The little devils were lying on the cold rocks, not daring to breathe. The sudden silence of the Chinese fighter jet made them, the two-foot-tall monks, confused and could only lie down quietly.
The place where the Japanese forward troops were hit was still burning with flames, and wounded soldiers everywhere were still howling. Medical soldiers were forced to appear and shuttle among the wounded soldiers.
Masao Nakamura was lying on the rocks and was confused. In such dark mountains and high mountains, why did the Chinese fighter jet suddenly become silent?
This is counterintuitive.
Could it be that the Chinese fighter jet suddenly suffered a mechanical failure?
Or is it out of gas?
In Nakamura Masao's opinion, this should be a good thing, so he asked the soldiers to quietly pass on the orders one by one, and everyone continued to lie still and wait for changes.
They couldn't see the Chinese fighter jets in the dark, and similarly, the Chinese pilots couldn't see them either.
If this Chinese fighter jet went silent due to a mechanical accident or lack of fuel, it should crash soon.
Also, how come the Chinese fighter planes have so many bullets, as if they can’t finish them all? This is not the style of the I-153 or I-16.
A staff officer who once worked in the Air Force Logistics Department told Masao Nakamura that the Chinese fighter had converted its machine gun firepower to integrate zero use.
Masao Nakamura also knew that every fighter plane would have spare bullets, and this fighter's bullets had been half used.
The hurricane on the 214th night battle rose into the sky. Zhou Zhihan saw that except for the machine gunners who aimed aimlessly at the sky, all the little Japs were lying motionless on the cold rocks. He smiled sarcastically. He would play with the little Japs tonight. A game of cat and mouse.
Night Battle Hurricane No. 214 glided silently in the high sky and hovered behind the Japanese army.
The last Japanese artillerymen had no machine guns.
This time, Zhou Zhihan wanted to fire from behind the Japanese rearguard, first kill the clumsy artillery, make all the little devils panic, and then eliminate them one by one.
At the end of the line are the artillerymen, who also serve as rearguards.
Nakamura Masao knew that the artillery moved slowly and could not keep up with the large troops. Since surprise troops were to be launched, the large troops could only advance lightly, and it was helpless for the artillery to stay behind.
Zhou Zhihan putted, and the No. 214 night battle hurricane was about to be a raptor preying in the dark, suddenly attacking the Japanese army in the silence.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
No. 214 Night Battle Hurricane opened fire, and two red flames were shocking in the dark night. They rained down on the various artillery shells carried by the Japanese, immediately causing an explosion, and people nearby also suffered.
Seeing the rearguard unit being attacked, Nakamura Masao completely gave up the idea that the Chinese fighter jet might crash. At this time, he could only look angrily at the blurry figure of the No. 214 Night Fight Hurricane, which was spitting rain of bullets, among his rearguard unit. He shot back and forth over his head, round after round, until he ran out of bullets again and disappeared into the night.
Listening to the rumble of the fighter jet disappearing into the distant sky, Nakamura Masao stood up, dusted off the dirt on his clothes, and issued an order: "Everyone should continue marching except for the military doctor who stayed to rescue the wounded soldiers."
Seeing all the forwards and rearguards being hit by Chinese fighter jets, and the wounded soldiers wailing all over the ground, Nakamura Masahiro was holding back an unknown anger. In the darkness, he allowed the opponent's fighter planes to fly back and forth and attack his own team. This was what he had done for the general. He has never encountered a humiliation before, and now he can only lead the team to move forward. There is no other way.
"General!" a combat staff member asked fearfully, "What will happen if this Chinese fighter jet comes back again?"
"Baga!" Masao Nakamura had nowhere to vent his anger. Hearing this, he slapped the combat staff in the face, "The Chinese have no more bullets. After all the first batch of bullets have been fired on all fighter jets, they will be replaced with spare ones. Bullets, once they are used up, there are no more.”
"Hi!"
The beaten combat officer knocked his heels together, made a "pop" sound, and lowered his head to admit his mistake.
The troops continued to light torches and move forward. The lightly injured soldiers continued to move forward with the support of their companions, while the seriously injured soldiers stayed behind and waited for rescue at dawn.
As soon as the large army passed by, there was a burst of gunfire behind them. This was because the seriously injured soldiers could not bear the severe pain and fired to free themselves.
After being hit hard twice, the morale of the 42nd Regiment led by Masao Nakamura was low, and they no longer had the fighting spirit they had when they shouted "Long Live the Emperor" before being attacked.
The troops walked forward for a few minutes, and suddenly the sound of the rumbling propellers and engines of a fighter jet was heard in the distance. Then all the lights on a fighter jet lit up and appeared in their sight.
"Baga!" Nakamura Masao ordered with anger and helplessness, "Lie down, hide! Machine gun fire...Gagaga..."
The machine gunner immediately held his machine gun and fired wildly into the air.
But it was useless. The range was not enough. The machine gun bullets were like welcome fireworks. They all turned around and fell before they reached the fighter jet. It was very gorgeous.
The Japanese soldiers were frightened, extinguished their torches, and once again all lay on the ground, looking up at the majestic Chinese fighter jet in the sky.
It's the same fighter jet just now.
This Chinese fighter jet is so irritating and arrogant that it dares to turn on all the lights in the dark.
This is a provocation!
This is Chi Guoguo’s provocation!
In the darkness, Masao Nakamura's face was ashen. He had never experienced such humiliation. Under the pressure of a fighter jet, the entire regiment lay down on the cold rocks over and over again to avoid the bombing.
This is simply a great shame and humiliation for the emperor's people.
I just left for a few minutes and now I'm back. Are the bullets of this Chinese fighter jet unlimited?
Also, how did this Chinese fighter jet fly in the dark mountains without crashing into a mountain?
Does this pilot have night eyes?
Is this China's new night combat aircraft?
This is impossible.
Even the empire does not have such night-fighting aircraft. How could the weak and backward Chinese Air Force have one?
It is impossible for the Soviet Union to have such an aircraft.
Masao Nakamura couldn't bear it anymore and ordered the combat officers around him: "Find a way to kill this Chinese fighter jet!"
No one spoke.
The fighter circled beyond machine gun fire and the gunners were helpless.
rifle?
Don't even think about a rifle.
Mortar, mountain artillery, infantry artillery?
Don't even think about it, it's just shells hitting mosquitoes.
Just when Nakamura Masao was furious but had no choice, the Japanese soldiers simply closed their eyes and lay on the ground to rest. They were too tired. Ever since they set out to reinforce the Miki Regiment, they had been marching hard and fiercely fighting everywhere they went. Charge and counter-charge, they had never laid down quietly to rest for a few minutes like they did now.
Nakamura Masao suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down. Anger is a sign of a general's incompetence, and anger is everyone's biggest enemy.
The way to be a general is to be able to control your emotions and do what ordinary people cannot.
Ten seconds later, Nakamura Masashiro was as calm as water and his voice was cold: "Order the machine gun team to set up a machine gun position on the slightly flat mountainous area in front. We will find a way to lure the man's fighter jet to pass there at low altitude, and all the machine guns will fire together to shoot it down. .”
"Yes! General!" A major lieutenant lying next to Nakamura Masao agreed, then stood up and headed for the machine gun team.
Under the leadership of the team leader, the machine gun team quickly arrived, set up the machine gun, pulled the bolt with a "clatter" sound, and stood ready.
Five minutes later, just as Masao Nakamura and the people around him were discussing how to attract the fighter jets, the roar of the fighter jet suddenly disappeared and disappeared into the night like a ghost just now.
As a result, the little devil fell into hesitation and fear again.
Sudden!
"It's raining!"
A soldier holding a machine gun whispered.
The machine gunners raised their heads, raindrops falling over their machine gun positions.
"It's indeed raining."
Masao Nakamura raised his head and murmured. He was happy and sad at the same time. He was happy that the pilot's vision was blurred when it rained and the Chinese fighter planes would leave. He was worried that the rugged mountain road would become more difficult, but in any case, he could only let this The troops can march normally only after the God of Plague leaves, otherwise they will be suppressed in the mountains, which will be very frustrating.
At this moment, Nakamura Masao's steely will began to waver. This was the biggest challenge he had encountered since leading his troops into China.
Something is wrong.
Masao Nakamura touched the raindrops on his face.
The smell is pungent.
Hiss~~
This is the smell of gasoline.
Why does rainwater smell like gasoline?
Masao Nakamura thought for a moment and exclaimed: "No, let the troops disperse quickly and beware of enemy fire attacks."
As soon as Nakamura Masao finished speaking, a burst of furious machine gun sound suddenly came from the air, and several tongues of flames instantly sprayed onto the machine gun position.
"Buzz!"
In the blink of an eye, the Japanese machine gun position was surrounded by fire. Dozens of figures stumbled in the fire, letting out bursts of screams.
Immediately afterwards, the fire spread rapidly from the Japanese machine gun position to both sides. Wherever it went, the fire ignited the clothes of many soldiers. Some soldiers fell into the deep cliff while fleeing in panic, and screamed horribly.
Nakamura Masao could no longer calm down. He knew that a little gasoline had been poured on his body. He quickly stood up and tried to escape, but there were many people around him, the place was small and there was no place to hide, and the fire spread too fast. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of him, and he was breathing. He immediately set his clothes on fire.
Several officers who were not on fire swarmed over him, sprayed them with sand and mud, or took off their clothes and beat them. Fortunately, not much gasoline was dripped on Nakamura Masao, and the few small fires were quickly extinguished. Even so, his beard and hair A large area was also burned off, and there were a few minor burns on his head and face, but nothing serious at all.
Hiding under a rock, watching the entire machine gun squad being swallowed up by the fire, Nakamura Masao gritted his teeth, but was powerless. He looked up into the sky and saw the blue sky and white sun emblem under the wing of the fighter jet, shining in the light of the fire. It glowed, then disappeared, disappearing into the darkness again.
Masao Nakamura murmured to himself: "Is this Chinese pilot a man or a god?"
Watching the Japs' machine gunners "dance a strange dance" in the fire, Zhou Zhihan couldn't bear it, but then he remembered the common people who were burned by the Japs while they were sleeping, along with their homes, and his heart immediately became as hard as a rock. : "You old little devil, these are given to you for the people who died tragically in the fire..."
A few minutes later, another burst of machine gunfire suddenly rang out. Masao Nakamura turned around. In the firelight, rows of soldiers lying on the ground were like gun targets. Their bodies were twisting under the bombardment of bullets, and strange things appeared on their bodies and heads. flower……
At this moment, Masao Nakamura felt desperate. His self-confidence collapsed instantly, and the gunshot wound on his cheek suddenly hurt. Then the sky and the earth spun before his eyes, and he fell down on the rocks amid the chaotic dance of light and shadow.
