Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2775 The Cursed Saito Ichiro!

Time goes back to Sanchongguan around six o'clock in the afternoon!

As night fell, a Japanese reconnaissance plane flew from the southeast and circled over Sanchongguan.

The Japanese pilot in the reconnaissance plane stared out the window with his eyes wide open, trying to see clearly the activities of the Anti-Japanese United Army on the cliff of Sanchongguan in the gradually darkening sky.

However, as night fell, the earth seemed to be covered by a mysterious veil, and the situation above the cliff could not be seen at all.

No, it was because the Japanese couldn’t even see the people, just like the cliff above the Sanchong Pass, below the cliff was just a black abyss, nothing else.

The Japanese pilot immediately reported the situation to the captain of the air force base.

The commander of the Japanese Air Force, Ichiro Saito, frowned after hearing the report. Low-altitude reconnaissance is a taboo in air force reconnaissance, especially for a unit like the Anti-Japanese Battalion that has anti-aircraft weapons.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely. Sanchongguan was so far away from the Anti-Japanese Brigade’s base, and Lord Kujo was leading his troops there. How could the enemy dare to transport anti-aircraft weapons to Sanchongguan?

Thinking of this, he roared into the radio: "Low-altitude reconnaissance! Low-altitude reconnaissance for me! The Anti-Japanese Brigade will not deploy anti-aircraft weapons above the cliff. They will not have so many anti-aircraft weapons. Fly over at low altitude, be sure to find out their specific number and deployment, and then report to me!"

"Hi!"

Although the Japanese reconnaissance plane pilots who received the order were filled with anxiety, they had to bite the bullet and slowly lower the altitude by maneuvering the reconnaissance plane because military orders were as heavy as a mountain.

The plane was getting closer and closer to the ground, and the airflow created by the propeller formed ripples in the air.

The Japanese pilot stared down nervously, holding the joystick tightly with both hands, every nerve in his body was tense.

The three levels below, viewed from above, looked like the bloody mouth of a terrifying abyss monster, as if they would swallow up his small reconnaissance plane at any time, leaving not even a bone behind.

The Japanese pilot's face became more and more ugly, but he had to continue to descend.

It was very dark and the anti-Japanese brigade had not lit a bonfire, so he could hardly see anything.

Of course, if the anti-Japanese brigade lit a bonfire at this time, it would be considered stupid.

So the Japanese reconnaissance plane flew lower and lower, and its altitude had dropped to less than three hundred meters from the ground.

At this time, the Japanese pilots could finally see some outlines of the surface.

However, just at this moment, suddenly, a series of streams of light cut through the night sky and headed straight for the reconnaissance plane.

The Japanese pilot was panicked, his pupils contracted sharply with fear, the muscles on his face twisted uncontrollably, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Baga! What's going on?!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his hands frantically on the joystick, trying to control the plane to rise quickly.

The plane shook violently due to his panic operation, like a bird struggling in the strong wind.

"The captain is such an idiot! How could he let me conduct low-altitude reconnaissance? This is simply asking us to die!"

The Japanese pilot kept cursing Saito Ichiro, and with every curse, his voice trembled more violently.

His eyes were filled with despair, and the tragic scene of being shot down kept appearing in his mind.

He pulled the joystick desperately, trying to make the plane climb quickly, but the plane seemed to be held down by an invisible hand, making it very difficult to climb.

Bullets kept hitting the fuselage, and the "bang bang" sound was endless. Each sound seemed to hit his heart, making his heart almost jump out of his throat.

"Go up quickly! Quickly!"

He shouted hysterically, his hands turning white from excessive exertion.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the plane was still unable to escape the entanglement of the anti-aircraft machine guns.

Of course, he didn't know that the black troops had been thinking about how to shoot down the Japanese planes since they had anti-aircraft machine guns. They developed a complete set of tactics, although they were still a little immature and had many loopholes. But at this time, the Japanese pilots were panicking in the rain of bullets.

No, at this time the Japanese pilot had been suffocated by the bullets flying everywhere.

He looked at the dashboard in despair, the data on it were jumping wildly.

The plane had been hit in multiple places and was extremely unstable.

The Japanese pilot steered the plane hard, but his right wing hit a flying bullet.

Three large holes were instantly punched in the entire wing, and thick smoke billowed out.

"no, do not want!"

Seeing this, the Japanese pilot screamed in fear and used his hands to control the plane even harder, trying to maintain balance.

But the plane had lost control and began to tilt toward the ground.

"Saito Ichiro, you bastard! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The Japanese pilot cursed with tears in his eyes, his eyes filled with deep resentment towards Saito Ichiro.

boom!

Amid the desperate curses of the Japanese pilot, a bullet hit the fuel tank of the Japanese plane, which ignited and exploded, and flames and thick smoke instantly engulfed the entire plane.

The Japanese pilot was dizzy from the powerful impact and his body flew out uncontrollably along with the cockpit.

The Japanese cockpit was like a kite with a broken string, dragging a long trail of thick smoke and falling crookedly towards the ground.

Finally, with a loud bang, the Japanese reconnaissance plane crashed heavily into the cliff of Sanchongguan and exploded into a huge fireball.

The raging fire illuminated the dark night sky and also illuminated every Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldier.

They admired their own masterpieces with smiles on their faces.

The one-eyed man nodded with satisfaction. Their efforts this afternoon were not in vain. They successfully shot down the Japanese reconnaissance plane.

At the same time, the captain of the Japanese Air Force was in the command center, his face turning pale as he listened to the abuse of the Japanese pilots coming from the radio.

His lips kept trembling, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief: "How is it possible? How could they have anti-aircraft weapons? This is impossible!"

Ichiro Saito found it hard to believe this fact. He thought that the Japanese pilot was a fool and that he must have been shot down by the anti-Japanese brigade because of his improper operation.

What's more, the other party even scolded him, he simply deserved to die.

He immediately ordered two more fighter planes and three bombers to be sent to Sanchongguan with incendiary bombs to investigate the enemy situation thoroughly.

Of course, this takes time.

But perhaps the Japs no longer have the time.

Because the main force of Kujo Miyakita was beginning to implement an encirclement plan for the anti-Japanese battalion’s base.

He sent out an infantry battalion from the left and right wings respectively, and together with the Kitano Detachment to his south, he encircled the anti-Japanese battalion's base.

But what he didn't know was that the Kitano detachment had been completely wiped out long ago.

He was following Duanwu's plan and sending one of his infantry battalions to Changmagou to die! .

(End of this chapter)