Rise From Eight Hundred

A man and a horse stood in the wilderness.

Such an obvious target, of course, was seen by Junji Watanabe.

Just as Lü Sanjiang imagined, the corners of the Japanese Navy Lieutenant's mouth twitched with anger.

It was like a hungry wolf rushing into a wolf pack, and suddenly seeing a sheep that did not run away in panic, but instead raised its sharp horns towards the ferocious fangs.

As much as the hungry wolf wanted to tear the daring sheep to pieces, Junji Watanabe wanted to use a machine gun to cut the man and horse who stayed in place and raised their guns into pieces.

For this reason, he pressed the rudder again, and the fighter plane dropped another 150 meters from an altitude of 500 meters. The straight-line distance was not until it approached 200 meters, and Junji Watanabe pulled the trigger of the machine gun.

He wanted to appreciate his masterpiece from a closer distance.

That dazzling blood flower was his answer to the so-called strength.

Why? As a prey, you have to have the awareness of a prey. Isn't it better to die silently? Looking sideways at the man and horse that fell to the ground with blood splattered everywhere, Junji Watanabe, who successfully shot the target, lamented for the man and the horse with satisfaction.

On the ground, Lv Sanjiang, who was galloping on his horse, burst into tears. He heard the terrible sound of machine guns and the familiar and painful neighing of "Big Guy". Japanese planes flew over his head at high speed, and the surrounding cavalrymen were still trying their best to escape. Everything proved that his brother had completed the mission he wanted.

He didn't dare to look back, not because he was afraid of being shot by the Japanese fighter planes following closely behind, but because he didn't dare to see his brother, who once relied on him, fall down.

Then he would definitely run back, he hoped to find his brother again, he was not that strong.

After all, he had not grown into the appearance that his brother expected!

"Ah!" The long howl of the Chinese cavalry was like a lone wolf who lost its companions in the wilderness.

But, he still didn't look back.

"Chinese, wait! I will tear you apart again when I come back." Junji Watanabe turned his head and looked at the Chinese cavalrymen who were still fleeing to the left and right while speeding past the ground, gritting his teeth.

At this moment, he probably understood the reason why he stood alone in the wilderness, not for anything else, just to attract his attention and let other cavalrymen escape.

And he was really fooled. A full 30 bullets were wasted on this man and horse, and he let the rest of the cavalrymen go. He could have killed more people and horses.

The wolf gave up the flock because of a sheep.

The blood flower that once made him feel extremely bright and soul-stirring was full of irony at that moment.

Feeling deeply ridiculed, the Japanese Navy lieutenant commander actually forgot to raise the nose of the plane. He was extremely alert to the ground firepower and originally planned to kill the "stubborn" man and horse and then quickly raise it back to 500 meters.

On the battlefield, any hesitation will lead to death, let alone forgetfulness.

The Japanese major didn't know that when he took the initiative to jump down from a height of 150 meters and pulled the trigger at the target, the "hammer" in the woods a mile away from his plane pricked up his ears again and turned his head to the north.

The sound coming from that direction was not much different from what it had heard before, and it also made it feel scared.

The sound came before the shadow of the plane.

Finally, with a terrible roar coming from the sky, the eight Japanese planes at an altitude of nearly 2,000 meters were like frightened birds, all pulling up their altitudes, no longer circling leisurely as before.

"Major Watanabe, the Chinese planes are coming." A panicked voice suddenly sounded in the intercom of Junji Watanabe's plane.

Junji Watanabe, who had just gritted his teeth, felt a chill all over his body and suddenly looked up at the sky.

In the north direction, ten small black dots came from far away.

"Fire, fire, all troops fire!" Tang Dao's eyes, which had been staring coldly at the sky, suddenly turned blood red.

A punch hit the tree trunk next to him hard, breaking the tree trunk as thick as an adult's calf.

He finally waited for his own fighter plane.

Whether it was 500 meters or 800 meters high, the Japanese fighter planes would involuntarily pull up their noses and climb wildly at this moment, exposing their vulnerable bellies.

He was waiting for this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three red flares were shot into the sky accompanied by the roar of Tang swords.

In the wilderness, the sound of gunfire like popping beans suddenly rang out.

Looking down from the sky, the gray field suddenly looked like a hedgehog that was awakened, suddenly stretching out all the thorns on its body.

Those thorns were very sharp and hot.

Junji Watanabe, who had not yet pulled up the plane, suddenly felt his heart sink.

He was not fooled.

But, he was fooled.

The Chinese were more cunning than he had imagined. They kept consuming their lives and using silence to deal with bombs and machine guns, all in order to wait for their fighter planes to arrive.

Then, they showed their sharpest fangs.

Such an army was so tough.

Such a commander was so cruel.

No wonder they could withstand the attack of 100,000 army thugs.

"Pull up and meet the enemy!" Junji Watanabe, who desperately pulled the rudder and raised his head, roared and ordered.

In fact, he didn't need to give any orders. The six fighter planes that were still cruising at an altitude of 800 meters waiting for ground anti-aircraft firepower had already begun to pull up the fighter planes with all their strength.

These elite Japanese naval aviation pilots all heard the roar of the aircraft engine from above their heads. It was not the roar of the 710 horsepower Nakajima Hisashi 41 air-cooled engine of their 96 fighter planes, but the familiar Hawk III engine tearing through the sky with a dull sound. The Chinese fighter planes were coming.

Without much panic, these Japanese naval aviation pilots made judgments in the shortest possible time and quickly pulled up to prepare for the enemy.

Like their highest commander who jumped down from the sky, their tactical movements were extremely standard and beautiful, just like a falcon that failed to catch its prey, drawing a graceful arc in the low sky, and then lightly and gracefully raised its head upwards, without any drag.

Even from the perspective of the opponent, even if they had just sent their 17 cars and 17 of the most resolute soldiers to the road of death, looking at the Japanese bomber formation that was suddenly attacked but quickly pulled up without panic, Tang Dao could only offer his "sincere" admiration: "Damn it, they are still reluctant to drop the bombs, they are really arrogant enough!"

Yes, because there were 8 companions in the sky, 6 Japanese planes that were pulling up at high speed did not drop the heavy bombs under their belly out of confidence.

This was completely an active act of seeking trouble in the air battle between fighters.

The speed and maneuverability that were originally inferior to fighters will be further reduced.

However, their top commander at this moment did not care about their stupidity of preparing for air combat without dropping bombs.

With enemy planes attacking from above and countless spitting flames below, the Japanese major felt the coldness of the shadow of death for the first time, but still did not despair.

There were only 10 black spots that were enlarging, which also meant that there were only 10 Chinese fighter planes attacking.

However, he had 8 fighter planes on high-altitude alert, including 6 Type 96 carrier fighters, and 6 Type 96 carrier bombers at a lower altitude of 800 meters. As long as they were given two minutes to pull up, the mere 10 Chinese fighter planes would surely become the spoils of the fighter formation he led.

The Japanese major was extremely confident about this.

However, these were not so important to him at this time. If he wanted to see the brilliant results of the battle, he had to escape from this deadly low altitude first.

Yes, those who are qualified to taste the fruits of victory must first be alive.

Unlike his companions in the sky, only he who was closest to the ground knew how dense the anti-aircraft firepower on the ground was.

That was the raging flames of 19 machine guns and more than 20 anti-aircraft machine guns placed along the simple road, with a battle line of 10 miles. It was also the angry venting of thousands of Chinese soldiers who were forced to hide in the woods and bushes because of the power of Japanese bombs.

Whether it was machine guns or rifles, all were firing.

Tang Dao's order was not for the air defense forces to fire, but for the entire army.

Perhaps many rifle and light machine gun bullets were useless. The bullets that originally had an effective range of only a few hundred meters on the ground would be powerless to fall to the ground after leaping into the sky for a few hundred meters, and might even become the culprit who killed themselves.

But, it doesn't matter!

At the moment when they watched their brothers fighting to death to cover themselves, few people were afraid of death.

As soldiers, they could accept the sacrifice of their comrades, but no one could sit back and watch their comrades who had been with them day and night exchange their deaths for their own survival. For the soldiers, it was grief and even shame.

They hoped to fight with their comrades and face death calmly together.

No soldier who rushed to the battlefield really wanted to die, but if he was really forced to that point, he would die!

Don't want to die, but not afraid of death! This is the real fearless army!

The advance group that tried to shoot every bullet in its gun into the void at this moment was like this.

No fear of casualties, just to shoot bullets into the sky that could affect the Japanese planes still running wildly at low altitude.

On the ground, Chinese soldiers vented their anger wantonly.

In the void, lethal and non-lethal bullets flew freely.

In the eyes of Junji Watanabe and the three fighter planes following him, a net of death was formed...

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