Zhang Yun slowly walked to the side of the P40 and pressed its cold fuselage with his hand.

For a moment, he felt as if the plane was alive, he could almost touch its heartbeat, he could touch its thoughts, he saw it swear allegiance to its new master.

The feeling was fleeting, and soon everything was back to normal, as if it were just an illusion.

"Jon, are you alright?" Kip asked with concern.

“…… It's nothing. Zhang Yun came back to his senses and found that each of his men had a plate of paint and paintbrushes in their hands.

And under the nose of their plane, it was painted with hideous and terrifying patterns, like the bloody mouth of a monster, trying to devour everything.

"What are you doing here?"

"Paint the plane." David replied.

As Air Force pilots, airplanes are their second life, and everyone wants their cars to be different, so pilots often add a variety of livery to their aircraft.

Zhang Yun nodded, this is understandable, in the history of world air warfare, it is very common to paint military aircraft, French planes have been painted like flying fish, and the Belgian Air Force has painted planes like skeletons. As a member of the Flying Tigers, the paintings of his comrades-in-arms are naturally famous......

"It's a tiger shark." Kip smiled and pointed to his masterpiece, "Hideous sharks can act as a deterrent to little Japan." ”

Zhang Yun patted him on the shoulder in understanding, although it was purely conjecture that the shark could scare the Japanese, and the pattern of baring teeth and grinning looked particularly imposing. Not only David and Kip painted this, but basically all the volunteer air crews painted this.

"Give me a pen later." Zhang Yun commanded as he walked up to George.

The kid didn't lift his head all the time, and was busy on his love plane.

Zhang Yun glanced curiously at the results of his work, and the result was almost petrified:

"Now, I'm talking about stallions~"

"Hey~Jon, that's too much to call anyway......"

"That's not the point~ The point is what are you doing?"

"Paint."

"You call this a livery?"

Staring at the sight that had lost its highlights, Zhang Yun looked at George as if he was looking at a pile of filth.

Because following the direction of his finger, what appeared on the plane was actually a three-point modern girl.

"You don't understand that, Captain." George chewed gum and triumphantly pointed to his masterpiece, "I designed this livery to defeat the Japanese." ”

“……”

"When those Japanese pilots looked at it and thought about it, I beat them down~!"

"Na~George......"

Zhang Yun felt that there must be huge drops of sweat hanging from the back of his head.

"Isn't your home magazine really Playboy?"

"Poof~"

"Hahaha~"

……

Several people burst into laughter. Kip suddenly spotted a beautiful silhouette from far and near.

"Hey, look who's coming."

David glanced back.

"George," he looked at the most powerful of the four, the "female killer", with a smirk, "I said you were too fast, we just arrived in Yangon, and you committed a crime against her body that requires confession to the priest?" ”

"For God's sake," said George, sticking out his tongue, "I'm not hungry enough to lay hands on the Colonel's confinement. ”

"Ha~ I hope your words will not be exchanged for the punishment of a week of confinement."

"And what is she doing here?" Zhang Yun asked strangely.

The pilots looked at each other once, and they all shrugged.

But the answer was soon revealed, and the beautiful female adjutant stopped directly in front of Zhang Yun.

"Lieutenant Spark." Her expression was serious and serious, "Urgent mission!" The Colonel orders you to strike at once! ”

※※※

In the Tianmeng Mountain position in the Jingdong area, Hu Jinxi, the commander of the 338th Regiment of the 93rd Division of the 6th Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, put down the telescope for the third time, but his brows were still locked like the word "Sichuan".

His troops had been ordered to stop the Japanese army for a whole day, and in the course of one day and one night, he had repelled six attacks by the devils, like a nail, which was nailed to the road south of the Devil Morikawa Wing to Rangoon.

However, this achievement also did not make him feel the slightest ease in his heart: and the devil's firepower was too fierce, the nearby British friendly troops had withdrawn, and now there was only one of his lonely positions left in the entire Tianmeng Mountain, and the casualties of the troops were very large, if it were not for the geographical advantage, he would have been unable to hold on.

The situation is precarious!

But that's not what worries him the most......

What worried him the most was that the devil had not moved for several hours, a phenomenon that had never been seen in the previous attack, but from the telescope, he could faintly see the crowd under the mountain...... All these signs indicate that the devil is preparing a large-scale offensive in an attempt to take his position at once.

Hu Jinxi couldn't help but glance at the hillside again......

On the hillside, the soldiers who had survived the battle were rushing to repair the fortifications, while the rest were curled up in the trenches, seizing the little rest time to regain their strength after the fierce battle. Their numbers had been reduced by more than half compared to when they first went up the mountain, and most of them were wounded, which made the shadow on Hu Jinxi's heart even heavier.

He glanced at the bunker behind him again......

By the dim light, he could faintly see inside, and hear the groans of pain from the wounded and the desperate wails of the dying from time to time......

Can it still be held today?

He didn't know.

"Captain, look!" One of the soldiers beside him pointed to the sky and let out a cry of despair.

Hu Jinxi raised his head reflexively, a group of black dots in the sky were swooping down from the sky, the spectacle of the scene was beyond words, the dull humming sound made people's scalps tingle, like a group of vultures rushing to prey on the corpse.

Nakajima ninety-nine style!

Devil's dive bomber!

Hu Jinxi's face couldn't help but change greatly: Morikawa Wing actually invited the Air Force to support!

"Lie down!"

He threw himself hard against the trench, trying not to imagine the whistling of the air overhead.

The whistling sound was sharp and piercing, like the grim reaper laughing.

This was followed by a deafening explosion. Even if you have your hands tightly covered with your ears, it is still able to pierce through everything and shake your nerves hard.

Rumble! Rumble!

The shaking of the landslide and the earth crack was like the end of the world, and the continuous and fierce impact made Hu Jinxi feel almost suffocated, as if his internal organs were about to be shaken out of his chest, and the tsunami-like explosion weighed people so that they couldn't raise their heads at all.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

An ammunition depot was hit, and the sound of a violent explosion drowned out the buzz of the planes overhead. The fire was particularly dazzling in the sunshine of the west, and in the firelight was a terrible place.

Time flows slowly in torment. The bombing lasted for four or five minutes, and the six Nakajima bombers of the devils shuttled back and forth on the trenches, as if they were in a no-man's land, and all kinds of aviation high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs landed on the positions with precision, blowing up flesh and blood, and it took a long time before they flew away with great force.

Hu Jinxi raised his head and shook off the dust on his body, but what greeted him was a hell on earth: the surface of the trenches was like the moon, full of craters and craters, the remains of the dead and severed limbs and stumps were scattered everywhere, and the blood almost soaked the mud into a swamp.

"Commander, the devil is coming up!" A soldier shouted at him.

Thousands of Japanese soldiers were like ant colonies, looking from afar, as if a yellow tide was rushing over the ridges, surging and furiously towards them.

"Go back to the position! Resist me! Hu Jinxi yelled at the soldiers!

"Where is there a position?! We've got all the work done! The soldier pointed to the hillside and shouted in despair.

Hu Jinxi was stunned, and through the thick smoke of gunpowder, he found that all the fortifications that the soldiers had been repairing for a long time had become a ruined wall, and some trenches had even completely collapsed into a pile of wasteland!

Without the cover of fortifications, what can be used to stop the Japanese army?

"Damn devil bombers!" He couldn't help but scold, "What about our Air Force? ”

"Don't mention it, those guys have already been frightened by the devils, where do they dare to come out?" The other warrior cursed hatefully.

But their nightmare is not over!

The Japanese fighters, who had not found a chance to attack before, pounced and began to clear the last obstacles to the infantry charge.

Hu Jinxi hurriedly lay down, and at the last moment before he fell to the ground, what he saw was a Japanese plane pulling its head up, and the accurate lateral strafing fire directly hit the soldiers in the entire trench to a thousand holes.

"Da Da Da Da~!"

The officers and men of the 338th Regiment curled up and closed their eyes, letting the sound of machine guns resound overhead, they had no choice but to surrender their lives to death in resignation.

A wounded soldier with only one arm left could no longer resist rushing out!

"Huzi, get down! That's an order! ”

"Grandson! There's a kind of rushing to grandpa! ”

The wounded soldier ignored the regimental commander's orders, he tore open his corset with his only remaining hand, stood firm against the tracer bullets of the "Zero type", and with one hand he picked up a light machine gun and fired desperately into the sky, his face showing deep despair and hatred.

But the big dark green bird stretched out its wings and swooped down on him viciously, its wings spitting out dark orange tongues of fire, opening one bloody hole after another in the warrior's body.

"Huzi!"

Hu Jinxi shouted heartbreakingly, and the taste of rust began to spread in his mouth, and the hot blood that entered his lungs without permission brought him intense pain.

He jerked up the gun in his hand!

"I'm your grandmother!"

The Czech-style spewed tongues of fire into the sky, and the shining firelight reflected his iron-blue face, as if this was the only way to vent the grief of losing his comrades, as if only the continuous rain of bullets could vent his anger!

"Dada-"

It's just that......

"Woo~~"

With the long roar of the engine, the provoked Japanese plane swooped down again, like a fluttering falcon falling from the sky, completely dismissive of the oncoming bullets.

The Japanese plane approached so quickly that Hu Jinxi could even see the hideous smile of the Japanese pilot inside......

"Looks like that's all I can do here......"

This was the thought that passed through Hu Jinxi's mind at that moment. His heart was clear, as if he saw his wife who was far away from home smiling at him at the door of his house, as if he heard his wife's tearful words when she parted:

"You must come back."

Merely......

It seems that the time has finally come to say "I'm sorry......

But there is no way to do it, who made me a soldier?

Hu Jinxi silently said goodbye to his wife in his heart.

But at this moment!

He suddenly found that the other party's smile was frozen on his face!

Immediately afterward, tracer bullets that fell from the sky struck with precision as if they were surgical, and quickly turned the Japanese plane into a ball of fire!

Then, from this firelight, a fighter with sharp lines "whirred" and soared into the sky!

That's Zhang Yun's "P40".

"Air Force! It's the Air Force! Hu Jinxi finally couldn't help shouting, "We have help!" ”