Chapter 263

The four Japanese fighter jets that bypassed the blocking position still broke through Fan Guowen's Maxim's fire blockade. Only two of them dragged out a few traces of smoke and made several panic moves to avoid Z, and then barely followed the formation again. Although they were in the accurate range of killing, they were still slightly injured in the rain of bullets that flew away from the original ballistics.

A howl sounded again on the Japanese position, a new storm-former formation was forming, and the other four enemy planes that had just dropped the bomb were swept back again.

On the battlefield, soldiers did not have the right to be sad for their comrades. Except for some new recruits, most of the living people on the Eighth Route Army blocking positions did not show any sadness on their faces. Veterans who had experienced countless bloody battles had long been used to the eternal separation of their comrades. The soldiers who were still combat-capable on the third regiment positions silently and quickly adjusted the distribution of the troops in the blocking positions, consciously making up for the gap in the defense line caused by the Japanese enemy bombs. The blood debt was paid for blood, and only by using military spears and bullets to tear the enemy apart can the martyrs' spirit in the sky be comforted.

In the direction of the retreat of the Eighth Route Army headquarters behind the position, it seemed that the sharp whistling of Japanese planes when diving, the huge explosion of aviation bombs and the dense sound of anti-aircraft machine guns fired at the air. The third regiment was powerless and could only rely on the guard-level established armed forces guarding the headquarters' transfer team to conduct air counterattack.

The blocking formation of the third regiment had already connected with the Japanese army that launched another charge. The sound of gunfire and explosions once again surrounded the positions affected by the war with smoke.

The four enemy planes that flew back threw away the bombs and their speed became faster. While the formation was aiming at the Eighth Route Army positions, two fire snakes were shot out on both sides of the fuselage and pounced on the Third Regiment's position. The dust pillars that kept bursting repeatedly plowed on the Third Regiment's position. The clearly audible bullets roared at the Eighth Route Army soldiers who were dodging on the ground like a god of death. The speed and fierce firepower of the Japanese aircraft quickly caused more casualties to the Third Regiment. The large-caliber aircraft-borne machine gun bullets of more than seven millimeters exploded a blood hole the size of a bowl on the human body.

Fan Guowen was furious and la Maxim shot at the enemy plane that was raging in the sky. "Damn it, go to die!" Fan Guowen was simply furious. Wasting a big bullet didn't even stop an enemy plane. It was a shame and humiliation for him.

As if he was in a state of madness due to his anger, Fan Guowen ignored Maxim, who was nearly heavy, and stood in the machine gun bunker as if nothing had happened. He kept moving his body and pulling the machine gun, and the flames that shot out of him tightly locked the running enemy planes.

A Japanese fighter jet was bitten by Fan Guowen's bomb rain. He had just had time to make a few evasion actions in the air, and the left and right wings were blown up, and they were heavily smashed to the ground, blowing into metal fragments in the sky.

When they found that there was a firepower point on the ground that threatened them, the other three enemy planes roared back again. The Japanese fighter pilot was also angry by the crazy counterattack on the ground. One of them rushed directly to Fan Guowen's heavy machine gun position, and two dust pillars rushed straight from far to near.

"Damn it, come on, let's go one on one! ~Who dies first!" Fan Guowen, who entered a completely selfless state, roared and pulled the machine gun, and fired at the rushing enemy plane without hesitation.

"Squad leader! Hurry up!" Xiaohu, who was responsible for reconnaissance and bomb supply, pulled Fan Guowen, but Fan Guowen didn't even look at him, "Get out! ~ Don't bother me!" As if he was possessed by a devil, Fan Guowen didn't know the strength from the inside, so he kicked Xiaohu out of the cover.

"Squad Leader!" Xiaohu cried and wanted to rush back, but was dragged away by several Eighth Route Army soldiers nearby.

"Guowen! Quickly!" Li Wei saw that Fan Guowen's machine gun position in the distance was held back by Japanese fighters, and his blood was almost frozen. One was in the sky and the other was on the ground, and the duels on the duel were pouring all their firepower at each other.

In just a moment, the fighter plane in the air was blown into a ball of fire, while the Maxim machine gun position was hit by a wave of bullets and a ball of smoke and dust broke out.

"I'll push you to your lungs!" Li Wei twisted the muscles on his face, not knowing who he was cursing.

Li Wei grabbed the Eighth Route Army cap on his head and threw it to somewhere, shouting: "Damn it! Squad One, prepare for the air gun array!"

"Yes!" Guo Wei, Sun Yuzhi, Ding Hong, Zhuang Dongrong and Tang Shaoming immediately leaned over from the nearby bunker, stood together and followed Li Wei's rifle raised in the air, aiming at the Japanese enemy planes in the air.

A neat row of bullets was shot directly at the enemy plane, but it was shot in the air. A squad's barrage of only six guns was still limited in air coverage, but more air-attack gun arrays nearby gathered. After leading the new recruits to the trial, the old platoon soldiers had already taught the tactic of using collective strength to effectively attack air targets. More than ten people spontaneously arranged guns to shoot in the air in a neat manner.

The two Japanese fighters, who noticed something bad, quickly pulled up their fuselage and began to climb. Groups of neat barrage almost slid past the fuselage. However, at a low altitude of nearly a thousand meters, they were still within the maximum range of the Type 81 rifle. The two Japanese fighters had only time to climb 300 meters and were fired into colanders flying from all over the sky, carrying the hated bullets of the third regiment of soldiers, and exploded into two flames, and fell into the Japanese infantry team that was charging.

The smoke from the Maxim heavy machine gun position dispersed, and suddenly a burst of smoke and dust rose. A ghost cry that almost scared the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army nearby was almost gone: "Haha, your little Japanese will never kill me! Hahaha!~~~~~~~"

"What are you yelling at? You're a zombie! Why don't you die yet?" A grenade was thrown into the heavy machine gun position. Fan Guowen screamed and was smashed back. Of course, the security of the grenade was not opened.

Although Li Wei was angry, his smile on his face remained unabated. Fan Guowen's life was really tough. He would not be in trouble. If he survived a disaster, he would have good luck.

"Boss, you don't need to curse me like this." Fan Guowen covered his forehead and wailed, and suddenly screamed: "My meal guy, the damn plane, broke my beloved Maxim, I'll fuck me!" Fan Guowen rushed to the sky with his middle finger.

It seems that the duel with enemy planes was not a complete victory. Although Fan Guowen's men were fine, Maxim's heavy machine gun was crippled. The firepower of the third regiment was reduced out of thin air. The weapon was the second life of the warrior. Fan Guowen grabbed his hair and cursed at the sky with a mixed curse of Chinese and English. Without the machine gun, he, the squad leader of the machine gun squad, was considered to be a vain.

"Damn it, you're almost crazy!" Commander Gu Yue of the Third Regiment watched the soldiers on the blocking position repelled the Japanese army's many large-scale attacks. If the reserve team had not returned to help, the third regiment's blocking position had probably been lost in many places. Gu Yue was so anxious that he was restless. If this continued, the third regiment would have to follow the footsteps of the previous blocking troops.

Commander Gu glanced at the busy staff in the temporary command center of the Third Regiment, and shouted: "Jiayao, urge the headquarters to urge you to see when will the reinforcements arrive?" Now he is simply filling the position with the lives of the Third Regiment.

"Yes!" Chen Jiayao, who was guarding the radio station, did not look back, and still nervously pounded the telegraph key. The original telegrapher was unfortunately shot and killed in the previous round of enemy air strikes. She had to replace the telegrapher.

However, as the Japanese army launched a large-scale attack on the anti-Japanese revolutionary base, telegrams and communications in various places were in a busy state, and several telegram machines at the Eighth Route Army headquarters were always intermittently unable to contact each other, so Chen Jiayao was so anxious that she kept sending telegram codes requesting contact.

"Yes! Haha, there's a reaction!" Chen Jiayao held the headphones tightly and listened nervously. The temporary command center suddenly calmed down. Everyone was moving gently, and no one dared to disturb the precious superior's instructions at this time.

Listening to the intermittent long and short signals of bee, "The number is confirmed and passed! Verification is passed!" Chen Jiayao suddenly said in surprise, listening, while dictating the order to decrypt the order returned by the superior.

"Primary, the superior instructs..." Suddenly, Chen Jiayao's face, which was originally happy, suddenly froze and quickly became gloomy. Seeing that her face was not normal, Zhengcommander Wang, who was accompanying him, said anxiously: "Jiayao, what's wrong!? Keep talking!"

"The superior said that because the war in each district is tight, except for some small number of militia nearby who will come to support us, no troops will come to support us anymore. The superior hopes that we can firmly block the enemy and wait for the superior to safely transfer before evacuating the blocking position."

"End!~ The Third Regiment is afraid that it will be explained here!" Political Commissar Wang was shocked, his face pale, and his shaky body would have almost fallen if it were not for Captain Gu's timely support him.

"Old Zheng!~I'm sorry for you!" Political Commissar Wang's grief and anger almost beat his chest and stamped his feet, making the eyes of others wet. The Third Regiment can be regarded as the family background brought about by Political Commissar Wang and Zheng Shuwen, who once sacrificed the regiment commander, brought about by Zheng Shuwen, from the era of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army, and has extremely deep feelings.

Although Captain Gu has taken over the Third Regiment for more than two years, he has formed a deep relationship with Political Commissar Wang and helped him and persuaded: "Old Wang, a man shed blood and does not cry. For the safety of his superiors, we must stop the enemy at all costs!"

"Damn it, then let him have a badass! Notify the soldiers, we will let the Japanese see what a death battle is!" Political Commissar Wang, who has always been approachable in his words and actions, wiped away his tears, his tone was filled with a strange and cold murderous intent.

Sometimes when a hero needs to cut off his arm, Political Commissar Wang can still distinguish between the safety of the Third Regiment and the Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

Gu Yue nodded and said, "Okay! Our third group will do our best!"

The sky above the position turned dark, and the daytime battle exhausted both the enemy and us. The kitchen team sent Chinese burgers to the position, white flour steamed buns and beef that were integrated with staple food and side dishes.

The soldiers did not respond much from the regiment headquarters. The sacrifice of their comrades in the battle made the soldiers' hatred and retraced. Instead, the warriors became even more intense. The Red Third Regiment started with the few fights and more, and it was not as good as the Japanese devils who were nearly ten times more.
Chapter completed!