Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 382

Chapter 382 I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid of death!

A man and a horse stood in the wilderness.

Such an obvious goal, of course Junji Watanabe saw it.

Just as Lu Sanjiang imagined, the corners of the Japanese navy lieutenant's mouth twitched in anger.

This is like a hungry wolf rushing into a pack of wolves and suddenly seeing a sheep. Instead of running away in panic, it raised its sharp horns towards the ferocious fangs.

As much as a hungry wolf wants to tear the audacious sheep into pieces, Junji Watanabe wants to machine-gun the man and the horse who are still standing still with their guns into pieces.

To this end, he pressed the rudder again, and the fighter plane descended another 150 meters from an altitude of 500 meters. It was not until the straight-line distance was approaching 200 meters that Watanabe Junji pulled the trigger of the machine gun.

He wanted to appreciate his masterpiece more closely.

That bright blood flower is his answer to so-called strength.

Why bother? As a prey, you have to have the consciousness of a prey. Wouldn't it be nice to die in silence? Turning his head to look at the fallen man and horse with the blood splashed on the ground, Watanabe Junji, who successfully shot the target, lamented for the man and horse with satisfaction.

On the ground, Lu Sanjiang was in tears as he galloped on his horse. He heard the terrifying sound of machine gunfire and the familiar and painful scream of "Big Man". Japanese planes passed by at high speed above his head. The surrounding cavalry were still trying to escape. Everything was in danger. It proved that his brother had completed the mission he wanted.

He did not dare to look back, not because he was afraid of being shot by the Japanese fighter planes following him, but because he did not dare to see his brother who had once been his supporter fall.

Then he will definitely be unable to help but run back. He hopes to find his brother again. He is not that strong.

After all, he has not grown into what his brother expected him to be!

“Ah!” The Chinese cavalry howled like a lone wolf who lost its companions in the wilderness.

Just, still don't look back.

"Chinese, wait! I will tear you apart again when I come back." Junji Watanabe turned his head and looked at the Chinese cavalry flying past the ground at high speed and still escaping to the left and right, gritting his teeth.

By now, he probably understood the reason why a man and a horse were standing alone in the wilderness. It was for no other reason than to attract his attention and let the other cavalry flee.

And he was really fooled. He wasted 30 rounds of bullets on this one man and one horse, while sparing the rest of the cavalry. He could have killed more people.

The wolf abandoned the flock because of a sheep.

The blood flower that once made him feel extremely bright and touching was actually full of irony at that moment.

Feeling deeply ridiculed, the Japanese navy lieutenant forgot to raise the nose of the plane. Being extremely wary of ground firepower, he originally planned to kill the "stubborn" man and horse and then quickly raise the plane back to an altitude of 500 meters.

On the battlefield, any hesitation can lead to death, let alone forgetfulness.

The Japanese Major did not know that just when he took the initiative to jump down to a height of 150 meters and pull the trigger on the target, the "Hammer" in the woods one mile away from his plane pricked up its ears again and turned its head to the north.

The sound coming from that direction was very similar to what it heard before, and it also felt frightened.

The machine was not seen, but the sound came first.

Finally, as a terrifying roar came from the sky, the eight Japanese planes at an altitude of nearly 2,000 meters, like frightened birds, raised their altitude one after another, no longer circling as leisurely as before.

“Major Watanabe, the Chinese plane is coming.” A panicked voice suddenly rang through the intercom in Jun Watanabe's plane.

Junji Watanabe, who was gritting his teeth just now, felt a chill all over his body and suddenly raised his head to look high into the sky.

Towards the north, ten small black dots are arranged from far to near.

"Fire, fire, the whole army fires!" Tang Dao's eyes, which had been staring coldly at the sky, suddenly turned blood red.

Hit the tree trunk next to him hard, breaking the tree trunk as thick as an adult's calf with one blow.

He finally waited for his own fighter plane.

Whether it is 500 meters or 800 meters above the ground, the Japanese fighter planes will involuntarily raise their noses and raise them crazily at this moment, thereby exposing their fragile bellies.

This is the moment he has been waiting for.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Three red flares shot into the sky accompanied by the roar of Tang Dao.

In the wilderness, gunshots like popping beans suddenly rang out.

Looking down from the sky, the gray fields suddenly looked like a hedgehog that was awakened and suddenly spread its spines.

Those thorns are very sharp and very hot.

Watanabe Junji, who had not yet pulled up the plane, felt his heart suddenly sink.

He was not fooled. Rather, I was deceived by evil.

The Chinese are more cunning than he thought. They are constantly wasting their lives and responding to bombs and machine guns with silence, all in order to wait for their own fighter planes to arrive.

Then, he showed his sharpest fangs.

Such an army is so tenacious.

How ruthless such a commander is.

No wonder they were able to withstand the attack of a hundred thousand army ruffians.

“Pull up to meet the enemy!” Watanabe Junji, who desperately pulled the rudder and raised his head, roared and ordered.

In fact, without him giving any orders, the six fighter planes still cruising at an altitude of 800 meters, waiting for ground anti-aircraft firepower, had already begun to use their full strength to raise the fighters.

These elite Japanese naval aviation pilots all heard the roar of aircraft engines overhead. It was not the roar of the 710-horsepower Nakajima Hisashi 41 air-cooled engine of their own 96 fighter jets, but the roar of the Hawker III that they were extremely familiar with. The engine tore through the sky with a dull sound, and the Chinese fighter planes were coming.

Without too much panic, the Japanese naval aviation pilots made a judgment in the shortest possible time and quickly raised their planes to prepare to meet the enemy.

Like their supreme commander who jumped from high altitude, their tactical movements were extremely standard and beautiful, like a falcon that failed to catch its prey. It drew a graceful arc in the low altitude, and then raised its head lightly and elegantly, without any sloppiness.

Even from the perspective of the opponent, even if they had just sent seventeen of their cars and seventeen of the most resolute soldiers to their deaths, looking at the Japanese bomber formation that was suddenly attacked but quickly moved up in panic, Tang Dao could only express his "sincere" admiration: "What a fool, you are so arrogant that you can't bear to drop the bomb just now!"

Yes, because there were 8 companions in the sky, and the 6 Japanese planes that were ascending at high speed did not drop the heavy aerial bombs under the belly out of self-confidence.

In an air battle involving fighter jets, this is completely an act of proactive seeking.

The speed and maneuverability, which are already inferior to those of fighter jets, will be further reduced.

It's just that at this moment, their top commander could not care less about their stupidity of preparing for an air battle whether they dropped bombs or not.

There were incoming enemy planes above and countless jets of flames below. For the first time, the Japanese major felt the coldness of the shadow of death, but he still did not despair.

There are only 10 enlarging black spots, which also means that there are only 10 incoming Chinese fighter jets.

However, he had eight fighters on high-altitude alert, including six 96-ships. At a lower level of 800 meters, there were six 96-ships. As long as they were given two minutes to pull up, the Chinese only had 10 of them. Fighter planes will inevitably become the trophies of his fighter formation.

For this point, the Japanese major was extremely confident.

However, these are not that important to him at this time. If he wants to see the glorious results, he must first escape from this deadly low altitude.

Yes, those who are qualified to taste the fruits of victory must first be alive.

Unlike his companions who were high in the sky, only he who was closest to the ground knew how intensive the anti-air firepower was on the ground.

It was the flames of nineteen machine guns and more than 20 anti-aircraft machine guns that were left along the simple road and placed on a 10-mile battle line. It was also because of the power of Japanese bombs that thousands of people were forced to lurk in the woods and bushes. Chinese soldiers vent their anger.

Whether it's a machine gun or a rifle, they're all firing.

Tang Dao's order was not for the air defense troops to open fire, but for the entire army.

Perhaps many rifle and light machine gun bullets are useless. Bullets that originally have an effective range of only a few hundred meters when fired horizontally on the ground will be unable to fall to the ground after jumping a few hundred meters into the air. They may even become the culprit of killing themselves.

But, it doesn't matter!

At the moment when they watched their brothers struggling to die to protect themselves, few people were afraid of death anymore.

As soldiers, they can accept the sacrifice of their comrades, but no one can sit back and watch the comrades they get along with day and night trade their deaths for their own survival. For soldiers, it is sad and even more humiliating.

They hope to fight together with their comrades and die calmly together.

No one who rushes to the battlefield really wants to die, but if he is really forced to do so, then he will die!

I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid of death! This is the true fearless army!

At this moment, the advance regiment, which is trying its best to shoot every bullet in its gun into the void, is like this.

There is no fear of casualties, just to shoot bullets into the sky that can affect the Japanese planes that are still running at low altitude.

On the ground, Chinese soldiers vented their anger wantonly.

In the void, lethal and non-lethal bullets were flying freely.

In the eyes of Watanabe Junji and the three fighters following him, a web of death formed.

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