During the retreat, the current battle situation passed in Zhang Sixing's mind like watching a movie.

Although the previous lift-off reconnaissance, he saw enemy troops attacking the pontoon position.

The scale should be more than one brigade, as for the other brigade, Zhang Sixing did not find it in the air, at least he used a telescope to find it when he was floating in the air, and there was no shadow of that brigade within dozens of kilometers.

The 101st Division is a division composed of reserves of active divisions and regiments, and although there have been heavy casualties on the Songhu battlefield, at this moment the 101st Division has to have nine infantry brigades alone, with 10,000 troops.

So the appearance of only one brigade is not an opportunity.

Looking up at the sun in the west, and at his subordinates who were still wearing Japanese uniforms, Zhang Sixing regretted a little that he hadn't killed all the Jing'an soldiers who "wanted to go home" just now.

But......

After completely leaving the field of vision of the Jing'an soldiers, Zhang Sixing arranged several groups of snipers to observe the enemy's movements, and simply took his subordinates to start a "picnic" with the materials of the captured Japanese heavy artillery units.

It's not just a picnic, but it's a big-shaped, smoke-filled picnic.

Wearing enemy uniforms behind enemy lines, the more daring the move, the safer, and presumably taking care of the health of the soldiers of the heavy artillery unit, the supplies provided by the Japanese were very good.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon after he had eaten his fill, and taking advantage of the fact that the enemy plane had not come, Zhang Sixing asked his subordinates to drag him up to the sky on motorcycles.

It's not that he likes to show people the delta wing, or he likes to go up and blow the cold wind, and if he can grasp the enemy's movements behind enemy lines, then no means are too much.

Especially when he really flew up, threw down the leash, and began to carefully observe the movements of the Japanese army with a telescope, and immediately found the annihilated heavy artillery unit, which was now proving to him with strong evidence that the Japanese were cruel.

It was clear that the soldiers had been sent from the nearest brigade that was fighting his pontoon defense. Their target was the hundreds of Jing'an Army soldiers who had just left behind to "want to go home."

Soon they were shot in rows by the Japanese. Those who were shot were still pointing in the direction of their initial retreat from Zhang Sixing as they kowtowed to the Japanese and begged for mercy.

Of course, that direction was wrong, and even Zhang Sixing led the team to cross the river once, and then made a detour to cross the river again and re-ashore.

Therefore, the Jing'an Army has no effect at all except for allowing the Japanese to walk their legs more.

There seems to be more dust flying farther away, take a look with a telescope. He was surprised to see another brigade, probably more than 6,000 troops, rushing over.

Just as he was "peeping" in the sky, suddenly a faint engine sound came:

After the hell, Lao Tzu looked too hard and didn't notice the devil plane.

Yes, on the battlefield in this era, there are other things that can fly besides airplanes, which will definitely attract the attention of pilots. It's strange that he is a big peeping in the sky with a broken delta wing, and he doesn't get beaten.

He turned his head anxiously, but he could hear the sound of the plane's engine, but he couldn't see the plane.

Luckily, fortunately......

"Sir, land quickly, you left...... No, you have a devil plane on your right......"

Hearing Lu Feizhang's voice in the walkie-talkie, Zhang Sixing shivered. Playing with delta wings in the air and encountering an enemy plane is a matter of order.

He maneuvered the delta wing to rotate to the right, and sure enough, a biplane came into view.

It was a seaplane, and the Japanese deployed several seaplane carriers on the Songhu battlefield. It mainly carries out reconnaissance missions, but also carries out horizontal bombing when necessary.

At this moment, the pilot of the fighter plane had not seen the delta wing, and the person behind him was going to take out a camera to take pictures.

As long as the weapons and equipment are used on the battlefield, then they will definitely be known by the enemy. If it is an excellent weapon, it will even be borrowed by the enemy, which is inevitable.

However, Zhang Sixing didn't want the Japanese to know the secret of the delta wing so quickly, let alone let the Japanese know that the delta wing could not only reconnoitre, but also throw small bombs from the sky.

After thinking about it, he shouted loudly in Japanese to the Japanese reconnaissance plane that was circling him,

"Are you Japanese fighters?"

In fact, in the air, especially when flying the plane at this time, it is almost impossible to shout in the air. Even if you want to communicate, more often than not, you can only make a gesture or something.

The circle around the delta wing on the Japanese battlefield became smaller and smaller, and by turning around, Zhang Sixing signaled to them to get off his walkie-talkie, and gestured with his hand to the number of the channel.

Finally the two sides may have talked over the radio, and the Japanese pilot asked curiously,

"Who are you, what kind of weird thing is behind you, it can fly. It's hard to imagine that something as simple could fly into the sky. ”

The delta wing was something that no one had ever played with in the last 30 years, and even pilots in Japan had no idea what it could do.

Zhang Sixing replied in a skillful Tokyo accent,

"I'm Japanese, I'm from the Shanghai Volunteer Corps, and I saw someone playing with this thing in Europe, so I brought one back to help the ground troops engage in reconnaissance or something."

His answer aroused the interest of the Japanese pilot, who simply chatted with him in the sky.

"Oh, you've been to Europe, it's something new in Europe, I haven't really seen ......"

"It's really good, although this thing flies slowly, but it's a good way to help the ground forces conduct reconnaissance, it's much more convenient than a hot air balloon."

The Japanese on the plane were obviously interested, slowing down the plane, slowly approaching Zhang Sixing's delta wing from the side, and holding their cameras to take pictures without stopping.

This, of course, Zhang Sixing, who wanted to keep it secret, was not allowed, and by approaching them from behind, Zhang Sixing pulled the HP90 bolt on his chest.

Then he maneuvered his delta wing to approach the seaplane, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly approaching.

This made him feel a little lucky, fortunately that before the Second World War, the weight of the plane was not so terrible that it stalled at a slightly lower speed.

He looked at Japan with a big smile on his face, and then just wanted to raise his HP90 short assault rifle to give the two people on the seaplane a hard time.

However, at this time, there was a sudden roar on the walkie-talkie,

"Hurry up, hurry up, get out of here, we found the reconnaissance plane of the Chinese people, we are going to climb."

Immediately after that, Zhang Sixing only heard the sound of the engines of the planes in the sky above, and the series of "da-da-da" gunshots when the fighters attacked each other.

Chinese Air Force?

Turning the nose of the plane curiously, Zhang Sixing's eyes searched around the sky.

Sure enough, at this time, the two fighters in the sky were fighting fiercely with each other, while the Chinese fighters were emitting black smoke.

Isn't it, such a dish was set on fire as soon as it ran into a devil's plane?

If you look closely, it is the Hawker 3 fighter, but the Hawker 3 may not be able to do the Japanese seaplane.

What's the matter, Hawk San can't do the Japanese seaplane, it's not a joke.