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Chapter 189 Shooting down Japanese fighter planes

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    Xia Yang turned off Barrett's magnifying glass and directly chose to use the machine sight.  This ensures he can get a larger aiming interface so he doesn't lose his target.

    The Japanese fighter pilot obviously noticed Xia Yang, who was squatting there and aiming his rifle at him.  He let out an angry roar and lowered the nose of the plane lower.  At the same time, he began to pull the trigger, causing the heavy machine guns on both sides of the wing to fire again.

    Liu Fudong could clearly see that the bullets from the heavy machine gun began to quickly glance at Xia Yang from ten meters in front of Xia Yang.

    The bullets fired by the two heavy machine guns formed two straight lines. When they hit the ground, puffs of smoke and dust came out, as if the firecrackers buried underground were ignited.

    Liu Fudong said loudly: "Tuanzuo, lie down quickly!"

    But Xia Yang did not move. His body was like a solidified sculpture, maintaining the posture of aiming the gun.

    The Japanese pilot roared even more crazily. He really didn't believe that the rifle in the hands of the Chinese soldier in front of him could shoot down his fighter jet.

    The trajectory of his machine gun fire was getting closer and closer to Xia Yang.  In only 0.5 seconds at most, Xia Yang would become a dead soul on the trajectory of the machine gun.

    But at this moment, Xia Yang silently said: "hit!"

    A bullet burst out from the Barrett sniper rifle and shot directly at the Japanese pilot.

    The pilot's pupils suddenly shrank, and he clearly saw a black thing flying towards him.  But how could the speed of his central nervous system's reflexes keep up with the speed of the bullet's flight?

    In just a split second, the bullet had already penetrated his head.  His body swayed and he collapsed directly in the cockpit of the plane.

    The Japanese fighter jet, which lost control of the pilot, immediately drew a trajectory in the air like a headless fly, and then crashed into a building in the city with a loud bang.

    The propeller of the plane rotated rapidly, and then slapped against the broken wall of the house.

    Seeing this scene, Liu Fudong and his soldiers were stunned.

    They looked at the Japanese fighter jet and didn't realize what was going on for a long time.

    "What about the bullshit?" Liu Fudong murmured, "Reallyare you really beaten down?"

    Xia Yang responded to Liu Fudong in Northeastern dialect: "Isn't that good?"

    After saying that, he looked at the Japanese fighter jets still hovering above their heads and said: "Don't be so damn dumb! Move your things into the air-raid shelter quickly!"

    The other four Japanese fighter jets soon discovered that one fighter jet had been shot down.  Could it be possible, they wondered, that there were anti-aircraft guns hidden in this Chinese army?

    When they thought of this, they couldn't help but murmur.

    Because before they dispatched, Captain Banxi Ichiliang told them that this Chinese army did not have any anti-aircraft firepower.

    "The intelligence is wrong, they have anti-aircraft firepower! We apply to return! We have to let the bomber group destroy their anti-aircraft firepower before they can dispatch again." A pilot said loudly on the intercom.

    Their captain heard this and knew that the life of one of their pilots was very valuable.  They spend much more time and energy cultivating an excellent pilot than a fighter jet.

    "Return immediately! Verify the situation before dispatching!" Their captain did not dare to neglect.

    If the Chinese army below really has anti-aircraft firepower, it would be very dangerous for them to be hovering over the city like this.

    The scene where the fighter jet crashed just now was clearly seen by Ichiro Sakanishi.

    "Your Excellency, Wing Commander, our fighter jet seems to have been shot down." Tokimori Takuno reminded.

    "I saw it, I don't need you to tell me," said Ichiro Banishi with a gloomy expression.

    After saying this, he saw four other fighter jets. Before he understood the situation, in order to ensure his own safety, he chose to return.

    "Damn it! Where is their bushido spirit? Are they leaving the battlefield now?" Ichiroshi Banishi was obviously very dissatisfied with the departure of the fighter pilots.

    Tokimori Takuno reminded: "It is also a wise choice for the fighter formation to withdraw from the battlefield before their firepower deployment is clear. Otherwise, more fighters and excellent imperial pilots may be lost."

    Ichir¨­ Sakanishi also knew that Tokimori Takuno was right, so he didn¡¯t say much.  He continued: "No matterHowever, the enemy's mysterious weapon seems to have stopped.

    Let the follow-up troops go up and continue to attack the city walls. Be sure to eliminate all enemies on the city walls!  I want the sun flag of our Japanese enemy to float in the light of dusk today when it shines on the walls of the city.  "

    The departure of the Japanese fighter jets caused a burst of cheers from the soldiers of the four regiments on top of the city.

    But their cheers did not last long, because the follow-up troops of the Little Devils had already stepped up, and their defensive pressure on the city had not weakened at all, but had actually increased a lot.

    This time the troops dispatched by the little devils were even about twice that of the last time they attacked.  Xia Yang mobilized all the firepower and began to suppress the little devil with firepower.

    In front of the east wall of the city, you can see the corpses of the little Japanese, densely spread out in front of the position.  The severed finger remains exuded bursts of bloody smell, mixed with the smoke-filled air, and blew throughout the city.

    And on the city head position of the east city wall, the scene was equally tragic.

    The soldiers of the Fourth Regiment faced enemies several times their size without any fear, and instead showed more courage than before.

    Going down the city wall, the wounded soldiers were carried to the back of the city wall, where they leaned against the base of the wall, moaning and waiting for rescue by the medical team.

    Because there were too many wounded people, the stretcher teams that were voluntarily organized by the people and refugees in the city no longer had enough manpower.  Even some girls got involved.

    Usually two people carry a stretcher, but these women are weaker, so four people carry it.

    From time to time, mortar shells fell all over the city.  Amidst such artillery fire and gunshots that echoed in their ears as if they would never stop, these ordinary people roared and transported the wounded one after another to the field hospital in the rear.

    When the country is in crisis, no one among them is willing to back down.  Instead, he stood up bravely and did his best to help these soldiers who were fighting bloody battles with the enemy.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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