"Regiment Commander, look! It's the Japanese's aerial formation!!!”
The sergeant who was controlling the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gun pointed at the black dot and shouted.
"Damn it, we really ran into them. Machine gun company, get ready!!!”
Fan Biao narrowed his eyes and roared.
"Yes, sir!" the captain replied.
In the next moment, the four corners of the first defensive position were covered in grass. As the grass fell off, four 20mm Sorotong Machine Guns were revealed. The spearheads slowly rose up and pointed at the black dot in the distance.
He was like a ferocious tiger that was about to explode when it encountered its prey in the wilderness. He stared fixedly at the Japanese planes that were approaching from afar.
Qin Feng equipped the four Suoluotong Machine Guns together. His goal was not to let them fight against the Japanese planes, but to strengthen the firepower of the defensive position.
In a defensive battle, a 20mm caliber machine gun was undoubtedly the nightmare of the infantrymen. It was the harvesting machine on the battlefield.
With its 20mm caliber (among the machine guns) and super high firing rate, it only took a single shot to turn a large number of Japanese soldiers into minced meat. Even their bodies could not be identified because their bodies were all smashed.
However, they did not expect the Japanese plane to crash into them!
"Fight!"
Just as the Japanese soldiers were showing their fangs, the commander of the machine gun company immediately gave the order.
In the next moment…
The four Suoluotong Machine Guns that had been waiting for a long time were like hungry tigers that had descended from the mountain, launching an attack on their prey in the air.
"Dong dong dong…Dong dong dong…Dong dong…Dong!"
The sound of Suoluotong's machine gun was like a bell, shaking people's eardrums. The roar of the gun was like the roar of a tiger in the forest...
"Dong dong dong…Thump thump…Dong dong dong…"
The four Soloton Machine Guns were placed in pairs, two firing at the same time while the other two fired back at the same time. They complemented each other's lack of anti-air firepower and maximized the damage of the Machine Guns.
"Dong dong dong…Thump thump…Dong dong dong…"
The sound was very rhythmic, like the war drums in the ancient battlefield, shocking people.
For a moment, everyone's fighting spirit was stimulated to the maximum!
"Come on! The Japanese! Grandpa has delicious food here! Come on!"
The person controlling the machine gun was a sergeant from the Northeast Army. He gritted his teeth and roared.
Just now, when the Japanese planes fired the first round of shots, the original shooter was badly mutilated by the Japanese's machine guns, leaving only a humanoid figure.
Seeing this, the northeast sergeant was the first to go up.
At this moment, the old and new grudges were turned into the flames of revenge. Every bullet that was fired seemed to contain the heroic soul of a comrade. 300,000 heroic souls in Songhu, 300,000 bullets.
There was no nostalgia for their comrades in their eyes, because such time was not allowed on the battlefield.
They had no honor in their hearts because the whole world was scolding them.
They only had hatred, endless hatred towards the Japanese. Whenever there was a war, they would fight to the death. Their only belief was that blood debts must be paid with blood!!
" Kill!!!!"
"Dong dong…Kaka kaka…"
The sergeant controlled the machine gun and roared. He didn't even know that the bullets had run out.
At this moment, two Japanese planes flew towards him from the left and right. Two aerial machine guns were aimed at him.
"Pututu"
"Pututu
As the two machine guns fired, the Japanese plane brushed past them and left a trail in the air.
On the other hand, the northeast sergeant on the machine gun had already been shot through. Blood flowed along the machine gun. His hand was still tightly gripping the trigger of the machine gun, and his face had a long, relieved expression.
Similar scenes were happening all over the battlefield.
People were dying at any time, and no one was like in the TV series, where they went to mourn the death of their friends.
Seeing the comrade beside him fall, the second person consciously stepped forward.
At this moment, a member of the 1st Regiment pulled down the body of the sergeant and reloaded his gun. The machine gun of the Sorotong Regiment let out another roar.
Just like before, they vented the anger in their hearts at the Japanese.
"Spitfire…Spitfire, give me some ammo!!!”
Fan Biao shouted. He had changed the barrel of his pistol countless times, and there were eggshells all around him.
Beside him, the gunner was lying peacefully. A piece of his abdomen was missing. It was from the Japanese artillery shell, but his hand was still holding onto the ammunition box of the Soviet Union and handing it to Fan Biao…
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