At the command headquarters, Li Daniu, the leader of the cooking squad, was cooking for Yu Yang, and at the same time kept complaining in his mouth: "Company commander, if you don't throw away those two bags of white noodles, I can still make some oil cakes for my brothers to eat at noon today, this is going to be a big battle, and the brothers can't have no oil and water in their stomachs!" ”

The cooking class is a very magical existence, in any army, the head of the cooking class is generally one of the most important officers of an army, these people control the food of an army, if you are in a bad mood, the food is salty, light, it can affect the combat effectiveness of the entire army, and you can't do anything about it.

Yu Yang picked up a mixed noodle steamed bun and took a bite, and glanced at the chattering Li Daniu: "If you want those two bags of white noodles, your life is gone, and you don't even have a living mouth, if you want to die, don't pull me!" ”

"But, those are two bags of white noodles......"

Yu Yang didn't speak, silently eating mixed noodles and steamed buns with pickles, white noodles, this Li Daniu may not know that in China a few decades later, people don't eat white flour steamed buns anymore, and they start to eat miscellaneous grains.

"Okay, the brothers are still hungry, don't nag me here, when the battle is over, I'll find a way to get you a few bags of white noodles!"

"Company commander, that's what you said! Company commander, you can't go back, I'll go and tell my brothers later, when this battle is over, the cooking class will make them oil cakes to eat, and if you don't have noodles at that time, I'll say you didn't give me noodles! ”

"Let's talk about it, you also tell the brothers that there is still a meat oil cake, called a wife cake, and after this battle, please eat the wife cake!"

Li Daniu walked out of the headquarters with a grin and began to distribute lunch to the soldiers on the battlefield, which was very simple, two mixed noodles steamed buns and a bowl of soup for one person.

The Kuomintang also had individual rations, the 66th Regiment also had some canned food, and each soldier of the 7th Company also brought a canned food with him, but that thing belonged to the food when the war was urgent, and when there was no war, the main food was still to rely on the cooking class to make a little hot food.

After Wang Hao watched Li Daniu walk out of the headquarters, he put down his chopsticks and said slowly: "I feel panicked in my heart!" ”

Lao Zhao also nodded sympathetically, Yu Yang took a bite of the steamed bun and waved his hand: "Eat, don't panic, just beat a few more little devils when you're full!" After finishing speaking, Yu Yang's eyes were also a little moist.

Yu Yang promised Li Daniu something, Yu Yang can do it, if Yu Yang takes the watch in his hand to pawn, he can also exchange it for some Dayang, but Yu Yang bought white flour and meat, but how many people can eat his wife's cake, after this battle, how many people can survive Yu Yang doesn't know.

A lunch was eaten quickly, and everyone's hearts felt heavy, Yu Yang walked out of the headquarters to inspect the front-line position, and the headquarters was only ten steps away from the front-line position.

The soldiers under his command were having lunch, they didn't have pickles, but they were very happy eating steamed buns, soldiers from all over the country gathered together, chatting while eating, with various accents, Yu Yang swept the faces of these soldiers, trying to remember them all in his mind.

The Japanese came quickly, and the first to dispatch were Japanese fighters and bombers, but this time the Kuomintang also had fighter planes that arrived over Luodian, although there were not many, only seven or eight, but they still flew over with more than 30 Japanese planes.

Most of the Japanese were bombers, and there were not many fighters escorting them, and more fighters were thrown into the air battle over downtown Shanghai, and the sudden appearance of seven Kuomintang fighters caught the Japanese by surprise.

Five escort fighters hastily flew out of the bomber formation, ready to engage with the Kuomintang planes, and as soon as they saw each other, a Japanese bomber was set on fire and fell into the distance with smoke in smoke.

"Well done! John, look at that little Japanese pilot who parachuted out, if he did, he would be beaten directly! ”

In fact, there is a tacit rule in air combat, that is, pilots who do not parachute out, but this unspoken rule was broken by little Japan.

Not only in the Chinese battlefield, but also in the Pacific theater, for example, American pilots have never been parachuting pilots, but when the Japanese saw the American pilots parachuting, they pounced on them like mad dogs, and finally MacArthur very vaguely mentioned that if they saw Japanese pilots parachuting, they could choose freely, and they would not be blamed.

John nodded, holding his AM, looking at the falling bomber, about five seconds later, a white flower bloomed in the sky, John adjusted the angle slightly and pulled the trigger, missed a shot, shook his head, and aimed again, this time directly killing the Japanese pilot in mid-air.

The air battle continued, the Kuomintang fighters began to exchange fire with the Japanese fighters, the two sides continued to fight in the air, chasing and biting, half a minute later, a Japanese fighter was blown up in mid-air, and a burst of cheers was immediately heard on the ground.

"Come on, the little devil!"

"Knock them all down!"

“……”

But soon, a Kuomintang biplane was bitten on the ass by a Japanese fighter plane, and fell from the air to the ground with thick black smoke, Yu Yang did not recognize the specific model, the Kuomintang aircraft came from a variety of sources, sold by the Soviets, sold by the Germans, sold by the Americans, and even sold by some French, and like rifles, it was also a Wanguo brand.

"Skydiving, skydiving, skydiving!" Yu Yang watched the fighter planes continue to fall towards the ground and shouted loudly.

During the Anti-Japanese War, the pilots in the Chinese army had a problem, that is, they would rather crash planes than parachute, they knew how difficult it was to have a plane in China, and they regarded these planes as more important than life, but they forgot that the cost of training a pilot was also very huge, and the pilots were some intellectuals who had read books.

Maybe the pilot heard Yu Yang's shout, a white umbrella flower bloomed in the air, Yu Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately this guy is not dead-headed.

But in mid-air, after a Japanese fighter got rid of the Kuomintang plane, it saw the parachute flower in the air, immediately lowered its height and began to dive towards the position of the parachute pilot.

"Damn, Little Japan wants to beat pilots, Lao Zhao, you give him a shuttle!"

The air battle was fought about four or five hundred meters above Yu Yang's head, and it was within the range of the Czech machine gun, but whether they could hit it or not depended on luck and the level of the machine gunner.

"I'll try, but don't get your hopes up!" After Lao Zhao finished speaking, he pulled the bolt of the gun and began to observe the flight trajectory of the Japanese plane, preparing to shoot.