Rise From Eight Hundred

There is a twin-mounted machine gun on each of the three high grounds, one Suloton machine gun, and two Japanese machine guns.

They were originally used to attack Japanese armored targets on the high ground, so they were placed inside the tunnel covered by trees. Only when they were needed would they be moved out of the tunnel and put into the bunker on the other side of the mountain.

That was the only weapon that the independent battalion had that could threaten the tanks, and it would never be used easily unless it was absolutely necessary.

But now, the Japanese planes stupidly lowered their altitude to a height of only 200 meters from the top of the mountain, and even fired at their own positions.

That operation confused the observation post, and it took a long time before it notified the tunnel through the phone pre-buried in the position, causing Cheng Tieshou, the company commander of the fire support company who led a row of his men, to drill out of the tunnel regardless of the danger and observe the Japanese plane with a broken head in a secret place.

When two Japanese planes flew over their own positions at high speed with their wings shaking but did not fire again, Cheng Tieshou, who had heard Tang Dao talk about the grievances between the Japanese navy and the army, more or less understood the intentions of the two Japanese planes.

It turned out that before attacking the opponent, they first gave their own stupid army a warning!

This operation was really too cool.

Seeing that the two Japanese planes had no intention of pulling up, but turned in the airspace two or three kilometers away, Cheng Tieshou keenly felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as the Japanese planes were still so careless.

Quickly running back to the tunnel from the observation point, a dozen people pushed out the Surotong machine gun that had been assembled and camouflaged with branches, and put it in a fortification made of sandbags and hardwood more than 40 meters away from the tunnel entrance.

That was a special fortification for the machine gun, which could be used to attack both the air and the side roads. Its strength might be able to withstand the attack of Japanese mortars, but it definitely could not withstand the bombs dropped from the sky. Cheng Tieshou's approach was risky enough.

But in doing anything, the risk and reward are proportional. Cheng Tieshou's instinct told him that this adventure must be worth it.

"Army millipedes, open your dog eyes and see how the glorious Imperial Navy strikes the enemy." Before turning to face the three hills, Nagano Duyun had already fiercely ordered the two bombers hovering in the sky.

The two bombers in the sky began to calibrate their noses, each aiming at a high ground and entering a dive bombing state. As the wings swayed, the two bombs hanging under the wings fell.

"Boom boom boom!" There were several loud noises.

Four thick gunpowder smoke rose from the trench areas clearly visible on Highland 1 and Highland 3.

If he followed the normal operation, Nagano Duyun should jump to at least 600 meters in the air, use a telescope to observe the effect of the first round of bombing, and then carry out a second round of bombing based on the error. If he found the enemy, he could also use the two heavy machine guns on board to strafe the Chinese positions.

They have carried out such operations more than a dozen times in the past week. The Chinese have almost no decent counterattack. The futile shooting of light machine guns on the ground can only allow the Imperial Knights in the sky to find more valuable targets.

But this time, Nagano Toyun did not.

Perhaps the suggestion of the army's millipedes to ask him to bomb with higher accuracy hit his G-spot, causing this elite pilot with 1,500 hours of experience not to fly to an altitude of 600 meters, but to fly over the battlefield at a cruising speed above 400 meters.

Even without using a telescope, the winding trenches and the dark blue uniforms visible to the naked eye in the trenches were extremely clear in the field of vision.

It's just that the number of people is less than expected. Perhaps they have all been killed by the first wave of bombs? The four huge craters on the hillside and the top of the mountain are like four gates of hell that have been opened.

This is a normal Chinese, just like in his memory, like a lamb to be slaughtered, only crawling on the ground and trembling, Captain Nagano Toyun's eyes behind the windshield are full of ferocity.

Originally, the two 150-pound bombs mounted under the wings of him and his wingman would surely destroy a trench of several dozen meters if dropped at such a height, and soil mixed with broken limbs and bodies could be seen flying in the air.

But that was still too unpleasant.

His plane also had two 7.7mm heavy machine guns. 100 rounds of 1,000 rounds of spare ammunition had just been used to scare the army millipedes. 900 rounds of ammunition were enough to plow the position in front of them several times.

Let the army millipedes watch their invincible enemies rolling and wailing under their machine guns. Just thinking about it, a strong and substantial pleasure almost made Nagano Toyun excited.

As the plane passed by at high speed, Nagano Toyun saw from the corner of his eye that there were actually more than a dozen small black dots under the wings running towards a cliff.

Obviously, this was a group of poor Chinese who were frightened by the Imperial Knights' bombs and hoped to run to the bottom of the cliff to use the dense trees and rocks to block the angry bullets of the Imperial Knights.

With a sneer of disdain on his lips, Nagano Toyun slightly shook the flight rudder, and the fighter drew a graceful arc, passing over the top of the mountain of the No. 1 position, and flew farther and farther in the sight of Cheng Tieshou who was hiding under a tree.

"Company commander, why don't you give the order to kill him? At the altitude just now, I have 70% confidence in shooting him down." Mo Songzi, who was lying next to Cheng Tieshou with an MG34 machine gun at his feet, was full of unwillingness.

The altitude of Hill No. 1 is close to 300 meters, and Nagano Toun's plane was only 400 meters high just now. At an altitude of more than 100 meters, several people hiding not far from the top of the mountain could even see the faces of Japanese pilots wearing goggles in the Japanese plane.

If Cheng Tieshou ordered the Suroton twin-mounted machine gun that was on standby to fire, and with the MG34 in their hands as an aid, there would be at least a 70% chance of blowing up this arrogant enemy plane that dared to shoot at its own position.

"Why, just this one Japanese fighter plane has tempted you, Platoon Leader Mo?" Cheng Tieshou glanced at Mo Songzi, who had a strong desire to fight, and curled his lips slightly.

Cheng Tieshou actually had doubts about Mo Songzi, a "lucky" shooter from the 67th Army who was promoted to second lieutenant by destroying an observation balloon by luck.

The battlefield is not a lucky roulette, and not every time you rely on luck, you still have to rely on strength.

According to his idea, Mo Songzi should first serve as deputy platoon leader and command heavy machine guns to see how capable he is before reusing him.

But Tang Dao rejected his suggestion as the company commander of the fire support company, and promoted Mo Songzi to the position of platoon leader, and even the platoon leader, and gave him the command of the precious machine gun MG34.

No one can overturn the decision of the battalion commander Tang. Even if Cheng Tieshou has doubts, he can only obey the order, but he is still a little worried. Now, the three platoons under his command are stationed on three high grounds, and he personally ran to the No. 1 high ground where the first platoon was stationed.

One incompetent general killed the three armies. He was worried that Mo Songzi, who fell into Tang Dao's eyes by "luck", would bring trouble to his most elite platoon.

Judging from Mo Songzi's eagerness to fight now, Cheng Tieshou didn't like him very much. He really lacked sufficient strategic vision.

Cheng Tieshou's requirements were really too high. Mo Songzi was just a sergeant squad leader before, and he was used to following orders on the battlefield. He would control the machine gun to hit whoever the superior said to hit.

Now he has only been the leader of a platoon for a few days, so he will immediately become as good as Cheng Tieshou, a veteran soldier who has experienced months of war, in judging the battlefield situation.

The battlefield will make people grow, but it also requires enough time and experience, and nothing can be achieved overnight.

However, Mo Songzi was still Cheng Tieshou's platoon leader after all. Even if Cheng Tieshou looked down on him for some reason, he still had to give him face. He sighed and patiently explained: "Even if we blow this guy up in one go, the other one will run away like a frightened bird. If we want to do it, we have to shoot down both of them in one go."

Pointing at Hill No. 3 on the other side, "Did you see the action on Hill No. 3? That was the dozen brothers specially sent by He Dabo who saw the flag signal we sent just now to attract the attention of the two Japanese planes by running.

As long as the Japanese planes dare to adjust their direction to attack that side, they will The sides are completely exposed to the machine guns and MG34s on Hill No. 1. Although there is no movement on Hill No. 2, I believe they have been prepared for a long time.

We have a firepower network composed of 3 machine guns and several anti-aircraft heavy machine guns. It looks terrible, but it is still not enough for the high-speed Japanese fighter planes. Therefore, we need to artificially create fighter planes. As long as the Japanese planes are arrogant enough to enter our trap like just now, we will have a chance to hit them. "

"Yes, yes, it's still the company commander who thinks long-term. "Some honest Mo Songzi nodded repeatedly and pointed to the sky. "What about the two Japanese planes?"

"They have already dropped the heavy bombs they carry, and the threat to us is not that big. If they don't come down, it's fine. If they dare to come down, we will kill them all." Cheng Tieshou glanced at the two Japanese planes cruising at an altitude of more than a thousand meters above his head, his eyes full of coldness.

"Then, company commander, are you going to operate the machine guns yourself this time, or should I do it?" Mo Songzi blinked.

"I'll use the machine gun, you use the MG34!" Cheng Tieshou decided to go out in person, so that he would feel more at ease.

"Well, then I'll take people to find a battle position." Mo Songzi nodded, picked up the MG34 weighing more than 10 kilograms, and waved to the people below.

In the woods, several soldiers ran over with ammunition boxes and belts, and disappeared into the woods with Mo Songzi.

Cheng Tieshou looked at the direction where Mo Songzi disappeared, shook his head gently, and tried to dispel his worries.

The extremely pragmatic commander of the fire support company probably didn't expect that there really is a "son of luck" in this world.

That's very metaphysical, but such people do exist.

There is a machine gunner with great luck on the Chinese side. For Nagano Toyun and his plane, it can only be said that he is an unlucky child.

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PS: There are two social events today, colleagues at noon and a team dinner at night, so I can only update one chapter. It's a holiday! It's even busier than usual. However, this chapter is 3,000 words, which is considered a long chapter, so I’m sorry!