Rise From Eight Hundred

A Japanese plane seemed to have suddenly fallen in love with diving from a high platform. It suddenly plunged downwards and soared almost 90 degrees perpendicular to the ground!

"Asada-kun, pull the rudder, pull the rudder!" the Japanese pilot following behind shouted frantically on the radio.

Obviously, he didn't see the look of his head hanging down.

Two seconds ago, a shell exploded less than 6 meters away from the cockpit of the Japanese plane. The flying shrapnel not only punched several thumb-sized holes in the fuselage, but also shot the Japanese pilot open.

A shrapnel that was two centimeters long easily penetrated the relatively thick flight cap and penetrated the Japanese pilot's head. The crazy shrapnel rolled rapidly after breaking the skull.

If the head is described as a pot, then the brain is like the steaming porridge in the pot, and the rolling shrapnel is like a stirring spoon. The porridge is still the same pot of porridge, neither more nor less, but its position has changed. .

You can stir the porridge at will, but the brain matter.

The Japanese pilot actually lost consciousness at that moment, but the sudden loss of feeling caused his spinal nerves to react. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, stretched his arms forward suddenly, and pushed the rudder to the bottom.

With such a wave of operations, the 96 fighter jet was of course like diving from a high platform, shooting straight towards the ground.

With a sound of "Boom!", the plane hitting the ground exploded into a cloud of fireworks.

The Japanese pilot who kept shouting to remind his comrades closed his eyes in pain. This was already his last friend in the Army Aviation Group.

Everyone said that Captain Sasaki was a lone star of evil, a ruthless man who 'sacrificed' his teammates, but perhaps he was the only one who knew best. In the six months since he joined the war, the losses of the front army's army and aviation were not actually huge, but only about approximately There were only a few dozen planes, which was nothing compared to the southeastern battlefield.

But among them, there are actually five of his roommates from the aviation school, a dormitory of 6 people, and so far, he is the only one left.

If there really is a lone star, then he may be the real one.

Or maybe, if it weren't for this war, none of his five friends would have died? A thought suddenly flashed through the mind of a Japanese second lieutenant named Asada Fukai.

Only when people feel pain deeply will they reflect on the underlying logic behind loss. Singing and dancing for peace and joy can only continue to encourage the growth of various desires.

This is human beings, a creature that arrogantly places itself at the top of the earth's food chain.

Unfortunately, Asada Fukai's reflection came too late.

This is a battlefield. The Japanese pilot's eyes are red because he was stimulated by the death of his comrade, while the eyes of the Chinese below are more like green. They are covered by the green mountains and forests, and they are so 'fat' The temptation of the bird.

Really, the Japanese are so cute and stubborn and are reluctant to drop heavy aerial bombs to reduce the weight of the plane. Who else would not want to give them a hard blow? No, it’s dozens of guns!

Lieutenant Lieutenant Fukai Asada no longer had to open his eyes, which he had closed in pain due to the pain of losing his friend.

A shell exploded just under the belly of another Japanese plane. The flying shrapnel did not penetrate the 500-pound bomb, but broke the hook where the bomb was placed.

Then, the Japanese fighter plane itself was maneuvering, trying to quickly leave the airspace covered by Chinese artillery fire. The powerful overload directly threw the heavy aerial bomb out.

More importantly, this fighter plane happened to be about 80 meters above Second Lieutenant Fukai Asada.

The fighter planes are flying at a high speed of 330 kilometers per hour. From a reference point, two Japanese planes with the same speed look almost stationary to each other, and the same is true for aerial bombs with the same speed.

However, this heavy aerial bomb also has an additional gravity acceleration.

So, in the eyes of a Japanese pilot further behind whose pupils were dilated due to extreme panic, the aerial bomb hit Asada Fukai's cockpit.

How much does a 500-pound aerial bomb weigh? It's enough to have O'Neal and an ordinary adult on top of you. The key is that these two people still jump down from a 30-story building and hit you.

Second Lieutenant Fukai Asada didn't even have time to open his eyes before he was smashed into a pulp. The entire fighter plane was smashed in half by the huge pressure, like a butterfly with its wings clipped, falling downwards at high speed.

The 12 fighters of the second formation led by Captain Sasaki suffered a quarter of their losses in just twenty seconds.

This result is actually very good. If the aerial bomb that deflated Second Lieutenant Fukai Asada had its fuse removed and exploded due to impact from a distance, the violent explosion energy group could even knock out several Japanese aircraft hundreds of meters behind. All swept in.

The Japanese infantrymen who were still cheering on the ground looked at this scene and collectively lost their voices.

But the Chinese soldiers were waving their fists fiercely in the bunker.

But this is not the final fate of this huge Japanese aircraft fleet.

Because the air defense position of the Fourth Line Regiment is not just these 9 machine guns, it is as high as 27, forming a huge triangle in the vast mountains, covering the entire group of Japanese aircraft that swooped down, regardless of the Japanese aircraft formation. Moving left, right or upward, the machine cannon with a range of up to 2,500 meters is enough to tear it into pieces.

Unless the Japanese fighter planes flew nearly 2,000 meters away from the battlefield, they might have a chance to escape the pursuit of machine gun shells.

But that takes at least 30 seconds!

30 seconds was enough for 27 machine guns to fire thousands of shells.

When dazzling sparks bloomed from a certain peak again, and another Japanese plane was hit and emitted thick black smoke, the Japanese pilots knew that they had been tricked.

Such a large-scale air defense position was no longer a passive defense, but an ambush!

It should have been a joke to ambush a soaring eagle with ground anti-aircraft guns, but when the entire fighter formation took the initiative to lower the altitude to a thousand meters for the legendary Chinese artillery position, this joke became a tragedy.

A tragedy belonging to the Japanese Army Aviation!

There is no shortage of brave people among the Japanese pilots. In such a difficult situation, some people still made a quick choice.

"Yamamoto-kun, Ono-kun, follow me to attack the Chinese air defense position. The rest of you, speed up and leave the battlefield." A Japanese Army Aviation lieutenant with a face full of flesh burst into a fierce light in his eyes and ordered on the radio.

As the order sounded, the Japanese lieutenant took the lead and pushed the rudder hard. In the sky full of bullets, the Type 96 fighter plane under him did not rise but descended. While quickly dropping all the bombs mounted on the fuselage, it kept maneuvering and rushed to the No. 2 air defense position. In the sky full of gunfire, the fighter plane was like a flexible swift in a storm.

Although Captain Sasaki had issued a military order before that if it was not necessary, the onboard machine guns should not be used to fight the Chinese air defense positions, but this brave enough Japanese Army Aviation Lieutenant knew very well that if the Chinese air defense positions were allowed to shoot so recklessly forever, it would be good if half of the 12-plane formation he led could return.

Therefore, he made the bravest choice and led two wingmen to descend to attack the Chinese air defense positions to ensure the smooth evacuation of the other 9 fighter planes.

Using the sacrifice of a few people in exchange for more people to live, this case was basically decided by Chinese soldiers on the Sino-Japanese battlefield, and no one thought that one day it would be placed on the table of the Japanese.

But undoubtedly, those who can make such a choice are all brave.

Without much hesitation, the two Japanese planes also roared down with their squadron leader.

The three Japanese planes dropped bombs at the moment of diving.

Nearly ten large and small bombs hit the mountain peaks thousands of meters away, and flames and black smoke rose into the sky.

The Japanese infantrymen who were originally silent on the ground in the distance cheered loudly!

Even the lieutenant colonel chief of staff of the Second Mixed Brigade, who was watching this scene with a telescope, could not suppress his excitement: "Please everyone salute the warriors of the Imperial Army Aviation! In addition, send a telegram to His Excellency the brigade commander, asking him to ask His Excellency the commander for the merits of the Army Aviation warriors!"

The short-term defeat does not matter. The courage shown by the Army Aviation pilots at this time is the true samurai spirit. This is like a shot of adrenaline for the demoralized Japanese infantrymen!

Most of the Chinese soldiers looked solemn. Not only were the Japanese fighter planes fierce, they had seen too many fierce Japanese on the battlefield. If they wanted to make them behave, the best way was to smash their heads with bullets. This was already a habitual method for the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment.

What made them look solemn was that there were at least three machine gun positions on the mountain, and an anti-aircraft artillery platoon with more than 40 people. How many people could survive with so many bombs hitting there?

Yes, their worries were right.

The three Japanese planes dropped bombs fearlessly, and finally caused damage to the Chinese air defense positions.

Although a heavy bomb only hit the mountainside, it was still 200 meters away from an anti-aircraft gun that was camouflaged and protected with logs and branches, but the terrible explosion wave still swept in like a huge wave, just like destroying building blocks, pushing down the bunker made of wood as thick as an adult's thigh. The anti-aircraft gun weighing more than 200 kilograms was rolled up several meters high like a piece of paper, and then smashed hard more than ten meters away.

The heavy gun body pressed on the sergeant shooter. When the soldiers who luckily escaped the shock wave found him, his originally thick chest was completely crushed, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out and sprinkled on his beloved anti-aircraft gun.

"Squad leader!" The soldiers called their squad leader while trying to move the anti-aircraft gun that was pressing on him.

"Kill!" The sergeant only shouted this word weakly in his last moments, and his head drooped heavily.

This was the first army sergeant of the Four-Line Regiment to die in this field air battle, but it was definitely not the last.

According to statistics after the war, in this battle alone, the Sihang Regiment lost three anti-aircraft guns. The sergeants or sergeant squad leaders who were the main shooters became martyrs of this battle together with their anti-aircraft guns.

Of the three anti-aircraft guns on this mountain alone, one was destroyed by the blast on the spot, and the other was buried in the collapsed log bunker. It would take a long time to struggle out of it.

There was only one anti-aircraft gun left at the anti-aircraft position where the Japanese army swooped down three fighter planes.

So, this single-barrel anti-aircraft gun fired back, facing the three fiercely swooping Japanese fighter planes.

The Japanese are not lacking in courage, and the Chinese will not look down on them either.

Not only for the comrades who have already sacrificed, but also for themselves.

Just as they will not let the Japanese go, the Japanese who want to survive will not let them go.

If they are allowed to fly over here at high speed, the survival rate of these three Japanese planes will reach 50%.

As the Japanese planes lowered their altitude to 600 meters and the straight-line distance was pulled to 500 meters, both sides could almost see the twisted muscles on the opponent's face.

Of course, that was just a feeling, a feeling from the heart.

Staring at the anti-aircraft gun position that was becoming clearer and clearer in the field of vision, the Japanese Army Aviation Lieutenant first pressed the firing valve, and the two 7.7mm heavy machine guns located under the nose and wings of the 96 fighter opened fire at the same time.

The two sudden firepower hit the ground like two whips, forming two visible dust dragons, biting fiercely towards the position of the machine gun.

It is not necessary to hit all, but as long as it touches the edge, it can easily kill the mortal machine gun shooter.

For the machine gun shooter, the wisest choice at this time is to quickly jump off the machine gun seat and hide in the simple trench on the side of the machine gun. There is at least 70% chance of survival. Otherwise, the steel shield in front of the machine gun with a thickness of only 8 mm will definitely not be able to stop the dancing bullets.

The most irrational choice was naturally to shoot at the Japanese planes. The Japanese planes were not "dead" targets like Kongming lanterns. They were not only making small maneuvers, but also had a speed of more than 100 meters per second. The success rate of this kind of shooting was less than 10%, and there was an 80% chance of being hit.

But the sergeant squad leader made the most irrational choice. He let out a roar similar to that of a beast, kicked his ammunition hand into the trench next to him, and held the handle of the machine gun tightly. He used a single-barrel machine gun to shoot at the two machine guns of the Japanese planes at a straight distance of 500 meters.

The long dragons hit by the two ammunition belts bit the machine gun fiercely and quickly passed over the machine gun and continued to the rear. Sparks kept coming out of the steel plate in front of the machine gun, making a creepy "ding-dong" sound.

At that moment, at least a dozen machine gun bullets hit the machine gun.

At the same time, three groups of blood mist burst out from the slightly thin body of the sergeant squad leader.

The flying heavy machine gun bullets did not directly hit the brave army sergeant of the anti-aircraft company. The three wounds were basically caused by ricochets that hit the gun body and steel shield.

But it is not to say that ricochets are not fatal. On the contrary, they are more dangerous. The deformed bullets will cause unbearable pain to the injured.

For the sergeant squad leader who was shot, the wounds on his body hit by ricochets were at least as big as a wine glass. Not to mention whether the wounds damaged his internal organs, blood vessels, and bones, the large amount of blood loss alone could kill him.

The sergeant squad leader was not a god. He did not have the awesome phenomenon of holding a machine gun and shooting with dozens of bullets in the film and television dramas. After being shot, his body softened and fell on the machine gun firing position.

The two soldiers jumped out of the simple trench next to them with a simple hemostatic pack, regardless of the two Japanese planes that had already opened fire in the rear, and desperately pressed on the squad leader who was bleeding like a fountain. That was the best medical means they had.

All the hemostatic drugs in the hemostatic packs come from various hemostatic herbs purchased from mountain people in the past month, and then ground into powder. Although the hemostatic effect is not as strong as the white medicine in Yunnan Province, it can at least relieve the danger of blood loss.

However, due to limited conditions, even if Tang Tuanzuo ordered Zhuang Shisan to take charge of this matter personally, he could only issue five to each squad before the Southeast Shanxi Campaign.

In order to save their squad leader, the soldiers of this anti-aircraft artillery squad used three of them without hesitation, although they may know in their hearts that the squad leader may not be saved.

But, there was no hesitation.

The severely injured sergeant squad leader had also fired six shells before being shot.

Five of them missed, and only one hit.

Only one 20mm caliber shell is enough!

The main propeller being blown away by the shells was not the most fatal thing. The most fatal thing was that the propeller was blown away and rushed directly to the windshield. The windshield burst instantly like being hit by a sledgehammer, and the broken windshield fragments pierced the face of the Japanese Army Aviation Lieutenant.

The Japanese Army Aviation Lieutenant, who was covered with blood and screaming loudly, instinctively covered his face, without any scruples about the fighter plane that had lost its propeller and had begun to stall.

Then, the stalled Type 96 flew hundreds of meters in a nearly dive posture, and crashed into the mountain he had just bombed, turning himself into a heavy bomb.

The fate of the other two brave Japanese planes was also tragic. There were not only machine guns hidden in the mountains, but also more than 20 anti-aircraft machine guns.

There was no need for anti-aircraft guns to concentrate fire. The Japanese planes that lowered their altitude to 600 meters were like putting their heads under the guillotine. The rain of bullets flying from below only took 10 seconds to make the two Japanese planes full of holes.

After the war, the two Japanese planes were hit by at least 80 bullets.

The planes were not broken, but the pilots were killed by bullets that penetrated from the bottom of the planes, and both Japanese planes crashed into the forest.

At this time, the bravery of the Japanese had been torn to pieces by the superior ground firepower.

The Japanese infantry on the ground were no longer speechless this time, but were wet.

Wet by the rushing tears.

When did the Chinese become so strong that bravery became so fragile?

This was the main reason why the Japanese Army Lieutenant Colonel's clenched fist trembled slightly, not because of Parkinson's disease.

When Captain Sasaki, who was the first to flee the battlefield, counted the number of his own fighters, he almost cried out.

The huge fleet of 24 fighters that came in a mighty manner was only half of it at this time!

And the only result they achieved was that they dropped bombs and set some of China's mountains and trees on fire.

What? Are they playing with fire?

It's like a naughty kid throwing firecrackers into the sewer. How naughty!