Thirty-six fighter planes imitated the German four-plane formation combat pattern and flew into the defense area of the 357th Regiment. Chu Yunfei, who had been awake all night, was startled when he heard the movement and hurriedly grabbed his binoculars and ran to the courtyard.
Fang Ligong hurriedly chased out and put a steel helmet on Chu Yunfei's head, urging anxiously: "Brother Yunfei, hurry up and hide in the woods."
Chu Yunfei held his telescope motionless and looked at the formation of low-altitude fighter planes. His brows knitted into a knot: "Brother, don't be nervous. All thirty-six aircraft of the Army Air Force of the Japanese First Army have been dispatched. Thirty Zeros. Six bombers, looking at this posture, they are not coming for us. It seems that they suffered a big loss on the front line. Have the scouts sent to Dagu Town come back?"
Chu Yunfei sat in the war room all night, waiting for the scouts sent to Dagu Town to bring back news.
Fang Ligong stared at the Japanese planes flying in the sky like a flock of crows without blinking, and replied: "Not yet, Brother Yunfei would be better off staying away for a while."
Chu Yun flew without moving, staring at the Japanese aircraft group through the telescope, and sighed: "When will we have such powerful air support?"
Fang Ligong smiled bitterly. It seemed that Chu Yunfei was not going to move unless the Japanese bombs fell.
Fang Ligong signaled to the guards around him with his eyes that in an emergency, he would have to take Chu Yunfei away.
Since Chu Yunfei had no intention of evading, Fang Ligong had no choice but to answer Chu Yunfei's topic. He smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Yunfei, I don't think we need to think about airplanes for the time being. If our group can get a few American-made howitzers, I will." I am satisfied.”
Chu Yunfei hummed: "Yes, our American allies and British allies will support us, and they also need us to contain the main force of the Japanese army. If China loses the battlefield, life for us allies will not be easy, especially It's the Americans and the Soviets. They are already facing a lot of pressure. If the Japanese draw troops from the Chinese battlefield to deal with them, I'm afraid they will also pay a heavy price."
When Fang Ligong saw that the Japanese aircraft passed overhead and did not attack them, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The international situation is too far away from us. Looking at the posture of the Japanese, I feel that there may be a war in front of us. Who is this Xie Baoqing? What a big mess it was, the entire Taiyuan Army Air Force team's planes flew out."
Seeing that the plane had flown by, Chu Yunfei put down his binoculars and looked at Fang Ligong and said: "No matter how big a trap Xie Baoqing makes, it is a good thing that the Japanese are anxious. Prepare a telegram for me to the headquarters of the Second Theater Commander to report to the Japanese army Please tell us how our army should respond."
Fang Ligong looked at Chu Yunfei with a wry smile. He knew Chu Yunfei's intention. The report was just a formality. He didn't need to guess the call back from the Second Theater Command Commander's Department: Stay still and wait and see what happens.
Once the report is made, the shared responsibility will be lightened if something goes wrong in the future.
Fang Ligong admired Chu Yunfei the most for his ability to keep a clear mind at all times.
Taro Suzuki came with murderous intent, but he became depressed after flying the bomber over Zhangzhuang.
In the spacious courtyard of the Zhangzhuang stronghold, human bodies were used to spell out a few large characters: Throw bombs here, you're welcome.
The word "bomb" is too complicated, so I simply spelled it out to look like a bomb. It's a fucking Q version, and there's a smiley face in the middle of the bomb.
Taro Suzuki flew the bomber over at low altitude, and saw clearly that the people spelled out were all wounded Japanese soldiers, some with missing arms and some with missing legs. There were actually many people waving and shouting at the plane, and they didn't I know what they are shouting, but I can probably imagine it.
"Baga~" Taro Suzuki pulled up the plane and cursed loudly, his face swollen into a purple eggplant.
"Your Majesty Colonel, what should we do now?" the wingman's voice came from the earphones.
How the hell do I know what to do?
There are at least 200 people down there, all of us! ! !
A flock of crows circled at low altitude over Zhangzhuang. Apart from the more than 200 Japanese wounded soldiers arranged in a zigzag shape, no Chinese could be seen. However, it could be seen that the railway through Zhangzhuang had been completely destroyed. At least ten kilometers of railway It had been completely blown up, the rails were twisted and deformed, and a small railway bridge was also blown down.
There was another derailed train not far from Zhangzhuang Station, twisting on the railway line like a frozen snake. This was the train that the Abe United Team was riding.
On the way to Zhangzhuang, Taro Suzuki and the others also saw that the Xiangyanggou Railway Bridge had also been blown up. Two entire bridge piers had been blown down. That bridge and the destroyed railway in Zhangzhuang would probably be destroyed in just a few months. It cannot be repaired.
Commander Yoshio Shinozuka probably doesn't know about this situation yet. If he knew about it, he would definitely be furious.
When Taro Suzuki was hesitating how to face the situation in front of him, a Chinese man's voice came from the earphones: "Hey, little devils above your head, can you understand what grandpa is saying? If you understand, then throw bombs quickly, down here Two lieutenants, five majors, and a lot of stinky fish and rotten shrimps, they are all a bunch of people who eat people's food but don't shit people, so hurry up and blow them all up so that I don't have to worry about it."
Thirty-six planes all fell silent when they heard this sound. These Japanese pilots can basically understand Chinese. They have been preparing for the invasion of China since they entered the aviation school. Chinese is a required course for them when they study in the aviation school. .
The Chinese man's mean voice on the microphone still continued: "Haven't I already written it clearly for you? Throw bombs here, you bitches, don't you even know Chinese characters? Your old man Didn't our ancestor Wu Dalang teach you how to read?"
"Don't fucking hang around my head. I don't have that much time to talk to you. If you want to throw a bomb, throw it away quickly. If you don't throw it, then throw it away. It's like a bunch of fucking flies, buzzing, buzzing. Buzz, they are a bunch of cowards. If you dare, come down and challenge me, I will kick you back to Hokkaido."
"What the hell are you? A bunch of cowards who only dare to hide in the sky. Don't think that if I can't beat you now, you can do whatever you want. When I beat you down one day, I will feed you shit and you will have diarrhea. A big piece of it, I’ll fill a bowl for each of you..."
"Ugh~" Several Japanese pilots couldn't help but retched.
Not only were the Japanese pilots retching, they also heard a woman's retching and cursing coming from the headphones.
Why are there still women?
Taro Suzuki couldn't bear it anymore: "Bagayalu, who are you?"
