On the three high grounds, each has a double-mounted machine gun, a Suluotong machine gun, and two Japanese machine guns.

It was originally used to fight Japanese armored targets for each high ground, so they were placed inside the tunnel covered by trees. Only when they were used would this big guy be moved out of the tunnel and brought into the fortifications on the other side of the mountain.

That is the only weapon that can pose a threat to tanks now, and it will never be used easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

But now, the Japanese planes are just silly lowering the height to a height of only 200 meters from the top of the mountain, and they are still shooting at their own positions.

That slutty operation made the observation post confused. He was stunned for a while before notifying the tunnel through the telephone buried in the position, which caused Cheng Tiexue, the commander of the fire support company under his command, to break out of the tunnel regardless of the danger and observe the Japanese plane with broken heads in a secret place.

When two Japanese planes shook their wings and flew past their own positions at high speed but did not shoot again, Cheng Tiexue, who had heard Tang Dao talk about the grievances between the Japanese navy and the army, also understood the intentions of these two Japanese planes.

It turns out that before attacking the opponent, I will give my own stupid army a warning!

This operation is really too sultry.

Seeing that the two Japanese planes had no intention of pulling up, they turned in the airspace two or three kilometers away, Cheng Tieshou keenly felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as the Japanese plane was so careless.

He quickly ran back to the tunnel from the observation point, and more than a dozen people pushed out the Suluotong machine gun that had been assembled and made of branches and put it in a fortification made of sandbags and hardwood more than 40 meters away from the entrance of the tunnel.

That is a special fortification for machine guns, which can be used to both air and roads on the side. Their strength may be able to withstand the blows of Japanese mortars, but they will definitely not withstand the bombs dropped from the sky. Cheng Tieshou's approach is risky enough.

But in everything, the risks and benefits are proportional to those of Cheng Tiexhou's instinct tells him that this adventure must be worth it.

"English army, horses and lands, open your dog's eyes and see how the glorious imperial navy attacked the enemy." Nagano Tuoyun had already ordered the two bombers hovering in the sky fiercely before turning to the three hills.

Two bombers in the altitude began to calibrate the nose, aimed at one high ground and entered a dive-dropping state. As the wings swayed gently, the two bombs hanging under the wings fell.

"Boom boom boom!" There were a few loud noises.

Four strong smoke rose from the trench areas clearly visible from Highlands 1 and Highlands 3.

If you follow the conventional operation, Nagano Tomoshi should jump to a height of at least 600 meters, use a telescope to observe the effect of the first round of bomb drops, and then conduct a second round of bomb drops for the error. If you find traces of the enemy, you can also use two heavy machine guns on board to strafuse and strike the Chinese positions.

In the past week, they have conducted such operations more than a dozen times. The Chinese have almost no decent counterattacks. The light machine guns fired in vain on the ground can only allow the Imperial Knights in the sky to find more valuable targets.

But this time, Nagano did not have any.

Perhaps the army's suggestions that the horses and lands of the army asked him to have a higher bombing accuracy hit his G-spot, causing the 1,500-hour elite pilot not to fly to a height of 600 meters, but to fly over the battlefield at a cruising speed at a height of 400 meters.

There was no telescope, and the curved trenches and the dark blue military uniforms visible to the naked eye were extremely clear in the field of view.

The number of people was smaller than expected. Perhaps, they had all been killed by the first wave of bombs dropped? Four huge craters were like four hells that had been opened on the hillside and on the top of the hill.

This is the normal Chinese. Just like what he remembers, it is like a lamb to be slaughtered, and it will only crawl on the ground and tremble. Captain Nagano's eyes are full of ferociousness after the windshield.

Originally, the two 150-pound bombs mounted under the wingman's wings were dropped at such a height, which would definitely destroy a dozen meters of trench, and you could see the soil mixed with broken limbs and broken bodies flying in the air.

But that's still too unhappy.

His landline also has two heavy 7.7mm machine guns. The 1,000-round bullets were used to scare the army and horses and land. 900 rounds were enough to plow the position in front of him several times.

The army and the horses and the mainland watched their invincible enemies rolling under their machine guns and wailing. Just thinking about this, a rich and substantial pleasure almost made Nagano Tuyun feel excited.

As the plane passed by at high speed, Nagano Doyun saw that there were more than a dozen small black dots running towards a cliff under the wings.

Obviously, this is a group of poor Chinese who were scared by the Imperial Knights bombs and hoped to run down the cliff to use dense trees and rocks to block the Imperial Knights' angry bullets.

A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Nagano Doyun shook his flying rudder slightly, and the fighter drew a graceful arc, passing by the top of the mountain in position No. 1, flying further and further in the view of Cheng Tieshou, who was hiding under a tree.

"Company Commander, why didn't you order him? With the height just now, I was 70% sure to hit him." Mo Songzi, who was lying on the side of Cheng Tiesu, was full of reluctance.

The No. 1 Highland is close to 300 meters above sea level, and the altitude of Nagano Tomoyun's plane just flew only 400 meters, and the altitude of more than 100 meters can even allow a few people hiding not far from the top of the mountain to see the face of the Japanese pilot wearing windshields in the Japanese plane.

If Cheng Tieshou ordered the two-unit Sulutong installation machine guns that were already on standby to open fire, and the MG34 in their hands as an auxiliary, there would be at least 70% chance of blowing up this arrogant enemy plane that dared to shoot at his own positions.

"Why, this Japanese fighter plane alone makes you Platoon Commander Mo?" Cheng Tie glanced at Mo Songzi, who had a strong desire to fight, and his lips curled slightly.

Cheng Tiexue has always been doubting Mo Songzi, a "lucky" shooter from the 67th Army who relied on his luck to destroy an "eagle balloon" who was promoted to a second lieutenant.

The battlefield is not a lucky roulette, not every time it depends on luck, but ultimately on strength.

According to his idea, Mo Songzi would serve as the deputy platoon leader first, command heavy machine guns first, and see how his actual ability is before reusing it.

But Tang Dao denied his suggestion as the company commander of the firepower support company. Not only did he promote Mo Songzi to the position of platoon leader, he was still a platoon leader, and handed over the command of the MG34, a precious machine gun to him.

No one can overturn the decision of the Battalion Commander Tang. Even if Cheng Tiexue was in doubt, he could only accept the order, but he was still a little worried. So, the three platoons under his command were stationed in three highlands, so he personally ran to the No. 1 highland where he was stationed in a row.

A general was unable to kill the three armies. He was worried that Mo Songzi, a guy who fell into the eyes of Tang Dao, would give him the most elite row of disasters.

Judging from the eagerness to fight that Mo Songzi showed now, he was not very attracted by Cheng Tiexou. He really lacked enough strategic vision.

That's really because Cheng Tieshou's requirements were too high. Mo Songzi was just a squad leader before this. He was used to obeying orders on the battlefield. When the commander said that he would do the target, he would control the machine gun to attack whoever he could.

But now, just a few days after serving as a row leader, he immediately became like an old soldier like Cheng Tiexou who had experienced months of war and had a judgment on the situation on the battlefield.

The battlefield will make people grow, but it also requires enough time and experience, and it can never be achieved overnight.

However, Mo Songzi was still the leader of Cheng Tieshou. Even if Cheng Tieshou inexplicably looked down on him, he still had to give him face. He sighed and explained patiently: "Even if we beat this guy up, that one will not escape like a frightened bird? If you want to do it, I have to beat both of them down in one go."

He pointed his finger at the No. 3 He Highland on the other side, "Did you see the action on the No. 3 Highland? That was the flag verb that He Da Nao just saw us sending, and more than a dozen brothers specially sent to attract the attention of two Japanese planes by running.

As long as Japanese planes dare to adjust their direction to attack the other side, they will expose all sides to the machine guns and MG34 on the No. 1 Highland. Although there is no movement on the No. 2 Highland, I also believe they have been prepared long ago.

Our firepower network consisting of three machine guns and several high-fire heavy machine guns, which looks terrible, but it is still not enough for the Japanese fighter jets that are speeding at high speed. Therefore, we need to artificially build fighter jets. As long as the Japanese aircraft still want to enter our trap as arrogant as before, we have a chance to hit a single blow."

"Yes, yes, you're still thinking about the long term." Mo Songzi, who was a little honest, nodded repeatedly and pointed at the sky. "What should I do if those two Japanese planes?"

"They have dropped the heavy bombs they carry, and the threat to us is not very big. If they don't come down, we will stew them in a pot." Cheng Tiexou glanced at the two Japanese planes swimming at an altitude of more than a thousand meters above his head, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Then, company commander, is it you who personally controlled the machine gun this time, or is it me?" Mo Songzi blinked.

"I'll do the machine gun, you can use MG34!" Cheng Tiexue decided to take action himself, so that he would feel more at ease.

"Well, then I'll take people to find a battle position." Mo Songzi nodded, lifted up the MG34 weighing more than 10 kilograms, and waved downwards.

In the woods, several soldiers ran over with bullet boxes and belts, and disappeared into the woods with Mo Songzi.

Cheng Tiexou looked at the direction where Mo Songzi disappeared, waved his head gently, and tried to dispel his worries.

The extremely pragmatic fire support company commander probably wouldn't have imagined that there is really a "son of luck" in this world.

That's very metaphysical, but there is such a person.

There is a lucky machine gunner on the Chinese side. For Nagano Tomoto and his landline, he can only be said to be an unlucky child.
Chapter completed!