Mountain ridge to the east.
Fan Liu's Nakajima Type-1 "Falcon" fighter jets completely became the overlord of the sky.
There is no aircraft capable of fighting in the three gun battles!
The Tuba Road on the east and west hills is hard to fly!
It is only a matter of time before these Tubal Road secret agents are eliminated...
After plowing the mountain ridge several times by swooping back and forth, the pilot finally realized that something seemed wrong.
As for how many Eighth Route Army soldiers were killed by the airborne machine gun, or whether they even hit the Eighth Route Army, he was not sure...
During the intervals between aircraft strafing, Tubalu always seizes the opportunity to show up, and uses the most primitive method: throwing stones at the foot of the mountain ridge!
And the ground troops who were approaching the top of the mountain ridge were knocked off the cliff by rocks from time to time!
Looking at the steep mountain road, the pilot was really helpless except to continue to swoop down and shoot at the eight-way strafing on the mountain ridge.
The purpose of entering the mountain this time is mainly to support the attacking ground troops. The place under the wing that could have been used to mount two aerial bombs is now empty. It is possible to drop a bomb...
The Japanese aircraft was originally equipped with advanced radio walkie-talkies, but it was a pity that the call quality was extremely poor and had almost no use other than increasing the weight of the aircraft!
The way pilots collaborate is either by signing or using the aircraft's flight attitude.
More pilots habitually bring a blackboard and a few pieces of chalk in the cockpit before taking off to write bird songs on it to communicate with their teammates...
The Japanese lieutenant who attacked the top of the mountain ridge was even more frustrated. The mountain road was narrow. Every time the grenadiers threw their grenades vertically, the eight soldiers above could always hit the rocks accurately.
He looked completely beaten.
The heavy firepower mortars at the back haven't been shipped yet...
The terrain on the mountain ridge is unknown, and even if the pilot can see it, there is no way to immediately communicate it to the ground troops.
The pilot was not stupid. He immediately changed the direction of the strafing and adjusted the flight direction to the north-south direction, thinking that this would allow the Eighth Route Army to escape. However, the pilot was disappointed. There were too many rocks on the mountain ridge, and the Eighth Route Army was as agile as a monkey. Before the projectile reaches it, take cover behind the rocks where the machine gun bullets can't hit it.
If it flies too low, Tubalu will occasionally use machine guns to shoot at the aircraft...
It felt like the wing of the plane had been hit by a Tubal machine gun. Fortunately, there was no problem with the plane, but the pilot did not dare to fly too low...
The six planes circled helplessly in the sky, turning over and over again to swoop down and shoot...
"Mancang, if you can shoot down a plane, I will ask your sister Guihua to find a wife for you..." Tang Dagou stared at the plane with big eyes and his teeth were itching. He tried to shoot several times with his rifle, but failed. Not a single shot hit...
Mancang shook his head in embarrassment, looked at the plane going away, and adjusted the machine gun position to avoid the machine gun trajectory of the Japanese plane he was about to face again: "I obviously hit the one at the front, but the Japanese plane didn't seem to be afraid of bullets at all. ..."
"You didn't hit the plane's engine or fuel tank..." Liu Manhe shouted at the top of his lungs as he threw a stone weighing dozens of kilograms down the cliff again.
After speaking, he shook his head, and a cloud of dust rose up from his military cap, which was filled with stone chips that had been hit by machine gun bullets and splashed on the rocks.
"Concentrate three machine guns to shoot. Even if the plane is not afraid of bullets, if it happens to cover the enemy flying the plane, it can still be shot down..." Big Dog thought that the army had used this method before, but it was not used that time. He fired more than a dozen machine guns and fought for a long time before knocking out a plane that was smoking, but the plane still flew away in the end...
You don’t have an anti-aircraft machine gun, but you still want to masturbate? Madman Yang, who was hiding in the cracks of the stone, looked at the two hundred and fifty and couldn't help but shook his head: "It's impossible..."
The observation post shouted at the top of his lungs: "The plane is coming again, be careful..."
Ma Liang, who was as anxious as Fan, turned a deaf ear and still held up his binoculars to look at the mountain ridge beyond Jiuying in the west.
The smoke seemed to be billowing on the mountain ridges in the distance, and then carried away by the mountain wind.
He knew very well that the Japanese had begun to attack the battalion commander...
However, there is nothing he can do now...
Even if it gets dark, the battalion commander probably won't be able to break out...
Li Laosi next to him looked at the direction of the roaring plane, and quickly pressed Ma Liang's head behind the stone.
After throwing stones on the mountain ridge, the soldiers of the special service group screamed and jumped up and down in the pile of rocks towards the shelter position that their comrades had found early.
Even though they knew how to dodge machine gun bullets, several guerrilla fighters and student platoon leaders were still bitten by machine gun bullets...
At this time, there is no way to give first aid to the wounded. We can only bandage the wounds. Life or death...is life...
...
Hu Yi risked his head being hit by a hail of bullets and quickly glanced at the Japanese attack formation on the gentle slope. He immediately ordered the messenger next to him: "Quickly inform Tian Sanqi that he must wait until the Japanese approach the cliff before pulling out." Ringing mines..."
Having been beaten by the Japanese countless times, he knew very well what methods he would use to attack in such a situation.
It is absolutely impossible to compete with the Japanese in terms of firepower.
But there is no problem in giving the devil some eye drops.
With long-term experience in fighting the Japs, he knew that the Japs were capable of shelling, so there were not many people who asked Tian Sanqi to arrange positions on the edge of the cliff highlands in advance.
Even so, Tian Sanqi Company still suffered more than a dozen casualties.
You can only bring the Japs closer to make the Japs' mortars useless.
Having used machine guns for many years, he knew better that the trajectory of Japanese machine guns could only be in a straight line, and that it did not pose much of a threat to the soldiers hiding behind the rocks when attacking from above.
Tian Sanqi's heart was bleeding, and half of his platoons had lost their combat effectiveness before the battle even started!
Staring at the Japanese infantry at the foot of the cliff with blood-red eyes, he shouted to the messenger next to him: "Hurry up and call Wanpao to fire a few rounds and blow up the Japanese machine gun position..."
"Yes..." The ordering soldier quickly took advantage of the cover of the rocks and carefully crawled away from the position where the bullets were fired...
Behind a certain boulder.
The machine gun bullets were too dense, and Wan Shaoxi with the mortar team did not dare to take the risk of probing.
He ordered the four or five soldiers who followed him to push a stone to the boulder that was integrated with the mountain ridge according to his request.
In this way, a gap can be formed between the two stones.
Soon, amidst the sound of bullets from the Japanese machine guns hitting the rocks in the distance, Wan Daoxian leaned into the gap with wide eyes and began to observe the coordinates of the Japanese machine gun positions.
He felt a little unhappy. These natives thought that knowing a few words meant they were literate.
These two hundred and fifty can't calculate ballistics at all!
He has to do everything himself...
From observer to first gunner and second gunner, he is the only one...
The eight who followed him to learn artillery were all 250...
In addition to learning how to charge No. 1 and No. 2 charges, even adjusting the pitch machine is just a blind adjustment...
Chief Hu is good at calculation, but he is the commander...
The old bandit Qi also knows how to calculate. He doesn't go to the front line at all because he is a wounded soldier...
Li Xiang wanted to defend his retreat, so it was naturally impossible for him to be his assistant...
Fortunately, I had to trick the little devil sergeant into giving these two hundred and fifty men artillery lessons for two days...
That devil deserves to die. Just talking about theory is of no use...
If only two of the eight groups could calculate ballistics and mark the coordinates of the fire points that the enemies might deploy in advance, there would be no need for him to scratch his head and make temporary calculations.
As for using his strengths at this time, he raised his thumb to measure the distance and direction to shoot... Under the dense fire of machine gun bullets from the Japanese, he would definitely be able to punch eighteen holes in his head...
Naturally, you can't do a job that is just looking for death...
While scratching his head, he wrote and scratched ghost symbols on the paper of the cigarette pack that no one could understand. His cultural level was not very good. He cursed for a long time, but he didn't think he was tall enough...
Suddenly, a messenger climbed up next to him and said in a loud voice: "Brother Wan, Captain Tian asked you if you can shoot a few Japanese machine gun shots..."
"Fight, fight, fight, do you think I don't want to fight?"
"How about you let me try?"
"You? Get out of here right now..."
The orderly soldier of Tian Sanqi Company did not move away. He hesitated and suggested seriously: "I can shoot grenades!"
"That's right...the Japanese artillery position is far away and the grenade can't hit it. The machine gun position is 300 meters away. Isn't it within the shooting range?" Wan Bashi muttered to himself, and slapped the prostrate soldier on the ground on the shoulder. He ordered the second "artilleryman" under Li Xiang next to him: "Hurry up and get the grenades for me..."
When the grenade was delivered to Wan Daoxi, the correspondent sent by Xiao Hongying braved the dense rain of bullets and crawled to Hu Yi among the rocks, shouting at the top of his voice...
The kid's bullets were whizzing overhead like they were free. Hu Yi frowned: "Speak louder...what did you just say?"
The soldier who sent the order quickly reported: "Liu Yuanqing, brother of Madman Yang, said that he has a way to make the Japanese have nothing to eat this time..."
(This chapter is over. Thanks to Hanjiang Chuxue, 4026, 4766 for the reward... Brothers who are immoral and smoke for free, hurry up and start reading. Click on the book and cast two free recommendation votes...)
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