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Chapter 288, tragic and cowardly
"Fire!"

A firepower net woven with bullets appeared in the air in an instant, enveloping eight enemy planes in it.

Just like the most experienced hunter, using a giant carefully woven net, caught the prey by surprise.

This is the most memorable day for the Japanese Air Force in North China.

In the entire sky of North China, the Japanese Air Force, which has a strong dominance, suffered a failure like Waterloo.

Arranged on the mountains on both sides of the position, a firepower network of twenty anti-aircraft machine guns is arranged crosswise.

Thousands of rounds were fired in seconds.

Eight planes were battered with holes in an instant, three were blown up in the air, and black smoke rose from five.

The pilots who survived by chance had no choice but to face the completely out-of-control plane.

I can only watch helplessly as it crashes into the ground and becomes a ball of fireworks with the plane.

"Okay, who directed it, it's really beautiful."

The Second Battalion Commander was scolding her mother one moment, and was praising her the next.

Shooting down eight planes in one go, the air defense force broke the record and made history.

Li Yunlong's face was full of joy, but his mouth was complaining: "Scared me, this Yuan Lang made such a thrill."

Seeing the enemy plane fly to the position of the second battalion, he really broke into a sweat.

If the enemy is successfully bombed, at least half of the second battalion will be reimbursed.

Fortunately, it was just in time.

Zhang Dabiao guessed: "Consultant Yuan should be for a better ambush effect, otherwise it would be difficult to catch all the enemy planes in one go."

Li Yunlong nodded his head in agreement, "Anyway, the fight was beautiful this time. Even if the little devil has a big family and a big career, he will be in pain."

The Japanese army, who was expecting the Tuba Road to be blown up to the sky, saw the eight planes on their side, and all of them were blown up in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was a sense of collapse.

"Fuck!"

"My God!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to curse with their mouths open.

How could the Tuba Road have anti-aircraft firepower and set up an ambush in advance? !

Noda Takeshi rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was wrong: "This is impossible, the Central Army doesn't even have that much anti-aircraft firepower!"

He can deceive himself briefly, but he cannot deceive the eyes of those around him.

Fear, frustration, annoyance, and voices containing all kinds of pessimistic emotions continued to reach his ears.

He can't be an ostrich either, he can only face reality.

"Fortunately, the imperial army still has eight planes."

Noda Takeshi comforted himself in this way, and looked at the planes in the sky expectantly, guessing what kind of method those pilots would use to deal with the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower?
"Nani?"

He couldn't believe what he saw.

"Bastard, what are they going to do, are they going to be deserters?"

The plane in the sky was at a high altitude, then turned around and ran away, without the slightest intention of fighting.

According to Noda Takeshi's view, even if you are as timid as a mouse, you should not even throw a bomb, turn around and run away.

Even if it flies to the enemy's head and throws the bomb down indiscriminately!
"A bunch of cowards!"

"Bastard, deserter, useless guy!"

For the vast number of Japanese officers and soldiers, how much they expected before, how disappointed they are now.

Pointing to the far away plane and cursing.

Even if all the planes were shot down by the enemy, they would not be so disappointed.

The Air Force abandoned them.

It's like a drowning person who sees the boat that has already rowed to him, and then moves away from them again.

The mood is mournful and resentful, and the air force is more hated than the enemy who brought them to such a desperate situation.

"Eight Grid Road!"

Man Ushijima of the forward command post pulled out his command knife and chopped the wooden box in front of him vigorously, venting his inner resentment.

His anger, due to the cunning of the enemy, caused all eight planes to crash.

More, because the remaining pilots fled without a fight.

He really wanted to pull those people in front of him and question: Can the enemy's machine guns eat you?How cowardly.

The pilot would give him a middle finger and call him an asshole.

How can the old hat on the ground know the difficulties of the pilot.

They are the most precious arms, but also the most dangerous.

The plane was blown up, and even if the pilot jumped out in time, the survival rate was extremely slim.

What's more, falling on the enemy's territory, is it possible to surrender to the enemy and count on those crazy enemies to spare their lives?

What's more, the eight planes that crashed ahead are the best reminder.

Not retreating, foolishly being blown up by the enemy, that is only the army Malu, those stupid guys can do it.

Ushijima couldn't directly command the air force, and his curses couldn't reach the ears of those pilots.

Airplanes can't be counted on. It depends on the army and the role of cannons.

"Master Ueno, where are they?"

"Oh, they sent a telegram two or ten minutes ago, and they can go around to the Zuohuishan Pass in about an hour."

Ueno Dazuo's quality of commanding operations is still very good, and Ushijima Mitsuru recognizes his ability very much.

The two infantry brigades detoured to the enemy's rear and flanked back and forth to win.

What's worse is that the howitzer can only be delivered tomorrow, otherwise it will be more certain in the future.

"Order the front line to rest for half an hour."

The air force has become a deserter, which is a blow to the morale of the frontline soldiers, and they have no ability to fight anymore.

No matter how anxious Ushido was, he could only let the troops rest first, and then fight again.

"Report, telegram from Taiyuan Second Air Force Battalion."

The telegraph operator gritted his teeth and preached.

Niu Daoman took a deep breath, resisted the desire to breathe out the fragrance, and uttered a word: "Read."

"Ushishima-kun, sixteen sorties have been dispatched, and a rough estimate is already in place. The scene of the bomb falling is spectacular, the effect of the bombing should be good, right? Taro Ikeda."

The telegram was filled with a strong sense of superiority.

Jingui's Air Force has a much higher status than the Red Deer Army.All pilots are officers.

And the aircraft always acted as a support role, giving the army great help.

He is often held by people, and he has developed the habit of pilots looking at people with their nostrils.

The officers of the Air Force are even better.

As usual, the plane provided great help, and Ushijima would definitely send a bragging telegram back to the past.

But at this time.

Ushijima couldn't help cursing: "Bastard, sent a group of stupid cowards, is his brain full of water!"

The chief of staff reminded: "General, General Ikeda must not know that his subordinates will be so cowardly. If another flying team comes, maybe it won't be like it is today."

Ushijima understood the admonition in it, and the air force will be needed in the future, and he should not offend people too much.

He let out a long breath, making his tone seem a bit more flat: "Send back the performance of their plane truthfully.

Ask General Ikeda if it is possible to change a batch of pilots.To take down the eight-way arsenal, they still need the help of their air force. "

(End of this chapter)