Bijia Mountain, Rong 1st Regiment position.

Gouwa's class just repelled another attack from the Japanese and was resting.

"Squad leader, come and smoke a cigarette." An old soldier came to him happily and handed a crane wing cigarette to the dogwa as if he was offering treasures.

"Crane Wing?" Gouwa glanced at him and said, "It turns out you went out to find cigarettes just now?"

"Isn't this a silence?" the veteran scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I can't stand it anymore, so I can only borrow half a pack of cigarettes from the Japanese to smoke."

"Not to be an example." Gouwa took the cigarette.

"Yes, no, no," the veteran quickly scratched a match to help the dog kid light a cigarette.

Gouwa took a deep breath and felt the thick smoke rolling in his chest, with a breath of indescribable pleasure. As a soldier, there was not much to enjoy.

It is already a luxury to be able to sit down and smoke a cigarette quietly after the battle.

The veteran also lit a cigarette for himself, squinted his eyes and enjoyed it, and said, "Squad leader, are you wondering? Why did the Japanese change their temper this time? It's been a day and a night, and their heavy artillery hasn't been around yet?"

Before this, the Japanese army's propulsion methods were very regular. The infantry first advanced about ten kilometers, and then their artillery group would advance about ten kilometers.

After getting to know the Japanese's path, their Rong 1st Division and even a few friendly military advisors made corresponding adjustments. Assuming that the Japanese's heavy artillery group was about to follow, they retreated ten kilometers and waited for the Japanese infantry to catch up before blocking them. Then after about a day or so, when the Japanese artillery group was about to follow, they retreated again.

But sometimes, they occasionally miscalculate the time, or the Japanese cannon groups follow up in advance, and they will be immediately bombarded by Japanese heavy artillery, which is really not very pleasant.

The Japanese heavy artillery hit him, which was really earth-shaking.

But this time, after they retreated to Bijia Mountain, it had been a day and a night. The Japanese heavy artillery group still did not keep up, and infantry were rushing repeatedly.

Gouwa took a sip of cigarette and said, "I'm wondering too."

The veteran said, "But I think, the Japanese must have nothing to hold back."

"Don't worry!" Gouwa said with a lip, "It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married, so he can go."

Before he finished speaking, the roar of the plane engine suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Fuck!" the veteran cursed, "I just said that the Japanese didn't hold back their weight, the heavy artillery did not come, the Japanese air force came, and this is not a good person."

Their 1st Division suffered a lot of losses from the Japanese Air Force.

Gouwa also jumped up and said repeatedly: "Machine gun is ready!"

Due to the lack of air defense weapons, they can only use machine guns to defend against air.

The only Bronning light machine gun in the class was immediately raised, and Gouwa also raised the Galand rifle in his hand. Although the probability is very small, the rifle can also shoot down the plane.

A few days ago, a soldier from the Rong 9th Division shot down an enemy plane with a rifle.

At that time, it was also widely promoted throughout the army as excellent experience.

The veteran next to him put out the cigarette that had been taken for a few times, put it behind his ear, and then picked up the official rifle placed at his feet, pointing it to the sky.

However, after waiting for several seconds, no enemy planes appeared.

"Strange thing." The veteran asked, "Why didn't there be any enemy planes appear?"

"Behind, behind us!" Another veteran suddenly shouted.

Gouwa and the veteran looked back quickly and saw more than a dozen planes emerging from the clouds behind them.

"Hey, this doesn't seem to be a Japanese plane." The veteran said with a tent, "The Japanese planes are painted with plaster patterns, but under the wings of these planes are painted with... blue sky and white sun patterns, haha, our plane!"

"Squad leader, it's really our plane, ours!" the other soldiers also shouted.

Gouwa suddenly became excited and said in a deep voice: "That's right, our plane!"

"Fuck, it's just waiting for our Air Force!" The veteran jumped up and waved to the sky, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Brothers of the Air Force, kill these beasts raised by the bitch!"

In the next moment, more than 30 brothers in the class jumped up from the trenches, waving and cheering.

It is difficult for people who have not endured suffering to understand the feelings in Gouwa and their hearts. If you have to make an analogy, it means that after six months of winter, the first ray of sunshine suddenly came. This mood is generally similar to that in Gouwa and their hearts, and the excitement in their hearts cannot be described in words.

Fighters flying in the sky found cheering officers and soldiers on the ground.

So, the dozen or so fighters were arranged in a herringbone shape, then drew a large circle around Bijia Mountain, and then dived towards the Japanese position in front.

Gouwa immediately pulled his gun and shouted: "Brothers, come with me!"

All the brothers of the Air Force were dispatched, how could their infantry fall behind?

As soon as Gouwa and his squad rushed out of the trenches, a communication soldier rushed from a distance.

"Squad Leader Chen, Squad Leader Chen!" The communications soldier shouted while chasing, "Squad Leader Chen..."

Gouwa kept running forward, but turned around and shouted loudly, "If you have any farts, please let go!"

The communication soldier took a breath and shouted loudly: "The regiment commander has an order. The whole regiment will fight back, fight back, fight back!"

"Are you blind? We are already fighting back!" Gouwa groaned and then roared back, "Everyone is there, follow me and kill..."

...

In the sky.

Zhang Fan drove Eagle No. 9, adjusted his posture slightly, and then dived down.

In the blink of an eye, the speed of Eagle 9 had exceeded its limit. The wings cut open the air and made a whimpering scream. It sounded very scary, but Zhang Fan only felt a burst of excitement.

When someone faces danger, he will not only not be afraid, but will instead be excited.

Zhang Fan belongs to this, so he is not afraid, but he feels excited.

The fighter dives at high speed, and the boundless earth is like a giant screen, covering the cockpit of Eagle 9, and the Japanese positions on the ground become larger and clearer at an astonishing speed.

Through the fighter's porthole, you can even see the Japanese running in a hurry.

You will have today too? Haha! Zhang Fan let out a wanton laugh and pressed the machine gun's launch button.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..." The two m2 Bronning 12.7mm caliber heavy machine guns installed at the nose of the machine opened fire first, and then the two m1919 Bronning light machine guns installed under the wings on both sides opened fire.

Four dazzling tongues of flames instantly whipped violently towards the ground.
Chapter completed!