An hour after the start of the war, Klekhachi and the small town opposite Hailan Pao were completely enveloped in smoke and explosions.

The 39th Division of the First Army of the Amur Army, which was stationed here, was almost completely demoralized by the sudden air strike. Inside and outside the city, thousands of soldiers and civilians scurried around in horror, shouting and screaming unconsciously, and under the threat of irregular bombardment, they rushed around like headless flies!

In the sky, more than a dozen fighter planes continued to dive unscrupulously, occasionally dropping a bomb, and the small black dot penetrated the shadow of the smoke miasma that quickly grew larger, accompanied by the screams of chasing souls, so that the people below could not raise even the slightest resistance.

When the black iron bump smashed on the ground, no matter how far away the people were, even if they were hundreds of meters away, they all ran for their lives like crazy!

From the air, the whole town was like a dam that collapsed under the impact of stormy waves, the order completely collapsed, there was no effective resistance to organize, all the important places were destroyed by the first round of bombing, and there was no one in sight of the remaining intact buildings who dared to stay.

There are very few exceptions to this rule, and those who know how to protect against attacks from the air beforehand. Whether it's a bomb dropped from a hot air balloon or a cannonball coming from a distance, there's always a blind spot to dodge and give those who know it all a short respite.

Among them, there is the British Times correspondent in the Far East, George . Max.

Mr. Max, who has always been strict with his appearance, looks embarrassed at this time. Two buttons of the torn suit were broken, several tears were torn in the sleeves, the inner vest was covered with black and red blood stains, and a pair of shiny leather shoes that were wiped every time they went out were deflated by the trampling of I don't know how many feet. Muddy water mixed with a strange smell splashed all the way up to the trouser legs.

In his memory, he had never been so embarrassed. If he was so dirty in normal times, he would even be annoyed that he would sleep and eat for several days in a row.

But now, Mr. Max didn't care, and all his attention was on the figure shaking in front of him. and the soaring killer looming in the sky, all attracted!

"Boom!"

Another biplane "Eagle 1" flew past from a height of 100 meters. The 600-horsepower single-row nine-cylinder star-piston engine drives the one-ton body, which is as sensitive as a soaring swallow, bringing up a violently tumbling air current, rolling the dense smoke into a strange long dragon that rolls endlessly behind it.

It didn't drop a single shell, but the people below let out heart-rending screams in unison, but they didn't know how to dodge, and countless pairs of eyes were full of despair.

George. Max's eyes widened with excitement. Unblinking, he stared at the plane's rapid upward climb in the distance, deftly turning his heel back, staggering for the next dive. In his mouth, he nervously muttered, "YES! YES！ That's it! I knew, hahaha! ”

His whole body trembled violently, as if he had malaria, and his two clenched fists were raised opposite each other to his chest, and he waved them vigorously and briefly from time to time. It's like cheering on the action of the fighter plane.

When the whole town was hit indiscriminately, he actually made such a gesture unusually. It's easy to be mistaken for a mole.

The young assistant who was hiding behind him with his head in his arms saw him like crazy, and pulled in horror: "SIR! Find a place to hide, it's too dangerous! ”

"Boom!"

A bomb exploded in the middle of the street a few dozen meters away, knocking off an anti-aircraft machine-gun emplacement erected on top of a building from the side. In fact, this was a superfluous move at all, and the soldiers in the machine gun position had already run away.

Broken construction debris was scattered hundreds of meters away like hailstones. Some of them fell from the top of Max's heads, clanging the steel helmets they had paid for them. Some large stones smashed on the body, leaving a black blue and shivering pain.

The young assistant screamed like a chick seeing a weasel.

Max listened upset. Grabbing a stone and knocking it on his head, he shouted, "Damn fool, shut up! You are simply disgraced to war correspondents! Those bombs can't have landed on our heads, cheer me up and watch carefully! ”

The stone-smashed Chinese-made steel helmet exploded, and the poor assistant let out a desperate moan as if he had been hit by a bullet, and a suffocating smell of urine came out of his crotch, and his eyes rolled upward, and he passed out on the spot!

"Coward!"

Mr. Max spat in disdain, pulled out the Chinese-made camera from his curled up hand like a chicken paw, skillfully fiddled with the lens, made sure that there was no problem, and then raised it up and aimed at the "Eagle 1" fighter plane that was getting closer and closer in the sky, and muttered: "I will succeed soon!" The world's greatest war correspondent, the first journalist to witness an air battle with his own eyes, discovered with his own eyes the secret of China's powerful air strike force! ”

He was excited, excited, and his heart was filled with the same frenzy as the Great Geographical Discovery!

It is unimaginable that in Europe, which has just entered the practical stage, and a flying machine that can barely stay in the air for dozens of minutes has become a weapon of war dominating the air in the far east of China!

From the start of the bombing to the present, it has been a full hour, and those cute guys with wings have been constantly hovering in the sky, dropping bombs or diving and strafing from time to time. What does this mean? This fully shows that the Chinese have long been ahead of the countries of the world and have created powerful and numerous fighters!

Mr. Max didn't know how to name it, but he knew full well that this unprecedented discovery alone would be enough for unimaginable benefits.

From a journalistic point of view, he personally witnessed the world's first air strike, and it can even be deduced that in future wars, air power will become a winning element that cannot be ignored. This can be clearly seen from the effect of the surprise attack of the Russians, the effect is simply incredible! I haven't seen even a single Chinese soldier arrive, and the defenders of the entire border defense town are about to collapse!

As a war correspondent, with a deep foundation in military disciplines, Max is sure that he will use this as material to write a best-selling book after he returns!

From the intelligence side. The photo he took today will surely become a treasure for Europe and the United States! Because of China's strict lockdown for more than a decade, the outside world knows too little about the state of their military construction. If we can see the results shown in the actual war, it will be of inestimable value to the-for-tat countermeasures formulated by various countries and to the overall improvement of their own military construction!

And now the Far East. The number of war correspondents stationed in various countries is extremely low. Those who can personally experience an unprecedented air raid and get first-hand information, and survive to the end will surely become the winner of everyone's attention!

He George. Max has to be the luckiest of them all!

"Click! Click! Click! ”

The expensive film was consumed as quickly as if he didn't want money, and Mr. Max didn't feel the slightest distress, his whole mind was occupied by the great achievement that was about to come. His only thought was to see everything. Shoot them all and record them!

Before you know it, a film runs out. Mr. Max skillfully manipulated the film and rewinded, opened the back cover and took it out, turned around and went to the toolkit carried by the assistant to get a new replacement, but was stunned to find that I don't know when, the coward woke up and ran away silently!

"Damn! Rubbish! Idiot! Litter! ”

He screamed in frustration. With one swear word after another spitting out of his mouth that he usually never wants to say in front of outsiders, he almost went crazy on the spot!

What a great opportunity. Is it true that God Almighty has abandoned his people when an opportunity that is hard to come by in a lifetime is buried in vain by a fool?

Roaring, venting, no eggs.

George. Max gasped and stopped, his tongue licking the foam from his lips. His eyes swept around fiercely, making sure there was no shadow of the bastard. Unwillingly, he stomped his feet, held the camera in his arms with one hand, and covered his helmet with the other, and fled quickly along the wall in the direction of the outskirts of the town.

I don't know when. The planes in the sky also stopped bombing and strafing, and only circled slowly in the sky, like goshawks ready to dive and hunt.

George. Max couldn't stop jumping over the crumbling walls of the streets, the broken carriages, the corpses lying all over the place, the salutes and garbage thrown everywhere, and even the guns and weapons, and ran out of the city with difficulty.

But the place where he stayed before was in the center of the city, and almost all the targets of the bombing were there, and the buildings with billowing smoke along the way were either blown up by the people who lurked in early, or they were shattered by bombs, and the ground was full of obstacles. If you want to go faster, it's simply impossible.

I finally managed to get out of that place, and the street in front of me suddenly became narrow and muddy. The shop buildings on both sides have no beauty or order, and are full of dirty and messy all the necessary elements.

But this is not a slum, on the contrary, it is the center of trade with China along the entire Heilongjiang River, and the distribution center of goods on the Russian side. Countless bungalows stretching out from both sides of the street are all warehouses. The reason why the ground is poor is also because there are too many cars in and out of the world, countless horses defecate on the ground, countless wheels are crushed, and people's leather boots are trampled, and it is strange that it can be clean.

It's already very embarrassing, George. Max, however, still maintains his love for cleanliness. He doesn't usually come to this place, and he passes by in the car.

Now, the smell of being bombed is getting stronger and stronger to fill every inch of air, making people almost suffocate on the spot when they lift their noses.

He had to force himself to breathe as little as possible, frowning to endure the discomfort in his heart, and standing on tiptoe to cross the "mines" all over the ground as fast as he could, intending to pass through as fast as he could.

At this moment, a large group of disgraced Russians suddenly rushed out in front of them.

These people are dressed very shabby and dirty, and their beards are unshaven, and they are not a good thing at first glance.

They didn't seem to be afraid of the warplanes hovering overhead, and dozens of people with knives and axes in their hands, and even some rifles, rushed into the street noisily, not caring at all, stepping on the feces and muddy water all over the ground, staring around.

The nearest shop became their target first, and several big men led by them shouted rudely twice, and one of them brandished an axe "Kara" to split the lock, flew up and kicked it open, and broke into it.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, the big man stumbled backwards and stumbled out. A bloodstain on his chest quickly spread.

The rest of the strong men hula dodged to the side, and a few guns were not aimed, and they slammed inside.

It didn't take long for the resistance inside to stop, and several people rushed in again, listening to a burst of gunfire inside. The terrible howl sounded abruptly, and then stopped abruptly.

After a while, several big men rushed out with banknotes in their hands and laughing wildly, and one of them wore an obviously ill-fitting leather coat, which was stained with shocking blood stains, which were clearly just ripped off the dead man's body!

"This is a thug in the city, a bastard who takes advantage of the chaos to rob homes!"

George. Max has traveled the most chaotic parts of the world and has seen too many of them. They only dare to make small fights on weekdays, and any small policeman can take care of them to death. Once the city is in chaos. But they will be the first to take the opportunity to jump out, rob and kill, do all kinds of evil!

For this kind of person, it's better to stay away!

George. Max didn't plan to take any chances, he made a quick decision, turned around and hurried away.

But the thugs on the other side immediately targeted him!

In the chaos of the city, most of the fast-legged people fled the core area, and the rest closed their doors and hid at home, afraid to move. Only a handful remain on the streets.

Mr. Max's clothes were torn though. But he is still a handmade suit that only upper-class gentlemen can afford, and the leather shoes under his feet and the steel helmet on his head all show his dignity and dignity, and also represent his rich net worth.

The thugs who take advantage of the chaos to run rampant in the streets are unorganized, undisciplined, and have no definite goals. They don't dare to break into the big shops and government offices that are powerful in the defense. Those decent people on the street are the best targets!

The hideous-looking hairy man let out a rude roar, and several people pulled their legs to catch up!

George. Max's face changed drastically, and he could no longer care about dodging the dirt on the ground, and ran faster.

The move drew the wrath of the mob. The guy with the gun immediately pulled the trigger and slammed the bullets through the streets, grazing overhead from time to time, splashing sparks on the walls!

Max subconsciously dodged, but suddenly stepped on a piece of gravel under his feet, and heard the "click" sound of his ankle, he snorted in pain, his body suddenly lost his balance, and he fell into a large piece of foul-smelling sewage with a crooked head, almost choking him on the spot!

Rao is so, George. Max still didn't forget to protect the camera.

A group of thugs rushed up laughing wildly and kicked and beat them all over the place!

George. Max, not wanting to die at their hands, shouted loudly in Russian: "Don't fight, I'll give you money!" Let me go! ”

The thugs seemed to be moved, and they stopped one after another and dragged him up from the ground. The strong man at the head saw the succession in his hand at a glance, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately snatched it roughly.

Mr. Max didn't dare to argue, so he could only watch helplessly as he tossed and turned, looking like he didn't know the point.

"These rude and lowly guys probably don't know how to use cameras, right?"

Thinking disdainfully, George. Max was lucky in case.

Unexpectedly, the strong man didn't know whether he had found the trick by mistake, and opened the back cover with a "click", and when he saw that it was empty, he immediately stared at him with a fierce gaze, and shouted in his mouth: "Search him!" ”

Seven or eight hands hold George. Max stripped him from head to toe, and the well-protected film was retrieved and handed to the mob leader.

The guy seemed to have gotten the gold nuggets, his eyes lit up and he laughed wildly, and finally carefully put it in his inner pocket, and then looked back at the angry British reporter on his face, and suddenly waved his hand vigorously: "Kill him!" ”

George. Max was furious and blurted out, "You can't do that!" I am! ”

"Poof!"

A bayonet stabbed into his chest, piercing his internal organs, and the gushing blood foam instantly choked his throat, leaving the remaining half of the words in his chest forever.

A mob threw the convulsive corpses away, laughed wildly and continued to loot and destroy the streets with impunity. The strong man left quietly in the middle of the road.

Soon after, he appeared in a remote courtyard on the outskirts of the city, where a Chinese exchanged a large stack of Chinese dollar tickets for a camera and film and put them on a shelf in the corner of the room.

There, more than a dozen cameras made in various countries were randomly placed, many of them stained with blood and shining with an obscure light. (To be continued......)