Chapter Thirteen: The Devils Are Coming Up

  Two enemy fighter planes, one on the left and one on the right, charged towards Gao Quan in a pincer movement. Aircraft have their own flight paths in the sky and cannot move quickly to the left or right like pedestrians on the ground. The trajectory of the machine gun firing at the ground is also basically a straight line forward, even if it can change direction, it will not be too abrupt.

  Gao fully controlled the machine gun, aiming at the plane on the left. There was no particular reason for this choice; it was like a game of roulette - since he had to choose one of the two planes, then let the devil on the right be lucky.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  The machine gun muzzle was shaking violently, and a string of fire tongues burst out of the barrel. Wang Dazhu's two arms had bulging veins, using his greatest strength to keep the machine gun stable. The bullets that burst out of the barrel were like a thin line, quickly extending forward, heading straight for the left plane of the devils. Gao Quan could see the shadow of the devil pilot in the cockpit, this guy seriously violated the flight operation regulations, and deserved to meet with disaster!

  The devil's fighter pilot must have seen the two small infantrymen forming an anti-aircraft firepower with machine guns on the ground. The plane on the left had stopped firing, its head turned to the left and up, this guy was already preparing to turn around and escape. Unfortunately, the action was still too slow! The machine gun bullets that came from the ground were already here!

  "Pong! Pong!"

  Although he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Gao Quan could imagine the sound of the machine gun bullets hitting the plane's cabin. The enemy plane had pulled up and slightly raised its nose, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision, but the enemy pilot was too busy to look back, the line of machine gun bullets hit the middle and rear of the enemy plane at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving a black hole on the plane.

  In reality, shooting down planes and in games are different, but the trajectory of bullets is still somewhat similar. The biggest difference from the game is the recoil of the machine gun and the jump of the muzzle, with high-level shooting techniques, these two points can almost be ignored. Using machine gun bullets to draw an arc in the sky to capture enemy planes diving down, as long as the height is sufficient, for a high-level player, there is almost no difficulty at all.

  Gao Quan replaced the magazine and continued to pull the trigger, another string of bullets flew into the sky. The Japanese plane's nose lifted again and then drooped down, the strange cries became even more piercing, and a flame and thick smoke suddenly burst out from the plane's body. Because the Japanese had tried to escape earlier by pulling the nose of the plane off course, Gao Quan didn't have to worry that when the plane fell it would land right on top of him. After finishing the second magazine in one breath, Gao Quan smoothly loaded a third magazine.

  The plane on the right saw the bullets flying towards its companion and immediately pulled up, this guy reacted early. By the time Gaoquan had reloaded his third magazine, the Japanese plane on the right had already flown out of range. To comfort the surviving Japanese at the muzzle, Gaoquan generously fired off half a clip of bullets, watching as they flew to their highest point and began to fall back down, still not reaching the Japanese plane. Only then did Gaoquan regretfully shift his gaze to the Japanese plane that had been hit.

  To say that the little devils' stuff is good, the plane was beaten like this, and it still didn't fall down, shaking and swaying in the sky, with black smoke trailing behind its butt, looking like it's still flying well.

  Gao Quan was a little regretful, if he had known earlier, he would have chased after that plane and given it another blast, directly causing an aerial explosion, how magnificent would that be? He wouldn't have to worry about its fate like now. The wounded enemy plane seemed to know Gao Quan was worried about it, so it shook its wings vigorously a few times to express gratitude, but suddenly another burst of flames erupted from the wing. The enemy plane finally couldn't withstand it. A black dot flashed by, and it turned out that the enemy pilot had bailed out! The enemy had abandoned his plane! Just a few seconds after the enemy pilot jumped out, a fireball flashed, followed by a deafening roar, and the out-of-control plane finally lived up to expectations with an aerial explosion!

  Cheers echoed throughout the position, and the soldiers followed suit. The light machine guns sang in unison on the position. Having lost two planes in a row, the enemy planes in the sky all flew high, and not one dared to fly low again. As for the fighter jets, they no longer dived and swept, but honestly performed their guard duties on the periphery of the bomber formation. These two and a half rounds of bullets from Gao Quan made the arrogant enemy pilots understand the importance of strictly following organizational discipline. It can be said that the high-level enemy air force should really thank Gao Quan.

  The enemy planes no longer dive-bombed or strafed, but only dropped bombs from high altitude with the bombers. The accuracy was not high at all with the technology of that era. The pressure on the defensive positions of the troops in Luowenyu was greatly reduced immediately.

  The defenders of Luo Wenyu had just cheered up, and the devils who were good at dampening people's spirits launched a charge again! The soldiers whose morale was boosted by Gao Quan's plane were stirred up, their courage doubled, and they repelled the devils' charge time and time again.

  Behind the enemy's charging line, a dense machine gun sound suddenly rang out. Gao Quan felt that something was wrong and pulled Wang Dazhu to hide behind the city wall embrasure. The two forward positions outside the city gate were immediately subjected to intense bombardment, and the soldiers inside the position suffered heavy casualties. The soldiers at the city gate and on the city wall were also pinned down by the enemy's dense machine gun fire and could not lift their heads.

  Gaoquan stole a glance outside and saw a dense crowd of devils charging again!

  "The devils are coming!" Gao Quan shouted loudly, lifting the machine gun and firing at the enemy group. The soldiers who heard Gao Quan's shout also fired their weapons. The firepower of the enemy's machine guns was indeed too strong, and soldiers from the Second Battalion continued to fall, with new ones replacing them.

  The charging devils were also fearless of death, and the devils continued to fall on the charging road. A large group of devils still maintained an attacking formation, yelling and rushing forward. This time, the number of devils who joined the charge was at least over a thousand, with machine guns covering them from behind, suppressing the defenders' firepower. Although the soldiers of the 29th Army dared to fight the devils to the death, they were ultimately no match for the devils' superior firepower. The devils' charging formation was getting closer and closer to the city gate!

  The forward position has been completely destroyed by the enemy's machine guns and artillery, and the positions on both high grounds have also been heavily attacked by the enemy's artillery, now they can't provide much support to the city gate.

  The city gate tunnel echoed with Liu Ruming's angry roar: "Draw your big knife!" Commander Liu was going to engage in close combat with the devils again!

  "Kill the devils!" With Liu Ruming's loud shout, hundreds of warriors raised their big knives and charged out of the city gate. The vanguard of the devils was less than 200 meters away from the city gate!

  Gao Quan's machine gun had already fired its sixth magazine. Gao Quan's marksmanship was good, but he wasn't very mindful of conserving ammunition. Among the five machine gunners in the whole regiment, he used up bullets the fastest and the most, and naturally, he also killed the most Japanese devils. After Gao Quan's seventh clip was fired, this light machine gun had already reached its limit. The muzzle had changed color, and if it continued to fire, who knows when it would jam?