After a rumble sounded in the sky.
The Japs paused their attack.
Lieutenant Okawa's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
The hit rate of the eight-way bombs on the mountain ridge is ridiculously high!
Six of the experienced fire team were killed and more than ten injured!
The elites that the empire spent a lot of money to train were blown up by a few grenades that were not even worth an ocean!
He couldn't accept this result at all!
There is also good news. Not long ago, the team that was outflanking to the south joined another pursuit squadron. They had discovered the team that was escaping to the south and were making arrangements to encircle them.
He believed in the ability of his second lieutenant.
I even believe that what is on the mountain ridge must be just the broken eighth road.
It is absolutely unacceptable to allow the best of the best to participate in such a tough battle!
So he called for air support directly.
The first one to come now may be a reconnaissance plane!
Then, the fighter jets will arrive and deal a fatal blow to the Eighth Route Army.
Any idea of respecting the opponent was thrown into the smelly field pit next to it!
Wait for the plane to deal a fatal blow to the Eighth Route Army on the mountain ridge, and then launch a charge to clean up the defeated Eighth Route Army soldiers.
The captain behind him had another combat mission, so he still sent him a squadron of reinforcements, which should arrive soon.
Three fires in the valley lit up the smoke to guide the fighter jets.
Otherwise, deep in the vast mountains, it would be impossible for the pilot to find his current position.
The reconnaissance plane finally arrived!
The lieutenant's heart slowly calmed down.
The Japanese radio operator was whispering nearby: "Report, the pilot sent a message saying that there is nothing on the mountain ridge..."
The assistant muttered: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
The lieutenant thought for a while: "What the hell, did Tubalu get into the hole?"
The assistant shook his head: "The rock in front of me is not limestone, and it is unlikely to form a natural cave!"
Puzzled, the lieutenant tore off a piece of thatch and said, "It is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to dig out a mouse hole in the stone in such a short time."
The assistant next to him thought for a while: "Maybe there is a cave on the mountain, and we can't see it from below..."
The second lieutenant who had been staying nearby suddenly said: "There is another possibility that the Eighth Route Army has made a disguise..."
The assistant shook his head: "No matter how disguised he is, he can't escape the eyes of the observer on the low-flying reconnaissance plane!"
"There is also a possibility that there are not many people in the Eighth Route Army on the mountain ridge at all..." The second lieutenant continued to guess: "So far, the Eighth Route Army has fired no more than twenty rounds of bullets and nine grenades. Three people can do it. !”
The lieutenant sneered: "You mean, three Tubal Road blocked one of our squadrons for nearly an hour?"
"I...just based on the actual situation analysis, it is also possible that the cunning Eighth Route Army deliberately concealed its firepower!"
There was no point in guessing, the plane could only continue to circle.
After a while, the observer on the plane sent another transmission to confirm the position.
The plane continued to circle over the ridge.
Still nothing.
The lieutenant was angry: "Send another report and let the fighter jets bring incendiary bombs!"
The assistant was shocked: "It can't be used. If incendiary bombs are used to ignite wildfires, we will not be able to pursue them at all."
The lieutenant said with a dark face: "You don't even know what season it is now..."
The assistant knew that the lieutenant was dizzy with anger, so he reminded: "Sir, it hasn't rained in the mountains for nearly a year. Look at the thatch around us. There are more dead branches and leaves than new ones..."
"Then let the reconnaissance plane conduct low-altitude reconnaissance...machine gun fire!"
...
The reconnaissance plane almost whizzed past the mountain ridge.
The thatch covering several people's bodies was lifted by the strong wind.
Fortunately, the soldiers' military uniforms were almost the same color as the slate gray, and due to the angle of vision, the observer who was close to the pilot's seat did not see anything strange in the thatch.
After one round trip, the plane flew towards the north of the mountain ridge.
Liu Manhe quickly raised his voice: "Everyone stay away from the top of the mountain, sneak to the south hillside, spread out a little more, and use each other's bodies to suppress the thatch..."
After a burst of movement on the mountain ridge, large pieces of "thatch" began to move toward the south slope.
The soldier whose thatch was overturned quickly tied it up with mountain vines...
The observer couldn't hear each other talking amid the huge roar of the engines in the cabin. The observer handed a written card to the pilot in front.
The plane that turned around began to turn around in a half circle and came back again.
This time, the onboard machine gun fired directly, and the bullets left two obvious ballistic traces...
There seemed to be no human figure on the mountain ridge at all.
From east to west, and then from west to east, he pulled back and forth along the ridge twice. Hundreds of bullets were poured into the bushes and thatch on the ridge.
The reconnaissance aircraft mountain was reorganized parallel to the top of the mountain ridge to allow observers to see more carefully...
Except for the sparse bushes and thatch that were disturbed by the strong airflow, there was still no trace of Tsukuru.
I flew along the ridgeline of the mountainside again. Apart from a pile of thatched grass, I didn't see even a single person...
The observer wears many hats and constantly presses the radio transmit button.
Telegrams continued to be sent, and the lieutenant at the foot of the mountain simply did not believe that there was no Eighth Route Army on the mountain.
Based on intuition, he judged that the reconnaissance plane must have missed it.
Or maybe the Eighth Route Army really found a hole to burrow in like a mouse!
A barren mountain like this would be impossible to hide from the observers on the plane in the sky unless they were prepared in advance.
The lieutenant immediately ordered his men to raise the grenade again after it had been blown up.
Even if they were hit by eight-way grenades again, they still had to figure out the true enemy situation at the mountainside ridge.
No matter what, it's better than waiting and guessing.
Soon, the reconnaissance plane that received the message approached the mountainside again.
Grenades hidden in the bushes on the mountainside began firing grenades.
Boom...boom...
The grenade is above and near the ridge.
Shrubs and gravel flew around, constantly falling outside the ridge.
Without specific goals, there is naturally no accuracy.
This time, the grenade shooting almost didn't stop, and more than twenty grenades hit the high-level Eighth Route Army position one after another.
The grenade barrel will heat up after being hit a few times, and the gap between the barrel and the grenade will become wider and wider.
Due to air tightness, the height of the grenade fired from behind is lower!
Finally, a certain grenade just happened to roll over the ridge, and before it could turn around, it happened to land on a piece of thatch...
When this grenade reached the ridge, it had reached its highest point and hit the soldier's lower back directly.
A strange thing happened immediately: the grenade launched by the Japanese grenade used a collision fuse.
Due to insufficient kinetic energy, this grenade did not explode!
The grenade stopped at the soldier's lower back, surrounded by thatch and stopped moving.
The soldiers nearby stared at this scene in stunned silence, worried that the bomb would explode at any time...
Smoke billows from the mountain ridgeline.
The stone began to roll down the hillside, and the dust it brought up flew with the mountain wind.
The reconnaissance plane flew back and forth for a long time, but still found nothing.
Fighters in a two-plane formation appeared from the east.
After the airborne machine gun fired again into the thatch on the top of the mountain ridge, the reconnaissance plane decided to return.
The target below is obvious and can be seen as soon as the fighter jets come over.
Staying here any longer is a waste of ammunition, not to mention a complete waste of gas...
If it weren't for the legendary elite of the advance team below, the observer would have directly called the commander below a stupid pig in the message!
The two fighter jets began to dive.
The aerial bomb released its safety and fell, and then the second...
boom...
The bushes and dust are churning, the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking...
The huge air wave lifted off the camouflage of the warrior who was hiding at least thirty meters away from the mountain path at the top of the mountain.
The fighter jet dropped its aerial bomb and quickly moved away, but did not see this scene.
"Everyone take cover and don't fight back!" The messenger's voice spread, and he doubted that no one could hear it.
Gao Yidao felt his blood burning. Is the Japanese bomb so powerful?
The warhead aircraft did not carry many aerial bombs, and its machine guns began to fire at the bushes on both sides of the mountain road.
When passing over the top of the ridge again, the machine gun strike range began to expand and extend.
Aerial bombs ignited dead branches and leaves in the bushes, and wildfires began to spread...
"They are all hidden. If anyone dares to expose the target, I will tell him to go back to his hometown and farm..." Liu Manhe was helpless. Facing the Japanese plane, he could only be beaten and unable to fight...
You can almost see the face of the Japanese pilot clearly.
Unfortunately, even if ordinary machine guns shoot into the air, it is difficult to hit enemy aircraft...
According to the regulations, neither rifles nor machine guns are allowed to be used for masturbation...
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