Rise From Eight Hundred

The two fighter planes just disappeared in the sky above the Chinese defenders' positions.

This scene not only stunned the Japanese infantry on the ground, but also made the two Japanese planes still cruising in the sky at a loss.

They circled twice in the sky, and after confirming that the fighter planes of their squadron leader and colleagues were shot down by ground fire,

they continued to circle! Like a lone goose that has lost the protection of its parents.

The Japanese planes looked almost stupid in the sky, which made the worried Tan Tai Mingyue couldn't help but want to laugh: "What are those two Japanese planes going to do?"

"They! They are probably looking for a suitable place to crash into death! Look at their faces." Tang Dao put down the telescope in his hand and answered with a relaxed face.

Tang Dao must be in a good mood.

Cheng Tieshou was better than he thought. Two machine guns were firing, one MG34 was used as a trump card, and there was another machine gun hidden on the No. 3 high ground. As long as the two Japanese planes in the sky dared to come down, the three machine guns would let them know that the flight zone below 1,000 meters was a no-fly zone.

Commander Cheng Tieshou, I'm not as good as you think. At least Mo Songzi was definitely not used as a trump card. That was really an accident.

"Puff! You think the Japanese are all fools!" Tan Tai Mingyue was amused by the Tang sword.

However, the next moment, Tan Tai Mingyue's eyes widened.

The Japanese, it seems, are not very smart mutes.

"Idiots, a bunch of idiots!" The Japanese major, who was covered in dust because of dodging the machine gun bullets of the aircraft, looked at the two naval fighters in the sky with fish eyes and cursed angrily.

There were not many bombs dropped, but half of them were killed by a few simple Chinese machine guns. Isn't this just boosting the morale of the Chinese out of thin air!

Without listening to the cheers from the Chinese on the other side of the mountain, the Japanese major also knew that their morale must be high.

Morale is a mysterious thing, but people familiar with the battlefield know the importance of morale to an army. If it is high, it can even increase combat effectiveness by more than 20%.

Therefore, the commanders of both sides of the war tried their best to weaken the morale of the other side. For example, Major General Kunisaki asked for an air strike before the infantry began to attack, hoping to use air power to focus on the Chinese army occupying the high ground, so that they would feel desperate and their morale would be low.

However, the marines not only failed to achieve Major General Kunisaki's tactical goal, but also boosted the morale of the other side.

The next battlefield will definitely be a hard battle.

Aren't you navy very brave? If you have the ability, dive down and kill the machine gun fire points that just killed your colleagues!

This may be the voice of the Japanese Army Major, but he was just thinking about it.

After all, the Chinese machine gun firepower points are hidden in the dense forest behind the mountain. The two fighters have dropped two heavy bombs each. What they should do now is not to fight the Chinese to death, but to fly back to the mother ship, bring more fighters, and raze the dense forest to the ground.

But he forgot that the Imperial Japanese Navy is a famous iron head, much more iron head than the army. This tradition lasted until the end of the Pacific War.

So, the two Japanese Navy fighters swooped down from the sky in the surprised eyes of Tan Tai Mingyue, the desperate eyes of the Japanese Army Major, and the cold corners of the Tang Dao's mouth.

They really want to attack.

The 96-ship fighter equipped by the Japanese Navy is actually a multi-purpose fighter. It is a bomber with bombs and a fighter without bombs. This does not mean that this fighter can be diversified, but it saves research funds and duplicate construction money.

To put it bluntly, it is unprofessional and can't do anything.

As a bomber, it has a short range and a small bomb load; as a fighter, the firepower of the two onboard machine guns is poor. It is just bullying China because there are not many fighters. If it is pulled to the Western battlefield, this carrier-based fighter will be beaten into a little turkey in the sky in minutes.

But no matter what, the courage of the two Japanese naval pilots is first-class. Just like the knights of the ancient two armies, knowing that the opponent has raised their long lances, they still choose to hedge!

They vowed to use the bombs mounted under their wings to blow the opponent to pieces.

The bomb load of the 96 carrier battleship is not very good, but in addition to the two 150-pound bombs hanging under the wings, there is also a large 250-pound bomb hanging under the belly, which can destroy a destroyer.

As long as it is dropped in the dense forest, the killing radius will not be less than 50 meters.

At this time, the Type 96 carrier fighter, which was not a genuine bomber, was still nearly a thousand meters high even if it started to dive. The people below looked like ants. It was conceivable that the probability of the big guy under the belly of the plane hitting the target was much lower than that of the shells, even if the target was a mountain.

So, the two brave Japanese planes continued to descend.

"Shoot for me!" Cheng Tieshou fired a red flare.

That was the signal to order all machine guns to fire.

Cheng Tieshou also knew that if the Japanese planes fell into the dense forest with the big guy hanging under the belly, it would be absolutely catastrophic for the machine guns that had been moved out of the tunnel.

The machine guns weighing up to 200 kilograms would be blown out dozens of meters like fallen leaves in the face of violent air waves, not to mention the fragile human body.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Cheng Tieshou took the lead in firing, and started shooting when the two Japanese planes were about 2,000 meters away from Hill No. 1.

The machine gun squads on the other two high grounds saw that the company commander had already started, so they did it! Regardless of whether they could hit accurately or not, they aimed at the two surging Japanese planes and fired.

Puffs of smoke bloomed around the two Japanese naval fighter planes.

Mo Songzi continued to hide behind the boulder, staring at the Japanese planes that were descending from 2,000 meters away.

The machine gun had an air range of up to 2,000 meters, but the MG34 machine gun in his hand was not. Although it used an extended barrel and the flat range reached 1,500, it could only reach 1,000 meters against the air.

So, he kept waiting, waiting for the two Japanese planes to get closer and closer.

Diving down under the continuous fire from three anti-aircraft guns was actually very brave, but no one could remain calm in the face of the fearless attack of three anti-aircraft guns, even the Japanese naval pilots whose adrenaline surged because of anger. :.

They were also highly nervous. When a person is nervous, his limbs tend to become stiff, and he cannot be frightened.

Lieutenant Niuchang Fenjin was very nervous.

His name was very strange. Even in an island with many strange names, he was considered a top player among the strange ones. However, what the empire needed was warriors, and strange names could make the instructors more impressed with him.

So, after flying for more than 300 hours, Lieutenant Niuchang followed the fleet to China.

However, as a new pilot, he had very few opportunities to go on missions. It was only after the Battle of Songhu that he got a few opportunities to go on missions at his request.

But the boring battle made the emotional Lieutenant Niuchang feel extremely boring. There were no Chinese planes in the sky and no anti-aircraft guns on the ground. At most, there were some unwilling Chinese who used light machine guns or even rifles to shoot at the air in vain, but what was the use of that?

The imperial eagle flying hundreds of meters in the sky might be able to blow away the bullets by shaking its wings. Lieutenant Niuchang was full of confidence and proud.

However, the hideous and cruel face of war was finally exposed.

Captain Nagano Miyun, a veteran elite pilot, was defeated in the Chinese sky in front of the young Japanese Navy Lieutenant. At a loss, Lieutenant Niuchang felt a deep sense of frustration.

If it weren't for his leader Lieutenant Kawaguchi who finally decided to avenge his two colleagues and dropped the heavy bomb under the belly of the plane into the dense forest where the Chinese hid their machine guns, Lieutenant Niuchang would never lower the altitude of the plane.

Lieutenant Niuchang's face was tense, tighter than his heart that was about to stop beating.

Because clouds of gunpowder smoke rose in the airspace that would never exceed tens of meters around Lieutenant Niuchang. He knew that if any of these seemingly distant clouds of gunpowder smoke approached his plane by ten meters, it would be a disaster.

The flying shrapnel may penetrate the aircraft or leave his life forever in the sky of a foreign country.

The little hand holding the rudder was shaking slightly uncontrollably, no longer firm as before, and the cheeks blown by the strong wind had already stiffened, but the remaining courage of the Imperial Navy Knight could still allow him to continue diving. As long as he moved forward 100 meters, he would pull the bomb gate and drop the heavy bomb under the belly of the aircraft.

As long as it could be dropped within 100 meters around the target, the surging air waves could overturn those damn anti-aircraft machine guns. That was a 250-pound bomb, which could even turn 80-centimeter-thick reinforced concrete permanent fortifications into ruins.

"Close, close! I can avenge Captain Nagano soon." Lieutenant Niuchang muttered to himself to encourage himself.

Then, a bright flower of bullets shone in Lieutenant Niuchang's eyes, almost blinding him.

Mo Songzi, 900 meters away from the Japanese army, fired.

Mo Songzi's hand holding the butt of the gun was more stable than ever before. He believed that he could definitely kill the enemy plane at an altitude of 600 meters.

This was the strong confidence built up after having a record. Provide you with the fastest update of Rising from Eight Hundred, Chapter 603 Navy-style Iron Head is free to read. :.