Rise From Eight Hundred

Kobayashi Kanichi has almost pushed the speed of the dive to the limit.

The speed of more than 130 meters per second makes it seem that the machine gun bullets can't catch up with the crazy sweeping figure of the Type 96 carrier fighter.

At least two heavy machine guns and two machine guns were firing at Kobayashi Kanichi, but none of them hit the high-speed moving target.

Kobayashi Kanichi kept adjusting the fuselage to avoid the deadly bullet stream and pulled the machine gun trigger tightly. The two 7.7mm aviation machine guns located on the nose also spewed out terrifying flames.

At this moment, the commander of the Japanese fighter formation used his actions to interpret the bravery of the Japanese naval aviation, even if he was venting his anger or gaining results to get promoted.

But at least, the way of fighting against the crazy assault of machine guns and anti-aircraft guns is brave and fearless.

However, the Chinese soldiers on the ground were just as courageous as him. Three Japanese planes that were still diving and trying to attack the position became the main targets. Even though they could clearly see several chilling flames coming out of the noses of the Japanese planes, there were still three machine guns, three anti-aircraft machine guns, and even five light machine gun shooters who placed their machine guns on tree branches and kept adjusting the muzzles to shoot at them.

This situation was like a cavalry duel in ancient times, when two cavalrymen held their spears horizontally on their high-speed horses, even though they knew that the opponent's spear might pierce their chests in the next moment, but no one retreated.

Kobayashi Guanyi could not retreat. From the moment he started diving, he knew that if he chose to maneuver and evade or even pull away, it would not be a matter of losing the honor of the Imperial Navy.

Rather, if he lost his attack power, the Chinese would use their machine guns to send him away like they did to their dead boss.

Since he had chosen to seek wealth and honor in danger, he would use his life to fight for a future and a future for himself.

Cheng Tieshou, who could have ordered the entire army to stop firing and avoid the fierce attack of the Japanese planes, did not choose to retreat. In order to lure the Japanese planes into the trap, his comrades had chosen to face death calmly. As the commander with the strongest firepower on the entire defensive position, what qualifications did he have to retreat?

He could find a reason to retreat this time, but what about the future?

If the Japanese planes flew by and fired deadly bullets at the refugees still hiding in the wilderness, not to mention how Lei Xiong, who took a huge risk to order a counterattack, would look at him, even he himself could not forgive himself.

Since we can't retreat, we can only fight!

Either you die or I die, or, the enemy and I die, there is no other way to choose.

The ballistic trajectories swept by the three Japanese planes formed several clearly discernible trajectories on the ground, and leaves and trunks exploded one after another, and the soil flew towards the position.

A shooter who was firing a Czech light machine gun on a tree branch a hundred meters away from the anti-aircraft gun position was unable to dodge and was directly hit by a 7.7mm machine gun bullet. Several large holes were instantly punched in his chest and abdomen. He fell to the ground with a scream, becoming the first soldier to die on the No. 1 anti-aircraft position since the battle.

Since he chose to fight, sacrifice was inevitable.

In the torrent of bullets, sacrifices continued.

There were several muffled "clang clang" sounds.

When the front guard plate of an Oerlikon anti-aircraft gun was hit by a Japanese machine gun bullet, the gunner of the anti-aircraft gun tilted his head and fell straight down. A ricochet bullet that was deflected by the hard barrel of the anti-aircraft gun penetrated the gunner's neck in an unexpected way. Although the kinetic energy of the ricochet bullet had been attenuated, it was still powerful, piercing the fragile neck of the human body and blowing the cervical vertebrae into pieces.

The veteran gunner with the rank of sergeant and at least 5 years of military service did not even groan, but fell on his back and died on the spot.

The deputy gunner on the side had no time to wipe away the tears that suddenly flashed in his eyes, and rushed forward to take over the handle of the anti-aircraft gun from the collapsed squad leader, "Kill you, kill you! "While roaring madly, he fired at the Japanese planes that were getting closer and closer.

The Type 96 carrier fighter kept shaking its wings and adjusting its body, moving nimbly and lightly. The anti-aircraft guns aimed at Kobayashi Guanyi had not hit him yet.

Although there were a few bullet holes on the all-metal fuselage, they were all left by the Maxim heavy machine guns that poured a large number of bullets, but that was obviously not enough to cause damage to a fighter plane that was called an excellent fighter during this period.

The officers and soldiers of the Fourth Battalion were crazy because of the sacrifice of their comrades. No one hid in the surging stream of bullets. Their only tactical action was to stabilize the muzzle of the gun and shoot at the enemy again and again.

So, it was soon Kobayashi Guanyi's turn to be sad.

In the corner of his eye, a Type 96 carrier fighter that was following closely behind him on the left and constantly shooting at the Chinese position suddenly changed its state, with its nose down, and flew at a speed faster than the maximum speed. When he rushed towards the woods where there were Chinese, Kobayashi Guanyi knew that he was finished.

The plane lost control without smoke, which meant that the pilot had lost control of the plane.

Yes, Kobayashi Guanyi was very experienced. The windshield of the Japanese plane had been shattered by the fragments of the explosion of two machine gun shells.

The high-speed flying glass fragments were even more terrifying than the shell fragments. The Japanese pilot sitting in the cabin was covered in blood. The largest piece of glass fragments penetrated his chest directly and nailed him to the flight seat.

Completely combine people and planes into one.

That is also the realm that pilots dream of the most, but they didn't expect to achieve it at this moment.

However, it was an extremely painful experience, whether for the dead or the living.

Without looking at the number on the plane, Kobayashi Guanyi knew that it was his best friend in the flight squadron.

The fellow villager who attended the military academy with him and was selected for the Imperial Navy together, the one who liked to show off the thousand-person needle that his wife had asked a thousand women to embroider in his hometown, the young man who habitually guarded his left side whether in training or fighting.

Later, Kobayashi Guanyi learned that it turned out that his habit was to look to his right and was most sensitive to danger from the right, and his friend, because of his habit, decided to become his shield in the weakest position.

Now, that man died in the battle because he had some selfish thoughts.

The thousand-person needle that had been wrapped around his chest was ultimately unable to protect his military luck for a long time.

He will fall on the land of the Chinese, and his body will be gone.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, and a burst of fireworks rose into the sky in the woods.

"Chinese, you all deserve to die." The Japanese Navy Lieutenant howled madly, pulled the trigger of the aircraft machine gun, and faced the crazy bullet flow of the Chinese, and dived and shot at the No. 1 anti-aircraft position even more madly.

Originally, the two sides were only 1,000 meters apart. After five or six seconds of diving, Kobayashi Guanyi and the No. 1 anti-aircraft position were only 200 meters apart.

Such a distance may only take one or two seconds for a high-speed fighter.

If the two warring parties had better eyesight, they could even see each other's faces clearly at the time when they crossed each other.

However, the closer they were, the more powerful the opponent's light and heavy machine guns would be. Once the same target was fired at a concentrated fire, the chance of death would be greatly increased.

The other Japanese plane finally couldn't stand this huge pressure, desperately turned the rudder, and turned to the right wing at high speed to escape.

Only Kobayashi Guanyi and the fighter under him were left, who had already drawn their bayonets for the "board charge".

"Coward!" Kobayashi Guanyi's two words just came out.

A group of almost dazzling bullets lit up on the position.

It was an MG34 with a long barrel, and a full 100 rounds of ammunition belt were connected to this terrifying high-rate machine gun.

Cheng Tieshou was the shooter himself. When the six Japanese planes began to dive-bomb, Cheng Tieshou gave up the Suloton twin-mounted machine gun that he was most familiar with.

Although the machine gun was powerful, its firing rate was too slow. The high-speed Japanese planes could completely avoid the trajectory by adjusting the fuselage.

On the contrary, the high-rate machine gun MG34, with its unparalleled high firing rate, could deal a fatal blow to them as long as they dared to enter the low altitude below 400 meters.

Cheng Tieshou was patient enough. Even if the Japanese planes had entered the low altitude of 200 meters where they could be clearly seen, even if their firepower was fierce and swept the position into a mess, he did not shoot.

Until the Japanese planes were close enough to see the distance between the two sides.

Cheng Tieshou finally pulled the trigger.

‘Puff! Puff! Puff!’ The horrible sound of tearing linen continued until the Japanese planes passed over the upper right of the No. 1 position at high speed.

Kobayashi Guan tilted his head and looked down, and could almost see the determined face of the Chinese soldier behind the bright bullets.

Just like Cheng Tieshou could almost see his face clearly.

For 0.1 seconds, the Chinese lieutenant and the Japanese lieutenant who were shooting at each other looked at each other.

Then, as the Type 96 carrier fighter swept away at high speed, their eyes crossed.

"Yumi, I'm sorry!" The Japanese lieutenant lowered his head with some difficulty, looking at his chest covered in blood, muttering to himself.

However, what made the Japanese naval aviation lieutenant somewhat unwilling was that he was thinking of his beautiful wife, but what occupied his mind was the Chinese soldier whose face was black and red because of the surge of blood.

How did he kill himself? What machine gun did he use?

But no matter how unwilling he was, his heart was broken, and he had to go.

Darkness came, and his head slowly drooped!

The Type 96 carrier fighter rushed forward for nearly two thousand meters before crashing into the wilderness.

The metal bullet stream ejected instantly by the MG34 failed to destroy the Type 96 carrier fighter, but three bullets penetrated the fuselage and took the life of the pilot.

The attacking Japanese naval aviation fighter formation, two consecutive commanders were killed by the same machine gun, I wonder if this is also a strange fate.