"Han Bing?"

"Shadows?"

Zhang Chu was suddenly extremely conscious.

He actually remembered very clearly that this Han Bing was the Han Bing in a spy war drama.

Codename Shadow.

Terrible!

She's actually here!

She's still so hidden! It's actually the head of the Security Section of the Northern Bureau!

Military commanders?

Sixth brother?

Some chaotic thoughts flashed through again.

But soon attention was drawn back to the sky. But it was another Japanese plane that was hit.

The strange thing is that it did not catch fire and burn, but fell uncontrollably.

The Japanese plane rolled in the air, making all sorts of irregular movements. Presumably, the pilot was killed.

Not surprisingly.

Such is the design of the Japanese fighter jet.

Not only the fuel tank, but also the engine is not protected. Even the pilot's cockpit is fragile.

What?

Protective armor?

Inexistent!

Everything that might add weight, can't be used!

Originally, the thrust of the Japanese aero engine was insufficient. In order to increase the power, I wanted to limit the weight of the pilots to less than 90 pounds. How is it possible to add protective armor to the cockpit?

All it takes is a bullet to penetrate the cockpit.

If you just hit the pilot......

That's it.

In fact, the Japanese pilot was indeed hit by a bullet. Or a 12.7 mm bullet.

Needless to say, it must have been killed on the spot. So the plane went out of control.

But none of them fell directly to the ground.

It's wobbly, still struggling.

"How so?"

"How so?"

At the head of the city, Doi Motowu was like a mourner.

If you want to say who is in the worst mood at this moment, it must be him.

It's like a moment in the sky, a moment underground.

When aviation first arrived, it seemed to be in the sky. With the continuous loss of Japanese planes, they now fell directly to the ground.

Incredible.

Fantastic.

The aviation actually lost four aircraft!

No!

Now it's five!

And one more is about to crash to the ground!

Amarasu can't save it.

Can't figure it out......

Why is this happening.

Why did the invincible Japanese aircraft suffer such heavy losses.

What's even worse is that with such heavy losses in the aviation forces, how can they save Fanxian? Once there is no containment by aviation, the Tsuchibachi Road will immediately continue to attack the city!

Will he be able to hold on for ten days?

It is estimated that it will be suspended for three days......

……

The plane that tumbled and fell suddenly swept towards Ding Wei.

It seemed to see Ding Wei by accident, and then threw it over.

Zhang Chu: ......

Deliberately silent.

It depends on how Ding Daring reacts.

How brave is it......

As a result, Ding Wei saw that it was wrong and immediately turned back. Jump into the trenches with agility.

Zhang Chu also hurriedly bowed his head.

Both were clinging to the back of the trench.

Prepare for the storm!

"Boom ......"

Feel the ground shake. Then there was a loud bang.

Obviously, it was a Japanese plane that crashed to the ground and exploded.

Due to inertia, its wreckage will surely sweep over. Whoever is touched will be unlucky.

At worst, it will be smashed. There is no scum left. Direct annihilation.

At the lightest, it can be broken to pieces.

Han Bing and Ma Xiaowu also felt wrong, and hurriedly squatted down.

"Boom la la ......"

"Boom la la ......"

A large number of plane wreckage swept over.

Impartially, it happened to be shoveled over the heads of the four people.

Fortunately, the four of them hid quickly......

Otherwise, it's absolutely dead.

The wreckage also shoveled up a large amount of dirt and covered the trenches directly.

It was as if the four of them had been buried alive. It's all dirt.

Ding Wei struggled desperately.

Zhang Chu gave up treatment. Too lazy to move.

I can still breathe anyway. The head is still outside. Can't die. You might as well do something else.

What else?

Recycled, of course. This is a Japanese fighter jet.

"Ding!"

"You recover a Japanese plane......"

"The estimated value of the recyclables is 5 million ......"

"You get an extra reward......

Messages flash.

Zhang Chu was very satisfied.

Not bad. Another 10 million in the account!

If it is used to disassemble bullets, there are 10 million rounds!

And all of them are 12.7mm bullets!

I'll see how many planes you still have to lose!

10 million rounds of bullets are all poured out, see how good you are to dodge!

If you have a kind, don't run!

"Staff Officer Zhang!"

"Detachment Leader!"

"Section Chief Han!"

A moment later, a large number of shouts were heard.

But it was the nearby soldiers who hurried to the rescue. Scrambled to pull them out of the dirt.

Good guys, fortunately, the rescuers came quickly.

Han Bing and Ma Xiaowu were really buried alive. Can't struggle at all. Breathing is also difficult.

If it were delayed for a few more minutes, it would have been really magnificent.

Zhang Chu himself is also a tragedy.

But from head to toe, it was all dirt. The inside of the mouth and nostrils is also the same.

Even inside the ears. Shake it casually. Countless dust fell on his body. It's still shaking off. As for how many more have not been shaken, only God knows.

In short, it is one word: miserable!

Back.

See the wreckage of the Japanese plane.

There was no fire and burning.

I guess it shattered too quickly on the ground to catch fire!

The bodies of the Japanese pilots were also largely intact. It's still in the cockpit.

Of course, it's dead.

Should!

This is what happens to the aggressor!

It's a pity that there is no camera, otherwise, you must take a few good photos and give them to Yoshio Shinozuka to enjoy......

"Yaga!"

At this moment, Kazuo Ishikawa was anxious and angry.

At the same time, it is very tangled.

He has already lost five fighters.

His flying team has lost half of it.

Go on?

Fall back?

If you continue to fight, you may lose even more.

In the end, it is possible that even he will be broken.

In the event of a retreat......

That is tantamount to admitting defeat.

Yaga!

This is absolutely unacceptable.

The Imperial Army absolutely could not accept defeat. Absolutely not......

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

Kazuo Ishikawa coldly ordered.

He's going to turn defeat into victory!

He's going to turn the tide!

He is aviation! How could it be defeated by the dirt eight roads on the ground?

"Sneer......"

"Sneer......"

Kazuo Ishikawa shoots wildly.

It felt like a lot of dirt roads had been killed.

Unfortunately, the ground was so dusty that he couldn't distinguish the target carefully. You can only continue to fight by feeling.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Suddenly it didn't feel right.

Something seemed to be passing by.

The voice was muffled.

Immediately, Ishikawa Kazuo was shocked to find that his flight cockpit had been pierced......

Pierced ......

I wore ......

There were a lot of holes.

All the instruments are completely out of order. The plane began to lose control.

Worst!

Kazuo Ishikawa secretly screamed that it was not good.

The bullet did not hit him personally. But it just broke the dashboard.

Without a dashboard, how else can he manipulate it?

However, that's not the worst of all. The worst thing is that the line inside is estimated to be broken.

This means that he is completely unable to control the plane.

Sure enough, push the joystick. No response.

Pedal rudder......

Hey? There are also reactions.

But it didn't work.

How to fly purely by the rudder.

To make matters worse, the horizontal rudder also failed. It is not possible to adjust the posture of the aircraft.

So, what is the posture of his plane now?

Hehe, dive strafing.

He's been swooping and strafing all along.

Haven't recovered the level yet.

So, now, the plane is still diving......

Swoop......

I don't know how much height.

Because the altimeter is no longer displayed. But the ground is getting closer.

Through the glass of the cockpit, he noticed that the dirt road in front of him was getting closer and closer. Getting closer. The figure is getting bigger and bigger......

Push the rudder desperately. There was no response.

Be sure. He's definitely going to crash.

Not at ease.

It's true.

How can you die at the hands of Tu Hachilu?

Dirt Eight Road is a group of people called Hanako. Nothing to ask for. Apart from the large number of people, there is no threat.

However, he was shot down......

Shot down......

"Grass!"

Zhang Chu swears.

But it was the dirt in his nostrils that made him very uncomfortable.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Dozens of sneezes in a row.

I feel like my internal organs are going to be shaken out. The nostrils still don't feel cleared.

Annoying......

"Ahh

"Ahh

Others also sneezed.

Especially Ma Xiaowu, he played particularly loudly. It's a sonic boom. Loud in the sky.

Suddenly, the faces of the four changed dramatically again.

But they all saw that another Japanese plane was rushing towards them.

"Zhang Chu!"

"Do what?"

"The devil has his eye on you!"

"I think the devil is eyeing you! You're the head of the regiment! ”

"Run!"

Ding Wei shouted categorically.

Then the four of them immediately pulled their legs and ran.

Run to the side.

Because the trenches behind have already been filled. There is no place to hide.

You have to run to the side to survive.

Outcome......

"Boom!"

The Japanese plane slammed into the ground.

With a loud bang, countless wrecks flew towards them.

Four more completed. Continued tomorrow.

(End of chapter)