PFC Chapter 23: As long as the man is there, the flag will stand; Li Jianghe's long-range sniping.
Chapter 23: As long as the man is there, the flag will stand; Li Jianghe's long-range sniping.
Seeing yet another fighter jet shot down, Suzuki's eyes turned icy as he said:
"Keep bombing! Kill them all!!!"
Amidst the roar, the fourth fighter jet, and the fifth fighter jet he was piloting, also lowered their altitude and swooped down toward the roof of the Sihang Warehouse.
"Da da da!!!!"
The machine guns on both sides of the wings roared again, raining down on the rooftop like a storm.
One of the bullets hit the flagpole.
"Click click!!!!"
The flagpole let out a terrible wail and then crashed to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Li Jianghe immediately roared in anger:
"Protect the flag!!! The flag must not fall!!!"
Upon hearing this, several soldiers nearby immediately dropped their rifles and rushed forward.
The flag of the Republic of China, which was about to fall, suddenly stopped and was actually lifted up by several soldiers.
The north wind howled, yet the flags still fluttered in the air, like indomitable cries.
Just as the Japanese warplanes were about to take off and drop bombs again, bullets from an MG42 heavy machine gun pierced the cockpit.
The third Japanese warplane also went out of control at this moment and crashed directly into the side wall of the Sihang Warehouse.
"Boom!!!"
Another loud bang was heard; the Japanese warplane had crashed into the side of the first floor of the Sihang Warehouse, creating a large hole.
Upon seeing this, the Japanese infantry attacking from the flank charged towards them like madmen.
Upon seeing this, Battalion Commander Yang Ruifu picked up a Czech-made light machine gun and began firing at them.
Meanwhile, more than a dozen soldiers from the First Battalion were trying to plug the gap that had suddenly appeared.
However, the Japanese firepower was equally fierce, constantly sweeping fire at the breach to cover a large number of infantrymen as they surged towards it.
At that very moment, a Nationalist soldier strapped with grenades jumped from the second floor.
"You little devils, grandpa's sending you on your way!!!!"
After that roar, there was a deafening explosion.
More than a dozen Japanese soldiers who rushed into the breach were instantly blown to pieces and lay on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third Nationalist soldiers also jumped off the building, perishing together with the Japanese soldiers below who were trying to rush into the breach.
Finally, after three loud explosions, two Maxim heavy machine guns were brought over and began firing continuously at the breach.
"Da da da!!!!"
The two heavy machine guns formed a crossfire, instantly annihilating all the Japanese soldiers who tried to approach the flank.
On the rooftop, Major Suzuki's Type 96 carrier-based fighter also began its dive.
"Damn you guys, die!!!!"
He roared as he fired bullets and dropped aerial bombs again.
"Whoosh!!!"
"Boom!!!!!"
Another loud bang was heard, but the next moment, Suzuki's fighter jet was hit in the fuel tank because it was flying too low.
He desperately tried to climb, but it was too late; he had no choice but to parachute out.
On the rooftop, after the aerial bomb exploded, more than a dozen soldiers were killed.
Looking through the smoke of battle, Li Jianghe noticed that the flag was tilting.
Several Nationalist soldiers who were holding up the flag had already died in the earlier aerial bomb explosion, but they were still holding up the flag in their final moments.
Just as the fluttering flag was about to fall, a pair of large hands reached out.
It is a dragon-themed article.
He gripped the blood-soaked flagpole tightly with both hands, lunged forward, and forcefully propped the flagpole back up from the brink of collapse.
"Battalion Commander, the flag hasn't fallen!!!"
Long Wenzhang turned his head and grinned at Li Jianghe, whose face was covered in blood.
Li Jianghe gave him a thumbs up.
"Well done, messenger! You'll still be my deputy battalion commander from now on!"
Just then, Long Wenzhang shouted:
"Battalion Commander, that Japanese pilot is still hovering in the sky."
Upon hearing this, Li Jianghe turned around and saw Major Suzuki, who had successfully parachuted, coldly staring at the Sihang Warehouse shrouded in the flames of war.
Just then, he suddenly saw a man covered in blood raise a rifle at him.
Suzuki was surprised, thinking that this person must be crazy, as the distance was at least three hundred meters.
At such a distance, it would be almost impossible to hit the target using iron sights.
But he still felt inexplicably afraid.
The Chinese soldier's gaze was so piercing that even from such a distance, Suzuki could clearly feel the waves of killing intent emanating from him.
At this moment, Li Jianghe raised his rifle and aimed it at the slowly descending Suzuki.
He mentally calculated the distance, wind direction, wind speed, the speed of the bullet, and the speed at which Suzuki was falling.
Finally, Li Jianghe pulled the trigger.
"Bang!!!!"
The 7.92mm bullet from the Mauser rifle in his hand flew forward with a slight vibration from the gun.
Suzuki's pupils contracted, as if he wanted to dodge.
But he's in mid-air, how can I dodge him?
The next moment, the bullet pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy.
Suzuki looked down in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, and everything went black before his eyes. He became a corpse in mid-air.
Seeing Suzuki's head drooping down and hearing the system's reward notification, Li Jianghe knew that he had definitely killed this person.
The host is awarded 2000 merit points.
Goodness, two thousand points, and he's a Japanese major.
In the distance, Yoshizumi Ryosuke looked at the flag on the top of the Four-Line Warehouse, which was about to topple over but was then propped up again, and couldn't help but feel sorry for it.
Destroying this flag would be a significant blow to the enemy's morale and would also allow us to seize the initiative in terms of public opinion.
However, the Japanese offensive did not end with the destruction of their fighter planes; ground troops continued their advance.
This time, Yoshizumi Ryosuke wanted to call in carrier-based aircraft support again, but the Navy refused outright.
The reason given was insufficient intelligence from the army. The enemy clearly possessed formidable anti-aircraft firepower, which resulted in the loss of several excellent pilots and multiple fighter jets.
Of course, this is just an excuse.
In fact, the Navy was more than happy to see the Army make a fool of itself. Even the dispatch of fighter jets to provide support this time was due to orders from headquarters.
"A herd of deer! Order the ground troops to continue the attack!!!"
Yoshizumi Ryosuke slammed his hand on the table.
Below the Sihang Warehouse, Xie Jinyuan was personally operating a Maxim heavy machine gun, firing at the Japanese troops.
Beside him, the three machine gunners had all been killed by the Japanese army.
But those Japanese troops seemed to know nothing of fear, and launched attacks again and again.
The bodies were piled up in front of the position.
At that very moment, the charging Japanese infantrymen suddenly fell to the ground in droves.
Upstairs, the MG42 and MG34 machine guns, having completed their anti-aircraft mission, switched back to direct fire mode and began to display their terrifying rate of fire towards the Japanese troops below.
"Hiss hiss hiss!!!!"
The sound, like a cloth-tearing machine, became a nightmare for the Japanese soldiers.
The 350-round ammunition belt was emptied of the Japanese troops in less than a minute.
This made it impossible for the Japanese army to continue their attack, and they retreated, leaving behind more than two hundred corpses.