On the ground, there were a large number of students on the stretcher team.
Among them are many wealthy daughters and young masters.
Whenever the Chinese nation is in danger, there will always be people who come forward, regardless of age, gender, or origin. At this time, they have only one common identity - Chinese!
Ye Wenjun, the third young lady of the Ye family, is a real Bai Fumei!
Ye Wenjun was using a towel to wipe the gunpowder smoke from the face of a seriously injured man when suddenly he heard a huge explosion above his head, followed by the roar of the aircraft engine, the scream of the wings flying through the air, and the click of machine gun fire. , the whole world seemed to boil and began to bubble.
Looking up anxiously, he saw that the sky was already in chaos.
I don't know how many planes are flying back and forth in the sky.
There were also several planes swooping down with ear-piercing screams.
Then there was the sound of machine gun fire, accompanied by intensive gunfire, and a rain of bullets poured on the heads of Minzhuang of the stretcher team. Many stretcher team members fell in a pool of blood in an instant.
More stretcher bearers dropped their stretchers and ran away.
The originally orderly team suddenly fell into chaos.
"Don't run, don't mess around, don't run around, don't mess around..."
Ye Wenjun ignored the danger and hurriedly climbed to the ridge on the roadside and shouted with all her strength, trying to stop the commotion of the stretcher team. However, her strength alone was too small.
"Boom!" An aerial bomb suddenly landed about ten meters away.
The huge explosion kicked up a large amount of hot mud and sand, covering Ye Wenjun's head and face. Ye Wenjun slipped and fell from the field ridge.
"Miss, are you injured anywhere?"
A strong middle-aged woman rushed over and helped Ye Wenjun up.
"Wu Ma, I'm fine, don't worry about me, go help carry the wounded!"
"Miss, let's go back." Wu Ma was a little hesitant. Her duty was to protect the safety of the young lady. If the young lady did anything bad, the madam and the master would have to skin her.
"No, my classmates are busy carrying the wounded, how can I go back?"
Ye Wenjun struggled to stand up and worked with another female classmate to lift a stretcher.
Before it could be lifted up, a huge black shadow fell from the sky with billowing flames, and then hit the open space on the roadside and exploded with a bang.
The female classmate screamed and instinctively threw away the stretcher and ran to one side.
Ye Wenjun suppressed his fear and called Wu's mother to come forward and carry the stretcher with her.
After lifting the stretcher and walking a few steps, another black shadow fell from the sky with billowing flames in his field of vision.
"Our plane is our plane!" Finally, a sharp-eyed male student shouted happily, "There are our planes fighting the Japanese in the sky! Don't be afraid, everyone, the Air Force is protecting us!"
The panicked stretcher team gradually regained order and continued on its way carrying the wounded.
Ye Wenjun looked up as he walked forward, and sure enough he saw several planes flying around in the sky.
In just a moment, another plane slid diagonally toward the fields not far away with billowing smoke. The plane had a plaster pattern on the underside of its wing. It was a Japanese plane.
"Well done! Four have been shot down!"
Many male students and the stretcher team cheered loudly to the sky.
"Come on, we must win!" Ye Wenjun also shouted to the sky.
After carrying the stretcher for nearly a kilometer, we finally came to the cross-border road construction.
As long as you cross the border and enter the public concession, you will be protected by the public concession. The Japanese bombers will not dare to swoop and shoot, and the safety of the wounded will be guaranteed.
However, what was unexpected was that the merchant group of all nations refused to let him go.
"Why don't you let us in? The wounded are in urgent need of medical treatment!"
"Do you still have any sense of justice? Let us go immediately!"
"The Geneva Conventions clearly stipulate that the wounded are not allowed to be refused admission for any reason..."
The students involved in treating the wounded were filled with indignation, but the merchant group from all over the world who was guarding the cross-border road construction ignored them. They even set up a heavy machine gun and pointed the gun at the angry students.
Seeing more and more stretcher teams jammed behind him, Ye Wenjun became anxious.
At that moment, Ye Wenjun squeezed in front of an officer from the Wanguo Merchant Group and said in English: "My father is Ye Daoming, the vice president of the Songhu Chinese Chamber of Commerce. I ask you to let the wounded in immediately."
"Your father is the vice-president of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce?" The officer whistled frivolously and said with a smile, "It's useless unless these wounded have passes for the public concession, or the concession management bureau orders their release. Otherwise, even if your father is the president of the Chinese Business Association, we will not be able to let you in."
Ye Wenjun knew that it would not make sense to talk to these people, so he immediately ordered Wu's mother: "Wu's mother, please quickly find a phone booth and call home, and ask my father to go to the concession's public management bureau and ask them to let them go quickly, otherwise we will wait for the Japanese." When a group of bombers arrive, these wounded, classmates and fellow villagers will be in danger."
"Miss, what about you?" Wu Ma didn't want to go.
"I have to stay and take care of these wounded people. After all, I have studied nursing." Ye Wenjun took out a towel from his bag and knelt down to wipe the face of a seriously injured person.
Wiping the gunpowder smoke from his face, he revealed a young and tender face.
This is a very young little warrior, fifteen years old at most.
However, on his shoulders, he has already taken on the important task of protecting his family and the country.
…
"Brother Hai, this 98-type aircraft was given to you just now!"
Gao Chongwen chuckled and pulled 8119 up again.
In the field of vision, not even a single Japanese plane can be seen, it has been destroyed!
Although the air battle just now was very short, the result was extremely brilliant. Gao Chongwen used a single aircraft to fight against a formation of eight aircraft from Little Japan, and finally won 8-0!
"Thank you, man, let's go home."
After Gao Chongwen finished speaking, he was about to turn the joystick.
However, the next moment, Gao Chongwen's hand froze there.
Because within the field of vision, another Japanese flying formation rushed over.
Although the Japanese flying formation that came this time only had six aircraft, they were Nakajima 1 fighter jets.
The previous eight were dive bombers, but the six coming this time were fighter jets, making them more difficult to deal with.
Gao Chongwen subconsciously looked at the fuel gauge. There was half a tank left. If he turned around and returned to the destination now, he would most likely be able to escape the pursuit of the Japanese fighter jets and return to Yuqiao Airport smoothly.
However, the wounded, students and fellow villagers below...
Gao Chongwen looked down through the porthole and saw that the stretcher team gathered on the south side of the cross-border road construction was even larger than before. There were only four or five hundred people like this just now, but now there are at least a thousand people.
What made Gao Chongwen even more numb was that more stretcher teams were coming here.
So if he turns around and leaves at this time, the stretcher team below will become lambs to be slaughtered, allowing the six Nakajima 1-type fighter jets that are swooping over to slaughter them wantonly.
With a curl of his lips, Gao Chongwen suddenly roared: "The Chinese Air Force will never retreat!"
Immediately, Gao Chongwen pushed the accelerator to the bottom and pushed the joystick fiercely. 8119 immediately made a huge roar, piercing the void and facing the Japanese six-plane formation ahead.
…
Yan Yan saw this scene through the 25x scope.
Seeing the Hawker-3 fighter with a missing piece of its wing facing the six Nakajima 1-type fighters without hesitation, Yan Yan felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling. This is the Chinese Air Force!
Whether it's the first generation or the second generation, they are all great!
Xie Jinyuan also saw this scene through his telescope.
Although I couldn't see it as clearly as Yan Yan, I finally saw it.
"Deputy Commander Xie, do you know why that Hawker-3 fought even though it knew it was losing?"
"I know, because there are too many people behind him who need his protection. If he retreats, the people behind him will no longer have hope of survival, and the country will die!"
Xie Jinyuan's emotions were touched, and his voice began to choke.
Yan Yan said in a deep voice: "So, do you know what to do? Only you are qualified for this!"
"I know, and I will fight for it with all my strength." Xie Jinyuan said solemnly, "If the two concessions refuse to let cross-border road construction be allowed, they will both be destroyed. Otherwise, there is no third possibility."
