After the rumbling sound came from the sky.

The Japanese suspended their attack.

Lieutenant Okawa's face was so gloomy that water dripped out of water.

The eighth Route bomb hit rate on the ridge is ridiculously high!

Six of the experienced firepower team died and more than ten were injured!

The elites that the empire trained at a great cost were blown away by several grenades that were not worth a piece of ocean!

He could not accept this result at all!

There is also good news. Not long ago, the team that surrounded Xiangnan joined another pursuit squadron and found that the team that fled Xiangnan was arranging a siege.

He believed in the ability of his subordinate lieutenant.

I believe that the ridge is definitely the eighth route that broke the rear.

It is absolutely impossible to let the elites among the elites participate in this kind of similar battle!

So he called air support directly.

The one who comes first may be a reconnaissance plane!

Then, the fighter jets will arrive, giving the Eighth Route Army a fatal blow.

All the ideas of respecting the opponent were thrown into the stinky field pit next to him!

Only when the plane hits the Eighth Route Army on the ridge will it launch a charge and deal with the defeated generals of the Eighth Route Army.

The captain behind him had another combat mission, and he still sent him a squadron reinforcements, which should have arrived soon.

Three fires in the valley lit thick smoke early on to guide the fighter planes.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a pilot to find his current location in the depths of the vast mountains.

The reconnaissance plane has finally arrived!

The lieutenant's heart slowly calmed down.

The Japanese radio operator was singing next to him: "Report, the pilot sent a message saying that there was nothing on the ridge..."

The assistant muttered: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

The lieutenant thought for a while: "What a hell, did the Tujiao Route enter the hole?"

The assistant shook his head: "The rocks in front of him are not limestone, so it is unlikely that they will form a natural cave!"

Unable to figure it out, the lieutenant pulled off a piece of thatch: "In such a short time, it is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to temporarily take out a mouse hole in the stone."

The assistant next to him thought for a while: "Maybe, there is a cave on the mountain, and we can't see it below..."

The second lieutenant who had been standing by the side suddenly spoke: "There is another possibility that the Eighth Route Army has pretended..."

The assistant shook his head: "No matter how much he pretends, he will never be able to escape the eyes of the observer on the low-altitude reconnaissance plane!"

"There is also a possibility that the number of people from the Eighth Route Army on the ridge is not large at all..." The second lieutenant continued to guess: "So far, the Eighth Route Army has fired no more than twenty bullets in total, and nine grenades were thrown, and three people can do it!"

The lieutenant scoffed: "You mean, three territorial 8th Route Army blocked one of our squadrons for nearly an hour?"

"I...just based on the actual situation, it is also possible that the cunning Eighth Route Army deliberately hid the firepower!"

It would be useless to guess any more, so the plane could only continue to hover.

After a while, the observer on the plane sent another report to confirm the location.

The plane continued to hover over the ridge.

Still no reward.

The lieutenant was furious: "Send a report again and let the fighter take the incendiary bomb!"

The assistant was startled: "It cannot be used. If we use a fire to ignite a wildfire, we will not be able to pursue it at that time."

The lieutenant had a dark face: "You don't even look at what season it is..."

The assistant knew that the lieutenant was so angry that he reminded him: "Your Excellency, it hasn't rained in the mountains for nearly a year. Look at the thatch around us, there are more dead branches and leaves than newly released..."

"Then let the reconnaissance planes conduct low-altitude reconnaissance...machine gun fire!"

...

The reconnaissance plane almost whizzed past the ridges.

The thatched grass covered by several people was lifted up by the strong wind.

Fortunately, the color of the soldiers' military uniforms was almost exactly the same as that of the mountain grey. With the angle of sight, the observer close to the pilot's seat did not see any strangeness in the thatch.

After a round trip, the plane flew to the north of the ridge.

Liu Manhe quickly opened his voice: "Far away from the top of the mountain, slipped to the south slope, spread a little more, and pressed the thatch with each other..."

After a sensation on the ridge, a large area of ​​"thick grass" began to move towards the south slope.

The soldier whose thatch was overturned on his body was quickly tied with vines...

The engines in the cabin were unable to hear each other talking at all, and the observer handed a written card to the pilot in front.

The plane that had fallen head started to turn for a half way and came back again.

This time, the air-based machine gun fired directly, and the bullet pulled out two obvious ballistic marks...

There seemed to be no one on the ridge.

From east to west, and then from west to east, he pulled back and forth along the ridge twice, and hundreds of bullets poured into the bushes of the ridge.

The reconnaissance plane mountain is reorganized parallel to the top of the ridge so that observers can see more carefully...

Except for the sparse shrubs and thatchs were disturbed by powerful airflow, they still failed to find any trace.

I flew along the edge of the mountainside, and except for a bunch of thatched grass, I didn't even see a single figure...

The observer holds multiple positions and constantly presses the radio sending button.

The telegrams kept sending, and the lieutenant at the foot of the mountain did not believe that there was no Eighth Route Army on the mountain.

Based on his intuition, he judged that the reconnaissance plane must have missed it.

Or the Eighth Route Army did find a hole like a mouse!

A barren mountain like this can never be hidden from the eyes of observers on the plane in the sky unless it is prepared.

The lieutenant immediately ordered that the person who had been blown up and put up the grenade can again.

Even if you are hit by an Eighth Route Grenade, you must figure out the real enemy situation at the edge of the mountain.

No matter what, it is better than waiting to guess the torture below.

Soon, the reconnaissance plane that received the message approached the mountainside again.

Grenade launchers hidden in the bushes on the mountainside began to fire grenades.

Boom... Boom...

The grenade is above the edge.

Shrubs and gravels flew around, constantly falling out of the edges.

Without specific goals, there is naturally no accuracy.

This time, the grenade firing almost never stopped, and more than twenty grenades hit the Eighth Route Position one after another.

If the grenade launcher is hit a few more times, it will heat up, and the gap between the gun barrel and the grenade is getting bigger and bigger.

Due to airtightness, the lower the height of the grenade fired behind it!

Finally, a grenade just crossed the edge, and before he could turn around, it happened to fall on a piece of thatch...

When this grenade reached the ridgeline position, it had reached its highest point and hit the warrior's back waist directly.

A strange thing happened immediately: the bump fuse used by the grenade fired by the Japanese grenade launcher.

Due to insufficient kinetic energy, this grenade did not explode!

The grenade stopped at the warrior's back, surrounded by thatched grass and stopped moving.

The soldier next to him looked at this scene in amazement, worried that the bomb would explode at any time...

Smoke rolls at the mountain edges.

The stones began to roll down the hillside, and the dust brought about by the wind was flying with the mountain.

The reconnaissance plane went back and forth for a long time, but still found nothing.

Fighters in the twin-air formation appeared from the east.

After the airborne machine gun vented its trench in the thatch on the top of the ridge, the reconnaissance plane decided to return.

The target below is very obvious, and the fighter can see it as soon as he comes.

Not only to waste ammunition, it is a waste of gasoline...

If it weren't for the legendary elite of the advancing team below, the observer would have called the commander below a stupid pig in the telegram!
To be continued...