The river bank was filled with smoke.
The puppet troops attacked across the river in three groups.
The roof of the turret.
The first observer held up his binoculars and looked at the distance measuring sandbags on the river bank about a hundred meters apart and shouted quickly: "Be prepared... five hundred meters high and one hundred meters high."
"Four hundred meters!"
"Three hundred meters!"
"Two hundred meters!"
"One hundred meters!"
"Hit me"
Chug tug tug tug.
Da da da da da.
Da da da da da.
The three machine guns on the roof of the turret fired almost simultaneously, with the interval between each other not exceeding 0.2 seconds.
The first bullet from the heavy machine gun feed plate showed a faint tracer after it traveled a hundred meters.
Under the brim of the hat to block the midday sun.
A stern bronze face.
The numb and narrow eyes that were pressed against the violently shaking machine gun stock were fixed on the Czech wheeled scale and the faint tracer in the distance.
The light machine gun, with a rate of fire of up to 500 rounds per minute, shook ten times in succession.
Hu Yi released the trigger and subconsciously followed the plane that had applied the plaster and left.
Waiting for the second fighter in the formation to come over.
Seeing the trajectory of the machine gun splashing up a long line of dirt on the eighth embankment on the ground, the fighter pilot's grinning face became a little surprised.
I felt an abnormal vibration coming from the tail of the plane. Could it be that the Eighth Route Army was shooting in the air?
I don’t think I saw any machine guns on the ground?
As for the rifle shooting into the air, it is a complete fantasy!
No matter what, the engine fuel tank is armored, let alone the rifle, even if it is hit by a machine gun, you are not afraid!
Continue to fire until the eight-way position disappears.
Under normal circumstances, low-speed fighter jets dive and strafe the ground, starting from an altitude of 100 meters while maintaining an angle with the ground and gradually lowering their altitude until they reach the minimum safe altitude of about 20 meters before raising again.
The speed is also the fastest when it reaches the lowest altitude.
It's a pity that the first observer's mathematical skills are really not very good and he can't judge the speed of the aircraft passing by in front of him.
I can only follow the example of unqualified instructor Madman Yang and recite the Three-Character Sutra to report the distance.
The second observer shouted excitedly: "One shot from the heavy machine gun hit the tail of the plane."
The three machine guns target three fixed positions in the air, left, center and right. The second observer needs to use tracer bullets as a reference and look at the approximate position of the aircraft fuselage with one or two black spots to determine which machine gun fired the bullet. Hit the plane!
Provide a reference for the machine gunner's next shooting opportunity.
The fixed ballistic machine gun has a rate of fire of 500 rounds per minute and can fire eight rounds per second.
The time interval between the bullets fired was approximately one and twenty-five seconds.
The aircraft flew 130 meters per second when diving. In 0.125 seconds, the flight distance was about 16 meters. There was a safe distance of 16 meters between the two bullets, which was about two fuselages.
In other words, if you shoot a long burst, in fact, with good luck, only one bullet can hit the plane!
When the aircraft passes through the intersection of ballistic trajectory and course, if it happens to fly between the two bullets, not a single bullet will be able to hit the fuselage passing by at high speed.
follow
The first observer shouted loudly: "Target two, prepare for 500 meters..."
The pilot of the second fighter jet that followed saw the first tracer bullet fired and subconsciously turned his head to look to the right.
I just happened to see the two men on the roof of the turret spitting flames under the sun.
Due to the location, the northernmost shooting machine gun cannot be seen.
Fighting a fighter sideways is unheard of!
The pilot curled his lips and ignored it at all.
Moreover, it was too late to change direction at this time.
Chug tug tug tug.
Da da da da da.
Da da da da da.
Three successive ballistic trajectories roared in the sky like elves.
The Japanese pilot had a bad feeling in his heart.
The eight fish lying on the ground look like the salted fish neatly arranged by Hokkaido fishermen on the beach.
The fighter jets' machine guns fired so hard before, but they didn't seem to hit even a single fish?
With different viewing angles, he couldn't see any difference between these eight roads. No, the eight roads were all in pits, and they were close to the south. They were using the edges of those pits to avoid bullets!
There are experts!
Dogs' brains react very quickly.
boom.
There was a crisp sound.
The left cabin glass of the fighter jet suddenly shattered
The strong wind instantly poured into the cockpit.
The pilot was startled and subconsciously pulled up the fighter jet, climbing almost vertically into the sky to slow down.
The second observer did not report the result. He thought he missed the hit.
Seeing a flash of broken glass appearing in the sky, Madman Yang shouted excitedly: "Cockpit No. 1"
Hu Yi quickly replaced it with a full magazine!
The first observer ignored Crazy Yang and shouted loudly: "Target three, prepare for 500 meters!"
"Hey, you can just shout "Ready". Why do you have to shout "Ready"? The second observer felt awkward.
"Three words together"
True biography!
The speed of the fighter jet climbing in the air finally slowed down. The Japanese fighter pilot quickly put on his goggles and flying mask and leveled the fighter jet.
From the left and right perspectives, it was discovered that there was a bullet hole in the rear glass on the right side of the cockpit.
It dawned on him instantly that he had been hit by a machine gun on the roof of the turret!
However, I have never experienced this before.
The turret we just passed was seventy or eighty meters away. Shooting at such a close distance was only discussed theoretically in textbooks, but I have never heard of horizontal shooting being able to win a battle, okay?
No, before the cabin glass shattered, I heard ballistic missiles whizzing through the air in the cabin?
I thought it was an illusion before!
My heart started to tremble. If that bullet entered from the front side of the cabin glass, even if it did not hit my body, the glass shards would splash out and pierce my eyeballs!
It turns out that Tubalu is actually shooting sideways!
The same goes for the ballistic sound just now! Not an illusion at all.
The ambush on Tubal Road actually hit the air? Baga. Let me show you how powerful the Imperial Army’s fighter jets are!
While thinking about it, the fighter jet approached the captain who was circling in front of him.
He quickly adjusted his flying posture, turned his head, and saw the captain making gestures to himself. After understanding it, he controlled the plane and slowly approached it.
Finally slowly caught up and flew level with the captain
Suddenly, I discovered that there was an irregular hole as big as a fist on the left side of the captain's plane!
The captain also took a hit?
He quickly returned the gesture and swung his wings to fly from under the captain to the right. He took a closer look and found that there was nothing unexpected! A bullet hole the size of a finger!
I feel much better now.
The two fighter jets circled slowly in the air, planning to wait for the two fighter jets behind them to come over before regrouping to attack.
The third fighter jet that followed was lucky to be unscathed!
The last one finally flew over.
This time, the two combat pilots in front were dumbfounded. The approaching combat aircraft was dragging long white smoke.
The three Nakajima Type 97A fighter jets began to reduce their speed for flight communication.
The three Japanese pilots made gestures to each other. After returning, they looked at each other in confusion.
The captain signaled for the smoking fighter to return home.
As long as the engine doesn't stop, it's nothing to smoke.
Even if you stop, it won't be a big deal. As long as you don't stall, you can make an emergency landing on any road on the plains.
Then, the three Japanese pilots who reorganized turned their attention to the tall and "fat" stronghold cannon building.
ground.
Four fighter jets strafed in formation, and the time before and after was less than one minute!
The puppet troops attacking from the bridge were the fastest.
The leading troops had already rushed across the Zhizhang River where the big stone bridge was blown up and put up planks again.
Covering the Japs and the puppet troops, the light and heavy machine guns launched full suppressive fire on the Eighth Route Embankment position.
Precision shooter looking for target
The ballistics are howling
The Eighth Route Army position on the river embankment was still filled with smoke after being shelled.
On the river embankment that had been strafed by aircraft, the dust raised by several long machine gun trajectories had not completely disappeared.
The Eighth Route Army must have been frightened by the plane, and they haven't fired back yet.
The puppet soldiers who rushed to the front began to pull grenades, preparing to throw a wave of grenades on the river embankment first.
Because the river embankment was filled with gunpowder smoke, the Japanese observers could not see the situation on the highway directly east of the river embankment.
Flag waving on top of tower
There was movement in the camouflaged pothole on the road.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers shouting slogans lifted more than a dozen sandbags from the pit to the ground.
Quickly form a heavy machine gun position.
Then, three soldiers shouted and quickly lifted Min Ersi out of the pit.
The full warehouse began to pull the bolt and press the ammunition belt, while the assistant shooter and ammunition hand beside him were nervously arranging the canvas ammunition belts.
Bum-bum-bum-bum.
A chilling sound came from the east.
The heavy machine gun ballistics were penetrating the gunpowder smoke on the river embankment and tearing apart everything blocking the way along the stone bridge. The puppet soldiers were holding smoking grenades.
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