Phoenix City!

Dragon Boat Festival and Ma Ping'an were standing side by side in the granary, watching the yellow corn kernels and laughing.

The golden corn piled into hills in the granary, while the soldiers were busy packing bags and carrying the grain out of the granary.

The face of Dragon Boat Festival was filled with uncontrollable joy. He reached out and gently grabbed a handful of full corn kernels and sighed: "Old Pan, look at these foods, each one is full. If there were no Japanese, how good would our people have lived?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Ping'an nodded vigorously, and then said, "Yes, so much food is almost cheaper than the Japanese.

Now, the goods are back to the original owner, which is enough for our guerrillas to spend more than half a year. Even if we recruit some new recruits, it will be enough."

"Haha, yes, the next step is to find a way to recruit new recruits and pull up the team completely."

Dragon Boat Festival is also very excited because he finally gained a foothold and the guerrillas have a bright future.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, a huge buzzing sound suddenly came, even the Dragon Boat Festival and Ma Ping'an in the granary heard it.

Without any hesitation, the two of them took steps almost at the same time and hurried out of the warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the two people looked up and saw several fighter planes whizzing past like silver arrows on the blue sky, leaving only dazzling trajectories.

Dragon Boat Festival's heart suddenly sank and frowned, because the trajectories left pointed out one direction, that is, the guerrillas' station.

Ma Ping'an, who was standing beside him, also looked solemn, and his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists. Obviously, he also knew what the Japanese plane was going to do.

Dragon Boat Festival quickly ordered: "Hurry, go and generate electricity for the station and let them prepare for air defense."

"yes!"

Ma Ping'an immediately ran and ran to the communication room in Phoenix City.

Ma Ping'an arrived at the communication room and directly pulled the communications soldier on duty aside.

Because it was too sudden and Ma Ping'an was very strong, the communication soldier staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

"sorry!"

Ma Ping'an said sorry, but then he ignored the still dazed communication soldier.

He picked up the guerilla transmitter and quickly generated electricity to the guerrilla base.

The correspondent soldier at the guerrilla garrison was lying on the table and was dozing when he suddenly heard a sound from the radio station and was immediately awakened.

He quickly began to write on the paper and wrote a series of secret codes after a moment.

He took out the password book and quickly translated it. Then he was shocked and ran out of the wooden house to report to Tang Jiujiu.

Tang Jiujiu's little head was running rapidly, and she waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just a few planes, go and have someone dry your clothes."

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The communication soldier was speechless, but he did not dare to question it, so he just asked the nurse to dry the clean clothes and bandages.

At the same time, in the northeast direction of the guerrillas, the huge roar of Japanese planes hit again.

The roar broke the tranquility of the morning, trembling every inch of land, and trembling the heartstrings of every guerrilla.

The sky seemed to be torn apart. In the morning light, several Japanese bombers approached quickly like silver god of death with the shadow of death.

Tang Jiujiu looked into the distance with a telescope and murmured, "Is it really coming? Are there only a few? The Dragon Boat Festival will make a fuss. In the past, there were more planes than this, but I didn't see him being nervous. The Japanese are so funny, and they dare to attack the airstrikes with five planes?"

As she said that, Tang Jiujiu shook her head speechlessly, and then jumped off the shelf on the tree. She didn't care about these five planes at all.

At the same time, the Japanese bombers had already discovered the guerrillas' base.

Because in the woods they not only found a large number of wooden houses, but also many ropes with clothes and cloth strips that kept fluttering in the wind.

The captain of the Japanese Flying Squad sneered: "The Chinese are so careless. Are you afraid that we will not find their station? We even hung a flag to welcome us."

Another Japanese pilot said: "This is probably the easiest task for us to complete. In fact, even fighter jets are not available. Can a small guerrilla force threaten our large Japanese Imperial Army aircraft?"

"That's right! Get ready to drop bombs!"

The Japanese squad leader ordered that the three Japanese bombers did not even adjust their direction and directly dived.

As for the targets that dropped the bombs? They didn't even need to choose, because all the targets of the guerrillas were the targets they wanted to bomb, which was the order of their commander.

So three Japanese bombers left the fleet and dived down.

The height is four thousand meters, three thousand meters, two thousand meters, one thousand five hundred meters,...

At this time, the Japanese plane still did not stop because dive bombers wanted to accurately drop the bomb at the designated position, they had to approach the target infinitely.

Of course, if it is an air strike against the regular army, they will definitely be more cautious.

But they were attacking guerrillas, and they could not have air defense weapons. Even if they had one, they were just machine guns.

So the Japanese captain felt that as long as the enemy did not dive to a position below 500 meters close to the ground, there was no way for the enemy to deal with them.

But I didn't expect that when the plane had just broken through one thousand meters, bundles of angry flames rose into the air from several trees at the guerrilla camp.

That is the DShK anti-aircraft machine gun.

This multi-purpose machine gun has powerful performance and wide applicability, which is very suitable for guerrillas at this time.

The total length is 1.6 meters and uses 12.7 mm large-caliber ammunition, which can fire various types of bombs including armor-piercing bombs, incendiary bombs and high-explosive bombs. It is easy to deal with light armored targets and even personnel flying from low-altitude aircraft to light armored targets and even personnel on the ground.

The rate of fire is 600 rounds per minute, and only a few such anti-aircraft machine guns are needed, which is enough to block a piece of airspace in a short period of time.

It is then used with tracer bullets, so that shooters can accurately lock targets under various light conditions.

So the Japanese captain, whose sneer just now, disappeared. He widened his eyes and looked ahead in disbelief - those originally seemingly unprepared targets actually hid such powerful air defense firepower.

The bullets were like dense raindrops, and soon hit his fuselage. The metal on the fuselage burst out with dazzling sparks under the violent impact.

"No! This is impossible!"

The Japanese captain roared, holding the joystick in both hands, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the dense rain of bullets.

But fate seemed to have made a ruling, his plane began to tremble uncontrollably, and the engine wailed desperately.

boom!
Chapter completed!