"You are not good at this, your wounds are starting to ulcerate!"

Tiedingguo glanced at Xing Yachuang, lit a cigarette, and took a beautiful breath:

"I have experience, this leg is fine. You said, we have been here for almost seven days, and there are less than two days left. Our Zheng Port Commander is the serious commander, and the position of the 620th Regiment has also been vacant. This time, with our contribution to this great contribution, it is my turn to be in this position, right?"

Xing Yachuang smiled bitterly.

This camper is good at everything, brave in war, not afraid of death, and treats brothers well, but it's the same. He spends all day thinking about how to get promoted, and the standards are a fan of the official.

"Battle, it's not right. Why didn't our plane take off today?" Xing Yachuang asked in confusion after looking at the sky.

"yes!"

These words reminded Tiedingguo. He looked up at the sky, and he looked puzzled: "After every day, the plane always comes on time. What's wrong with this today? The Oriental plane will come later..."

It's also his crow's mouth, and he's afraid of whatever he wants.

Several black dots began to approach from a distance. When they flew over Beidaying, they circled for a few circles and several bombs roared down.

"Sided! Hidden!!"

Amid the screams, the explosion of air waves started to rise on the position one after another.

But there was still no movement in the direction of Fengtian, and there was no movement of any planes coming to reinforce.

The Japanese plane, which suffered enough to win the Fengtian plane in the air battle, suddenly became bolder.

After the bomber threw the bomb, it seemed as if it was deliberately demonstrating, and it actually entrenched over the Beidaying to show its power.

After a while, the Japanese fighter jets began to dive and fire, and the bullets raised waves of dust on the position, which made the Chinese soldiers on the position unable to look up at all.

"Zhangseok, where did our plane go?"

"Don't the fuck!" Tiedingguo shouted angrily: "Wang Yiheng, that bastard, maybe some girl was so weak that she couldn't get up yesterday!"

"Zhang Zun, Xiao Shunzi is injured!"

"If you are injured, go down. Tell me what the hell is doing!"

"Damn it, plane, what about the plane?"

"Mom, if I can still live, I must be the pilots who are still alive!"

The verbal swearing sounds were accompanied by the sound of machine guns firing and bombings on the position.

This is how people are. Once they have trust in something, they will become unknowingly dependent.

Originally, if there were no aircraft support, the soldiers could still guard the positions without complaints, but the power displayed by Chinese aircraft made these soldiers increasingly reluctant to leave their support.

Therefore, the pilots who were once extremely loved by the soldiers are now hopeless to crush them to ashes by these brave soldiers...

...

"Sir, why don't we go to heaven? Why?"

"Sir, let's go, brothers are waiting for us in Beidaying!"

"Sir, the damn Japanese plane is blowing up brothers, sir!"

The voices of six pilots almost filled the entire office.

Wang Yiheng stared at Zheng Yong and said in a cold voice that he had never had before:

"Commander Zheng, you have just been promoted to commander commander. Are you now at the top of the rank of the first rank and don't want to fight with the Japanese? If you really do this, you'll make a noise. Brothers will get out without saying a word!"

When their voices became less easily, Zheng Yong touched his nose:

"The bastard doesn't want to fight!"

He stood up and walked to the front of several pilots: "Now we must let Beidaying stand independently and persist until tomorrow night. Brothers, your task is to sleep, sleep..."

The pilots were still shouting, but Wang Yiheng seemed to read something from Zheng Yong's eyes.

"Brothers, all are quiet." Wang Yiheng waved his hand: "We'll listen to Commander Zheng this time, will we all go to bed, but I said Commander Zheng..."

While he was talking, he walked out of the door with a few unwilling brothers. When he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned around and smiled "charmingly":

"I said, Commander Zheng, the decisive battle is about to begin, right?"

...

"Your Excellency, the Chinese planes were not dispatched today, and the artillery support was much less."

"Yeah?"

Tajiro Kamura still had the same expression that could not touch him in any situation:

"Does the Chinese have no weapons? No, according to the intelligence from the intelligence department, Fengtian's military reserves are enough to arm several divisions. I think there may be some conspiracy among the Chinese people here."

"Yes, the brigade commander, the Chinese officer who commanded the China was very cunning." Ono Hiratani pushed his eyes:

"But as we judged before, although the Chinese have abundant material reserves, what they lack most is people. The intelligence department has obtained very conclusive intelligence. Fengtian has more than 260 aircraft, but they only have six pilots."

“Six?”

"Yes, six, these six people have always been blocking the Imperial planes these days. The Chinese lack pilots, gunners, tankers, and even soldiers. Our intelligence officers in Fengtian told us that the Chinese are recruiting students, workers, and civilians who have never touched weapons."

"What a pity."

Tajiro Kamura actually said regretfully:

"What is the happiest thing for a soldier? It is to meet a considerable opponent. However, the Chinese must fail. Such a good opponent, I think it will be difficult to meet again after the battle is over..."

"Your Excellency, the Chinese are not worthy of sympathy."

"So you are not a real soldier." Tajiro Kamura shook his head slightly:
Chapter completed!