Rise From Eight Hundred

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

In any era, the pilots who can take off from the swaying aircraft carrier are the top ones in the air force.

Compared with the arrogant grandson of the navy in their eyes, the aviation force formed by the Japanese Army is really a bit like a country bumpkin, whether it is the bloated fuselage of the Type 96 land attack aircraft or the skills of controlling the aircraft.

As the captain of this flight squadron, Takeuchi Daikuma is naturally the highest commander of the fleet formation.

According to convention, even if the target he wants appears on the ground, as a commander, he should stay in the sky above 1,200 meters and hover on alert.

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

However, after October, the Chinese sky had long been devoid of Chinese fighter planes. With a huge fleet of twelve fighter planes, it was the king of the Songhu sky. If it were not for the request of the army generals to preserve the bridge across the river as much as possible, Takeuchi Daikuma would have turned the bridge and its defenders into ashes with his subordinates.

Why would they need to use precious bombs to kill the humble Chinese civilians to lure the Chinese, who had only a few anti-aircraft guns, to fight?

Compared to using precious bombs to blow the panicked Chinese hiding in the wilderness into ashes, Takeuchi Daikuma would rather kill them with cheap bullets.

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

Watching the prey in despair and then killing it with his own hands was really a cruel but beautiful picture.

Life, trembling under the power, was really an indescribable pleasure.

This kind of pleasure is really addictive, especially after he killed countless Chinese soldiers on the road where the Chinese retreated three days ago.

Therefore, Takeuchi Daxiong had forgotten the warning of the fleet headquarters before leaving. He took the initiative to leave the command position and became a spear that made the Chinese soldiers and civilians on the ground tremble.

He is the proud Japanese Empire Navy Air Force.

He came and waved the sickle of the god of death with his beloved fighter.

The three Japanese planes turned a large arc with a radius of nearly a thousand meters in the air, and aimed their noses at the main road where three trucks were running wildly.

The flight altitude also dropped to about 800 meters.

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

However, his face was a little ugly.

The Japanese pilots were much more cunning than he thought.

The three planes took the initiative to lower their altitude and entered the attack posture, but there were still as many as 9 planes still on guard in the sky.

However, the most fatal thing is not this, but the direction that the Japanese planes chose to enter the medium and low altitude is very vicious.

They did not go from south to north, but from the north end of the bridge to the south, which means that they were almost opposite to the trucks on the main road.

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

There is almost no possibility of escape for the underground target.

Lei Xiong certainly knew why the Japanese planes chose to enter the medium and low altitude battlefield in this way.

Because 6 of the 9 fighters were in the airspace above the north of the bridge. Once the 3 colleagues who jumped into the low altitude were attacked, the 6 Japanese planes that had been eyeing them would launch an attack.

Lei Xiong used three trucks as bait, and the Japanese army also used the three fighters as bait?

From this point of view, both sides were brave and confident enough.

"Send the order to the No. 2 and No. 3 positions. No shots or cannons shall be fired without my order!" 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 charging general, and would not have to make various choices so painfully.

Choose to give up! Choose to sacrifice!

But this is his mission, and everyone must learn to grow in war.

There is no passing line here. If you don't grow fast enough, the ending can only be failure and death.

"Gentlemen, the dessert before the big meal is here. No. 3 and No. 4 are responsible for observation and protection. If you are attacked, you can choose to fight back freely. May the empire's military fortune prosper!" Takeyama Daxiong pressed the nose of the plane hard and roared fiercely.

"Empire, military fortune prosper!" The proud slogans of Japanese pilots came from the radio communicator.

Three Type 96 carrier-based aircraft entered the dive phase.

Although the dive speed of the Type 96 carrier-based aircraft is not as fast as that of the dive bomber, the speed of entering the dive phase can reach 130 meters per second. The high-speed dive makes Takeyama Daxiong's adrenaline soar rapidly. His hand tightly holds the trigger of the machine gun. As long as he enters the low altitude of 200 meters, he can shoot at the trucks that are still running hard on the road.

Yes, he wanted to blow up the cars full of Chinese supplies with his own machine guns, instead of using the two bombs still hanging on the wings of the fighter plane.

Of course, there may also be a less confident side in the proud ace pilot of the Navy carrier-based aircraft. Takeuchi Daikuma, who is good at air combat and rarely carries bombs for ground bombing, is afraid that he will not be able to bomb accurately.

Under the extreme arrogance, what is hidden is actually inferiority.

In the dizziness brought by the rapid descent, Takeuchi Daikuma seems to be aggressive, but in fact he has been highly alert. Once the Chinese anti-aircraft guns start shooting, he will turn at high speed and flee to the two wings, and will never fight the Chinese for just three trucks of supplies.

Although he was proud enough, he never forgot the tactical goal of coming to the Baihegang Bridge this time. The Imperial Navy wanted to let the army millipedes understand that even if they left the ocean, the Imperial Navy could still conquer.

However, the Chinese were much more cowardly than he thought. Until he entered the low altitude of 200 meters and could drop 250 kg bombs on the bridge deck at any time, no shot was fired.

At this moment, the bridge, which was like a giant dragon spanning the river, became his amulet. As long as the Chinese dared to attack him, he would inevitably choose to drop bombs in order to maintain the flexibility of the fighter.

The Chinese remained silent as he imagined.

The Chinese were still so cowardly.

Takeuchi Daikuma, who had put down his mind, focused all his attention on the truck that was still on the main road more than 100 meters away from the bridge.

Even without bombs, he could completely blow them up with the onboard machine guns.

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

Although it was futile.

But, that was the only choice for the Chinese.

However, the Japanese captain who had opened the safety of the 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 to keep moving forward.

Takeuchi Daikuma was a little puzzled at that moment. He didn't understand why these Chinese were so stupid and had to become parts on the ground with the car? But it didn't stop him from pulling the trigger.

The two 7.7mm machine guns fired fiercely, and after the first truck was sparked, two visible ammunition belts also covered the two trucks that followed dozens of meters behind.

The three trucks were covered with bullet holes and crookedly crashed into the wilderness on the side of the road. The front truck was hit the most because of the most bullets. The fuel was ignited by the sparks, and the front of the truck began to burn.

The ground target was easily eliminated, but the Japanese captain who passed by the burning truck was not happy at all.

His face was even a little ugly.

It was not that the overturned truck did not explode and no supplies or personnel were seen, which seemed very strange, but that the face of the young Chinese soldier in the first truck opposite appeared in his mind again.

Under the high-speed collision, the shortest distance between Takeuchi Daikuma and his trophy was only fifty meters. Although it was only a moment, it was enough for him to see the pale face clearly.

There was anger, madness and pain on the pale face, which he could understand. Anyone who was shot into a honeycomb by 7.7mm bullets might have these emotions.

But why was there contempt on his face?

He looked at the enemy who killed him with contempt as he proudly passed through his field of vision.

Could it be that the Chinese relied on this kind of spiritual victory to fight against the powerful?

In some incomprehensible complexity, the Japanese captain pulled up the flight rudder, and together with his fighter plane with the nose slightly raised, they pulled up over the main road, and under the belly of the plane, which was exposed on the ground, was a horrifying 250-kilogram huge bomb visible to the naked eye.

It was like a sharp arrow that had just pierced the opponent's heart, roaring! Proud! The might of the Imperial Japanese Navy was fully displayed in the sky above the Chinese land.

Until the roar of machine guns resounded through the sky, dominating the sky and the land.

Takeuchi Daikuma's face suddenly froze.