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Chapter 138 I can shoot planes with a rifle!

When Americans were in civil unrest.

The person who caused all this is not easy now.Around the mountain range, it was hard to find a place to live after being bombed by shells. Everywhere was pitted with shell craters and bomb craters, which were filled with black water mixed with hot snow and mud.

Xu Qing quickly got up from the dirt in the snow nest.

His body was emitting white smoke with a "sizzling" sound, which was the result of the high temperature of the shell crater, and there were also wet and dirty water stains hanging on the outside of the American military uniform.

The moment I stood up, these hot, cold, burnt, and mushy ones were kneaded and frozen into a ball.

If it wasn't for the fact that all the attributes of his physique were not full, he would have been frozen to death.

"call……"

In the hail of bullets, the steel wings fluttered down, and the continuous fire light shone on his face, and also illuminated the surrounding land.

Looking at this unique scene on the battlefield, he felt a sense of pride in his heart!

From the time those planes started cruising at low altitude, Xu Qing was eager to move, and by chance captured a plane that was only a few tens of meters above the ground.The heart was already beating violently.

What's the point of hitting a Korean?Flying is fun!
From modern society, from the beginning of joining the Seventh Company and joining the Volunteer Army, the legend of PLA soldiers shooting planes with rifles has been circulating.Pinghe is talking, Yu Congrong is talking, Lei Gong is talking too... Everyone wants to shoot down a plane!No one in the Seventh Company, including him, is tempted, but there are many scruples in normal battles.

And at this moment...he made it happen!
The artillery correction machine in front of me with a big belly and the appearance of a "big dragonfly" or "toad" was even more excited after falling down.Soldiers from the Seventh Company had already seen it in the distance, and couldn't help but exclaim with joy.

They all recognized this enemy plane.

Wu Qianli said that the U.S. military has a big-ass plane, which is not a fighter jet, but better than a fighter jet. It is extremely disgusting.Their performance is average and their speed is not particularly fast, but they can stay in the air for a long time and are suitable for low-altitude steering.

This kind of aircraft has been equipped in large quantities by the U.S. military on the front line, and it is more common than those previous reconnaissance aircraft.Once they spot a target in the sky, they notify the fighter group.

According to the news from the rear of the regiment headquarters, the logistics supply route from the rear of the Ninth Corps Volunteer Army, a large number of cars and transport teams were blown up by a large number of fighter jets chasing from nowhere after seeing this kind of aircraft !

After research, the Volunteer Army found that these aircraft could directly call fighter jets and bombers to attack.

Often when the logistics team makes a move, they are blocked by planes in the air, and a large number of fried noodles, bullets, cotton-padded clothes sent later, including the soldiers themselves... all fell on the road.

Starting from the 27th, in just a few days of fighting, more than half of the volunteer army's logistics lifeline was destroyed, and many frontline teams could no longer get follow-up food on the battlefield!Some have days of food left, while many more have run out of food.They are enduring hunger, enduring the most severe cold weather, and fighting the most powerful enemy in the world!
"We can endure bloodshed, but not this senseless death!"

This is what Wu Qianli said to him.

Xu Qing always remembered it in his heart.After knowing this, everyone hated this kind of aircraft.

Brush brush!
Two consecutive planes crashed on the land of North Korea, and the Americans were in a hurry.The ghostly shadows of those hidden planes in the sky quickly lowered their heights from high altitudes.Before Xu Qing could see it clearly, he knew that it must be attacking him with flames of vengeance.

,!
He blew the whistle around his neck.The hurried whistle sounded all around, hundreds of meters away from him, there were soldiers from the Seventh Company still lying on the ground.

The whistle has no special meaning, it is an emergency whistle.If you insist on translation, it is equivalent to a few words:
The wind is tight, what a joke!
Then, without delay, he fastened his weapons and equipment, and slid down the hillside.

There is no snow on the road.

At the beginning of the night, the weather has dropped to the extreme cold as usual.It was getting dark very quickly, and it was also getting bright very quickly—thousands of burning flares of the Americans were swaying in the sky, and they were trying to completely illuminate the battlefield.

Puff puff!
Regardless of whether it was day or night, Xu Qing descended completely on the American wool blanket, his buttocks slid on the snow, and his whole body bumped from time to time.

The wind was wrapped in snow and fog, and the fog was covered with ice particles. When he descended at an extreme speed, the gust of wind rolled up snowflakes and ice fog, slapping, whistling, and rolling on his face fiercely.

The surrounding ice-cold air, mixed with the sulfurous smell of gunpowder smoke, choked the lungs with the freezing cold!

From time to time, shells exploded near him, neither close nor far away.The snow powder from the collision danced and permeated the land where the day was not like day and the night was not like night. Even though the sound of fierce rushing ahead could be clearly heard, the situation in the distance could not be seen clearly.

"Enemy plane, enemy plane..."

As he was descending, he heard soldiers shouting from the high ground along the slopes on both sides.Looking up, on the mountain where he was just now, a fighter jet with a streamlined body broke through the dark clouds of the night!

With a deafening rumbling sound, it pierced the entire sky like lightning. There were no bombs under it, but two round and thick barrels stretched out from the belly compartment, and they turned and shot towards the ground!
Brown brown brown brown brown brown! ! ! !
Xu Qing's face changed: "Damn it!"

He understood that the American retaliation was coming quickly, but this time his face turned pale - there were soldiers from the Seventh Company running there, and they didn't have his speed.

Xu Qing immediately took off the Garand rifle from his shoulder and pushed it to the ground.

Boom boom, boom boom!

Xu Qing rolled a few times on the snow slope, fell dizzy, and then stopped the high-speed slide.

bang, bang, bang...

Xu Qing didn't get up, just lying on his back on the spot, holding a machine gun and emptying the magazines at the huge figure roaring overhead.

A grain of bullet hit the surface of the machine wall without penetrating.The plane was not attracted, he immediately took out the bazooka again, loaded the ammunition, and then shot directly into the sky regardless of the direction.

Bang!
Tongues of flame shot around.

——This time finally got his wish.

The flames that had just shot down several planes reappeared on the ground, and immediately attracted the attention of these sensitive US military pilots.

Another gigantic fighter jet appeared in the sky, and its black steel body looked extremely intimidating and oppressive under the night sky.This is a fighter jet he has never seen before, but time has run out of time for him to think about it.

hum-

The pilot above followed the previous fighter and seemed to be aiming at him. The belly of the plane suddenly opened, and several huge shells were dropped rumblingly!

And its bombing action also attracted the attention of the plane flying past earlier. It crossed the distant mountain, quickly turned its head, and swept towards this halfway up the mountain.

Xu Qing held the bazooka's green launch tube in his hand.Two planes were attacking him, and the heavily-organized firepower network was already in sight. Looking around, the flames from the shells falling from the sky behind him were approaching, and there was only the endless highland snow slopes in front of him.

He didn't panic and took a deep breath.Then he jumped and slid along the ridgeline again!
Boom boom boom......! ! ! ! !
The rumbling cannonballs in the rear were playing music, one by one exploding along the direction of his running and sliding, the soil was exploding, the snow waves were rolling, and the ridge was being smoothed!

The violent gun barrel also flashed with flames, and hundreds of bullets hit Xu Qing's direction, and the permafrost surface that couldn't be dug up by a shovel was instantly penetrated and torn out full of holes. !

In front of you is a boundless highland snow cliff, covered with blood, corpses, bullet casings,

Immediately, we will see the bottom, there is the endless Xiajieyuli Plain!There are volunteer troops charging forward in various formations in all directions!
Just now he said he couldn't see the scene of the team rushing to kill, now Xu Qing clearly saw it——

They are as swift as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, like dark clouds covering the sun, they are dispatched by the army, and they are attacking like a thunderbolt!
This is Sun Tzu's description of the Art of War, and it is also a true portrayal of the entire battlefield at this time, Xu Qing's portrayal at this time!

Every minute and every second of time gathered to this moment...

If I had to describe it, it would be: dark clouds rolled up by the strong wind, and between the dark clouds and the sea, there was a petrel rising from the ground and flying lightly in the waves!

That sea is the desolate Korean plain, and the boundless Ninth Corps soldiers attacking the airport concentrically on the plain!

The dark clouds and waves are the two American fighter jets that are attacking him!
That "Haiyan"...is Xu Qing!
He didn't want to bring the pressure of the enemy planes to these soldiers who were fighting with their flesh and blood.

"bring it on……"

He looked back, reloaded with one hand, and fired "bang" at the flying plane while running.

Xu Qing knew that there were never miracles on the battlefield, only desperate efforts.

If there is a miracle——it will happen at this moment, in the barrel of the gun in his hand!

　The state is very poor. I am editing the last twenty chapters. My thinking is a little confused and the writing is messy.Once it's sorted out, I'll upload it.

　　
　
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