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Chapter 167, Plane Crash

The Eighth Route Army soldiers who broke into the Eastern Fort fought with the devils and fell four or five more. The remaining dozen or so people seemed to be surrounded by the enemy.

The leading platoon leader was leaning against the wall, almost unable to stand.He was stabbed twice again, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Regret?
are you afraid?

He definitely has no regrets, and he will not feel afraid either. When his family members were brutally killed by the Japanese army, he has nothing to be afraid of.

He just brought the brothers, but couldn't bring them back, and he felt annoyed in his heart.

You can only kill one and count as one, fight to the last moment, and die together with the little devil.

"Platoon leader, hold on, someone will definitely come to meet you."

A soldier stood in front of him, confronting the devil with a gun, and both sides were watching carefully.

In bayonet fighting, the winner can be determined in an instant.

"Leave me alone, be careful, that devil's bayonet is fast."

The platoon leader gritted his teeth and reminded, and touched the grenade on his waist with his other hand. Even if he died, he would change it.

"Look!"

"My God, the plane is smoking..."

A ghost not far away pointed to the sky and yelled.

Many Japanese soldiers were attracted to look up.

All I saw was that two planes were blown into the air and exploded, turning into huge fireworks.

The remaining two planes are in emergency evasion.

The Royal Army's plane was blown up?
The little devils were puzzled in their hearts. They didn't even want to believe that the plane that was blown up belonged to them.

Until someone said: "The rising sun flag is painted on the plane, it is the plane of the Imperial Army."

The devil who looked up had to accept the fact that his own plane was blown up.

"Fly... dodge!"

"Fly high, if you fly high, you won't be able to hit it!!"

They shouted to the sky, as if they could command the pilots to get rid of the anti-aircraft fire of the Eighth Route Army.

It's like shouting a few words of cheer on the court, and you can achieve a perfect defense or score a goal.

The shooter who operated the anti-aircraft gun was very clever, and the shells exploded in the air were just right, and they were arranged into a net.

The plane that shuttled through the metal storm was blowing black smoke and seemed to be dying, and fell towards the Eastern Fort.

Another plane shot down?

Oh my god, are the planes of the imperial army cursed? Why were they all shot down? !
The plane landed in the northwest corner of Fort East, and a violent explosion occurred.

The fireball formed by the explosion rose several meters high, and people nearby could feel the ground shaking.

The gravel fragments formed by the explosion were like a rain of fine stones to the people inside and outside the East Mission Fort, smashing down with a crackling sound.

The Japanese army is full of despair,

The planes that came in to support them were the cause of their morale boost.

In a blink of an eye, four planes fell and three planes fell. There was nothing worse for the Japanese army than this.

Their reinforcements are gone! !

"kill!"

With a murderous shout, the bayonet pierced the devil's chest.

The morale of the Eighth Route Army who also witnessed the crash of the plane was greatly boosted. Suddenly, they had endless energy and took the initiative to meet the devils. They caught the devils by surprise and retreated steadily.

They shot down the plane, the devils have no reinforcements, even if they all die here, it's worth it.

"The company commander and the others are here!"

Some soldiers shouted happily.

In an instant, they heard a cry of killing, and their company commander rushed over with more than people, and a new comparison occurred in the number.

The ratio of the number of enemies to us is now one to four.

The company commander rushed forward with his men to kill the devils, then turned his head and shouted at the soldiers behind: "Pick up the wounded, let's rush out!"

"Platoon leader, hold on, and you will be saved if you rush out."

The soldiers took the wounded and killed them.

At this time, the winner in the sky has been decided.

That lucky fighter was not targeted immediately, and his companion helped him block the gun again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the fighter turned around, turned its horsepower to the maximum, and fled away quickly.

Li Yunlong slapped his thigh in anger, "Oh, how could this plane escape!"

Too greedy?
Zhao Gang next to him couldn't help but want to say a few words to him. When there is no anti-aircraft gun, the devil's plane is showing off its power above your head, and you have nothing to do.

Now that you have anti-aircraft guns and three planes have been shot down, you still have to look forward to Shu.

Li Yunlong's annoyance was only a momentary thing. Before Zhao Gang could say anything about him, he felt as if he had lost his nerve again:
"Hey, three planes were shot down, not bad, Yuan Lang is really good!"

He yelled at the soldiers again: "While he is sick and killing him, release the firepower for me and fuck him, you little devil.

Tonight, we will take down the East Mission Fort in one go! "

Shooting down three planes really boosted the morale of the commanders and fighters of the Eighth Route Army.

All of a sudden, with the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing, they launched a more violent attack on the enemy.

The little devil with low morale feels more and more pressure.

The planes that came to support were shot down, and one of the forts that fell down was destroyed, opening another hole for the Eighth Route Army.

Captain Ono Masatoshi was deeply desperate.

He has given up all hope of persevering, only to break through, which is their only hope.

The teaching brigade is equivalent to the non-commissioned officer's school in the army. They are all elite seedlings, and they can't just die here in a daze.

He found a reasonable reason for himself, ordered the operator to send a telegram to Taiyuan, turned around to organize the last living force, launched a counterattack, and repelled the eight routes.

However, that was not his ultimate goal.

"Sir, what should we do next?"

An officer asked Captain Ono Masatoshi that he didn't know the commander's idea of ​​retreating yet.

Through the binoculars, Ono observed the positions in the Eight Routes. Although he couldn't see them clearly, he could guess that they must be preparing for the next attack.

"You can't let the Eight Routes get ready to shoot out all the gas bombs. You lead a small team to attack here to attract the attention of the enemy.

I will lead people to break out from the southwest, attack the enemy's flank positions, and disrupt their arrangements. "

Lieutenant Ono was holding a gas mask in his hand, with a deadpan expression on his face to deceive his subordinates, and let him attract fire here as a target.

Soldiers take it as their bounden duty to obey orders, and the officers didn't think too much about it, and immediately took orders and went down to make arrangements.

After a while, one after another shells fell on the Eighth Route Army's position, but they didn't explode, but there was a trace of smoke.

"Damn, the little devil is releasing poison gas!"

The soldiers of the New Second Regiment have been attacked by poisonous gas three times already in Xinjing Coal Mine, once in Yangquan, and once in Yushe County, so they have rich experience.

The soldiers scolded the little devil in their hearts for being vicious, and did not dare to rest their hands. They covered their mouths and noses with wet towels, took up weapons, and exchanged fire with the attacking little devil.

Li Yunlong was almost poisoned, and he felt poisonous gas choking when he covered it with a towel, and his nose and mouth felt dry and a little hot.

Hearing the gunshots, he was suddenly alert: "Something is wrong, the little devil is playing tricks."

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