away is found to be bombed, the casualties will be ten times that of this place.

Sure enough, the 10 Japanese planes turned around in the distance and aimed at the road again.

Only this time, the four Japanese planes took the initiative to reduce the altitude to 500 meters.

They surprised the Chinese soldiers by abandoning the more cautious bombing in favor of machine gun fire.

Who gave them such confidence?Amaterasu God?

Even Tang Dao's eyes narrowed slightly at that time, which was beyond his prediction.

But soon, he tried to stay calm.

This is not the most suitable fighter.

The four Japanese planes changed their formation, forming a "one" shape, and jumped into the low altitude one by one.

Put yourself at an extremely deadly low altitude, if the Chinese anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns fire, the probability of the four Imperial fighters being hit will increase by at least 30.00%.

Junji Watanabe, whose adrenaline was surging, knew this very well, so he started shooting 1000 meters away from the three trucks.

One hand is pulling the wrench that controls the airborne machine gun, and the other hand has been holding the rudder tightly, intending to turn and pull up as soon as it encounters an attack.

He wanted to catch the fish, but he didn't intend to make himself the bait.

The bullet hit the simple road, and the aroused dust formed two earth dragons visible to the naked eye. As the plane and truck approached at high speed, sparks shot out from the leading truck instantly.

In just three seconds, at least two dozen bullets hit the front of the truck, and the fate of the driver inside was unknown.

Junji Watanabe, who passed over the truck at high speed, could even see the heads of the Chinese soldiers hanging down in the completely dilapidated cab.

It's just that what he doesn't quite understand is why the truck is still speeding since the driver is dead?

It was because he couldn't see the driver's accelerator pedal, which had been smashed to death by a piece of wood, and the steering wheel was also fixed by wire.

People can die, but as long as the car is not destroyed, it can still run, and it can continue to consume Japanese ammunition.

This was the unanimous decision made by the [-] Chinese soldiers after the Japanese aircraft appeared.

"Fire, blow them up for me!" Junji Watanabe growled from embarrassment as he turned his head and looked at the truck that was still moving forward stubbornly.

The following Japanese planes fired one after another.

Crazy bullets shredded the iron sheet of the front of the car, and the exposed engine emitted thick smoke, and then caught fire, like a torch being held high by Chinese soldiers and moving forward.

One is like this, two are like this, and three are like this.

The Chinese soldiers who witnessed this scene all whimpered and wailed in pain!
Tantai Mingyue, great grief!
"Please fire back, Battalion Commander, the Japanese plane is only 500 meters high, and our army's anti-aircraft artillery is fully fired, and we will definitely be able to shoot them down." Cheng Tieshou asked Tang Dao to fight almost in the form of a plea.

"No!" Tang Dao, who was standing with his back to the lieutenant who was asking for a fight, had dangerous flames in his eyes, but he only threw out two words coldly.

An extremely cold answer.

(End of this chapter)