(Yan Shao: No wrong chapters are posted. Please take a closer look. There are two fourth chapters, haha. So the first chapter I posted today is Chapter 6.)

The heavy artillery of warships and guns anchored on the Huangpu River cannot be used, but the Japanese soldiers and air forces that have already occupied an absolute advantage. They have bombers and fighters!

Facing the Sihang Warehouse standing there, facing the gas cylinder that was too high, too thick, and too easy to become the target of attack dozens of meters away, facing the British rice flag flying at the Beiqiao, the Japanese Air Force pilots who showed off their might in the sky of China and did not know how many bombs they dropped and how many machine gun shells they fired, all shook their heads.

The problems they faced were the same as artillery on naval battleships. It was easy to throw bombs. Just press the button and you could throw them out a string. However, once that bomb was suddenly rushing and rushing, ignoring ballistics, ignoring physics, and not following the arrangements of designers and engineers. Under the influence of inertia, kinetic energy, and potential energy, they rushed with a happy little assault, whistling straight towards the British Concession, and blew up a beautiful little black cloud. What should they do if they caused such a disaster?

Should I commit suicide by committing suicide by septum according to the spirit of Bushido? The question is, who is fucking wrong with being able to live well and is willing to commit suicide?!

It is said that the Nine-National Conference is about to begin. Is the reason why the Chinese government fights desperately in Shanghai? To put it bluntly, isn’t it that it hopes to use Shanghai’s special international status and influence, use the Nine-National Guild to create public opinion advantages, and through pressure from various countries and negotiation methods to force the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire to retreat from Shanghai?

At this critical moment, not to mention throwing a bomb into the British Concession, even if shrapnel flew around, hit the British patrol soldiers, smashing the flowers and plants in the British Concession, destroying the ecological balance, it would be bad, and there would be another problem!

With this concern, it is no wonder that it has been two days since several fighter jets and bombers hovered over the Sihang Warehouse like vultures longing to eat corpses, but they kept trying not to rush down.

When Japanese soldiers attacked China, they had never encountered such a scene where they had to be restrained when they were afraid of being attacked!

Maybe it was because of the order from the peak, or maybe it was a self-decision attempt. A light attack bomber that had been hovering over the Sihang Warehouse suddenly drew a beautiful dive arc in the air and rushed straight towards the Sihang Warehouse. Judging from its appearance, it was actually going to directly attack the Sihang Warehouse with the cannons on the fighter plane.

Whether the cannon can penetrate the Sihang Warehouse with reinforced concrete structures is unknown. The driver of this Type 94 fighter jet does not know. Of course, he does not know what kind of blow it can cause to the Chinese soldiers guarding the Sihang Warehouse if he hits a string of bullets. But he only knows that since he entered China for combat, he has never encountered such a feeling of being restrained!

This Type 94 fighter produced by Mitsubishi Japan made a nearly perfect dive shooting action with a loud roar. Just as the fighter pilot, with a look of ease, had his fingers on the red cannon launch keys and was about to pour the cannon onto the Sihang Warehouse, the roof of the Sihang Warehouse that had been silent suddenly came alive!

Amid the roar of loud noises, several Chinese soldiers worked hard to lift the canvas for disguisedness, and pushed a pile of bamboo racks and cardboard boxes piled at the top of the Sihang warehouse.

Amid the sound of sighs and the chaos of bamboo poles jumping around cardboard boxes, two anti-aircraft machine guns faced the Japanese Type 94 fighter jets that had already begun to dive and could no longer change their route, revealing their narrow and dangerous gun bodies. The bullets neatly arranged on the bullet chains looked as beautiful and dangerous as the teeth of sharks, and even shining with a faint glow under the sunlight.

A veteran who had been hiding under the canvas for no reason and was responsible for manipulating anti-aircraft machine guns kicked away two or three open canned boxes around him. In the past two days, he had to hide motionlessly under the canvas. He ate canned food for every meal. This was definitely a luxury during the war, but in order not to expose his target, he even defecated in the canvas and did not dare to push these canvas outside. The taste of the canvas can be imagined.

Looking at the Type 94 fighter that was swooping straight down, the anti-aircraft machine gunner quickly adjusted the muzzle, and spat out a mouthful of saliva and shouted: "Damn, why did you come here at this time? I can't wait!"

When the Japanese pilot finally saw everything in front of him and quickly calculated the position and corner of both sides and the firepower comparison in his heart, he suddenly screamed in his heart: "Oh my god!"

"Dadada..."

The two anti-aircraft machine guns roared together, and the big shell jumped happily. The anti-aircraft machine gun bullets drew two visible trajectories in the air, just like two of the wildest Thoracle swords, shooting hard at the Type 94 fighter jet that was too underestimated and too self-righteous, and sent itself to the muzzle of the anti-aircraft machine gun.

The Type 94 fighter made a terrifying "squeaking" sound under the baptism of heavy machine gun bullets. The driver sitting in the fighter jet was instantly hit by three or four anti-aircraft machine gun bullets at the same time. The Japanese fighter pilot, who was stained with the blood of too many Chinese soldiers and owed too much blood debt, looked at his body that was as if he was dismembered by five horses in disbelief, suddenly let out a scream of despair that was extremely painful.

Do you know what the bullets shot when the anti-aircraft machine guns look like when they are super powerful in caliber?

Simply put, the bullet with large diameter, high penetration and high stagnation force will be a hole when hitting the fighter plane. It will be a hole when hitting the Japanese Army's light and thin armored vehicles like iron cans, and it will be a hole when hitting the human body. It will be...it will break whatever you hit!

Blood kept bursting in the fighter's cockpit, and all kinds of sticky things filled the entire cabin in an instant. The entire Type 94 fighter was hit by anti-aircraft machine gun bullets and was hit in various ways. When an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet finally shot into the engine of the fighter, the entire fighter suddenly exploded into countless pieces in the air, scattering towards this land belonging to China.

Crazy cheers suddenly rang in the Sihang Warehouse, and the Chinese soldiers operating heavy machine guns even raised their disdainful thumbs to the Japanese planes still hovering above their heads. They could not throw bombs or call for warship artillery bombardment. They only had the machine cannons on the fighter planes and their two heavy machine guns. Those Japanese pilots who just wrapped themselves in a layer of iron and flew around at low altitudes were not afraid. What were they afraid of those who were on the blue sky and pedaling on the earth?!

Seeing this scene, Yang Huimin's slap was almost slapped, and she burst into laughter.

"See, have you seen it? They fired a plane, they fired a Japanese plane!" Yang Huimin looked at Lei Zhen and smiled and shouted: "Did you see it? The Japanese don't dare to fire or throw bombs now. Now even their fighter planes have been shot down. Their magic weapon has been used up. If they want to capture the Sihang Warehouse, they have to exchange human lives and fill in the corpse!"

Lei Zhen was also nodding vigorously. Looking at the corpses of Japanese soldiers lying in front of Sihang Warehouse, Lei Zhen subconsciously reached out and touched his left arm. Yang Huimin had already tied several thick hemostatic bandages to his wound. Yang Huimin really didn't pay attention. Looking at the corpses of those Japanese soldiers and the sun flag they threw on the ground, a dangerous blood red slowly rose in Lei Zhen's eyes, which had never had any emotional fluctuations.
Chapter completed!