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Chapter 222 C-47's Natural Enemies

Due to the heavy baggage on his body, it took only a few seconds to parachute down from a height of 500 feet to land, and Yan Zhi fell to the ground.

Yan Zhi was a little dazed by the fall, probably because his eyes hadn't adapted to the darkness on the ground, everything he saw was pitch black.

All around are the sound of rumbling artillery, machine guns, and nothing else can be heard.

Can't see anything.

Yan Zhi closed his eyes, put away the parachute quickly and a little flusteredly, and threw it casually.Fortunately, the leg was not broken, and all the bones were fine, although every part of the body was hurt by the fall.

The ground was shaking, and the effect of the volley of bullets was terrifying and astonishing. It was hundreds or thousands of times louder than the roar of the two [-]-type infantry guns in the Wing Valley.

Because he was too close to the ground when he parachuted on the plane, he lost his backpack somewhere. Fortunately, the M1 was still there, and the pistol was also there.

The sound of "Duo Duoduo" anti-aircraft machine guns came from my ears, which made my eardrums itch.

After a few seconds of adaptation, he saw about 30 meters behind him, a row of three German Type 38 four-barreled 20mm 450-round anti-aircraft cannons, facing the C-47 above. Open fire, the red and blue tongues of flames look very ferocious in the night sky. Looking from the ground to the sky, the flames emitted by this row of anti-aircraft cannons are like rows of meteor showers pouring out, swaying densely into the air.

20mm caliber machine guns can also be called "cannons".In a sense, the quadruple machine gun is more brutal than the anti-aircraft gun, because it has a rate of fire of 450 rounds per minute.

In front of the three 20mm anti-aircraft machine guns installed in a row with four tubes, three anti-aircraft machine gun positions are placed in a row at intervals of more than 100 meters. Snake, every time a bullet is blasted out, a red bullet casing with the thickness of an arm jumps out, falls to the ground and bounces, falls, and rolls...

Type 38, 20mm, four-barreled, 450-round burst heavy anti-aircraft cannon,

Too brutal!
Yan Zhi took a quick look around. About 500 meters to the left of the anti-aircraft artillery position, there was a surging artillery formation. Every shell fired there shook the ground under Yan Zhi's feet as if it would tilt upwards.

Some paratroopers floated down in the air, and when they encountered the brutal and ferocious bullets of the 20mm machine gun, their bodies were twisted in mid-air in an instant.

Yan Zhi was very fortunate that he did not enter the range of this row of machine guns when he landed, otherwise, even Da Luo Jinxian would have turned into a beehive under such intensive artillery fire.

Only then did Yan Zhi realize that he had landed in a grass nest on the edge of an open pasture, surrounded by trees. When he descended, he happened to land right behind the machine gun emplacement.

There was really nowhere to look for, and it took no effort to get there. Yan Zhi concluded that the location where he parachuted and landed was near Omaha Beach, where the Germans' machine gun positions and artillery positions were located.

Good luck!
Suddenly, Yan Zhi seemed to hear someone above him calling sir in Mandarin, the gunfire was too loud, and he couldn't tell who it was.

look up.

Under the illumination of the artillery fire soaring into the sky, a soldier was hanging on a tree ten meters high.

Zhao Fugui.

Zhao Fugui held a knife in his hand, and was hesitating whether to cut off the rope of the parachute, but he was too far from the ground, and he was afraid that he would fall and break his leg.

Like Zhao Fugui, there are many paratroopers who are hung on trees or buildings, and some stragglers often break their legs and arms after cutting the ropes.

Yan Zhi took a few steps back in the grass and raised his hand to shoot.

Zhao Fugui fell.

Yan Zhishang took a few steps forward and kicked Zhao Fugui's ass, pushing him half a meter forward, eliminating the force of his fall.
Zhao Fugui rubbed his butt with a "Oh my god" and got up, unfastened the parachute and took off the m1 rifle.

The marching rucksack on Zhao Fugui's body was lost somewhere. Fortunately, his m1 rifle was still there.

Dozens of German devils on the anti-aircraft machine gun position were completely unaware, and two Chinese soldiers parachuted behind them.

The quadruple 20mm anti-aircraft machine guns are installed on a stable gun mount that can adjust the height and direction, and can be towed and transferred at any time. They are continuously blasting armor-piercing incendiary tracer bullets into the sky.

The armor-piercing incendiary tracer bomb is the natural enemy of the low-flying C-47. It can easily penetrate the fuselage of the C-47, and the tracer bomb drags a long shiny tail, which can illuminate the sky and make paratroopers who parachute at night have nowhere to hide. shape.

Each machine gun is operated by four people, the squad leader, the aiming hand, the loader is responsible for air-to-air shooting, and the bomber is responsible for delivering ammunition and guarding.

In the flying fire meteor, Zhao Fugui saw an American paratrooper was almost torn to pieces by the bullets fired by the 20mm machine gun.

Paratroopers landed everywhere in the sky, C47s whizzed by, soldiers parachuted from low-flying planes, and were torn to pieces by anti-aircraft machine guns with a range of 2000 meters. No human screams could be heard, only The rumble of cannon and the brutal chug of anti-aircraft machine guns.

In the air, C-47s were constantly hit by anti-aircraft machine guns, and some were hit by fuel tanks, burning, exploding, and disintegrating.

After the plane exploded and disintegrated, the bodies of the soldiers could be seen thrown into the air in the light of the flames, and then were torn apart by the force of the explosion.

A c47 was hit and dragged thick black smoke, fell in the tracer bombs everywhere, the hatch opened, and soldiers parachuted down continuously.

"boom!"

The body of the C-47 shattered instantly.

Yan Zhi patted Zhao Fugui, who was startled by the brutal battle in the air, and said loudly in his ear: "Let's kill the anti-aircraft machine gun position in front first."

Zhao Fugui came back to his senses, pulled the bolt of the M1 rifle, and pushed the first bullet into the chamber. He searched around and made sure that there were only him and the officer.

Yan Zhi bent forward, made an offensive movement, picked up the M1 rifle, and fired four shots in two seconds, killing all four operators of the first machine gun, and all hit the back of the head, blowing half of the head off.

The machine gun instantly misfired.

From the corner of the eye of the man carrying the second machine gun, there was a movement of someone falling down. Just as he turned his head, a bullet shot into his helmet, without even making a scream, his brain burst.

"Snapped!"

A bullet penetrated the back of the shooter's head, opened the skull, and made a big hole between the eyebrows. The brains and hot blood sprayed on the machine gun, and it suddenly went silent. The other two German soldiers hadn't fully reacted yet.

"Clap!"

Yan Zhi fired two shots in succession, one shot passed through the back of the head, and the other shot passed through the temple of the German soldier who was about to turn his head, and a bewitching flower bloomed.

Before Zhao Fugui could shoot, the four operators of the second anti-aircraft machine gun were killed by Yan Zhi again.Because every time he raised his gun to aim at the German devils, he fell before pulling the trigger.

Zhao Fugui simply stopped aiming, and followed behind the officer, looking around, beware of German devils lurking in the dark.

There are explosions everywhere, the roar of machine guns, the ground is trembling, and the planes are whistling in the sky. The paratroopers falling from the sky like snowflakes, under the attack of the artillery fire on the ground, look pale and powerless. At this moment, they seem to be slaughtered Lamb, helpless in the air.

The Germans obviously didn't know that two of the three anti-aircraft machine guns behind them had misfired.

Yan Zhi was shot without missing a shot, and killed four shooters of another anti-aircraft machine gun.

In two seconds, Yan Zhi changed the magazine and loaded the unfinished magazine.

Yan Zhi has always told the soldiers to keep the magazines full as far as possible, because on the battlefield, you never know how many enemies will appear by your side in the next second.

(End of this chapter)