The large-caliber bullets fired by the on-board machine gun, small aviation bombs weighing 50 kilograms, fell from the sky, reaping the lives of nearly a thousand soldiers of the independent regiment as much as possible, killing teams of Eighth Route Army and bombing them to death!

The warriors of the Independent Group, who were already full of fear of planes, faced with a cruel and bloody battlefield, and a passive battle situation that was beaten without fighting back, their fearful face was unknowingly covered by despair.

Once a person is in a state of despair, commands, and daily training... he will forget everything.

In this case, they want to vent their inner fear by running around on the battlefield full of death.

But the result of this is that my inner fear was vented a lot, but my life was lost.

The more chaotic the Eighth Route Army on the ground, the more the results the plane can achieve.

Several Japanese pilots who had fought for several rounds gradually became arrogant. Whether it was a fighter or a bomber, in order to ensure the hit rate and achieve greater results, they all threw the ball against the ground and fired bullets.

At this time, Wang Ping, who was lying on the ground under the protection of the guards, had his whole face turned red due to anger.

Wherever his eyes went, there were corpses of the Eighth Route Army who were scared to death and broken arms that were blown away. Wang Ping even saw a company commander being directly shot into two pieces by a large-caliber bullet not far away. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair.

"No, you can't be beaten so passively anymore. You must force the Japanese plane to high altitude and hit us against the ground. No matter how many troops you have, you will be blown up!" Wang Ping shouted with gritted teeth.

Then, regardless of the political commissar's opposition, he shouted directly to the guard company commander Zhong Yusheng, "Machine gunner, the nearby machine gunners are approaching me immediately, hurry up!"

The guard company was originally the unit equipped with the most machine guns. One infantry platooned two crooked handles, and the ambush came closer. A total of 14 machine guns quickly gathered around Wang Ping.

"Comrades, the Japanese plane is too arrogant. I plan to take everyone to fight back and avenge the sacrificed soldiers. I am not afraid of death and follow me. I don't blame him for being afraid. I just hand over the machine gun in my hand to others." Wang Ping ordered with a murderous look on his face.

"I heard it all. When the Japanese plane dives over, we will shoot at the air together, staring at the Japanese plane. The plane is fast, don't aim directly at the fuselage and push a fuselage forward to shoot. Are you sure you know!"

No one proposed to withdraw, and everyone looked firm, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in their firmness.

Although the huge casualties made everyone full of fear of the plane, they also aroused the murderous intent and animal nature in their hearts.

At this moment, a bomber rushed towards them.

Now, this bomber is still nearly one kilometer away from everyone and has an altitude of more than three hundred meters.

But with experience, Wang Ping is sure that the Japanese will definitely dive the bomber until they are almost fifty meters away from the ground before accurately dropping bombs.

"Two people are in groups, ready to shoot in the air!" Wang Ping ordered with a serious face.

"I remember what I said just now. I aimed at the fuselage in front of the plane and shot it, and aimed at the Japanese plane to hit the wings. Don't hit the wings, it's useless!"

"Preparation..." There were about thirty machine gunners, half of the soldiers raised the machine gun bipod with both hands to ensure that the machine gun muzzle was aimed at the sky. Half of the soldiers were half squatting on the ground, pressing the butt on their shoulders, holding the handle of the machine gun tightly, and preparing for shooting.

The Japanese who were driving the bomber saw dozens of Wang Ping at a glance, but he didn't take them seriously at all.

"Nani, shoot aircraft with machine guns. Do they think the machine gun in their hands is an anti-fired machine gun? It turns out that it is the Tuba Route Army, a stupid Chinese man!" The pilot said with a sarcastic look on his face.

Then he drove the plane to dive towards Wang Ping, preparing to reward Wang Ping with an aviation bomb.

"Five hundred meters...400 meters...300 meters...200 meters..." Wang Ping, who was staring at the Japanese bomber, silently calculated the distance between the plane and everyone in his heart.

Then he frowned and shouted: "As I said just now, shoot!"

"Dadadada..." In an instant, a dense sound of machine gun shooting sounded in Wang Ping's ears.

The dense bullets whizzed into the sky and then flew towards the bomber's belly.

"Bang bang bang!" In an instant, the pilot heard the sound of a bullet hitting the plane.

Although the bullets shot from the crooked handle are not very powerful, the bullets have very good penetration. In the blink of an eye, many bullet holes were shot out of the fuselage.

"Baga, they really use machine guns to shoot planes!" The Japanese pilot shouted, and cold sweat began to emerge from his forehead.

If a bullet can penetrate the fuselage, it can penetrate the fuel tank. Once there is a problem with the fuel tank, what is waiting for you is the destruction of the aircraft and the death of the person.

The pilot immediately controlled the plane and began to climb, trying to avoid these bullets. As for the bold words just now, he had long forgotten them.

At this time, the Japanese pilot made a very fatal mistake and climbed in front of more than a dozen machine guns, directly exposing the entire belly of the aircraft to the machine gunner.

More than a dozen machine gunners became more and more powerful as they attacked. They immediately seized the time to shoot, and all the whizzing bullets greeted the abdomen of the plane.

Just as the plane was about to break out of the machine gun range, a string of bullets finally hit the plane's fuel tank.

In an instant, a ball of fire broke out in the fuel tank, and then a violent explosion reached everyone's ears.

The plane that was still above everyone's heads was blown up to pieces in an instant, and the Japanese pilots didn't even have much chance of escaping.

The Japanese plane exploded in the air, and everyone on the battlefield could see clearly.

The remaining five pilots of the Japanese were shocked and made the same move and immediately controlled the plane to climb!

The battalion commander, who was constantly bombing and was full of anger, was very excited.

It was like finding a hole to vent your anger, gathering the machine gunners in your hands, regardless of whether they could hit the target or not, and shooting at the plane in the sky.

Although we know that the bullets shot from these crooked handles are difficult to pose a threat to the plane.

However, the explosion of a bomber just now made the remaining Japanese feel afraid.

In addition, the ammunition they carried was almost done, and it seemed like they had agreed without a plane. At the same time, they consumed the remaining ammunition at an altitude of four or five hundred meters, and then flapped the wings and left the battlefield with their might.

"Order the troops to clean the battlefield and treat the wounded!" After the plane left, Wang Ping could not see any smile on his face that destroyed the Japanese bomber, but instead ordered with a heavy face.

Because he knew in his heart that the Japanese were taking revenge on themselves and succeeding in revenge.
Chapter completed!