Chapter 156 Heavy Machine Gun VS Type 97 Fighter (Please Read On)

"Come on!"

Amid Li Yunlong's roar, the 7.7mm bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun continuously swept towards the Type 97 fighter jet in a diving posture.

For Captain Li, this was destined to be a fight of either you or me, with no way out.

If he knew that the pilot of this enemy plane had blocked the special forces company a few months ago, he would be even more fanatical.

Faced with the sudden attack from the opposite side, Akiyama Haruta quickly made adjustments. He pulled the joystick and made the fighter leave the lead trajectory preset by Li Yunlong.

It must be said that at this point in time, the average strength of Xiaori's pilots is very good.

Whether it is the Army Aviation or the Navy's aviation, their combat experience and flight time are definitely among the best compared to the air forces of other countries.

After all, Xiaori's domestic resources are scarce, and high-tech things such as aircraft can only be produced by a small number of elites. The top military leaders pursue quality over quantity.

Through hellish training, they attempt to train a group of soldiers who can win with fewer people. This kind of dreamy idea can only be attributed to the poor flying foundation of the people.

If it were like the ugly country, where even the rednecks could fly planes to spread pesticides, there would not be no pilots available in the late stage of the war.

The scene turned back to the battlefield.

For Akiyama Haruta, the act of attacking him from the ground with infantry weapons can definitely be called a provocation.

In order to kill this ignorant Eighth Route Army, he immediately adjusted his course and rushed towards Li Yunlong. A distance of several hundred meters would not take much time for a single-wing fighter.

This devil manipulated the fighter to dive and lick the ground, and even started to test the trajectory early, as if he wanted to kill with one blow.

The two machine guns on the nose of the Type 97 fighter emitted gun flames, and the tracer bullets swept towards the heavy machine gun position like two long whips, and the bullets splashed a lot of mud and gravel on the way.

But Akiyama Haruta lost this duel after all, and several bullets hit the fighter's engine head-on.

The originally aggressive plane immediately caught fire, and the fuselage began to shake uncontrollably, falling towards the left front at a 30-degree pitch angle.

Due to the weak protection of the Japanese plane, some bullets hit Akiyama Haruta directly.

At this time, the evil Japanese was covered in blood, exuding a breath of despair, and his face showed an expression of great regret. This was not to confess the wrong things he had done, but simply felt that he was too careless.

Before he died, he looked at the sachet and family photos hanging next to the dashboard.

This was the gift his wife gave him on the day he left his homeland, and it was also his only support in the war.

Just before death was about to come, Akiyama Haruta vaguely saw the word "Victory" embroidered on the sachet. It was just a simple word, as if it brought this Japanese back to the day when he was loyal to Tianhuang.

The last trace of humanity awakened by death in his eyes completely disappeared, and he was still trying to control the plane to crash into the machine gun position.

"It's a black card! Get on board!"

Just when Li Yunlong thought he might not have time to dodge, two sturdy figures rushed into the heavy machine gun position.

One of them grabbed the arm of the new recruit's ammunition carrier and ran away with him before the other party could react.

The other adjusted his posture directly during the sprint, and after entering the position, he directly put his right shoulder on Li Yunlong's waist, and then carried him away from the machine gun position like carrying a slab of pork.

But a few seconds later, the Type 97 fighter hit the ground hard, and the air wave generated by the explosion knocked the four people to the ground.

Before Li Da took a breath, Wei Dayong pulled up one of his legs and ran towards the bunker not far away, just because the fighter group in the sky seemed to be attacking them again.

For Asakawa Masaharu, every fighter was a valuable asset, not to mention the loss of an excellent pilot.

When he saw his wingman being shot down, his mind buzzed and he almost lost his mind.

The devil's eyes were bloodshot, and he immediately picked up the communicator and screamed to order the nearby crew to launch a retaliatory attack.

But Zhao Gang would not let him get his wish, after all, the New Second Regiment was not just one chief.

When his own regiment commander was foolish enough to fight the fighter alone, this political commissar, who was both civil and military, took over the command of the entire regiment.

After his reasonable arrangement, the firepower groups at the battalion and company level quickly set up light and heavy machine guns on the original positions, and even the veterans with outstanding marksmanship were under unified command.

Seeing that the devil fighters were about to attack again, the comrades, led by the three battalion commanders, pulled the trigger on these enemy planes from multiple angles.

This barely dense anti-aircraft firepower network successfully played a deterrent role and drove away the fighters that were about to dive and lick the ground.

After all, all the devils saw the tragedy of the team members just now. Now the Eighth Route Army is more cautious and organized, and they will be more or less hesitant.

When these fighters recovered, Li Yunlong and his men had successfully reached a safe position.

Although the ammunition reserves have not been used up, the three regiments on Lion's Head Mountain have already made preparations. It is a very irrational choice to use aircraft machine guns to lick the ground at this time.

Asakawa Masatsugu looked at the enemies on the ground with a sinister look, as if he wanted to engrave their appearance in his heart.

"Everyone follow me, return to Taiyuan to prepare!"

"Without bombs, it would be difficult for us to cause any substantial damage to the enemy! Retreat!"

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After confirming that all the Japanese planes had completely left, the soldiers walked out of various bunkers and trenches and began to rescue their injured comrades and reinforce the destroyed positions.

Looking at the rugged mountains, many soldiers were a little scared.

Although the 25 kilogram aerial bomb can only be regarded as a junior among aerial bombs.

But the explosive coefficient of these things is astonishing. Just like the 29th Independent Flying Group that attacked Lion Mountain this time, the 12-year-old No. 2 aerial bomb they used was loaded with 8.935KG of explosives.

If this charge were placed in the army, the corresponding power would definitely be a large-caliber heavy artillery of more than 120 mm.

Although Li Yunlong was rescued by his own bodyguards, his posture was very disgraceful, which made it difficult for him who usually likes to show off.

"I mean, monk, are you born in the year of Ox? Why are you so honest?"

"I know you have good intentions, but can you tell me in advance? With that posture, people who don't know better would think you are a bandit who came down from the mountain to seize Mrs. Zhai."

"Look at my back! The clothes I was given out just last month are now completely torn!"

Faced with the accusation from his regiment leader, Wei Dayong scratched his head in embarrassment. He explained to Li Yunlong:

"Hey, I'm a monkey."

"Captain, the situation was really urgent at that time. I thought that even if I lifted you up, you would definitely be faster than you could run by yourself."

"Besides, it was the political commissar who asked me to carry you and run away. I was just following orders. If anything happens, just go to the political commissar. I'm innocent."

Huzi on the side also nodded in agreement. Although he knew that the two of them cared about him, Li Yunlong could only bluff and said for the sake of his own face:

"Don't think that I won't dare to deal with you as long as we, Political Commissar Zhao, support you!"

"I'm telling you! Once the gun fires, the entire regiment must listen to me! I am the military commander!"

At this moment, Zhao Gang, who was worried that his partner was injured, rushed to the scene. After hearing Li Yunlong's yelling, this sinister cultural man walked over quietly.

"Captain, you don't want to challenge the Japanese fighter jets by yourself. Do you want to let our brigade commander know?"

"Old Li, how many times have I told you! You are a commander! Can you stop thinking about being the commando captain? Do you want to steal Zhang Dabiao's job?"

"The next battle! I will never let you leave the command post!"

When he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him, Li Yunlong's originally arrogant expression immediately turned into that of a little daughter-in-law. He ignored Zhang Dabiao's thumbs up and said to his political commissar somewhat flatteringly:

"Hey, Lao Zhao, don't be angry. I know I was wrong. I won't do it next time! I won't do it next time! The situation was urgent. If something like this happens in the future, I will never do it myself."

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Forty-five minutes after attacking Shi Nao Mountain, the 29th Independent Flying Group successfully returned to Taiyuan Airport.

On the way back, Asakawa became more and more angry as he thought about the battle. He attributed the failure of the first two attacks to the excessive cooperation of the ground troops.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was the third attack.

It was obviously the Fourth Independent Mixed Brigade that applied for air support, but in the end it was only their Army Aviation that rushed forward. Where was the promised air-ground coordination?

In Masaki Asakawa's mind, if there were no infantry to contain the enemy, his wingmen would definitely be safe.

Although their flight team not only failed to complete the mission, but even lost a pilot and a fighter jet, he could not bear the blame alone.

Thinking of this, the Japanese major got on a three-wheeler.

He decided to take advantage of the time when the ground crew were reloading ammunition to go to the headquarters in Taiyuan City to report the results of the battle, while passing the blame to Shotarō Katayama.

Twenty minutes later, Asakawa stumbled to the headquarters. Then he took a few deep breaths, put on a brave face, and walked towards the war conference room.

With that inexplicable aura, people who didn't know the truth thought he was about to board a Sakura fighter jet or launch a Sky torpedo.

At this time, the First Army's combat conference room was still so depressing, as if a man-eating beast was coming out of the cage at any time.

Many staff dogs were sneaking around. They lowered their heads and peeked directly in front of the sand table from time to time. Yoshio Shinozuka was sitting there, the old devil holding his command sword with a very serious look on his face.

At this time, only Chief of Staff Kusuyama Hideyoshi dared to speak actively. He needed to summarize all kinds of intelligence and hand it to his commander.

"I really couldn't find the name of the chief of staff of the First Army, so I asked him to take the lead in advance."

A few hours ago, there was a meeting at the headquarters of the North China Front Army. After learning that the entire Jin Province was attacked, he flew back overnight.

After comparing several pieces of information, Kusuyama Hideyoshi began to play with the small flags on the sand table.

Compared with yesterday morning, red flags representing the Eighth Route Army had almost filled the entire sand table. Nowhere on the Tongpu and Zhengtai Railways was safe.

There are almost no empty flags representing the small days, and it seems that all the strongholds have been uprooted overnight.

After finishing the work at hand, Kusuyama Hideyoshi's expression was a little stiff. He turned around and began to report the current summary of the battle situation.

"Commander, as of half an hour ago. Almost all of the four railways in our occupied area have been destroyed, and the Eighth Route Army has captured a large number of stations and strongholds."

"According to the overnight statistics of the General Staff, the enemy has dispatched at least 50 regiments this time. The specific number still needs to wait for the verification of intelligence by departments at all levels."

"At present, except for the Eighth Route Army, other enemy forces in Jin Province have not taken any action for the time being. The commander of the Second War Zone is as stable as a mountain in the west, but the commander of the First War Zone frequently sends out reconnaissance troops to operate near Jincheng."

After hearing these summaries, Shinozuka Yoshio did not say anything. But the creaking of his hand holding the handle of the knife reflected his uneasy heart.

Originally, he had three main forces in his hands, but the 36th, 37th, and 41st divisions all had their own tasks and could not come to support at this time.

As a result, the forces he can mobilize now are only a few mixed brigades and unique brigades.

However, this old devil is also a flexible master. Considering the importance of Zhengtai Road, he selected several friendly forces that will definitely come to support last night.

"Mr. Kusunoki, please contact the Mongolian Army for me. Their armored brigade in Suiyuan has not been deployed for too long."

"By the way, ask them to send the 1st and 4th Cavalry Brigade. We need highly mobile troops."

"How is our material reserve? When will the four railways be open to traffic?"

The first two items were naturally not difficult for the Chief of Staff Kusunoki Hideyoshi.

But he really didn't want to answer the last question. The old devil almost fainted when he just read the maintenance plan given by the engineering troops.

"It will take at least 18 months for all four railways to be restored to traffic."

This result made everyone in the combat meeting room whisper, but Shinozuka Yoshio did wave his hand indifferently, and then said the most cruel words in a calm tone.

"I will only give them one and a half months. If they can't restore traffic by then, those people will be ready to be loyal to Tianhuang."

I don't know why, the old devil suddenly saw Asakawa Masaharu at the outermost edge, so he waved to him.

"Asakawa-kun, I hope you can bring me some good news. How is your flight team's mission going?"

After hearing the call, the major of the Army Aviation immediately trotted over.

But the closer the two were, the more oppressive he felt. It was a hot summer, but Asakawa Masaharu felt cold sweat on his back.

In order to prevent himself from being vented, he could only use his ancestral skills from his daily life and lie about military intelligence!

Whether it is the army or the navy, the phenomenon of lying about the results of the war is common. Although this is not a policy, it has become a customary habit.

The lying will start from the front-line officers and soldiers, and their superiors at all levels just need this kind of watered-down data. Not only will lying not be punished, but it can also make personnel at all levels rewarded for their meritorious service.

As a major who has worked hard at the grassroots level, Asakawa Masaharu knows that good news is needed at this time.

"Our 29th Independent Flying Squadron has gained a lot this time. We have killed at least one thousand enemies in three sorties."

"In order to expand the results of the battle, our squadron also launched a test attack on the enemy headquarters. Unfortunately, due to the lack of vision, the results were not determined."

This is the only good news that Shinozuka Yoshio has heard since the battle began. He forced an ugly smile and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Unfortunately, there is a problem with our cooperation with the 4th Independent Mixed Brigade. At present, Lion Head Mountain is still under the control of the Eighth Route Army, and our squadron has lost an aircraft."

As soon as this sentence came out, Shinozuka Yoshio's old face flushed again. The loss of an aircraft and a pilot is not a trivial matter.

In April this year, he spent a lot of effort to replace those old Type 95 fighters and even lost all the light and heavy explosives.

Just as the old devil was about to ask for specific details, a signalman ran in with a telegram.

As if to prevent being beaten, the devil carefully adjusted his appearance, fearing that he would offend the angry lieutenant general if he was not careful.

Moreover, the signalman was very cunning. He did not read it out himself, but chose to hand the telegram to the chief of staff beside him.

Kusunoshi Hideyoshi glanced at it casually and began to read it aloud. The current situation could not be worse, and he was no longer afraid.

"Commander! The 4th Independent Mixed Brigade sent an urgent telegram."

But just after the beginning of the report, the chief of staff of the First Army immediately showed a shocked expression, and even made a surprised sound because he could not accept the fact.

Originally, Shinozuka Yoshio was still thinking about how to counterattack next. After hearing the movement beside him, he immediately stood up and grabbed the telegram. The content above was not long, but every word was heart-wrenching, causing the old man's blood pressure to soar.

"Our unit was attacked fiercely by the enemy at Lion's Head Mountain. At present, it has suffered heavy losses. The brigade commander Katayama Shotaro has died."

"Please give tactical guidance from the headquarters."

After reading this telegram, Shinozuka Yoshio could no longer hold back. He drew his samurai sword and slashed at the sand table in front of him.