Nine Steps Gun Shooting Airplane

  Yang Sicheng, who was on the verge of life and death, had an idea. He quickly pulled out his hunting knife and cut off a few long reeds, cutting off the top part of the reeds as well. Then, he immediately put the reed stalks into his mouth and dove underwater to use them for air exchange and swim across!

  The thick smoke that blocks out the sky and sun is beneficial for hiding his figure, and the devils won't notice those few reeds swaying in the river.

  The Chinese army in the southwest heard the little devils on this side of the river firing wildly and setting fire to the reeds, thinking that the Japanese were preparing to launch a surprise attack across the river under the cover of smoke. The big guns aimed at the riverbank immediately spoke out without hesitation. Originally, the National Army's artillery range was only enough to hit the riverbank and could not threaten the devil's fortifications across the no man's land. Now that the devils had sent themselves up, they naturally didn't need to be polite either. "Boom boom boom..." A burst of sharp artillery fire made the devils scream and drop dozens of bodies as they fled back to cover in disarray.

  Yang Sicheng safely crossed the river, lay down in the grass and carefully checked his body again. Fortunately, he was not injured, and his equipment and introduction letter were still intact. Although the second cooperation between the KMT and the CPC had already been achieved, due to their different ideologies, he naturally couldn't ask the National Army brothers in front of him to send him to Yan'an, so he had to continue on his own.

  On the way, he just heard that the wounded little devil general was called Asano Kaichi, who was the supervisor of the Huabei Military Region's Tianbao Airport.

  What is the scene of the ambush he doesn't know, but it seems that his official position is not small. The guy didn't die on the spot, but two "dum-dum" bullets opened two bowl-sized holes in his chest, and blood flowed instantly. He was sent to Tianjin by the devils for emergency treatment, but all efforts were ineffective, and he died in agony two days later in the hospital. The Japanese North China Command was greatly enraged and immediately offered a reward of 20,000 yuan for the capture of the murderer.

  Haha, 200,000 yen! Yang Sicheng gently stroked his cheek, never thinking that his own head would be worth so much one day. Alas, unfortunately, he only had one head; if he could sell a few to the Japanese, the money could arm many anti-Japanese brothers! He thought to himself with self-mockery.

  By the end of 1937, Yang Sicheng finally arrived at his dream destination: Yan'an. Yan'an is a mountain city, with the entire county surrounded by three mountains, the clear waters of the Yan River, and the sharp peaks of Bao Ta Mountain, everything was as beautiful as Brother Yang had said.

  With the letter of introduction from the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, he easily passed the political examination and had the honor to attend the fourth period of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University in May 1938. This period had 5,600 students, a small number of whom were Red Army soldiers who had participated in the Long March (now called the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army), a small number of whom were cadres and fighters from anti-Japanese armed forces and underground parties from various places to study, and the vast majority of whom were passionate young people from all over the country.

  Crossing the school gate with the big characters "serious" and "tense", although the living conditions in the entire Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia border region were extremely harsh due to the Kuomintang's blockade, he was still unexpectedly surprised that this famous university across the country was so simple: using caves as classrooms, stone bricks as tables and chairs, walls made of lime mud as blackboards, no pens or paper, using branches and sand instead, no fixed teachers (at that time, the Anti-Japanese University had only 3 full-time teachers) replaced by participating students. These are unprecedented in the world. In contrast, the students here may be the most valuable gathering body, with a total price of over 3 million yuan for their heads!

  Many later famous generals and marshals came to teach them, such as Mao Zedong, Luo Ruiqing, Lin Biao, etc. In the morning, they mainly studied Marxist-Leninist ideology, and in the afternoon, it was free discussion, with a strong atmosphere of mutual help and learning: those with combat experience taught young people fighting skills; intellectuals taught soldiers to read and write. Yang Sicheng studied all knowledge very hard, and his shooting technique was also an object of study for everyone.

  The school often organizes instructors and students to go to the front line, to improve their skills through baptism by fire. In just a few short months, it can cultivate ordinary civilians into combat commanders, and shape weak intellectuals into firm communist fighters.

  It was November 20, 1938. That afternoon, the students were on the lawn outside the school preparing for the upcoming graduation ceremony when suddenly a loud roar of airplanes came from the sky. From afar, they saw the red circle flag on the plane's body - it was a Japanese airplane!

  Indeed, the ones that came were Japanese heavy bombers dispatched to Yan'an for bombing. The 72nd Wing of the Japanese Army Aviation (Japan had no air force organization, only army aviation and naval aviation organizations) was in charge of this bombing mission. The Yamada squadron took off from Beiping Airport at noon with four aircraft, flying the main model of Japan's invasion of China: the Type 93 heavy bomber. The Type 93 heavy bomber has four racks that can carry 1,500 kilograms of bombs. Since it was their first time bombing Yan'an, they were also tasked with exploring the route and confirming the target.

  The flight was very smooth, and the vast sky allowed the Japanese plane to gallop freely. Yamada Hiroichiro looked at the land below his feet with a good mood. "Although the headquarters' goal of destroying China in three months has not been achieved, but after another half year, the whole Shina will be ours, the Great Japanese Empire." Bombing Yan'an? What's good about bombing this poor mountain valley? The precious bombs should be thrown into the more needed Huazhong battlefield!" Yamada was somewhat dissatisfied with the task assigned by his superiors to bomb Yan'an, and he whispered to his navigator and bombardier.

  We're approaching Yan'an soon, "Machines 3 and 4 are waiting in the air, searching for valuable targets! Machine 2 will follow me to launch the first attack! Don't worry, the skies of Shina are our Imperial Japanese Army's backyard, everyone drop your bombs accurately, please!" Yamada commanded through the wireless radio. "Understood!"

  "Enemy plane! Everyone take cover quickly!" The experienced Red Army soldier warned everyone immediately.

  Yang Sicheng hid in the bunker, saw 4 enemy planes flying back and forth in the sky, 2 of which were in a group, the first one was Lieutenant Colonel Yamada Koichiro of the 72nd Wing, at that time the Red Army had no anti-aircraft weapons, when encountering enemy bombers could only choose to hide locally.

  The 72nd Wing's devils, who had never been hit before, seemed particularly arrogant, flying very low and constantly circling in the air. Sometimes they were so low that you could see the ferocious face of the devil pilot!

  "It's not good, the enemy plane might be heading towards Fenghuang Mountain!" The Fenghuang Mountain located in Yan'an City was where the Party Central Committee and the General Staff Headquarters of the Eighth Route Army were at that time. If they confirmed their target and dropped bombs there, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  As I thought of this, Yang Sicheng took a step out of the hiding place, raised his "Katyusha" and aimed at the enemy plane. The pilot, Yamada Hiroichiro, didn't expect anyone to dare block his way, and when he suddenly saw someone jumping out from the ground, he violently pressed down on the control stick and dived straight towards me, with his wingman following closely behind.

  "Boom, boom, boom..." The enemy's machine gun started firing 100 meters in front of Yang Sicheng. "Danger, come back to the shelter quickly!" His comrade-in-arms shouted anxiously beside him. The cannon mercilessly tore apart everything it encountered. "Five more seconds of diving forward and the shell will rip this arrogant guy apart!"

  Yamada smiled complacently, "Bang" facing the impending danger Yang Sicheng did not panic, calmly pulled the trigger, and the bullet whizzed forward, instantly the cockpit of the enemy plane burst out a blood rain. After firing, he narrowly avoided the sharp edge of the naval gun with a "lazy donkey roll".

  In the process of rolling sideways, he quickly pulled the gun, a stable kneeling position according to the gun, the muzzle aimed at the ghostly wingman who was closely following, this position could no longer see the pilot, only the side view of the plane, without any hesitation, decisively fired again, and at this time Yamada's plane had crashed into the nearby mountain ridge due to unmanned driving, after a loud explosion, the once invincible air overlord turned into a pile of debris.

  With the second shot, the enemy plane's engine emitted a thick black smoke, and the enemy pilot didn't even have time to fire his cannon before hastily pulling up the nose of the plane, hurriedly merging with the two planes behind him, and dropping the bombs in a flurry as he fled.

  "Hurray!" The excited comrades lifted Yang Sicheng up and tossed him into the air, shouting "Hurray" three times. Without anti-aircraft firepower, the Red Army soldiers were often suppressed by enemy planes, which had always been dominant in the skies, showing off their strength. Our troops could only hide when they encountered enemy aircraft. Who has ever seen someone shoot down an enemy plane with just a rifle? From then on, Yang Sicheng was nicknamed "God of Guns" by his comrades.

  Two shots, just two shots made the devils' planes come to attack one destroyed and one injured (that night, news came that the injured plane also crashed on its way back, 2 pilots parachuted down, after landing they refused to surrender, were killed by local anti-Japanese armed forces.)

  The whole of Yan'an was stirred, and everyone was eager to spread the good news. Xinhua News Agency came to interview him that day, and the next day's Xinhua Daily published a large photo of Yang Sicheng holding a steel gun, detailing the process of shooting down two Japanese planes with two guns.

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