"commander!"
Snap!
Zhang Qibi, the leader of the Xulong Flying Group, walked straight in.
"You kid."
"come on in."
"I heard that in order to chase the Japanese fighter jets, your boy went deep behind enemy lines. He was surrounded by thirteen Japanese fighter jets. He forced his way out of the encirclement and even volleyed to kill several Japanese fighter jets?"
Fang Yu walked up to Zhang Qi, the leader of the Xulong Flying Group, and punched him angrily.
A fist hit Zhang Qi's chest...
"hiss……"
The corner of Zhang Qi's mouth twitched, and then he took a breath of cold air, and there were even slight beads of sweat on his forehead.
"what happened?"
Fang Yu frowned, he knew that Zhang Qi's body could not be like this with just a slight punch.
"commander."
"When this guy was flying a fighter jet back home, he was shot through the cockpit by a bullet from a Japanese fighter jet..."
"The shrapnel went right against his chest."
"If this guy hadn't been lucky, he would have disintegrated in the air."
Zeng Nianqiao, the deputy leader of the Xulong Flying Group on the side, couldn't help gritting his teeth.
This is really irritating!
You don’t take your body seriously at all!
Can this be tolerated? Obviously not.
"Zhang Qi was injured, why didn't I know?"
"You were shot, why don't you go to the hospital?"
"What a bastard!"
"Somebody come!"
"Send this bastard to the hospital!"
"Get some rest!"
Fang Yu's face suddenly darkened, how could things be done like this?
"Commander...don't...don't..."
"There's still a lot of things going on with the flight group..."
"So many fighter planes need to be repaired."
"There are still a lot of establishments that need to be replenished, and pilots need to be selected..."
"Commander, I'm fine."
"real."
"The injuries have been taken care of."
"Look, isn't everything going well now?"
"Commander, please don't throw me to the hospital. I will go crazy with anxiety there."
"Commander, don't worry. I promise you that you will change your dressing on time every day and you will never fly on a fighter plane..."
"Commander, I'm just doing some simple work at hand. It's okay...it's really okay..."
Zhang Qi, the leader of the Xulong Flying Group, immediately followed and said quickly.
Obviously, this guy seems to be quite concerned about these things.
I have these things in my heart.
Emotional expression is relatively direct.
"You kid..."
"Never admit defeat!"
"I really can't control you anymore!"
"Nian Qiao."
"From now on, you will be responsible for the main affairs of Xulong Flight Group."
"When necessary, I will give you the right to order Zhang Qi."
"Let this kid focus on recuperating from his injuries."
"It's best to take advantage of this little leisure time and visit the hospital more often..."
"Then there are as many beautiful doctors and nurses as there are in the field hospital. I know they are very jealous of pilots like you."
"Zhang Qi, it's time for you to think about your own life-long affairs."
"I will give birth to 10 or 10 sons, and they will all join the New First Division Air Force and strengthen our New First Division Air Force!"
Fang Yu said every word.
As he spoke, his eyes... shone brightly.
Raising his eyes, his thoughts wandered...
Everything... seems to be ignited in an instant!
This feeling and taste... it's so touching...
In the end...everything came to nothing!
Such feelings cannot be expressed in words.
Hold it!
Collapse.
"commander."
"Don't……"
"I'm not interested in women."
"How can a woman be as interesting as a fighter?"
"Especially the Mustang fighter, that cold skin touch..."
"The crisp sound of the engine roaring..."
"The weapon system's explosive volley ability..."
As Zhang Qi, the leader of the Xulong Flying Group, spoke, his eyes gradually lit up...
This kid...
Fang Yu was speechless and choked...
"People are not interested in women, but at least they are somewhat interested in men."
"You kid... just cross species..."
"I'll ask your sister-in-law to find one for you later."
"It's a pity that such good genes are wasted like this."
Fang Yu said casually.
"Commander, you called me here in such a hurry, it's impossible just to talk about these things, right?"
"Commander, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhang Qi, the leader of the Xulong Flying Group, raised his eyebrows and said quickly.
"Forehead……"
"You kid just need to recover from your injuries."
"I just need to tell you about this matter, I Miss Qiao, and you don't have to worry about it."
"Monk!"
"Drag Zhang Qi down and let him have a good rest."
Fang Yu waved his hand and said.
"Don't... don't, Commander."
"Aren't you trying to kill me?"
"If nothing happens, I feel... unhappy."
"commander."
"You can't whet my appetite and then ignore it, can you?"
"Commander, something must be wrong with you."
"Commander, I've heard all about it. After the Japanese flying groups were almost wiped out, ten more flying groups and thousands of fighters were mobilized from the base camp."
"Commander, do you want to take advantage of this group of devils to fight before they have a stable foothold?"
"Commander, don't look at me like this, but there is absolutely no problem in flying a fighter jet."
"Commander, I can guarantee that I will beat these devils to pieces!"
"commander!"
"You have to believe me!"
"commander!"
Hoarse!
Zhang Qi was excited.
It would be a pity if the battle was delayed because of this injury.
"Why are you like that thief monk now, thinking about fucking Japanese all day long..."
"rest assured."
"There is still a chance to fight the Japanese."
"This time your Xulong Flying Group almost wiped out all 500 fighter planes of six Japanese flying groups. Well done!"
"But at the same time, your own casualties are not small."
"Especially the fighter squadrons...some fighter squadrons suffered nearly half of their casualties."
"150 fighter jets... there should be less than 100 that can still take to the air to fight, right?"
Fang Yu looked at Zhang Qi and asked directly.
"The exact number is...eighty-eight..."
Zhang Qi lowered his head, feeling quite sad.
150 fighter jets, after the first battle, 62 were damaged...
sixty two……
Some of the sixty-two fighter jets managed to make it back, but the fighter jets were seriously damaged and could not take off.
But there is another part...
It's completely...
Can't come back...
These young pilots are pouring their blood into the sky! Serve the country with passion and sincerity!
Worthy of the military!
Worthy of the people!
More... worthy of the country!
One after another...respectable and lovely faces!
In the aviation school of the New First Division, in order to speed up the training of the aviation school, when recruiting students, they basically selected intellectuals such as high school students and college students.
In this era, those who can afford to go to school and reach such heights are basically children from rich families.
Among them are some extremely wealthy young men...
