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Beacon Hill, the position of the 1st Regiment.
Gouwa¡¯s class had just repelled another Japanese attack and were resting.
"Squad leader, come here, have a smoke." A veteran came up to him and handed Gouwa a Heyi brand cigarette as if he was offering a treasure.
"Crane Wing?" Gou Wa squinted and said, "Did you go out to look for cigarettes just now?"
"Isn't this a break?" The veteran scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I could only borrow half a pack of cigarettes from the little devil."
¡°It won¡¯t happen next time.¡± Gou Wa took the cigarette smoothly.
"Yes, yes, it won't happen again." The veteran quickly struck a match and helped Gouwa light the cigarette.
Gouwa took a deep breath and felt the thick smoke rolling in his chest. He felt an indescribable spicy and pleasant feeling. As a soldier, there are really not many things he can enjoy.
Being able to sit down and smoke a cigarette quietly after the war is already a luxury.
The veteran also lit a cigarette for himself, and while squinting his eyes to enjoy it, he said: "Squad leader, do you think it's strange that the little devil has changed his temper this time? It's been a day and a night, and their heavy artillery hasn't followed up yet. Come up?"
Before this, the Japanese army's advancement method was very regular. The infantry would advance for about ten kilometers first, and then their artillery groups would follow for about ten kilometers.
After figuring out the enemy's path, their 1st Division and even several friendly divisions also made corresponding adjustments. Guessing that the Japanese heavy artillery group was about to catch up, they retreated ten kilometers to wait for the Japanese infantry. After catching up, they would block it, and then after about a day or so, when the Japanese artillery group was about to catch up, they would retreat again.
But sometimes, they miscalculated the time, or the Japanese artillery group caught up in advance, and they would be bombarded by the Japanese heavy artillery immediately, which was really uncomfortable.
When the Japanese heavy artillery came over, it was really earth-shattering.
But this time, after they withdrew to Beacon Hill, a day and a night had passed, and the Japanese heavy artillery group still hadn't caught up, and the infantry had been charging repeatedly.
Gou Wa took a puff of cigarette and said leisurely: "I'm just wondering too."
The veteran said: "But I think the Japs must have been holding back something good."
"Whatever!" Gou Wa curled his lips and said, "It's going to rain and my mother wants to get married. Let him go."
Before he finished speaking, the roar of aircraft engines suddenly sounded in the distance.
"Fuck you!" The veteran cursed, "I just said that the Japanese didn't hold their shit in, the heavy artillery didn't come, the Japanese aviation force came, this kind of thing is not a good thing."
Their 1st Division suffered a lot from the Japanese Air Force.
Gouwa also jumped up and said repeatedly: "Ready the machine gun!"
Due to the lack of anti-aircraft weapons, they can only use machine guns for anti-aircraft defense.
The only Browning light machine gun in the class was immediately set up, and Gouwa also raised the Garand rifle in his hand. Although the probability is very small, the rifle can also shoot down the aircraft.
A few days ago, a soldier from the 9th Rong Division shot down an enemy plane with a rifle.
At that time, it was widely publicized throughout the army as an excellent experience.
The veteran next to him stubbed out the cigarette he had only had two puffs on, put it behind his ear, then picked up the Chinese formal rifle that was lying at his feet and pointed it diagonally at the sky.
But after waiting for several seconds, no enemy plane appeared.
"Something strange." The veteran asked, "Why don't we see any enemy planes appearing?"
"Behind us, behind us!" Another veteran suddenly shouted.
Gouwa and the veteran looked back quickly, and sure enough they saw a dozen planes emerging from the clouds behind them.
"Hey, this doesn't seem to be a Japanese plane." The veteran said, holding an awning with his hands. "The Japanese planes are painted with plaster patterns, but the underwings of these planes are painted with blue sky and white sun patterns. Damn it, our planes!"
"Squad leader, this is really our plane, ours!" Other soldiers also shouted.
Gouwa suddenly became excited and said in a deep voice: "That's right, our plane!"
"Holy shit, the Air Force is waiting for us!" The veteran jumped up, waved to the sky, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers in the Air Force, kill these sons of bitches! "
The next moment, more than thirty brothers in the class jumped up from the trenches, waving and cheering.
It is difficult for people who have never endured suffering to understandIf I had to use an analogy to describe the feelings in the hearts of Huowa and the others, it would be that after surviving half a year of continuous winter, the first ray of sunshine suddenly came. This mood was roughly the same as that of Gouwa and the others at this time. Yes, the excitement in my heart really cannot be described in words.
The fighter jets flying in the sky spotted the cheering officers and soldiers on the ground.
So, these dozen fighter jets formed a herringbone shape, then drew a big circle around Bijia Mountain, and then swooped down towards the Japanese position ahead.
Gouwa immediately drew his gun and shouted: "Brothers, charge with me!"
The brothers in the Air Force are all dispatched, how can their infantry lag behind?
As soon as Gouwa and his team broke out of the trench, a signal soldier came flying from a distance.
"Squad Leader Chen, Squad Leader Chen!" The signal soldiers shouted while chasing, with open hands, "Squad Leader Chen"
The dog boy kept running forward, but turned around and shouted loudly: "If you fart, hurry up!"
The signal corpsman took a breath and shouted loudly: "The regiment commander has ordered, the whole regiment is to fight back, fight back, fight back!"
"Are you blind? Aren't we already fighting back!" Gou Wa snorted, and then roared back, "Everyone is here, follow me and charge, kill"
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High in the sky.
Zhang Fan piloted the Eagle 9, adjusted his posture slightly, and dived down.
In the blink of an eye, the speed of Eagle 9 has exceeded the limit, and the wings cut through the air and let out a whining scream. It sounded very scary, but Zhang Fan only felt waves of excitement.
When someone faces danger, instead of being afraid, they feel excited.
Zhang Fan falls into this category, so instead of being afraid, he actually feels excited.
The fighter jet dived at high speed, and the boundless land was like a giant screen, rushing toward the cockpit cover of the Eagle 9. The enemy positions on the ground became larger and clearer at an alarming speed.
Through the port window of the fighter plane, you can even see the Japanese troops running in a hurry.
You will also have today? Ha ha! Zhang Fan let out a wanton laugh and pressed the machine gun's firing button.
"Puff puff puff" The two m2 Browning 12.7mm caliber heavy machine guns installed on the nose of the aircraft opened fire first, followed by the two m1919 Browning light machine guns installed under the wings on both sides.
Four dazzling tongues of flames violently hit the ground in an instant. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com