Fifty jet fighters roared over the Chinese and Japanese armies, and the speed was close to the speed of sound, three times that of the Japanese propeller planes, and they disappeared in a few moments. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Nanjing garrison was very happy to see it, although the national flag was not painted on it, but there were two big characters Lin Feng written on it, isn't this the name of our current boss, it is obviously the air force of its own side.

The Japanese army blew up, and they still expect the aviation to support it, look at the speed of others, it is obvious that they want to abuse the rhythm of the aviation of the Imperial Japanese Army, it seems that the aviation cannot be counted on, and by the way, give the aviation a three-second silence!

In the sky over Changzhou, fighter planes taking off from Japanese aircraft carriers were rushing to Nanjing, and they would arrive in Nanjing in 20 minutes. After receiving the news that the fighter planes that had taken off from Shanghai had been completely wiped out by the antiaircraft guns of China, the more than 100 fighters that had taken off from the aircraft carrier had already made up their minds that they would not be able to wander around the artillery positions in China if they died.

The 50 jet fighters of the Linfeng Aviation Regiment were already above the Japanese fighters at this time, staring at the hundreds of Japanese planes below like hunters looking at their prey.

One of the Wing Commanders asked suspiciously, "Did you hear any strange noises?" ”

"It seems to be a roaring sound." One of the bombardiers had pointed ears, as if he had heard something.

Before the devil could study it clearly, the fifty jet fighters each found their target, and quickly approached the rear cannon and fired wildly at the target.

"Baga, the Chinese Air Force sneak attack, quickly counterattack!" The Wing Captain reacted immediately.

The Japanese air force was still in a daze, and when they came, they didn't see any enemy planes, so why were they blown up chrysanthemums! If anyone who is proficient in air combat sees it, he has to praise the superb skills of the Japanese air force.

However, no matter how bad the technology is, it can't withstand the hardware defects several times that the rookies of the extraterritorial group army aviation regiment, at that moment, the chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is injured, and dozens of Japanese aircraft chrysanthemums are not guaranteed, their buttocks are smoking, and they fall down like kites with broken strings.

After killing the target, the rookie of the aviation regiment did not stop, roaring past the remaining dozens of Japanese planes, and after pulling up, it flew upside down for a while and began to chase the Japanese planes again, and it felt good to explode (chrysanthemum).

This was an asymmetrical torture ~ killing, more than 100 Japanese planes had no power to resist, and were completely wiped out by 50 jet fighters, and failed to damage a single jet fighter.

At the Nanjing Garrison Headquarters, Liu Xiang held Lin Feng's hand, "Benefactor! ”

"Cough, Lao Liu, don't get excited, come, drink saliva." Lin Feng motioned for Zhao Yun to come over with a glass of water.

Liu Xiang drank a sip of water, and was about to come up to shake Lin Feng's hand, but Lin Feng dodged it, "Old Liu, don't talk about this matter, I only made a little insignificant contribution." ”

"Commander Lin, where is your insignificant contribution, you are the life-saving benefactor of the 70 million people in Sichuan, I want the people of Sichuan to set up an ancestral hall for you."

"Ahem, it's not bothersome, I can't afford it." Lin Feng wiped a cold sweat, we haven't reached the point of greatness yet, "Lao Liu, your body is not well yet, let's rest well." ”

Due to the approach of the Japanese army, Liu Xiang was sent to Hankou Wanguo Hospital for treatment, which just improved a little, so he ran from Hankou to Nanjing to thank Lin Feng for sending food to Sichuan.

"I'm in good health, even if I go into battle to kill devils."

"Haha, there are naturally young and strong people who go into battle to kill the enemy, you are half a hundred people, so you should sit in the rear and command."

"I can't help but kill devils when I'm old, I have fought a civil war for many years in the past, and my face is not very glorious, I am serving the country today, how can I be in the rear!" Liu Xiang said with a glare.

"Speaking of which, the equipment of your Sichuan army is not very good, by the way, the equipment of 100,000 people replaced by the Nanjing garrison is just what you took to equip the Sichuan army brothers, although it is not an advanced weapon, it is better than the guy you use now."

The equipment of the Sichuan army is indeed miserable, two sets of coarse cloth single clothes, a single quilt, a straw mat, two pairs of straw sandals, a hat, the weapon is even more miserable, Hanyang is not much, most of the equipment is the Qing Dynasty period left over from the 'old Mauser', in disrepair, Sichuan home-made 'single one', the failure rate is high, sometimes two shots can not pull the bolt.

It would be good for a division to have 10 light machine guns, one or two heavy machine guns up to the sky, a few home-made mortars, and as for mountain artillery and field artillery, the total number of all Sichuan troops was less than ten.

On the battlefield, communications relied entirely on roaring, and some of the supplies for the anti-Japanese war out of Sichuan were bought by the brigade commanders and regiment commanders with their own funds or out of their own pockets, and there were no doctors or nurses.

The best situation was Liu Xiang's troops, with an average of 130 light machine guns and about 60 mortars in a division, which was already the best equipped unit in the Sichuan army.

The bald head promised to give the Sichuan army weapons and equipment, but so far he has not even seen a single hair, and the military salary is only half of the elite of the party-state.

The reason is very simple, what is the Sichuan army, that is, the regular army adapted from the armed forces of local warlords, just give a number, anyway, it's not a bald lineage, the bald head doesn't care about the equipment, it's not fun to turn around and give a good guy to turn his face and beat himself.

When Liu Xiang heard that Lin Feng was going to replace the equipment of the Nanjing garrison to the Sichuan army, his face turned red, it was a bald descendant army, especially the 87th and 88th divisions, which were serious German armament divisions, and the equipment was the top in China except for Lin Feng's extraterritorial group army.

"Really, really?"

"It's still cooking, it's just a little equipment, as for that, wait, I'll ask where the equipment was lost." Lin Feng took out the walkie-talkie and asked Sun Liren, this thing was handled by Sun Liren.

"Brother Sun, where did you lose all the equipment you replaced?"

"Sir, do you still need those equipment?" Sun Liren followed Lin Feng for a period of time, and he didn't take those equipment seriously.

"Yes, equip the Sichuan army brothers, there must be a guy with a devil hard bar, those things are just right, and the devil infantry hard bar will definitely not fall behind." Lin Feng would not give the assault rifle to the Sichuan army, not because he was reluctant, but because the Sichuan army could not afford it.

In the current state of the Sichuan army, there are not too many, give hundreds or thousands of heavy machine guns to break through, and it will be bankrupt in less than two days, and there is nowhere to supply bullets, so play with eggs.

"In this way, the guys are all in the arsenal warehouse in the west of the city, and they are ready to be transported away, sir."

"Transport, where to transport, who still cares about this batch of equipment?" Lin Feng was strange, and some people were worried about the equipment of the Nanjing garrison.

"Chairman, I said that I was going to equip a few divisions."

"Damn, buckle the rope, this thing is still in mind, what kind of leader. Don't transport it away, it's all for the Sichuan army, I have to count him when I turn around, relax my horizons, and stare at that bit of stuff all day long. Lin Feng rolled his eyes, he was a leader of a country, and he was worried about this thing. (To be continued.) )