That scene can only be described as spectacular.
Those who watch such battles will feel happy, intense, and... at ease from the bottom of their hearts.
The sense of comfort is pushed to the extreme.
Jingmang.
Still bursting out!
Rhythm.
Still wearing a tight bandage!
Thrust!
Thrust!
destruction!
destruction!
Passionate performance.
Full of passion!
And at this moment.
The Japanese outside the mountain city were naturally stunned...
Sudden air force.
Bombs keep falling.
Infinitely growing casualties.
And at this time, the rate of casualties is still increasing...continuously increasing.
If this trend continues, no one knows what it will eventually evolve into.
despair.
In despair.
Can't feel any warmth.
"idiot!"
"idiot!"
"Where did the air force come from?"
"what happened!"
"Why didn't we know anything before this!"
"What else can those stupid pigs in the intelligence department do!"
"Tufeiyuan!"
"I'm going to cut you into eight big pieces!"
"waste!"
"It's all rubbish!"
"Damn it!"
"Why don't you die!"
Hysterical roars followed.
His eyes instantly turned red.
All over his body, murderous intent was concentrated at this moment.
His lips pursed and his consciousness collapsed!
The artistic conception at this moment is difficult to express in words.
The situation has improved slightly just now.
Now...why does such an accident happen again now!
The little confidence Okamura had just gained was now shattered into pieces.
It feels like the battle in Xia Kingdom is no longer hopeless.
again and again.
Anyway, lasting is always failure...
There were more failures.
Gradually, despair followed.
Don’t explode in despair.
Just perish in despair.
"Report!"
"The investigation is clear."
"The intelligence department said... that this is the air force of the new first division."
"The air force of the New First Division is almost...the entire army is dispatched!"
"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief..."
"What to do next?"
"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief!"
The major general staff officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He seems panicked at the moment...
"idiot!"
"How to do how to do!"
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
"The New First Division...it's the New First Division again!"
"When will this damn New First Division... be destroyed?"
Hysterical roars followed.
His brows were furrowed.
Dark complexion...
The sadness is growing day by day!
The more I think about it, the more intense my irritability becomes.
My mood aches for it!
The old devil Okamura has regained his confidence countless times.
But one failure after another made him exhausted.
now.
I don’t know at all...how to do it...
Anyway, every time you encounter a new division, don't think too much about it, just destroy it.
Anyway, the final result is definitely failure.
If this principle is followed, wouldn't all battles lose their initial meaning and value?
Is it necessary to continue this unnecessary battle?
No one is very smart...
All kinds of stupid words... seem particularly... powerless.
As he lamented, he gradually collapsed.
"The new First Division has an air force."
"Don't we?"
"Bagya Road!"
"We still have ten flying groups!"
"We have thousands of fighter planes!"
"Move them all over for air combat!"
"One time! Kill the air force of the New First Division!"
"Let the New First Division... completely lose its air superiority!"
"Victory! It belongs to the empire!"
"Long live the Empire!"
"Long live!"
"The new first division is getting in the way..."
"go to hell!"
There was a roar.
The special envoy of the Japanese Army, Miyata Masao, looked grim.
Every time the name of the New First Division was mentioned, it felt inexplicably manic.
Got hit too many times.
In my heart, I can't get over this hurdle.
Emotions... unbearable.
So I can't help but follow the violence...continue to be violent.
This mood.
is evolving without limit.
The more I think about it, the deeper my feelings become, and the more murderous and majestic my eyes become!
"Miyata-kun."
"Not to mention whether it is too late to mobilize the air force now."
"Even if our air force comes, the new first division's air force has not left yet. Do you think this is a good thing?"
"Miyata-kun..."
"Haven't you noticed... how many... fighter planes are overhead?"
"This scale..."
"Three hundred? Or five hundred?"
The sound of silence followed, and my mood... dropped to the extreme...
The old devil Okamura seemed particularly confused at the moment...
Those things that my heart desires seem to have set up layers of obstacles at this moment...
Interception.
Continuous interception.
My heart feels extremely empty right now...
Everywhere I looked, besides being dull, it was still dull...
"Okamura-kun...father-in-law, what do you mean?"
"Are you scared?"
"It doesn't matter if it's three hundred or five hundred."
"The empire's ten flying regiments have over a thousand fighter planes."
"If we were to compete for quantity, who would be better than me?"
"What's there to worry about?"
"completely fine."
"Tear it apart!"
He held his head high and his face calm.
As he spoke, he was full of passion!
The main thing is sincerity!
Nonsense, no need to say more!
The special envoy of the Japanese Army, Miyata Masao, has always been very confident.
He has that kind of Ah Q spirit.
Although he was hit countless times.
But time and time again, this guy can grit his teeth and get up and keep doing it.
"The last air battle."
"Our six flying regiments had almost 500 fighter jets against less than 200 fighter jets from the New First Division."
"You should know what the final outcome will be."
"Our six flying regiments were completely wiped out..."
"That battle was a shame."
"Now, what kind of trouble do you want to make?"
"The matter has come to this, there is no point in talking more."
"And now..."
"The air force of the new First Division...is more powerful than before."
"At least the number of fighter planes has doubled..."
"Miyata-kun, do you think our air force with ten flying regiments will be able to defeat it?"
"The air force with ten flying regiments is our final bottom line."
"But this is not the final bottom line for the New First Division at all..."
"If another large-scale air battle breaks out."
"Our ten flying groups were once again shattered..."
"So what?"
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of this?"
"Do you think...this is what we can bear?"
"Miyata-kun..."
"Now we... don't have such a huge net worth."
"Failures and defeats again and again..."
"We have... lost too many chips..."
"If this trend continues... I don't know when... we will be drained of all our confidence..."
"Miyata-kun, Miyata-kun..."
"Not enough background."
"I can't hold it any longer."
Sighing.
The old devil Okamura's desperate thoughts are very strong now.
At first glance, I felt that there was no hope, so I thought about giving up.
