The weather was nice, breezy and cloudless.
Two shells landed accurately on the ridge.
There were two loud bangs followed by bursts of smoke.
The shooting on the mountain stopped.
The platoon leader shook his head, shook off the gravel and dust, and shouted to the side: "Don't stay at the col, move and retreat quickly..."
"It's okay, we are condescending, the little devil can't hit him..."
"Don't be careless..."
With his ears still ringing, the observer and deputy machine gun shooter shouted: "No, the Japanese plane is coming again..."
"Hurry up and put on your disguise..." The platoon leader was startled. The kid thinks too highly of himself. We are just one squad. You not only use mortars, but also call in planes?
"Don't stay next to the mountain trail, try to get into the gaps between the rocks..."
"Check the disguise carefully...The Japanese plane is like an eagle in the sky, and we are little chickens. As long as he can't see us, he is blind..."
The smoke rising from the top of the mountain was the best indicator target, and the two-plane formation of fighter jets quickly flew over the mountain ridge.
The pilot immediately made visual observations to find the target.
However, I saw nothing...
It flew steadily to the north, and after confirming the target with the ground report, the battle turned around and flew back again...
Pilots are all talented people. Not only must they be able to hold conferences, they must also learn how to code, send and translate reports...
There's nothing we can do about it. The Eighth Route Army is on the mountain ridge, the imperial elites are at the foot of the mountain, and the air information communication board is basically useless...
Two aerial bombs screamed from the sky...
Two huge plumes of smoke rose from the mountain pass where the mountain road crossed the mountain ridge.
Stones of all sizes rolled down the mountain ridge.
The soldier next to the special platoon leader muttered: "Platoon leader, the kid's plane is flying so low, how about I shoot him twice?"
"Don't talk nonsense, masturbate with a rifle...do you think it's to shoot a bird?"
"Hey, that kid's plane has such a big target, it's much easier than shooting birds."
"Shut up. Your superiors have issued strict orders. It is forbidden to shoot at Japanese planes. It is a waste of bullets. Pay attention to concealment..."
"I heard that the troops in the plains used rifles to shoot down an airplane..." The soldier was unwilling to give in: "Besides, we are not ordinary troops and we have no shortage of bullets..."
"Oh, what I said doesn't work anymore? I'll let you clean the latrine later..."
"During the Hundred Regiments War, I even killed a Japanese major general with one shot. Even though it was an accident, you have to give me a chance, right?"
"Confinement for three days..."
"..." The soldier finally stopped talking. Since you won't let me do it, platoon leader...I'll hit you later when you're not paying attention!
After dropping two more bombs, the plane hovering over the ridge stopped.
We can only use two 7.7mm airborne machine guns to shoot aimlessly at all the bushes and weeds on the ridge that may hide people.
Watching the fighter jets strafing back and forth after dropping bombs on the mountain ridge.
Lieutenant Okawa was angry.
Because what came was the empire’s outdated Type 95 biplane fighter.
And what he asked for was a bomber!
A bomber that can throw gas bombs and incendiary bombs!
The assistant came to the lieutenant's side: "The flying team said there is no air now...the bombers are bombing Baiyun Mountain..."
Dachuan knew what Baiyun Mountain meant to the Japanese a few days before he set out, and he was discouraged: "Since the Eighth Route Army on the mountain ridge is right there, I don't have to tell you how to defeat them?"
The assistant nodded.
Then let the messenger start to signal.
The Japanese troops on both sides immediately accelerated their climb up the mountain ridge.
In order to see the situation on the mountain ridge clearly, the observer stepped back and kept looking with his telescope at the situation on the Kou Shu mountain ridge next to him.
Lieutenant Okawa devoted most of his troops to the attack.
The second lieutenant who was attacking from the front saw that there was no counterattack on the mountain, and immediately became more energetic: "The engineers will speed up the demining, and attack with all forces..."
The pilots who keep strafing the little Japs back and forth are not stupid. When they see the Japs attacking below, they immediately focus their strafing attacks on the Japs near the mountain road ahead.
The reason is very simple. If you are ambushed by eight routes, you will definitely be guarding both sides of the mountain road.
The fighter aircraft has very strong endurance. If it does not take any tactical actions after taking off, it can continue to hover above the opponent for three or four hours!
...
There were a total of five soldiers guarding the mountain road. If the special platoon commander had not ordered the transfer before the plane arrived, they might all have died at this time.
The bullet made a loud crunching sound as it hit the stone next to him.
The machine gun's trajectory was like a saw pulling back and forth beside him.
The bushes and weeds on the mountain were quite dense, and the Japanese pilot couldn't see the strange thing lying among the bushes in the gaps between the rocks.
The special platoon leader estimated the time: "Check weapons and prepare to fight!"
Even if they are all killed by enemy planes, we still have to fight back the enemy who are about to go up the mountain!
Needless to say, the Japanese must be attacking upward at this time.
The mountain ridge is not high, and terrain like the day before yesterday is something you can encounter but cannot seek.
The loose bullets are pressed into the bridge one by one, and the pistol bullets are pressed into the magazine or pressed into the magazine.
The machine gunner of the only machine gun in the team was carefully taking out the two spare magazines hidden in the cloth bag to see if there was any dust.
I can't move at all now.
If you move, you will be strafed by Japanese planes.
Estimating the time, the little devil wants to clear the mines, so he shouldn't come up that fast.
boom...
The grenade fired a grenade and exploded directly on the mountain col.
The Japanese pilots were also unambiguous and adjusted their flying posture accordingly. The machine gun trajectory was centered on the explosion point, and the net was drawn in all directions to shoot.
The mountain ridge was not high, so we did not fight back. The Japanese who had lined up mines were already halfway up the mountain...
The Japanese who came up the mountain from both sides were faster. They had already climbed the ridge and began to outflank them from both sides.
At this stage of the battle, under the cover of aircraft, no matter whether you are on the eighth or ninth route, you will only be wiped out by the imperial army.
"Report to Captain Ma that Japanese planes are bombing the mountain ridge..."
"Where's the correspondent?"
"He went over to notify the third platoon leader to retreat. He was almost at the bottom of the mountain."
Ma Liang immediately ordered: "Hide on the spot..."
The special platoon leader who led the team looked at Ma Liang: "We have to go and bring them back..."
Madman Yang jumped off the stretcher next to him and immediately stopped him: "You can't go..."
The platoon leader was stunned for a moment. He understood that if he went to respond now, he would simply die. There was no retort.
Madman Yang was not interested in explaining, so he placed three stones on the ground and asked the soldier carrying the communication board to place the white board on the ground to form an arrow pointing directly at the mountain ridge.
The special platoon leader was stunned for a moment: "What are you going to do?"
Madman Yang replied smoothly: "Point to the target!"
We're just watching here, who are you going to point out?
fighter...
Fighting chicken? What...you mean the Japanese plane?
Crazy Yang nodded.
I fuck your mother, the platoon leader immediately prepared to draw his gun.
Madman Yang glanced at him and kicked him, sending the unsuspecting platoon leader away.
"How dare you attack the platoon leader?" The soldiers of the special service group gave up and raised their guns and pulled the bolts...
The big dog had a black line and quickly stopped him: "Listen to me... The Japanese plane knew they were on the ridge. He did this to make the Japanese confused about their target..."
The leader of the row bared his teeth and said: "Fart, if you put up two signs, the little devil will believe it and think I am an idiot?"
Madman Yang ignored him, pulled out the flare gun, held three paper shell flares in his hand, and loaded the one with the red dot on it.
Then he looked up and looked at the direction of the Japanese fighter jets in the distance. After waiting for a while, he raised his hand and pointed at the sky...
Madman Yang ignored the hot barrel and loaded the second round into the flare gun.
He raised his hand and fired again.
The flare that shot up into the sky suddenly began to turn into a bright red point.
Follow Madman Yang and fire the third shot...
The soldiers of the special service group with guns raised looked at each other.
The second red highlight...
Following the third shot, it turns into a green highlight.
You can see it very clearly in the valley in broad daylight...
The platoon leader reacted: "Fuck, this guy is a spy, he deliberately exposed our position..."
"The whole team... go out..." Crazy Yang seemed to be getting excited and started talking more. He didn't even care that Ma Liang was the top commander here and gave orders directly.
The Japanese planes roared overhead, and the soldiers of the special service group trembled with their legs, staring at the back of Madman Yang who was walking in front and waving to the Japanese planes.
No, after the Japanese plane came over, they didn't drop bombs or shoot with machine guns.
The Eighth Route Army has strict discipline, and Ma Liang is the highest commander. Even if the soldiers of the special service regiment saw a platoon leader being beaten, they did not refuse Captain Ma's order to advance north.
If looks could kill, Madman Yang would have died at least twenty times.
It seems like it's flying behind and then turning around...
Ma Liang suddenly asked Madman Yang: "There are a few Japs running away. If they report to the Japs in the north, they have a radio station, wouldn't we fall into a trap?"
"The Japs heading east are right in reporting the news, but those in the west are not so fast..." Crazy Yang had a lot to say about Ma Liang.
Ma Liang nodded: "When the Japanese soldiers left, the battle was not over yet..."
Speaking of this, Ma Liang suddenly stopped, which meant that this man had already thought of a countermeasure when he was cleaning the battlefield in the south. He couldn't help but shuddered: "You asked Li Laosi to stay to the east of the warrior just to guard against the little Japs. Send someone back to check on the situation on the battlefield?"
"Understood?" Crazy Yang returned to his true self again.
"It takes at least an hour for the Japs to come back and forth. You want us to pretend to be Japs and attack the mountain ridge..."
The big dog next to him stared with big eyes: "The hell can you let the Japanese planes hit the advance team..."
Madman Yang shook his head: "Are you dreaming?"
"Wait until it gets dark soon, let's give up the mountain ridge position to the little devil from the advancing team. He can't see the planes in the sky clearly..."
"Bullshit..." Madman Yang was speechless. He wore a Japanese military uniform and deceived a Japanese kid once to get his plane back, but he cheated twice. He was really stupid as a kid with a radio station.
The big dog was endless: "Tell me how to use that board..."
The roar gradually faded away, and I saw the Japanese plane flying towards the mountain ridge to the north again.
The platoon leader looked at the Japs uniforms with blood still wet on them, and moved forward to ask questions, but happened to hear Ma Liang speak and forgot to speak for a moment.
After listening for a while, he squeezed his fists hard and finally couldn't help but take two quick steps: "Well... I apologize to you for what happened just now..."
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