Rise From Eight Hundred

The two fighters drew a large arc in the air, and then adjusted their direction more than 2,000 meters away, pointed their noses at the front of the No. 1 position, re-entered the battlefield at an altitude of about 500 meters, and then lowered their noses, aimed at the front of the No. 1 highland and began to dive.

The Japanese and Jing'an troops on the ground had already calmed down from the commotion, and looked at the high-speed shadows of their own fighters that had just scared them with dissatisfaction and expectation.

Although the pilots of the Imperial Navy fighters were idiots, compared to the fact that they could kill the Chinese who could kill them, the Japanese army still hoped that they could succeed immediately.

Compared with face and life, it's nothing!

800 meters, 700 meters, 500 meters. Soon, the altitude was reduced to 400 meters again. The Chinese soldiers in the field of vision were getting closer and closer. Nagano Toyun could see the fearful eyes of the other soldiers staring at his plane. He put his hand on the trigger of the onboard machine gun, his eyes were full of ferocity and arrogance, and he muttered to himself: "Come on, damn Chinese, tremble! Repent to the imperial warriors with your blood!"

"Da Da Da!"

Before Nagano Toyun pulled the trigger, four tongues of fire suddenly swept out from the bunkers on Hill No. 2 and Hill No. 1, sweeping into the air.

It was not the machine guns hidden behind the mountain and hidden by the dense forest that fired first, but the four heavy machine guns in the bunker.

"Asshole! Playing this trick again!" Nagano Toyun was first nervous, and then furious.

This land-based heavy machine gun with a slightly slower firing rate is not a big threat to the aircraft galloping at high speed in the air, but who knows?

During the Battle of Songhu two months ago, when fighter planes were dispatched to bomb Chinese positions, the Chinese army, without anti-aircraft guns, used this simple land-based heavy machine gun and light machine gun to form a ground fire network to fire at the air. In the end, two Imperial Navy fighter planes were hit and black smoke billowed.

When his plane, the captain of the squadron, returned to the mother ship, he found that there were more than a dozen holes in the wing skin. If it deviated a little more by two or three meters, it would hit the cockpit.

And for the Type 96 bomber, which had no armor at the bottom of the cockpit, what would be the consequences of being hit in that position? Just thinking about it made his eyes shrink suddenly.

This may be the so-called psychological shadow! Although the four heavy machine guns that fired hard did not hit Nagano Tomo, who had already arrived hundreds of meters away, it scared him.

At that moment, Nagano Touyun finally understood that he had encountered a trap set by the Chinese. The Chinese were too cunning. They used running soldiers as bait to attract him to attack, but they concentrated several heavy machine guns here waiting for him.

Unfortunately, he was protected by Amaterasu. The seemingly sudden attack and dense enough firepower network did not hit him at all, including the wingman beside him. After the two Japanese planes flew over the terrible area at high speed, the two Japanese pilots and their beloved planes were unscathed.

This is also the gap in strength. Not only is the firing rate of the land-based heavy machine gun useless for high-speed moving targets, but the accuracy of the Chinese machine gunners is also average.

However, although he was talking loudly, his body was very honest. Nagano Touyun, whose balls were almost retracted into his abdomen, had actually quietly shaken the rudder in the midst of his endless scolding, and pulled the nose up, preparing to fly over Hill No. 1.

As for the personnel baits that the Chinese took the initiative to throw out, in fact, compared with the firepower points that they took the initiative to expose, they no longer have much tactical significance.

When he turns in front and returns to this position, the so-called cunning of the Chinese will become their own nightmare.

The two strong fortifications that can defend against howitzers will be completely destroyed by his bombs.

How can a hunter with only a hunting knife hunt an eagle in the sky? He can only be scratched by the eagle.

"Tanaka-kun! Raise the altitude, you left and I right, and kill the Chinese firepower points in the next round of attack." Nagano Miyun, who was about to fly over the top of the mountain at high speed, reminded his wingman on the radio station.

"Received!" The Japanese Navy lieutenant, who was only 200 meters away from Nagano Miyun, answered on the radio station while stretching out his hand and making a gesture to his superior.

That was a gesture of confidence.

But that was also the last time Nagano Miyun saw the response from Lieutenant Tanaka Masayuki.

Or, this is what Lieutenant Tanaka Masayuki wanted to say.

Nagano Duyun, who was startled by the blazing trajectory of the heavy machine gun, obviously did not notice that even though he had taken the initiative to increase the altitude, the plane flying over the top of the mountain at high speed was only 150 meters away from the top of the mountain, almost close to the top of the mountain.

The strong wind swept by the wings blew over the treetops on the top of the mountain.

While the strong wind blew over the trees, it also revealed the machine gun position hidden in the dense forest on the other side of Hill No. 1, only 30 meters away from the top of the mountain.

Nagano Duyun's belly was exposed to the muzzle of a Swiss-made twin-mounted anti-aircraft 20mm anti-aircraft gun.

Such a close distance, and such an attractive target, suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Tieshou who was already sitting in the machine gun shooting seat.

So much so that Cheng Tieshou, a veteran shooter, was stunned for a moment, just like when he was 17 or 18 years old and was still thinking about how to confess to the "village flower", but the "village flower" took the initiative to say to him: "Brother Tietou, when are you going to propose to my family?"

The huge joy filled the whole chest of Captain Tietou, so happy that he even forgot to step on the firing pedal hard, but just kept turning the wheel to adjust the muzzle of the gun to follow the direction of the fighter plane's continuous advance.

The captain of the independent battalion's fire support company stared at the sky, and the Japanese navy captain in the sky also looked down at the ground.

The eyes of the two Chinese and Japanese soldiers of the same rank collided. Although they couldn't see each other's faces, miraculously, they seemed to be able to feel each other's emotions.

One was emotional and ready to fight, and the other was horrified and cold all over.

"Damn it, I'll let you be awesome!" Cheng Tieshou was not confused by the sudden happiness. After all, he stepped on the firing pedal hard at the most critical moment.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Two fire snakes suddenly rose up, like two giant pythons hunting, suddenly popped out of the mountains and forests, stabbing at the two Japanese planes that had just passed over the top of the mountain.

At such a close distance, according to common sense, the 10 rounds of magazines equipped by the two machine guns fired at full speed can at least bite one or two shells from the enemy plane at a chasing shooting distance of 500 meters.

The Chinese soldiers hiding in the dense forest hundreds of meters or even kilometers away held their breath and looked at the sky.

As soldiers, they all knew that this was the first time and perhaps the last time that anti-aircraft machine guns were used to fight Japanese fighter planes on the three high grounds. :.

Because when the Japanese fighter planes were alert, they could no longer play any unexpected attacks. The machine guns would never easily show their heads and expose their positions again.

Unfortunately, Nagano Miyun was an elite pilot of the Japanese Navy with more than 1,500 hours of flying experience, and had participated in more than 30 bombings and more than a dozen air combats.

Under the expectant eyes of the Chinese soldiers on the ground, the Japanese plane being chased suddenly hit the rudder to death, and the entire fighter plane was like a frightened skylark, and it rolled continuously and fell more than 40 meters in a hurry at high speed.

The altitude dropped rapidly, and the plane seemed to lose balance and was still rolling in the air.

However, the two fiery red ballistic missiles that were chasing it were empty.

There was silence on the ground.

Did it miss?

It must have missed.

"Damn it, the Chinese still have an ambush!" Nagano Touyun, who was already dizzy and trying to endure the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, had his facial muscles twitching violently.

The sound of the terrifying machine guns that were harvesting like the scythe of the Grim Reaper in the back had stopped, and they had at least three seconds to reload the board.

And three seconds was enough for his fighter to fly forward another 400 meters. The Chinese had not hit it at such a close distance before, and it was obviously even more impossible at this distance.

"You are dead, dead, I will blow you to death! Blow you all into powder!" While trying his best to control the fighter that was about to completely stall and enter a spiral falling state because of his extreme control, he was ruthless in his heart.

"Mo Songzi, shoot! Shoot!" Cheng Tieshou's forehead was covered with sweat and he screamed heartbreakingly.

He rarely missed, but he really missed just now.

It was not that his shooting skills were not superb, but that the Japanese plane was far more flexible than he imagined. It actually avoided the trajectory of the two machine guns and was about to fly a mile away to escape.

But as the last resort on the high ground, the MG34 had not fired a single bullet until now.

What was Mo Songzi waiting for? Did he even lose the courage to shoot?

Behind a huge rock less than ten meters away from the top of the mountain, Mo Songzi, holding the butt of the gun with both hands, suddenly pulled the trigger.

The belt supported by the auxiliary shooter quickly retracted, and the yellow-orange shells flew all over the place, and some even flew to Mo Songzi's bare arms with his sleeves rolled up.

The hot shells burned red marks on the strong muscles, but this did not stop Mo Songzi from holding the trigger tightly.

The German machine gun with a firing rate of up to 1,000 rounds per minute and a heavy machine gun-type long barrel was fully fired at this moment.

In three seconds, at least 30 bullets were ejected.

The ferocity on Nagano Touyun's face solidified, and he lowered his head and stared at the large mass of blood spreading on his chest.

A bullet shot in from the rear of the cockpit, penetrated the thin seat, and penetrated the back of the Japanese Navy captain wrapped in fabric.

The warhead was completely deformed after being blocked by the iron skin and the seat. The kinetic energy was insufficient, but it was still enough to roll through the human body.

From this moment on, Nagano Touyun, who lowered his head and stared at the wound on his chest, knew that he had no way to survive.

But the fierce light in his eyes did not diminish, and he still reached out to the mechanical wrench on his side. Pressing there, the two heavy bombs under the wing would be dropped.

Even if the Chinese could not be killed, they would leave a hideous mark on the Chinese land. The brave Imperial Navy would not be defeated by death.

Unfortunately, the ‘brave’ Japanese naval knight couldn’t do it.

Because the one who hit him was a ‘lucky guy’, a Chinese machine gunner who had shot down an observation balloon by luck.

This time, his luck was even better than the last time.

Amid the sound of “puff puff puff” of tearing linen, in the vision of the extremely disappointed Chinese soldiers looking up, a Japanese plane suddenly trembled a few times and emitted thick black smoke. It flew forward for less than two seconds and turned into a ball of fire. The altitude dropped sharply, and finally, it exploded into fireworks all over the sky, which was more brilliant than the fireworks set off during the New Year.

Finally, two loud noises of “boom, boom” resounded through the mountains one after another.

This was not the explosion of the plane itself.

Even if Mo Songzi was a lucky man, and dozens of bullets all hit the Japanese plane, and a few bullets happened to hit the oil tank of Nagano Miyun's plane, causing it to ignite and then explode, turning the entire plane into a fireball in the strong wind, but the propeller-driven plane with a relatively simple structure could not explode with such brilliant colors.

If that were the case, the plane might lose control due to damage, and the most common situation would be to fall headfirst to the ground, crashing into a pile of waste slag together with the pilot, and then being burned into non-recyclable garbage by the fire.

Mo Songzi hit the oil tank.

But what really caused this catastrophic consequence was actually a bomb that had not been thrown under the wing of Nagano Miyun's plane.

Several bullets first penetrated the oil tank, and the crazy leaking fuel encountered the sparks caused by the bullet jumping on the steel fuselage.

The 150-pound aerial bomb was ignited by the high temperature caused by the instantaneous explosion.

The bombs mounted on Nagano Tomoyuki's plane have not been dropped, just to find valuable tactical targets. Compared with watching the smoke rising from the bombs in the sky, he actually prefers to see the scattered bodies of the enemies blown away with his own eyes, so that he can feel a strong sense of pleasure.

Now, it has become the most deadly poison.

Is this very similar to life? How you calculate life, then life will reward you with what you have calculated.

The 150-pound bomb is not as awesome as the 500-pound bomb, but if you know that a 75-caliber mountain artillery shell is only 6.5 kilograms, the 150-pound bomb is almost equivalent to a cluster of eight 75-caliber mountain artillery shells, and the killing radius on the ground is about 40 meters! To put it bluntly, people in an area about the size of 6 basketball courts, no one can escape.

So, what is it like to have such a bomb explode in the air?

The person who felt it most deeply was probably not Nagano Toun, who was trying to express his bravery. The moment he was hit by the plane, he was surrounded by flames. The high temperature of 2000 degrees instantly roasted his brain, which was still immersed in Japanese bravery. It was not as fresh as the brain flower in the traditional hot pot in Sichuan Province. If you must describe it with a sense of taste, it should be a little old and crispy.

The Japanese fighter plane, which could fly more than 90 meters per second like a startled swan, had already flown nearly 400 meters at the moment of the explosion, but the air wave of the aerial bomb explosion still swept over and swept down the trees on this side of the hillside.

If it were not for the protection of the boulder, Mo Songzi, the lucky shooter, his deputy shooter and ammunition handler would definitely be thrown high by the air wave and become the first batch of victims of the independent battalion in this battle.

Even so, more than a dozen soldiers in the two machine gun groups were also shocked by the terrible sound waves of the aerial bombs exploding out of thin air, and their ears bled, and they almost became deaf.

This was the result of Cheng Tieshou's order to plug everyone's ears with cotton pulled out of their cotton jackets.

The instigator was unlucky, but Lieutenant Tanaka Masayuki, who had the most profound experience, actually had the most say.

The last time his boss saw his hand gesture, he saw the whole process of his boss turning into fireworks.

In order to ensure the hit rate, Cheng Tieshou finally decided to use flag signals to notify Hill No. 2 to join him in attacking the Japanese planes passing over Hill No. 1. Lieutenant Tanaka could actually be a lucky person and escape this disaster.

But unexpectedly, Nagano Miyuki's skill in controlling the plane was too awesome.

When rolling to the right, the distance between the two planes was more than 200 meters, but it finally became 150 meters.

So, when this poor Japanese Navy lieutenant watched his boss, who was a hundred meters away from the side, explode into a group of fireworks, he was pale.

Not only was his boss finished.

But it seemed that he was also going to be finished.

In his suddenly widened pupils, the boss's military plane that exploded into a ball of fireworks was not actually gorgeous, but the clouds in front were wonderful. The words "wind and clouds" were not enough to describe the changes in the sky in the vision of the Japanese lieutenant.

However, the high speed of the explosion did not give the Japanese lieutenant time to think about idioms.

Just like a small wooden boat sailing on the vast ocean and encountering a level 12 typhoon, the 96 carrier battle lasted only two seconds before it completely disintegrated.

This time, there was no sound, just so quietly, Lieutenant Tanaka Masao and the fragments of his plane were scattered to the mountains.

No one knows what Lieutenant Tanaka Masao was thinking at the last moment of his life as he fell from the air to the ground at a high speed.

Because the cherry blossoms in my hometown have long withered! ...

PS: Today is a small battle. I wrote nearly 5,000 words in one go. I feel that there is no need to divide it into chapters, so I will post it all at once. Today is a big chapter! Provide you with the fastest update of Rising from Eight Hundred, Chapter 602 The cherry blossoms in my hometown have withered! Free reading. :.