Several Japanese bombers rushed towards the fighters of the Kuomintang army in a menacing manner, trying to get rid of the two guys who dared to provoke them and did not know whether they were alive or dead. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The Japanese plane is coming, Ziwen, I'm responsible for towing the Japanese plane, and you climb and use the altitude to dive and shoot!"

Liu Honghai, the commander of the Kuomintang plane, roared loudly into the radio, the sound was very loud, but it was a noise in the ears of Wang Ziwen, who was not far away.

Wang Ziwen barely heard what Liu Honghai said, made a thumbs-up move, signaled that he understood, and quickly pulled his plane up.

The planes quickly exchanged fire, and the Japanese bombers dragged their slightly bulky bodies through the air to make various evasive maneuvers, while the nose of the plane also opened fire.

The Japanese aircraft had a numerical advantage, but the bombers' natural poor maneuverability made them suffer a loss as soon as they exchanged fire.

Liu Honghai suddenly pulled his plane to the flank of the Japanese plane when the two sides were about to approach the entanglement area, and the bulky Japanese bomber had just adjusted its position to meet the enemy.

After damaging a bomber, Liu Honghai was not greedy for merit, and quickly pulled up, and the rest of the Japanese bombers could only be able to turn around.

"Yay, hooray, haha injured a little Japanese plane, come on!"

"Come on, little Japan!"

"Kill them!"

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"The Air Force is a disgrace to the Great Japanese Empire, and five planes can't beat two planes of the China!"

"Eight Grid Tooth Road, Eight Ga!"

Seeing that the Chinese plane had damaged the Japanese plane, the Kuomintang soldiers on the ground shouted loudly in celebration, and even Hu Lian, who had been frowning, showed a happy smile on his face.

The Japanese soldiers were also paying attention to the changes in the air battle situation, and when they saw their own plane being damaged and swaying in the air with black smoke, they couldn't help but curse.

The ground battlefield is now very quiet, the gunfire has stopped, and everyone is watching the battle in the air.

Taking advantage of the hard-won gap, the iron pillar passed through a small alley and came to the bottom of a building that resembled a bell tower.

This building is very strange, there is only one door, and the steps rotate to the second floor in a day, and it is not high from the ground, about three meters high.

There is a big clock on the balcony upstairs, and in front of the small building is a small open space, and the ground is full of craters.

Carefully climbed up the stairs and climbed along the net, and before he reached the second floor, Lin Qing heard a shouting and scolding from upstairs.

It was the voice of the Japanese soldiers, Tie Zhu had heard the sound of the Japanese, it was such a crooked bird language, I couldn't understand it, the Japanese soldiers seemed to be very angry, constantly waving their hands to the sky and losing their temper, and the people behind them didn't notice anything.

The iron pillar carefully touched the top of the platform on the second floor, and a Japanese soldier threw his weapon aside, spread his arms, and kept jumping up and down, shouting and screaming. The iron pillar drew his bayonet and approached behind him.

There were too many bottles and cans on his body, and the iron pillar was just about two meters away, and the sound had already alarmed the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldier turned his head and saw only a Chinese soldier behind him, holding a bayonet in his hand, instinctively frightened, touched his hands and found that they were empty, and nothing could not help but grin.

Tiezhu is no longer the recruit who was frightened by the Japanese soldiers' glares in the morning, and although a few hours are not long, they have also matured Tiezhu.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers who were still pretending with nothing in their hands, the iron pillar pounced directly.

The Japanese soldier opened his arms to hold the iron pillar, but apparently he did not count the bayonet in the iron pillar's hand.

One hand was grabbed by the Japanese soldiers, and Tie Zhu only felt a strong pull on his arm, and the bayonet in his right hand stabbed forward, and stabbed the Japanese body.

The Japanese soldier took a few steps back in pain, but it was a little close to the balcony and fell straight down.

Tiezhu walked to the edge of the balcony and looked, only to see the wounded Japanese soldier lying on the ground holding his wounds and wailing, screaming and trying to struggle to get up from the ground.

The distance of three meters is not too high, and now taking the stairs may make the Japanese soldiers run away, Tie Zhu thought about it for a while and jumped off the balcony directly, and at that moment he forgot that he still had a gun.

The Japanese soldier was a little slow to react, but he felt that there was a black cloud above his head blocking the sun, and then he felt that he was hit hard by a heavy object.

The Japanese soldier who was suddenly attacked screamed, and tried to struggle and laugh, but the iron pillar did not hesitate, and the bayonet in his hand was directly inserted into the chest of the Japanese soldier.

A mouthful of blood sprayed directly on Tie Zhu's body, wiped his face, and Tie Zhu found that the blood was actually hot: "The blood of these devil soldiers is also hot, I thought it was cold!"