The camera pans to the other side.

American journalist Swift was quite annoyed, he came to this town on the edge of the Persian Gulf, dreaming of catching some unique news, but the reality is cruel, he stayed in this desert on the southern shore of the Persian Gulf for more than a month, and did not get any valuable news, and the editor-in-chief in New York had clearly told him that if he did not catch some "fierce information", he would stop this material collection operation. This is the material that Swift himself requested, and if he did not have the results, his status in the newspaper, which was not particularly high, would have become even lower in the future.

"Why don't those Chinese come to a massacre or something," Swift often says with his partner, the photojournalist Ryan, "and kill a few thousand Arabs, and we can take horrific pictures with a righteous indignation report by the way, and that would be perfect." ”

"Don't let our guide hear that." Ryan reminded Swift every time.

So Swift was careful to avoid his Arab guide when he said these words.

Today, Swift thought he would spend another day with nothing to do, but near noon, there was music in the sky.

"Ryan, did you hear that?" Suspicious of auditory hallucinations, Swift confirms to his partner, "There seems to be a sound in the sky." ”

"I hear you. It's like a symphony. ”

"Can you hear what?"

Ryan shook his head: "I don't usually listen to symphonies, but I know a little bit about Broadway tunes." ”

"Damn, you'd listen to something tasteful."

"Do you know what this song is?" Ryan asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, damn it. Maybe it's something Lin Youde wrote, who cares about him, the point is, what is playing music. As soon as Swift had finished speaking, he heard a commotion among the Arabs outside, and he opened the gate of the courtyard, just in time to see their guide running towards the courtyard where they lived.

"What's going on?" Swift asked aloud.

The guide paused, gasped for breath, and slowed for a few seconds before he replied, "Enemy, enemy, sir." ”

"This is music played by the Chinese?"

"Yes sir, the air attack of the Chinese is coming, sir, this place is going to become a battlefield."

"Great!" Swift spoke straight to his heart.

"Sir?" The Arabian guide looked at Swift with a strange expression.

But the American ignored him and turned to the courtyard and shouted, "Ryan, bring your damn precious camera!" The Chinese are coming to attack! I knew it would be rewarding to stay in this pirate den. ”

Swift had long known what the Arabs were going to do every day, and it was hard to imagine that the Chinese would sit idly by and watch this pirate den that often harassed their sea transportation lines. He is squatting here just to wait for the day when the Chinese will make a move. Of course, in Swift's report, the town will become an ordinary Arabian seaside town, and its inhabitants will not be pirates armed with American-supplied automatic rifles and bazookas, but some kind fishermen.

Such a story would certainly have caused a huge repercussion in the United States, and perhaps win a Pulitzer Prize, and Swift's future position in the newspaper would be solidified.

"Ryan!" He urged his partner loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up!" We're going to grab a good place where we can get good pictures and not be affected by China's firepower. ”

"Will there be a good place like zài?" Ryan seems skeptical.

"Never mind what we're here for! And we were prepared for a hail of bullets before we came, weren't we? ”

While Swift was speaking, Ryan finally ran out of the house with his precious camera, so Swift turned to the guide and said, "We want to go to a place where we can clearly see the Chinese attack!" ”

"All such places will become targets for the Chinese." The guide shook his head vigorously, "You should hide and wait until our army repels the attack of the Chinese." ”

"No!" Swift once again said what he thought in his heart, he didn't want the Arabs to repel the Chinese attack, he wanted the Chinese to come in and slaughter, so that there was value in reporting. As for his own life, he is not worried, the Chinese will not do anything to the Americans, as long as they are not hit by stray bullets, there is no problem.

Swift, who had worked as a war correspondent in North Africa and had seen German artillery fire, did not believe that the Chinese would fire more fiercely than the Germans.

Of course, Swift knew that the Chinese plane, like the Germans, was equipped with napalm, and it was better to die if a little bit of napalm was stuck to the napalm spilled by that thing. But Swift knew the Luftwaffe's guidelines for the use of napalm, and as long as he was away from various buildings and relatively obvious surface positions, he could ensure that he would not be burned.

A war correspondent is not a soldier, he does not need to actually enter the position, find a smaller cover behind the position and lie on his stomach, and the planes in the air will not greet you with bombs.

Ignoring the guides who insisted on them to hide, Swift took the lead and ran out of town with Ryan - it must be very dangerous in the town, and the whole town could become a bomb target for the Air Force. In North Africa, the Germans even paid too much to avoid capturing the town, blowing up every building with explosives and then building a forward base with prefabricated parts next to the ruins. The operational principles of the German army were basically laid down by Lin Youde, and everyone knows that the Chinese Republic of Mesopotamia is actually a country established by Lin Youde, and it can be concluded that the African Army will also follow the same set of operational principles.

No sooner had Swift and the others left town and found a place to lie on their stomachs on the beach, when the attack began on the other side of the town.

Beyond the rooftops of the town's modest houses, black smoke can be seen rising from the ground.

The majestic symphony echoed in the sky, complementing the sound of the explosion.

Soon Swift saw the Chinese fighter plane appear in his field of vision through the black smoke, the speed of the fighter was not fast, it was strafing the ground.

Swift could see the smoke and dust from the machine gun shells on the walls of the building, and the fox density was quite terrifying.

"Snapshot, Ryan, Snapshot!" Swift pointed to the town and urged his partner, "Shoot more!" Shoot every move of the Chinese! ”

As soon as the voice fell, another model also came into Swift's sight, which looked like a seaplane, but the shape was slightly bloated, and the left and right sides showed an asymmetrical layout. The right side of the plane was obviously equipped with a firearm, and the bracket under the wing for the pontoons was very compact, presumably to provide a better range for the firearm, while the left side of the plane was mounted with a large boat-shaped pontoon, which Swift guessed was installed for counterweight.

Seaplane units also began to shoot, and a dense rain of bullets hit the small pier in the town, siewing the boats moored at the pier. A ship carrying ammunition exploded, and the loud explosion and smoke further proved that this was no ordinary fishing village.

The assault continued, and the sound of gunfire and symphony mingled and echoed in the sky.

After more than ten minutes, the Chinese's fire began to weaken, and accordingly, seaplanes hovering near the coast began to land on the sea.

Swift then discovered that the boat-shaped pontoons hanging to the left side of the seaplane were actually boats, and that the Chinese soldiers were driving in the direction of the coast in motorized boats separated from the seaplanes.

No wonder the Arabs focused on building defensive fronts by the sea, they knew for a long time that the Chinese would attack from the sea. The Arabs, who had now survived the ferocious firepower, began to shoot at the sea from their positions, but as soon as they opened fire, they were immediately attacked by aircraft still in the air.

After all, Swift had been a war correspondent, and he realized that the victory was divided, and that the natives here had weapons provided by the Americans, but they could not use them effectively.

The Chinese boat washed up on the beach, and the Chinese soldiers jumped out of the boat and began to rush towards the town with skilful tactical maneuvers.

At this moment Swift saw a crowd of people pouring out of the south of the town, fleeing in the direction of the desert, looking at the color and style of the robes, it should be a group of women, and perhaps children.

A banshee cruising through the air flew towards the group.

Swift patted Ryan's shoulder excitedly: "Shoot over there!" Here comes the scene we wanted! ”

Before she could finish speaking, the banshee turned around and walked away, apparently recognizing the flight by a group of women.

"How can you do this!" Swift rushed out of his hiding place and shouted at the departing banshee, "How can you do this! ”

As soon as he finished shouting, another banshee turned around and flew towards Swift, and the American immediately knelt down and raised his hands in the air, and took off his hat to show his blonde hair.

So the banshee swept over Swift's head and didn't fire.

The roar of jet engines and the winds created by the passing planes tore at Swift's hair.

At this time, Swift saw the women in the distance who were about to flee to the desert and began to turn and run towards the sea.

"They seem to think it's better to surrender to the Chinese forces than to flee into the desert." Ryan whispered, "Understandably, if I were a woman, I wouldn't like to wear a veil and a headscarf all day, wrapped all over my body. ”

"It's not good, it's not good at all. Do we want to write a message of praise to the Chinese? Some feminists may be happy, but the big proprietors of newspapers won't. ”

At this moment, a small group of Arabs galloped out of the village, holding their weapons in front of the women who were going to the sea, waving their automatic rifles in their hands, and even in Swift's position, he could clearly hear him shouting to the women.

"What is he talking about?"

"I don't know Arabic like you, mate."

Before he could finish speaking, the Arabs on horseback opened fire on the women.

"Oh my God." Swift muttered quietly.

Ryan, on the other hand, snapped and snapped.

(There is one shift before 12 o'clock today, and the next shift is around three o'clock.) ）R1148