Resistance against Japan: Starting with the local militia

Chapter 76 Enemy Plane Attack

"Communicator, immediately notify all positions that the Japanese planes are coming. Be careful of the Japanese planes."

"Order: Each artillery company disperses its artillery positions to avoid being wiped out by the Japanese planes."

"Order each battalion to charge down immediately once the Japanese planes arrive, and mix with the Japanese soldiers below, so that the Japanese planes will not dare to attack indiscriminately," Tang Weiguo issued one order after another.

"Order all units to accelerate the narrowing of the encirclement."

"Yes, Captain."

"Damn it, if only I had an anti-aircraft machine gun. I'll have to figure out how to get some when I get back this time," Tang Weiguo thought to himself.

"How about a machine gun? It seems like that might work. The Japanese planes are flying low, so it's a good opportunity to test it out with a machine gun." Thinking this, Tang Weiguo suddenly shouted to the communications officer:

"Correspondent, call Tang Xiaohu over here."

"Yes, Captain."

A while later, Tang Xiaohu ran over.

"Commander, what mission do you need me for?"

"My current guess is that the Japanese are no longer trying to break out, but instead are holding their ground and waiting for air support. Waiting for their infantry support is too late."

"Japanese planes? Commander, what do we do? Should we continue fighting or retreat?"

"If we retreat now, we will be immediately attacked by the Japanese from behind, and the casualties will be even greater. We have no choice but to fight on now."

"Commander, what should we do?"

"You immediately lead your team, take several machine guns, and ambush them on nearby high ground. If the Japanese planes come, organize the machine guns to fire at the air and see if you can shoot down the Japanese planes."

"We're close to Taiyuan, so I estimate the Japanese planes will most likely take off from Taiyuan Airport and head straight for us. You need to set up defenses on the western highlands, making sure you're well concealed, so we can catch those Japanese planes off guard," Tang Weiguo continued.

"Remember, set up more firing points to form a fire network. I refuse to believe we can't hit the Japanese planes," Tang Weiguo said viciously.

"Yes, Captain, I'll do it right away."

"Okay, be careful. The Japanese shells have eyes," Tang Weiguo carefully reminded him.

"Sigh, I hope my speculation is wrong." Tang Weiguo sighed. This was the first time he really, really wanted his speculation to be wrong.

Then, just as Tang Weiguo had predicted, about half an hour after he gave the order, the roar of machinery came from the west side of the battlefield.

"Report, Commander, our fighter jets are on their way to the battlefield to provide support."

"Alright, notify the troops to launch another attack at any time. Inform Captain Kameda in the encirclement to hold his ground and await reinforcements."

"Now it's still uncertain who the hunter and the prey are," Fujino Kiichi's confident mind once again took over.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander."

When Tang Weiguo heard the booming sound coming from the distant sky, he immediately picked up his binoculars and looked towards the western sky. Through the binoculars, he saw five black dots flying towards him.

As Tang Weiguo watched the Japanese planes gradually become clearer through his binoculars, and the roar of the planes grew louder, Tang Weiguo hurriedly issued orders.

"Communicator, immediately notify all battalions that the Japanese planes are coming, and to take cover."

"Inform Tang Xiaohu to manage his own shooting time."

"Yes, Captain."

As the plane drew closer, Tang Weiguo couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, secretly hoping that Tang Xiaohu would achieve some success.

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"Battalion Commander, the Japanese planes are here! Those big guys can still fly!" a soldier said fearfully.

"It's just a big bird. I used to shoot birds with a slingshot a lot when I was a kid. Let me tell you, your battalion commander is pretty good. I can hit them every time."

"When the time comes, you will obey my orders and shoot down the Japanese planes like birds. Do you understand?"

"Yes, battalion commander."

"Soldiers holding machine gun mounts, make sure you hold them firmly. Machine gunners, aim and fire hard."

"Yes, battalion commander."

"Everyone, be ready to obey my orders at any time."

"Yes, battalion commander."

Japanese warplanes are heading towards the battlefield.

"Pilots, we are about to enter the battlefield. Prepare for a dive attack and let them taste the might of our Empire's aircraft."

"Yes, Captain."

"Alright, everyone, attack freely, but watch out for our Imperial Warriors below."

"Yes."

Because the Chinese army had very little anti-aircraft firepower, the Japanese pilots in the sky were used to being arrogant. They would dive directly at low altitude towards the battlefield below, pressing the fire control switch on their airfields, ready to unleash a barrage of fire at any moment.

Tang Xiaohu, who was lying in ambush below, saw the plane getting closer and closer and decisively ordered his soldiers to open fire.

The militia soldiers quickly stood up from the ground. The soldiers in front held the light machine gun mounts tightly with their hands, while the machine gunners in the back began to aim and fire at the Japanese planes.

"Da, da, da, da, da..."

Five or six machine guns fired at the Japanese plane.

"Baka yarou, bad!" The Japanese pilot suddenly saw bullets firing from the ground and quickly pulled the plane up. Due to Tang Xiaohu's sudden attack, quite a few bullets still hit the Japanese plane's fuselage, and a few bullets were lucky enough to penetrate the Japanese plane's fuel tank.

"Report to the captain, aircraft number 3's fuel tank has been punctured, requesting permission to return to base."

"Okay, return to base immediately."

"Number 1 and Number 2, quickly eliminate the enemy's anti-aircraft fire."

"Number 5, follow me to attack the other enemy forces."

"Yes, Captain."

"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander, we just drove one away!" a soldier excitedly pointed to the fleeing fighter jet in the distance and said.

"Prepare to fire, the Japanese planes are coming again."

Japanese fighter planes No. 1 and No. 2 flew toward Tang Xiaohu's position and then unleashed a hail of bullets from their machine guns.

"Fire! Aim and fire hard!" Tang Xiaohu commanded his soldiers to pour bullets at the Japanese planes despite their artillery fire.

Several militia soldiers were unfortunately hit by aerial bombs and fell straight to the ground, including the young soldier who had just spoken to Tang Xiaohu.

Seeing his soldiers lying in pools of blood, Tang Xiaohu was filled with rage. He grabbed a machine gun and fired at the Japanese machine guns.

"You little devils, I'll fuck your mother, if you've got the guts, hit me, grandpa."

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat." Tang Xiaohu, holding a machine gun, fired wildly at the Japanese fighter planes that were diving upwards again.

Whether it was the blessing of the fallen soldiers or some other reason, Tang Xiaohu happened to fire a burst of bullets into the cockpit of the Japanese plane, killing the pilot instantly. The out-of-control plane crashed into the ground with a loud explosion.

"We've taken it down! We've taken it down!" The soldier next to Tang Xiaohu hugged him.

Seeing this, another Japanese plane quickly climbed up, ceasing its attack on Tang Xiaohu's position and instead rushing towards the enemy's blocking position below.

When attacked by Japanese planes, all the soldiers who were originally in ambush turned towards the Japanese soldiers below the mountain and engaged in fierce fighting with them.

The Japanese pilots, who were originally on the offensive, saw the Imperial warriors fighting the enemy on the battlefield and could not find a suitable position to attack. They could only circle in the sky and were attacked by enemy anti-aircraft fire from time to time.

When the Japanese flight captain realized that there was no suitable opportunity to attack and that he was running out of fuel, he had no choice but to return to base and wait to rejoin the battle.