Bright Sword: I am the old squad leader of the Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle

Some of the Japanese drivers quickly pushed the controls to the side.

For them, thinking of dropping an aerial bomb on the military camp in Pingshun County was simply a daydream.

If he continued to fly forward, not only would he fail to complete the mission, but he would most likely die on the spot.

One after another, the little flying planes flew quickly to the side.

These little Japanese devils now just want to leave quickly, this is a dangerous place.

Looking at the planes flying one after another, they turned their heads before they reached the military camp.

Ling Yunzhi shouted, "Pass the order. All trucks dragging anti-aircraft guns to chase those little devils' planes. We must not let those little devils escape. I will make sure they never come back."

The truck drivers stepped on the accelerator and chased after them, dragging four-barreled anti-aircraft guns.

All the anti-aircraft gunners sat on the anti-aircraft guns.

"These damned little devils, there's no way they can run away now."

"These sons of bitches want to drop the bomb and run. They're dreaming."

The anti-aircraft gunner in the truck compartment quickly aimed at the Japanese soldiers who were about to escape.

Another string of shells flew into the air.

Accompanied by bursts of explosions, four or five more planes were shot down.

The mentality of these Japanese bomber pilots collapsed.

"Bagayalu, quickly drop all the aerial bombs. If our planes return with these aerial bombs, we will never be able to escape."

"Only by dropping the aerial bombs can our planes fly faster."

"Drop all the aerial bombs quickly."

Soon, all the bomber pilots realized that if they dragged back one and a half tons of aerial bombs, their planes would have no way to escape.

Following the pilot's orders.

Little Japs, the bombardier of the plane quickly pulled the bomb handle.

In an instant, the plane's bomb bay door opened.

One aerial bomb after another whizzed down from the sky.

There were bursts of deafening explosions coming from the mountain road in the distance.

In order to survive, these Japanese pilots dropped all their aerial bombs on the open ground.

Not a single aerial bomb hit its target.

As soon as Ling Yunzhi and his companions saw the Japanese planes seated like this, they realized what these Japanese were trying to do.

"Pass the order. These Japs are trying to escape.

Get the lead time right and aim and shoot in the direction the Japanese are fleeing."

Ling Yunzhi's order was quickly delivered to the ears of every anti-aircraft gunner.

Soon, all the anti-aircraft gunners adjusted their anti-aircraft guns. They lowered their guns and aimed their firepower at the direction of the Japanese planes' escape.

All the anti-aircraft guns fired as they rushed forward.

Dense artillery shells flew into the air like a rainstorm.

The Japanese planes had just dropped bombs, and they drove back home and tried their best to escape.

However, no matter how fast these Japanese bombers ran, they could not outrun the speed of anti-aircraft shells.

There were dense explosions in the air, and the black smoke from the explosion of anti-aircraft shells looked like gorgeous black flowers in the air.

One bomber after another was hit by intensive anti-aircraft fire.

More than 30 of these Japanese bombers were shot down within five minutes.

A few managed to escape, but it was obvious that they were damaged.

Whether these planes can escape successfully depends on their luck.

Ling Yunzhi jumped off the anti-aircraft gun and looked into the distance with a telescope.

All the anti-aircraft guns had stopped firing, and the anti-aircraft gunners stood up one after another.

The people were even happier.

Many people are more excited than during the Chinese New Year.

They shouted and beat drums as they ran towards the direction where the plane crashed.

To them, they had never seen the Japanese planes in such a mess.

"Hehe, I've said it before, the Eighth Route Army is the real hero when it comes to fighting the Japanese devils."

"The Japanese have been bullying us for so long, but this is the first time I've seen them get beaten so badly."

"That's right. It's always the Japs that are bombing. Today, our Japs have really hit the nail on the head."

"I was very happy to see so many of the Japanese planes being shot down."

"I'll have to drink at least half a pound of wine when I get home tonight."

"Seeing the Japanese plane being shot down was the happiest thing that ever happened to me in my entire life."

"The Eighth Route Army is so brave, it is absolutely right to join them. The Shanxi Suiyuan Army and the Central Army are nothing compared to the Eighth Route Army."

Those people who had just signed up to join the army, whether they were selected or not, all ran towards the direction where the plane crashed.

Ling Yunzhi saw those people running towards the direction where the Japanese were pursuing and nodded with satisfaction.

Have to build your own airport.

Although Lingyunzhi has an airport in the direction of Lijia Village, the airport is too small and can only accommodate a dozen aircraft.

Those dozen or so Yak fighters were nothing.

Ling Yunzhi knew that if he wanted to inflict a heavy blow to the Japanese, fighter planes alone would not be enough; the most important thing was to have bombers.

Each bomber sortie was able to drop dozens or even hundreds of tons of bombs on the Japanese.

If hundreds or even thousands of bombers were dispatched at once, the entire northwest of Shanxi would never have a chance in the next life.

Thinking of this, Ling Yunzhi jumped onto a sidecar three-wheeled motorcycle and headed straight for the nearby mountain.

Standing on that mountain, you can overlook the surrounding area.

Wei Dayong and Duan Peng jumped onto a sidecar three-wheeler and followed closely.

"Sir, wait a minute." Wei Dayong stretched his neck and shouted, "We just occupied Pingshun County not long ago. There are still many Japanese and traitorous devils nearby."

"If these beasts have the guts, just come at me. Do you think I, Ling Yunzhi, would be afraid of them?"

After Lin Yunzhi finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the sidecar motorcycle went even faster.

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On the mountain not far away.

When a few Japanese soldiers saw Ling Yunzhi rushing towards them, they were frightened and panicked.

"How did these Eighth Route Army soldiers find us so quickly?"

"Leave here quickly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. Hide the radio quickly."

"If there is a cave, run there and hide."

The panicked Japanese quickly put away the radio.

They fled desperately to the cave not far away.

However, Ling Yunzhi saw all of this.

The mountain is covered with green grass and people often come here to graze their sheep.

But there were only two sheep near these Japanese devils, and it was obvious that these two sheep were just used by them to cover up their tracks.

It was impossible for several grown men to herd only two sheep, and when they saw him they panicked and ran away.

As soon as he saw the way these Japanese soldiers were running away, Ling Yunzhi recognized at a glance that these guys had bow legs.