Wu Guohua's eyes narrowed. The two sides were four or five kilometers away and were about to collide soon.

"Buzzing..."

The sound of the aircraft engine began to become extremely weird, like the cry of a ghost in a thousand-year-old tomb.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

MG34 bullets hit the cabin like raindrops, and a kid in the bomber already fell in a pool of blood.

But there was still one person holding the rudder tightly and howling in his mouth.

The plane dived at high speed, getting closer and closer to the ground, and more and more bullets hit the bomber's fuselage.

"It's time to go!"

An idea appeared naturally in Wu Guohua's mind.

A truck towing artillery slowly came from behind Wu Guohua. Wu Guohua turned around and grabbed the door of the truck cab, standing firmly on the pallet with his feet.

The truck accelerated towards the outskirts of the position, dragging a yellow smoke ribbon behind its rear.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Long live the Japanese Empire!"

"Yumiko, I love you!"

The Japanese pilots screamed and roared wildly, with a ferocious look on their faces.

The bomber was like a wild goose with broken wings, spinning and rolling as it fell from the sky.

The Japanese pilots had completely lost control of the aircraft. Whether they could hit the target or not depended on the blessing of Amaterasu.

The first thing to touch the ground is the intact side of the wing, and then the entire fuselage.

"boom!"

Pillars of smoke rose into the sky, and raging fire roared and ravaged the earth.

In the rolling fire and smoke, the crazy and ferocious faces of the Japanese pilots were magnified infinitely.

The last few trucks that left were overturned by the shock wave, and the artillery barrels behind the trucks also hit the ground and stood upright.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Another bomber penetrated the heavy artillery fire barrier and successfully dropped its bomb on an artillery position to the west.

Then the pilot increased the power of his gun, raised the altitude, and flew toward the path he was coming from regardless of the cost.

Five fighter jets are still fighting against Liu Dagui's air defense firepower network.

"Kill them all down to me!

Aim a little!

Pay attention to judging the flight path of the enemy plane!"

Liu Dagui yelled into the phone, his hair disheveled and his military uniform wide open.

Casualties occur every moment, but the little Japanese plane overhead is not having a hard time either.

Only three of the five fighters remained, and all of them were damaged.

…

Jiangdong held up his telescope and looked in the direction of the artillery position, clenching his fists involuntarily.

The Japanese aircraft are crazier than ever before, and they must do whatever it takes.

Looking at the smoke and fire on the battlefield, Jiang Dong said to He Dingyuan with some worry:

"Order the engineer battalion to rush to the artillery position immediately to rescue the wounded!"

………

The bombers had to deal with the artillery positions, and the fighter jets were entangled in the anti-aircraft fire net.

This saves the troops responsible for the frontal attack a huge trouble.

Soldiers only need to kill the enemies in front of them without worrying about a sudden burst of bullets coming from above their heads.

Under the suppressed firepower of Qian Mumu and other machine guns, Yang Fugui's battalion took the lead in rushing into the Japs' position.

If there is a breakthrough, the entire line of defense will be full of loopholes.

The Japanese officers commanding the front line knew that blind defense was no longer effective. The 20th Division would be destroyed sooner or later, but before that, they must defend the honor of the samurai.

Japanese soldiers began to gather in squads and squadrons and launched a countercharge against the attacking battalion.

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At the same time, a ceremony was underway inside the Japanese military headquarters.

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"Long live!"

"Long live!"

More than 200 little Japs appeared directly in front of the first battalion.

These little devils were gathering together and rushing toward the first battalion.

Thanks to the "rigorous training of the Japanese army", these little devils pressed the safety button behind the gun bolt while running to lock the gun and avoid accidental shooting in hand-to-hand combat.

Even though many of them had no bullets in their guns, they still did this subconsciously.

The first battalion led by Yang Fugui did not pay attention to the "gentleman's style" and moved closer to the Japs while holding fire until the magazine was empty.

The two sides crossed each other, and the bayonets were red.

The sound of bayonets making flesh was heard one after another.

"boom!"

From time to time, flesh and blood will explode in the middle of the white blade station.

It was the injured man who fell to the ground who fired the grenade and died together with the enemy.

There was a battalion of soldiers and Japanese soldiers who fired the grenades.

Qian Mumu was wandering around the outskirts of the hand-to-hand battle group with a machine gun in hand. He was like a hunter stealing a tower. As long as he saw the right opportunity, he could knock down two or three little Japs with one pull of the trigger.

His behavior was extremely shameless in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, and soon attracted the attention of a small group of Japanese soldiers.

There were about seven or eight of these little devils, and they rushed towards Qian Mumu from another direction of the position.

"Da da da..."

Qian Mumu pulled the trigger without hesitation and killed the few Japs at the front.

But the battle lasted for half an hour, and his 500-round ammunition box had reached its bottom.

One of the last two Japs was hit in the thigh and he knelt on the ground wailing.

The other person, who seemed to be an officer, raised his command knife high and struck at Qian Mumu's head.

Qian Mumu subconsciously raised his gun to block, and the metal and iron intersected, bursting out several points of fire.

A long and thin knife mark was left on the mg42 machine gun.

"ah!"

Seeing the knife marks on the gun, Qian Mumu went into a state of rage.

The enemy's saber struck the machine gun, as if it had struck Qian Mumu's little sweetheart, his little baby.

You must know that in Qian Mumu's eyes, this machine gun is more valuable than his wife.

"You can hit me, but you can't touch my gun!"

In a violent state, his combat power increased by 20%, making it difficult for the little Japanese officer to withstand a combination of punches.

In the end, the command knife was knocked away, and the Japanese officer fell to his knees.

"Let you chop my gun, let you chop my gun, let you chop my gun..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Qian Mumu hit the Japanese officer's head with the butt of his gun over and over again, and finally cracked the skull and smashed it into the white brain inside.

It was only then that Qian Mumu woke up from a dream. He hurriedly stopped what he was doing and wiped the butt of the gun with his cuffs.

He muttered words like sorry...what a pity.

Naturally, I was reluctant to use the mg42 machine gun in the next battle.

He hung the machine gun behind his back and casually picked up a handful of Little Japanese's 38 caps from the ground.

Running to catch up with the large army.

With two guns on his body, he didn't seem to feel tired at all and was running very fast.

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Chapter completed!