After watching the anti-aircraft artillery, Yang Yuanshan was about to take Li Yunlong back to the camp headquarters to continue discussing how to deal with the little Japanese from Heyuan County, when someone suddenly screamed:
"The little devil's plane is coming! There are so many planes!"
Yang Yuanshan looked up and saw a dense mass of planes coming from the west. At a glance, he could tell there were at least a dozen of them!
What a bomber!
It is clear that there is no air force to bully the Eighth Route Army.
Otherwise, as long as there are two fighter jets, they can turn these relatively slow-moving bombers into fireballs with the audacity to come out without fighter protection!
Yang Yuanshan also felt huge pressure in his heart and couldn't help but curse:
"Good fellow, the little Japanese air force is dispatched in full force!
For those who didn’t know, you thought I had stolen Shinozuka Kazuo’s wife! "
Then, he shouted to Gao Yuanzhi and Feng Shuanglin:
"Quick, the anti-aircraft guns are ready to fire and knock down all these planes!"
After hearing this, the two men quickly arranged for the soldiers to go to their respective artillery positions, and the ammunition handlers prepared to carry the shells.
But Feng Shuanglin couldn't help but complain in his heart: Battalion Commander, battalion commander, you gave me three hours to recruit people to form an anti-aircraft gun company and learn to fire. It's only been two hours now!
Fortunately, I have quick hands, otherwise it would be difficult for the soldiers to learn how to fire cannons!
Next to him, Li Yunlong also pointed his telescope at the Japanese plane in the sky with a solemn expression. After a moment, he said:
“There were a total of twelve planes, and the scene was really big enough.
Yang Yuanshan, you are the first battalion commander in our Eighth Route Army to be treated like this.
This card is bigger than me! "
Yang Yuanshan ordered the soldiers in the guard squad behind him:
"Go quickly and notify the comrades who are cleaning the battlefield to hide on the spot and find low-lying areas or craters to squat down."
While pulling Li Yunlong to hide under a big tree nearby, he watched Gao Yuanzhi and Feng Shuanglin prepare to fire at the Japs plane.
"Yang Yuanshan, there are so many Japanese planes, can these cannons of yours deal with them?"
Li Yunlong was a little worried.
“Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Now it is too late to order everyone to retreat into the mountains. "
Of course Yang Yuanshan knew that the soldiers in the anti-aircraft artillery company were all novices who had never played with anti-aircraft artillery. Gao Yuanzhi was able to fire off a single shot just now, which was already quite good.
As for the accuracy, there is no way to ask for it.
You know, the ranging, aiming, and advance calculation of anti-aircraft guns cannot be learned in a short time!
Now we can only rely on Feng Shuanglin's experience in using heavy machine guns to shoot down planes. He can shoot down one or two planes to scare away the little Japanese's bomber formation.
After all, for little devils with poor resources, every plane is very precious.
And pilots are the treasures among treasures. Once they find that the cost-effectiveness of continuing bombing is too low, they should immediately run away and retreat.
…
On the anti-aircraft gun position, Gao Yuanzhi and Feng Shuanglin directed the soldiers to adjust the elevation angle of the anti-aircraft gun while ordering the ammunition handlers to prepare the shells.
Gao Yuanzhi even ran over and said to Feng Shuanglin:
"Old Feng, I have experience in fighting Japanese planes. Can you take command?"
At this critical moment, Feng Shuanglin did not refuse and nodded immediately:
"good!"
…
Soon, all preparations were in place, and at this time, the Japs' bombers also flew over Qingniu Mountain.
Seeing the chaos on the ground and the miserable appearance of the armored train with the biggest target, the pilots of the Little Devil couldn't help but feel angry.
It felt like the glory of their locust army had been trampled on, as if they were wearing a cuckold on their head.
At this time, they also saw many figures in gray military uniforms running below. They immediately dived and opened fire with heavy machine guns, shooting at the people below.
At this moment, the person responsible for directing the soldiers, militiamen and villagers on the scene to carry the loot was Zhou Xianpei, the instructor of the secret service camp. When he saw the Japs firing machine guns, he quickly shouted:
"Squat down quickly, don't run around!"
Hearing his shout, the soldiers of the secret service battalion were able to obey the order. Those who had not found a shelter to squat down quickly crouched down on the spot.
The militiamen were barely able to obey orders.
But those fellow villagers who came to support could not.
Seeing the Japs shooting with machine guns, causing gravel to fly on the ground, some people couldn't help but wet their pants in fear. Unable to restrain their inner fear, they ran away.
But now, there are 12 little Japanese bombers in the sky!
There were three or four of them swooping down and firing heavy machine guns. How could they outrun the Japs' machine gun bullets with two legs?
In almost a minute or two, he was beaten on the spot by machine gun bullets and his limbs were mutilated. It was extremely tragic!
Zhou Xianpei's eyes turned red when he saw it. It was he who mobilized these villagers one by one to help!
Now that he died here, he didn't know how to explain it to their family.
He quickly shouted crazily:
"Folks, don't run around! The more you run, the faster you will die!
Find a place to squat down immediately. The Japs can't hit you with their machine guns! "
…
On the anti-aircraft gun position over there, Gao Yuanzhi was filled with indignation when he saw the Japanese planes wreaking havoc, and he quickly shouted:
"Old Feng, why don't you open fire yet?
The little devil's plane should be able to be hit by us at this height, right? "
Feng Shuanglin replied coldly:
"Wait a minute, just swoop down on these planes now. Once we fire, there may not be any results."
After hearing this, Gao Yuanzhi could only give up and stare at the distant sky.
…
Under the big tree in the distance, Li Yunlong saw that the anti-aircraft gun did not fire, and asked Yang Yuanshan in confusion:
"Yang Yuanshan, what are your people doing?
Still not firing?
Didn’t you see the little devil’s plane bullying us? "
"Captain, Feng Shuanglin is the commander of the anti-aircraft artillery company I appointed. This battlefield command is his business. We can just watch."
Yang Yuanshan explained.
He had great confidence in Feng Shuanglin.
This guy can knock down a plane with a heavy machine gun. There's no reason why he can't knock it down now if he uses an anti-aircraft gun.
If he doesn't fire now, he must be trying to give the little devil a hard blow.
"Well, you are so stupid, you really have a way of leading a team."
Li Yunlong himself is a person who hates his superiors dictating his command. How can he not appreciate Yang Yuanshan's behavior of delegating power to front-line commanders?
…
In the sky, the little Japanese pilots used their machine guns to fire at the people running on the ground, with evil smiles on their faces.
He was still muttering:
"Damn Tubalu, if you dare to offend the honor of our army aviation force, you will die!"
After one wave of fighting, they turned the plane's head again and continued shooting from east to west until there were no more people on the battlefield who dared to run.
But at this time, they did not give up and stopped the attack and began to drop bombs.
Aerial bombs were thrown from the bomb bay one after another, hitting the place where the loot was piled on the ground.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
Explosions sounded one after another, and countless trophies that had not been moved away were blown up by powerful aerial bombs.
On the anti-aircraft gun position, Gao Yuanzhi became anxious and asked Feng Shuanglin:
"Old Feng, if you haven't fired yet, our loot will be blown up!"
Feng Shuanglin also felt the pressure, gritted his teeth and said decisively:
"Okay, how about using one cannon to attract the Japs plane, and then firing the other cannons?"
"Okay, let's do it!"
Gao Yuanzhi agreed.
Then he slightly adjusted the angle and direction of the anti-aircraft gun under his butt, and then stepped on the trigger of the anti-aircraft gun.
"boom!"
There was a sound of artillery, and the shells flew out and hit the little Japanese bomber in the sky.
(End of chapter)
