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The shooting elements had been calibrated. Under the instructions of frontline observers, the mortars were shot accurately and fiercely, and the shells continued to explode in the attacking enemy groups. The sixty mortars on the positions also began to bombard, and the smoke and soil raised were raised to obscurity, and the attacking Japanese tanks and infantry separated.

The weak top armor of two armored vehicles was hit by mortar shells, igniting a raging fire. The Japanese infantry following the attack looked for concealment, while the artillery behind quickly calculated the ballistics and looked for the opponent's artillery positions.

Three tanks rushed out of the smoke and flying mud, and the short gun barrels and machine guns in the car burst out with the flames of death, but their ferocious faces were quickly hit by a head-on attack.

Within a hundred meters, on the wide front, more than a dozen steel fists were fired almost at the same time, and the warhead flew towards the steel monster at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the tank's artillery and machine guns also caused casualties to the anti-tank troops.

Boom, Boom, Boom... The continuous explosions began. Under the dazzling light, three tanks were hit by steel boxing, exploding with flames and thick smoke.

The light and heavy machine gun suddenly rang out on the second-line position and fired fiercely at the enemy. The Sixty-year-old mortar continued to bombard, killing the Japanese infantry, and continuing to create gunpowder to provide cover.

The armored vehicles in the sudden front were constantly hit and destroyed by steel boxing, and the mortars falling from the sky were also quite threatening. The distance within a hundred meters became the sea of ​​death for the Japanese to bury them.

The Japanese finally couldn't bear such losses. With the sound of sour braking, the remaining two armored vehicles reversed in panic, and machine guns fired randomly to cover the infantry to evacuate the battlefield.

Yoshimoto Eizusaki put down his telescope and his face was gloomy. He not only realized the sharpness of his opponent's teeth, but also realized how well the opponent was prepared and how deep the plan was.

The fortifications are solid and complete, with fierce and gradual firepower, and the artillery is accurate and clever. The opponent seems to have already predicted the combat method of the Locust Army. Not only have they made targeted arrangements for various offensive methods, they are calm and easy to deal with, but they also have hidden artillery firepower that can be launched suddenly and caught off guard.

"Have the artillery calculated?" Yoshimoto Eizaki asked the staff fiercely: "Order them to suppress and destroy enemy artillery immediately."

The staff officer was hesitant and said with a thorn in his mouth: "Your Excellency, from the perspective of ballistics, the enemy's artillery position is not the same, and the artillery may have to take more time."

The 82 mortars were scattered in groups of four gates and in several places with covert measures, and were prepared to transfer after being fired. The 60 mortars closer to the frontline positions even moved after firing two guns to avoid being destroyed by the Japanese artillery fire. Such arrangements undoubtedly caused difficulties to the Japanese army, but they were arrangements made by Yang Tianfeng for the greatest safety.

"Detect one place and destroy one place. Do you need to ask for instructions?" Yoshimoto Eizaki shouted in anger, paused for a moment, and continued: "Order the plane to reconnaise the enemy's artillery positions and destroy them."

In fact, without Yoshimoto Ei's order, the three Japanese planes had long been scattered to find valuable targets, preparing to bomb and coordinate the infantry attack.

The Japanese plane was looking for the target unscrupulously in the air, but did not notice a small black dot appeared in the distance to the south, flying closer and closer with the heavy black smoke raised by the explosion. There was a slight motor oscillation in the air that was not easily noticed, but this faint sound wave was easily ignored in the noise and noise of the battlefield.

Sun Gang drove the plane and along the rough landmark building with Gao Fengge, spent more than two hours, and finally found the battlefield where the fierce battle was being fought.

The explosion of fire and the rising smoke made both of them suddenly excited, and the blood all around them began to boil.

The Japanese plane discovered the target, and the cannons and personnel on the ground. He grinned and lowered the head of the aircraft, dived from the two or three thousand meters of the air. Two 7.7mm machine guns spit out long tongues of flames, and his fingers were also placed on the bomb drop button.

As the scene gets closer and clearer, the Japanese pilot suddenly finds something is wrong. The people on the ground don’t move, as if they are—a dummy?

That's right, it's the scarecrow and the fake cannon made of blackened tree trunks. The Japanese pilot found something wrong and stopped shooting, but the plane had already dived, so he had to try his best to adjust and pull up the nose.

At this moment, the hidden air defense firepower on the ground suddenly exploded, and bullets shot from all directions like raindrops, intertwining them into pieces of barrage.

The Japanese plane was caught off guard, but its diving posture was difficult to adjust and turned. It immediately fell into a fire net woven on all sides, and was hit and caught fire and smoke. The Japanese pilot flew out of the barrage and pulled the nose up, but found that the plane was out of control and staggered towards the distance with the black smoke behind him. After a long time, an explosion sounded from the distance.

"Don't lower the height, be careful of the air defense firepower on the ground." Gao Fengge was shocked and hurriedly reminded the driver in front.

"Beautiful job." Sun Gang shouted, "Look at the air defense firepower on the ground, it is well arranged. No matter which direction the aircraft comes from, it may be covered in the firepower network."

"The star layout, what Chief Yang said." Gao Fengge sighed and sighed, and then instructed nervously: "There is a Japanese plane flying in the left and on the left."

"See it." Sun Gang agreed calmly, pushed the joystick, turned a large direction, cut the radius, and walked around the back of the Japanese plane.

This Japanese plane may have seen the plane flying by Sun Gang, but it was a similar model after all, and he never dreamed that the enemy also had planes. He also saw his companion's plane being shot down. With the desire to revenge, he flew straight to the ground air defense position.

"Bite it and kill it with one blow." Gao Fengge said gritting his teeth.

Sun Gang nodded with his nose, followed the tail of the enemy plane with concentration, put the target into the aiming ring, and suddenly fired a string of bullets.

The 12.7mm machine gun bullets were violently whipped at the tail of the Japanese aircraft like a long fire-breathing steel whip. Because the production of armor-piercing detonation bullets was complex and expensive, the chains equipped with machine guns were five ordinary ones. Even if it was not detonation bullets, this string of heavy machine gun bullets hit the enemy plane, which was enough for it to drink a pot.

The plane shook violently. Before the Japanese pilot understood what was going on, the tail of the plane had already caught fire and burned, and thick black smoke came out, shaking like a drunkard and landing on the ground.

"Okay, okay!" Gao Fengge shouted loudly, as if only in this way could he express his long-suppressed emotions.

Sun Gang applauded the air defense forces, but at this time he shot down the enemy plane with his own hands, he was surprisingly calm. He looked for another enemy plane with a calm face, pulled up, climbed up, turned, and looked for another enemy plane.

The Chinese have been bullied for too long! The Chinese army has not been proud for a long time! The bloody air battle in the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan consumed too many planes and sacrificed too many comrades, including the four kings of the Chinese Air Force. Countless heroes have already sprinkled blood in the sky. Sun Gang and Gao Fengge are taking revenge, resentment, and bringing glory to the Chinese Air Force.

Two Japanese planes were shot down in a row, but the last Japanese plane was far away, but they still didn't understand what was going on, so they hurried over to observe the truth.

Sun Gang drove the plane to occupy altitude, facing the sun, suddenly dived down and flew towards the Japanese plane.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer. The Japanese pilot looked up in confusion. The sun was dazzling, and it seemed that a plane was flying towards him.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer. Sun Gang and Gao Fengge gritted their teeth at the same time. When Sun Gang could even see the ugly face of the Japanese pilot in the cabin of the enemy plane, he shot out the bullet of revenge fiercely.

A string of bullets hit the front of the Japanese plane. The pilot died on the spot. The plane was ignited by the detonation bullet and caught fire. It pulled the smoke backwards like a headless fly.

The mutation above the battlefield occurred behind the position side of the Third Column. The Japanese may not have seen it very clearly, but the people on the ground saw it.

"Damn it, this is not--" Yang Tianfeng was stretching a telescope from the cover, observing the sky, guessing but not daring to be very sure. Although he had long been a bit casual and arrogant about the Air Force, Yang Tianfeng still couldn't believe that these guys were so bold that they acted without authorization.

Sun Gang and Gao Fengge shot down two enemy planes in succession, feeling extremely happy, but did not return immediately. Instead, they hovered over the battlefield, looking for other valuable targets.

"Sir, Telegram." A staff officer handed the telegram to Yang Tianfeng with a strange expression.

Yang Tianfeng took it and looked at it. His face turned gloomy and he snorted in his nose. This was a telegram sent by Han Zhen. Judging from the time, it would be better to say it was a notification.

"Bastard." Yang Tianfeng couldn't help but curse, looked at the staff member who wanted to laugh but was holding back, threw the telegram, and said unhappily: "Since you are here, work, contact Sun Gang according to the wavelength of this radio station, and let them fly over the enemy's heavy artillery position and carry out shooting."

When Ma Biao heard this, he turned his head with a surprised expression and asked, "Is it General Yang's plane? It's not surprising. He fired two Japanese planes in a row, and he did a pretty job!"

Alas! Yang Tianfeng sighed, and this matter needs to be explained, "I keep this plane for training pilots. Fortunately, I don't always suffer the losses of Japanese planes in future battles. Unexpectedly, these guys acted without permission. Fortunately, the Japanese didn't know that there were our fighter planes in the air, and they also achieved results through sneak attacks."

Liu Chen's eyes flashed with complex emotions, and he looked at Yang Tianfeng with admiration. A local army, a small base behind the enemy, actually had its own plane. Although it was just one, it was very shocking and admirable.
Chapter completed!