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Chapter 136 Night, In This Deep Night

How insignificant are people?
Looking down from the plane, it was just a grain of sand, an ant, a flesh and blood body that could be crushed by machine gun bombs at any time.

"Come on!"

The newly arrived garrison team of the [-]nd Regiment on Xiaokaoling, a black-faced man holding a carbine, is leading the team down from the outer mountains.

The flames suddenly appeared in the sky, and the plane was so obvious to the volunteers. It was filled with multiple complex emotions of hatred and longing, so even under the artillery fire, they still noticed it at first sight.The black-faced man's face was huddled together, it was the horror that followed:
"We still have guns that can shoot planes?!"

A soldier shouted: "Company Commander, I saw it, it was a 'big bullshit'!"

The big argument is the super bazooka, the American M20 anti-tank rocket launcher. Thanks to Xu Qing's previous capture and report to the army, the rear is urgently developing and ordering the ministries to seize as many weapons as possible.Everyone knows something - this is an upgraded version of bazooka.

"Can this thing knock down a plane?!"

He couldn't help being puzzled again, but there was some surprise in his tone: "Let's go! Let's take down a plane and avenge Lao Yang!"

Soldiers: "Revenge! Revenge!"

hill.Qilian is running.

"what is that?"

Everyone in Qilian raised their heads one after another.

The sky is full of sparks exploding infinitely and the thick ice fog of the stagnant night, the colors are extremely beautiful.But what's even more beautiful is that the steel body of the aircraft is spinning rapidly under the lighting projectiles fired by the US military, and is hitting the mountain bag:

"boom--"

The blazing sparks exploded completely on the small high ground, emitting a light that was more intense than the sky, it was fiery red, bright yellow, bright fireworks mixed with black smoke, rising to the sky!
"I'm rough—I hit Wanli?!"

Yu Congrong turned around in horror.He looked in Xu Qing's direction, because that's where the plane was attacked, where the explosion came from, and where it crashed.

Lei Gong shouted: "Don't look back, run forward! The American artillery is still firing."

But his beard trembled as he ran. Like Yu Congrong and the soldiers, he couldn't hide the surprise and excitement on his face.

"The artillery platoon keeps up!" He waved his hands, and his voice was full of enthusiasm, "It's either him, or Pinghe—we hit it anyway."

"Airplane! That's an airplane! We shot down an airplane!"

Yu Congrong kept on stepping, yelling uncontrollably.

Nobody blames him.Wu Qianli, Mei Sheng, Lei Gong, Yu Congrong, Ba Long, Liu Zhiyi, Li Chizheng, Guang Fusheng, Liang Youdi, etc., and the people from the Seventh Interlude Company were also watching, and they were also excited.

Because it was brought down by their comrades in arms!
"Prepare to cover." Wu Qianli was the calmest, even though he was beaming with joy, his face was still as gloomy as black water: "That's just one. There are dozens more in the sky, and they are all terrifying monsters that are urging them to die."

Yu Congrong: "The third and fourth shifts are already in place, and the first row has not fallen, so we can give them cover!"

Lei Gong: "The gunner has been withdrawn, the ammunition...the ammunition can still be used for two rounds."

Thousands of miles away, they have already reached the end of this mountain range. Looking back, the highland they had to hold on to during the day was almost flattened, with no ups and downs, and full of devastated flames.

Thousands of flowing flames flew straight from the sky, illuminating the whole land in panic like daylight, but his younger brother Wu Wanli (Xu Qing) was still fighting there.

He didn't know how the Americans were feeling, but there was a trace of fear in his certainty, a long-lost fear.

He didn't know how Xu Qing was doing now.He could only believe in him, believe in being alive.At least the plane that fell straight down with black smoke is proof.

Touching the American-made pistol that Tan Ziwei gave, Qianli said, "Then shoot. Big deal...we'll get it back from the Americans!"

"Yes, company commander!"

!!!
Bugles and osprey whistles resounded endlessly.

.........

A hilltop.

In fact, after Xu Qing lifted the super bazooka and the rocket shot out with a bang, he felt faintly in his heart: it can hit!
Because the planes in the sky, after the violent bombing and bombing, they wandered in this area arrogantly. At first, they just flew in the sky in the night sky in a regular manner. From the bottom up, there are a few "stars" twinkling. .

That was the night flight light that they prepared to airdrop from time to time, in response to the ground-scale team preparing to launch another attack.

However, after the U.S. military's flares continued to fall on this highland, the razed ground and the hilltops that descended tens of meters were completely exposed in front of their eyes.So these U.S. military aviation pilots started their usual habit-low-altitude sweeping cruise.

Xu Qing, He Ping, He Song Weiguo and the others, after finding the place, have been lying on their stomachs without moving, knowing that a pirate plane has entered his range, he simulated it over and over again in his mind with the experience of a mechanic: it has 70.00% five The above probability can hit the plane.

So... after Hepinghe and the others met their eyes, he did it!
When the rocket penetrated the fuel tank of the plane, the plane swayed in the sky with black smoke, and began to lower its altitude. The flames continued to ignite and burn at the fuel tank, and Ulala was very obvious in the cold night.

Xu Qing immediately changed the location again, lying on the ground with his back on the ground, stepping on the shoulder strap of the Garand rifle, and facing the sky at an elevated angle:

"beat!"

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!
Xu Qing fired, Pinghe fired, Song Weiguo fired, and the soldiers of the two squads were shooting!
A series of bullets hit the wall of this fighter jet, some hit the glass cover, some rushed into the fuel tank, some stirred into the jet engine, and one of Xu Qing's eight bullets hit the pilot's shoulder and chest, and shot the upper torso he was frantically manipulating!

The plane suddenly crashed down the mountain even more uncontrollably, the flames became more and more obvious in the wind, the body whizzed past this small mountain, and slammed into the valley below.

Ulla, Ulla, Ulla...

Xu Qing stood on the top of the mountain for a second.

The fireballs all over the sky pulled the cold wind, and the ulala monster sang and passed in front of him.

He could even see the American pilot wearing an aviation helmet, pulling a pager and ejection parachute, covering his chest and looking at his face in horror...

Then it crashed at the corner of the ground and was engulfed in flames.

Xu Qing immediately dropped the magazine, and shouted: "Go, don't let the plane find out, run away..."

He didn't need to say anything at this time, the soldiers stopped after fighting, quickly opened up the distance, ran away and hid on this mountain and hill, while Xu Qing waited for the opportunity to continue attacking.

heaven.

All the pilots were chatting, and outside the tight flying helmets, they saw balls of fire thumping and falling.

They tore off their helmets, only to see one of their pirate fighter jets explode and fall down. In the last call in the radio signal, everyone saw the fragmented fuel tank and the plane they hadn't seen for a long time. Explosion fire!

clang!
The continuous airframes were in the aftermath of the explosion, and they were very close, and some steel even rubbed against the anti-aircraft glass shields of several aircrafts, causing cracks.

The artillery correction plane has not gone far, it is already the only active patrolling wingman on this battlefield.His voice rang in the frequency:

"Guys... am I drinking too much?"

No one answered.

There was a long silence of the electromagnetic waves, and the fleet was completely silent. After a few seconds of silence, a piercing boom sounded in the channel.That's the cries linked together:
"Pirates attacked! Pirates attacked!"

"This is Thunderbird, call ATC (tower)! ATC (tower)! I repeat——pirate attack!!!"

"God, the Chinese have anti-aircraft weapons!!!"

The other fighters were frightened into a cold sweat, and climbed up one after another, raising their altitude.

The Corsair fighter has excellent acceleration performance, powerful firepower, and fast climb. It is one of the fastest piston fighters in the United States with a speed of more than [-] kilometers per hour.

And such a plane was hit by a small flame in this area of ​​yellow smoke that was obviously bombed into ruins by them.Then fall.

Is this a fantasy?

"The base received...ZiZi...Immediately describe the anti-aircraft gun or rocket launcher."

The Thunderbird is turning and climbing: "I don't know! ATC, I request bomber formation support!"

Tower: "Roger that. The bomber will arrive in 10 minutes. Before that, please confirm the type and size of the Chinese army's anti-aircraft weapons."

"They must have developed a new weapon, maybe sponsored by Moscow? God, it was just a small-caliber warhead, I saw it with my own eyes-and it destroyed one of our million-dollar Corsairs!"

The tower was silent.Operators were constantly inquiring about information, and there were also noisy voices of officers asking questions.

A fleet of more than a dozen Thunderbirds and Marauders was equipped and hovered continuously in the sky.A few more shells were dropped into the multiple launch sites that were suspected to have flames just now, and they bombed repeatedly, trying to find the enemy below.

There is still no movement below.

As if the attack just now was just an illusion.But it is an indisputable fact that there is one pirate plane missing in their flight formation.

The unbroken night was unbelievably deep. Even if there was a moon tonight, under the volley of flares shining brightly on the ground, these American pilots felt the strangeness of the battlefield for the first time.

They didn't even see anyone underneath. It was hot, scorched earth that had been turned over and plowed several times, and the edges of the mountains were all smoothed out.

Where would anyone else be?

They don't understand.

Thunderbird pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Where's that long-tongued bird?"

He was asking about the previous artillery correction machine.Code-named long-tongued bird.

"Behind our asses."

"It has been with us for so long, it's time to make some contributions..."

Long Tongue Bird opened the channel: "...Everyone, I can hear you."

"That's just right." Thunderbird was silent for a while, without any embarrassment, "You, lower your altitude, and circle over for reconnaissance."

"What?!" the long-tongued bird yelled, "You want me to die?"

"Idiot! This is the only chance right now to find those Chinese air defense forces hiding in the dark. Don't worry, we will protect you."

Long tongue bird is not reconciled.But he yelled in the channel for a long time, and no one paid attention to him. Right now, he is the only reconnaissance plane, and the rest of the planes returned after dropping the marking bombs.

"Damn it, I really shouldn't have stayed to join in the fun..."

He could only cautiously lower the height, hovering and hovering - this is their usual favorite altitude, those Chinese have no anti-aircraft weapons at all, and the threat is less than half... But at this moment, he is a little frightened.

Ye Ma looked at the quiet ruins below, pressed the beeper and asked in a low voice:

"Could it be a coincidence? Maybe the Chinese picked up the anti-aircraft guns left by the marines? They must have died under the covering attack just now."

"That thing is not like an anti-aircraft gun. Have you seen the Chinese sprinting all over the mountains? They are an example. These people will not die easily, they are always boundless..."

"Wait, guys!"

The looters suddenly interrupted them: "Did you see that? Is that a young man?"

"where?"

Thunderbird picked up the binoculars and looked down, his voice changed in the radio waves:

"Oh no, what is he doing—"

(End of this chapter)