Rise From Eight Hundred

As time went by, the Japanese aircraft formation was less than 3 kilometers away from the advance group that was "escaping" to the four fields.

The long khaki road and the convoy running wildly on it, as well as the carriages and horses running in the wilderness, became clearer and clearer in the vision of the Japanese pilots.

Although the Chinese road was very dusty, and the convoy rolled up the yellow soil all over the sky, blocking a lot of sight, but what does it matter? When bombs were dropped on the road and in the wilderness, whether it was cars, human bodies or even dust, they would be blown into ashes again.

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

"Each group will execute according to the original plan. The second and third groups will follow me closely. The fourth, fifth and sixth groups will be responsible for air cover. After we eliminate all the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground, each group will hunt freely and bury as many Chinese as possible in this wilderness, so that the army's idiots can only pick up some leftovers!" Junji Watanabe pressed the goggles tightly on his eyes with a ferocious look on his face. After giving orders to the formation, he gently hit the rudder.

The fighter plane drew a beautiful arc at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters and turned.

Five Type 96 carrier bombers and four Type 96 carrier fighters roared behind the fuselage of the Japanese major, with him as the arrow, like a flock of geese following the head goose.

However, whether in the air or underground, everyone knew that this was a flock of "geese" with the breath of death.

The large and small bombs hanging under the wings of the "geese" more than 50 meters apart were enough to cause a devastating blow to the wilderness with a cross-section of more than one mile.

Junji Watanabe led a formation of 10 Japanese bombers to turn in order to better enter the dive bombing channel. The direction from which the Japanese planes came was at an angle of nearly 40 degrees to the simple road.

Under the leadership of Junji Watanabe, 10 Japanese fighter planes made a beautiful turn in the air in less than 1 minute and officially entered the dive bombing channel facing the simple road.

As the spearhead, Junji Watanabe led three carrier bombers to lower the altitude to 800 meters, while the other two carrier bombers and four fighters kept the altitude at about 1,000 meters.

This proved that although he was arrogant, Junji Watanabe was also a qualified air commander. He was not so impulsive as to think that more than 20,000 ground troops had no resistance, and he did not lower the altitude to 200 meters to use machine guns to shoot the most obvious convoy like his colleagues who had died in the battle.

What he had to do was to drown them with the air waves of the bombs, and then let the few Chinese anti-aircraft firepower open fire, and the other six fighters used bombs to eliminate the last threat of the Chinese.

Finally, it entered the really exciting hunting stage.

The three machine guns equipped on the eight Type 96 carrier bombers could shoot the Chinese infantry in the seemingly clear woods and bushes like hunting hares.

For the crazy bullets, it was just a trick to cover up the truth.

Although the altitude of 800 meters is within the range of anti-aircraft guns, it is a safe area for the confident Junji Watanabe. He can even go lower.

"Gentlemen, the dessert before the big meal is here! Pay attention to the second and third teams. Once the Chinese anti-aircraft guns return fire, dive and kill them with bombs." Junji Watanabe roared fiercely, hung up the intercom, pushed the rudder hard, and pressed the nose down.

Three carrier bombers followed the fighter plane of the Japanese Navy Major and dropped another 100 meters in altitude.

Like a falcon that found its prey, it was as fast as a gust of wind and lightning. The heavy bomb hanging under the belly of the aircraft was like the claws of a falcon that was about to be stretched out.

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

Even the daring Lei Xiong had the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

At the same time as fear, there was more unwillingness.

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

As long as the bomb explodes within 50 meters of him, his chance of death is more than 50%.

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 soldier.

But this is the gap.

The huge gap in strength between China and Japan is not transferred by personal will.

All Chinese soldiers must continue to fight under this huge disadvantage, otherwise, the entire nation will be forever in darkness and will not wait for dawn.

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

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

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

Because this so-called "appetizer" is not the first time they have heard it, and the guy who said it last time has already died thoroughly.

Is it possible that another unlucky child will follow the footsteps of the dead ghost?

The six Japanese naval pilots in the sky also had their hearts beating fast at that moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the Major was still at an altitude of about 700 meters, the already reprimanded Lieutenant Tang Ze Zhuo Xing would definitely remind the Major again to be careful of the Chinese's possible ground anti-aircraft firepower.

He held back.

But Junji Watanabe couldn't help it.

The Type 96 carrier-based bomber, which flew at a speed of 280 kilometers per hour, dropped a bomb over the convoy. It was a 250-kilogram bomb.

Although the bombs did not accurately hit the simple road that was only four meters wide, and exploded 20 meters to the left of the road, the huge shock wave overturned at least three trucks that were still running wildly. The trucks that were still running at high speed were like toy cars thrown by children, and countless wheels were overturned and damaged in the wild beside the roadbed.

Several fighter planes followed closely behind and dropped bombs.

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

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

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

This result made Junji Watanabe very dissatisfied.

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

Except for the carriages and cavalry still fleeing in the wilderness, more than 20,000 Chinese infantrymen hid in the woods and bushes like gray mice and remained silent.

It seems that the six fighter planes at an altitude of 1,000 meters stared at them and made the Chinese cowardly.

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

In this case, let's accept the humiliating death in silence!

Junji Watanabe, who had already passed the road and sped towards the distance, looked back at the three trucks still speeding on the road, with a ferocious look in his eyes.

He had already thought about how to deal with these three tenacious trucks.

This time, he would not use the several 30-kilogram bombs mounted on the wings. He would shoot them with machine guns. No matter whether the Chinese were tenacious or silent, they would be torn to pieces by his machine guns.

Looking at the 10 Japanese planes going away, not to mention the Chinese soldiers with rich combat experience, even Tan Tai Mingyue, who looked at the damaged cars with heartache, knew that they would come back.

Because this was only the first wave of attacks by Japanese planes, and there were still six Japanese planes that had not dropped a bomb, and most of the convoys that could be used for consumption had been destroyed.

After they blew up all the trucks, they would bomb the woods next, and the casualties at that time would be even more tragic.

However, no one knew when Tang Dao would order the anti-aircraft guns to fight back, or he had no intention of fighting back at all.

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

The veterans who had experienced countless battlefields understood the commander's choice. Compared with the four Japanese planes wreaking havoc in the low altitude, the six fighter planes at an altitude of 1,000 meters were like six hungry wolves. Once the anti-aircraft positions opened fire, they would rush over and tear the defenseless anti-aircraft guns and shooters into pieces with bombs.

And at a higher altitude, there were 8 Japanese planes cruising, which were both air alerts and sufficient threats to the ground.

Under such tactics of the Japanese army, the anti-aircraft positions could hardly survive.

Counterattacks can only be exchanged for death.

Perhaps, they could only remain silent as they did now, watching the powerful Japanese aircraft formation drop all the bombs, and those who survived by chance buried the dead and continued to move forward, winning a glimmer of life for the main force.

Once the main force hiding in the woods seven or eight kilometers away was discovered and bombed, the casualties would be ten times that of this place.

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

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

They were beyond the expectations of the Chinese soldiers and gave up the more cautious bombing and adopted machine gun shooting.

Who gave them such confidence? Amaterasu?

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 and formed a "one" shape, and jumped into the low altitude one by one.

Putting themselves in an extremely deadly low altitude, if the Chinese anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns opened fire, the probability of the four imperial fighters being hit would increase by at least 30%.

Junji Watanabe, whose adrenaline was surging, was very clear about this, so he started shooting 1,000 meters away from the three trucks.

One hand pulled the trigger that controlled the onboard machine gun, and the other hand kept holding the rudder tightly, intending to turn and pull up immediately when attacked.

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

The bullets hit the simple road, and the dust stirred up formed two visible earth dragons. As the plane and the truck approached at high speed, sparks instantly flew from the leading truck.

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

Junji Watanabe, who flew over the truck at high speed, could even see the drooping head of the Chinese soldier in the completely tattered cab.

But what he didn't quite understand was that since the driver was dead, why was the truck still speeding?

That was because he couldn't see that the accelerator under the driver's feet had been pressed hard by a piece of wood, and the steering wheel was also fixed by wire.

People can die, but as long as the truck is not destroyed, they can still run and continue to consume the ammunition of the Japanese planes.

This was the unanimous decision made by 17 Chinese soldiers after the Japanese planes appeared.

"Open fire, blow them up!" Turning his head and looking at the truck that was still moving forward stubbornly, Junji Watanabe shouted angrily.

The Japanese planes that followed one by one opened fire one after another.

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

One car was like this, two cars were like this, and three cars were like this.

The Chinese soldiers who witnessed this scene all sobbed and wailed in pain!

Tantai Mingyue, great grief!

"Request to fire back, battalion commander, the Japanese planes are only 500 meters high. All our anti-aircraft guns will fire at full speed and we will definitely be able to shoot them down." Cheng Tieshou almost begged Tang Dao to fight.

"No!" Tang Dao, who stood with his back to the lieutenant who asked for a fight, had dangerous flames in his eyes, but only threw out two cold words.

An extremely cold answer.