Time soon came to the next day,

All the soldiers in the battalion knew that the battalion commander had prepared a big gift for the Little Japanese plane. After eating, they all lay down in the trench and looked at the distant skyline.

These soldiers used to be extremely afraid of the arrival of the Japanese plane, but today everyone is looking forward to the plane coming soon.

Jiang Dong saw the performance of the soldiers, and he began to inexplicably hope that the Japanese plane would come soon.

This is a gamble to see who has better luck, the enemy or us.

If the little Japanese pilot suddenly changes his mind today and doesn't fly according to the usual route, then Jiangdong's pockets will be empty.

"I'm coming!"

Some soldiers shouted loudly.

Amid the anticipation of hundreds of people, the little devil's plane finally arrived.

Jiang Dong breathed a sigh of relief,

Fortunately, the bomber's direction was still the same as yesterday.

The soldiers stared intently at the approaching Japanese plane, as if they were staring at their newly married new wives, with expressions of apprehension and anticipation.

"Hide, hide quickly!"

Fortunately, several company commanders did not lose their position and allowed the soldiers to take cover before the Jaap plane flew to the position.

"Buzz buzz..."

The sound of the aircraft's motors made people's eardrums hurt, and the screams of aerial bombs made the soldiers tremble with fear.

Jiangdong personally took command of the machine gun position. When he saw the Little Japanese bomber dropping the bomb, he shouted:

"Prepare!!!"

The three machine gun squads immediately focused their attention on the front, where the Japanese plane was about to appear.

"boom!"

Aerial bombs exploded on the position, and the Japs' plane also appeared in the sight of the machine gun team.

Second Lieutenant Ikeda is a bomber pilot. He has been dropping bombs on the same position for four or five days in a row. Every time the bomb falls, he will pull up the plane and turn his head to enjoy the magnificent scene when the heavy bomb explodes.

Every time he could see a few. The man was blown high into the air like a dead leaf, and then fell heavily. This scene always made him feel relaxed and happy.

How could that stupid and backward branch resist the heroic Imperial Army of Japan!

Today he repeated the same actions as usual, pulled up the plane and subconsciously turned his head to look at the explosion point.

Seeing the bombs exploding brilliantly as usual, he laughed and turned his head away and continued to fly the plane.

But as soon as he turned his head, the smile froze on his ugly face, and his eyes were as wide as bells.

In his sight, three fire dragons roared towards him. Before his head or body could react, dozens of bullets had already hit his plane.

The bullets from the Maxim heavy machine gun penetrated the glass cover of his cabin, one bullet hit his head, and two bullets entered his chest.

The eyes of the dead Lieutenant Ikeda were wide open, and the expression on his face seemed to be shock and laughter. Only when he was dying did he realize that it was the Maxim heavy machine gun most commonly used by the Japanese.

The Japanese bomber, which was only 200 meters high, broke into Jiangdong's pocket. Fire points from three directions fired simultaneously. The Japanese plane was hit by dozens of heavy machine gun bullets in one second, and exploded and disintegrated in the air the next second.

, turned into a ball of sparks.

The Japanese fighter pilot following the bomber was in poor condition today, and he was no longer interested in strafing like this day after day.

So today, the fighter jets casually followed the bombers, fired a few random shots at the Chinese position, and then pulled up. The trajectory was exactly the same as that of the bombers.

When the pilot saw the bomber ahead explode into a pile of fragments, it was too late to change direction, and the fighter jet rushed straight into the flames of the bomber's explosion.

The three machine gun teams below were still immersed in the joy of killing the bombers. They didn't expect the Japanese fighter jets to come in so quickly. After reacting, it was already too late to fight.

As soon as the Japanese fighter jet raised its altitude, a huge line of black smoke came out of the tail of the aircraft.

The flight attitude of the fighter jet began to become crooked, rising and falling in the air, like a drowning person.

Jiangdong secretly rejoiced at his good luck. The subsequent fighter was probably hit by fragments of the disintegrated bomber. Judging from his flying attitude, it was unlikely that he would fly to the Japanese airport.

"Wow! Yeah!..."

Earth-shattering cheers erupted on the battlefield. The soldiers waved their rifles and cheered. People nearby hugged each other and jumped up and down.

Several excited little soldiers climbed up the trench and shouted at the little Japanese camp on the other side of the river.

Realizing that the situation was not good, several old squad leaders promptly stopped the soldiers from their reckless behavior and laughed and scolded these soldiers for being desperate for their lives.

The three heavy machine gun teams were hugging each other tightly at this moment, and some even shed tears of excitement.

Two of the Japs' arrogant planes were killed by the Jiangdong battalion at once, and the soldiers seemed to be celebrating victory in the war.

"Little devil, come on, grandpa is not afraid of you!"

"Haha, grandsons, call here..."

"Little Japan, let me do it!"

…

The soldiers cursed at the Jaap camp on the other side of the river, and their morale was at an all-time high.

Not only Jiangdong Camp, but also most of the brothers on the 15th Division's defense line saw the scene that had just inspired them.

The somewhat dejected atmosphere on the front was swept away, and the morale of the national army brothers was boosted.

The Japs didn't attack again that day, probably because they didn't want to touch the Chinese army with high morale, so the battle front ushered in a brief period of tranquility.

..

In the Japanese command post,

Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita listened to the bursts of cheers erupting from the Chinese and Chinese army positions, his face looked cold and scary.

At first, he took over the attack with the idea of ​​​​defeating it in a single fight, but more than 10 days later, he had exhausted all his squadrons, but the position was still in the hands of that person.

"Baga, these trash in the Air Force are more likely to fail than succeed!"

The Lieutenant Colonel pulled out his command knife and viciously knocked over a table.

"Attack, attack, I want to kill all of them, that person!"

The deafening cheers from the other side made Yamashita feel more and more uncomfortable, and his chest felt as if he had eaten a piece of shit.

"Your Excellency, Captain, the division commander has just issued an order to take a rest today and fight again tomorrow!" the staff officer hurriedly advised.

"Baga, the division commander is afraid that his head will be kicked by a Chinese donkey, so why don't you continue the attack? Are we, the majestic Imperial Japanese Army, still afraid that we can't cure that man?"

"Be careful what you say, Captain!" the staff officer advised with fear.

The captain of his own brigade would probably be driven crazy by saying such stupid things. If the division commander heard it, the entire Yamashita brigade would be sent to lead the battle and become cannon fodder for the entire division.

After much persuasion, Yamashita finally settled down.

He twisted his eyes and asked through gritted teeth,

“Where are the Chinese refugees we captured?”

The staff officer felt dizzy again after hearing this.

"Your Excellency, Captain, those refugees are helping us carry military supplies. There is still use in keeping them!"

Yamashita gave the staff officer a cold look and said,

"Give you one more day. Tomorrow I will use that man's blood to sacrifice the dead warriors of the Japanese Empire!"
Chapter completed!