I of Douluo came with a nuclear explosion

Chapter 85 Fang Xingyu: The Prosperity Comes Back
(One)

1937年，7月7日下午7时30分。

At this time, twilight had already fallen, and the entire northern land was under a twilight.

The 1th Company of the 3rd Battalion and 8th Company of the [-]st Regiment of the Japanese Riverside Brigade stationed in Fengxian County, led by its company commander Shimizu Setro, set off from the barracks to the vicinity of the Dragon King Temple in the northwest of Luqiao, and held another night exercise. They regarded Wancheng in front of them as an imaginary enemy.

Wancheng is stationed at the moment by General Feng Yuxiang's Northwest 29th Army. The 29th Army has always been the army with the highest anti-Japanese awareness in the national army.

In the past few months, they have been disturbed by the increasingly aggressive Japanese military drills, and the Broadsword Team is always holding a one-meter-long Wuji knife wrapped in red cloth.

This knife was made by the Chinese martial artist Li Yaochen in 1931 when he was hired by the 29th Army. Because the Northwest Army at that time lacked ammunition for rifles, it had to be replaced by a broadsword and supplemented by close combat.

Combining the traditional Chinese Liuhe swordsmanship and Wudang swordsmanship, Mr. Wang made the Northwest Army's broadsword to the extreme - the sword is originally a sword, which can be hacked; the sword is also a sword, which can be stabbed!

On the top of Wancheng, the Northwest Army is vigilantly guarding against the Japanese army's exercise below the city. Since June this year, their arrogance has become more and more arrogant.

Since the Japanese army quickly captured the three northeastern provinces in 1931, and the Nanjing National Government has pursued a policy of non-resistance, 30 Northeastern troops have withdrawn from the three northeastern provinces in a "mighty" manner.

After the "September [-]th Incident", they attempted to occupy the "Pingjin" area, because "Pingjin" is the economic and cultural center of China, and the Japanese generals even said:
"As long as Beiping is captured, the rest of the world will surrender without a fight!"

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At around 10:40 p.m., the commander of the Japanese exercise company, Shimizu Setsuro, asked the defenders of Wancheng to open the city gate for inspection under the pretext that a soldier in his exercise disappeared for no reason.

The commander of the Northwest Army, Jin Zhenzhong, rejected the unreasonable request of Qingshui Jielang.

At this moment, it was late at night, and it was raining heavily.

The two sides were deadlocked under the splash of ink in the night, and then the first shells exploded from the top of Wancheng City, and the Japanese army brazenly launched an attack on Wanping City.

The Northwest Army immediately launched a counterattack and repelled four attacks by the enemy's Japanese army. This defensive battle lasted until the 10th.

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"Master Dao, it is the mission of our soldiers to defend our home and country, so you should stay in the city this night to attack the east coast position!"

At this moment, a northwestern man with a face full of ashes said to the white-haired old man who was wiping the knives at the corner of the city.

The old man was wearing a patched Drodo robe, his face was wrinkled, but his eyes were piercing.

Lao Dao came to Wancheng in 1931 with martial arts expert Li Yaochen, and taught Wudang swordsmanship to the broadsword team, so that the "Wuji Saber" can penetrate the enemy's body like a sharp sword.

After that, the old Taoist lived in Wanping City. He was proficient in acupuncture and moxibustion. Apart from teaching soldiers how to practice swordsmanship, he also took care of some sick soldiers.

In his spare time, the old Taoist will also explain Taoism at the request of the soldiers.

A soldier of the Northwest Army once asked him:
"Old Daoist, why did you go down the mountain? This battle is not as clean as the mountain."

The old man smiled wryly and said:
"In troubled times, how can a cultivator take care of himself alone?"

The soldier asked the old Taoist name again, but the old Taoist smiled and said nothing.

On the evening of the 10th, the Wan Shou Army had repelled the fifth Japanese attack, and the follow-up troops of the 29th Army also came to support.

After Jin Zhenzhong and the backup army handed over the defense, they assembled the Broadsword Team and prepared to take advantage of the night to retake the lost position on the east coast of the railway.

The reason why the Japanese army rushed to capture Wancheng was because next to Wancheng was the intersection of the three railways of Pinghan, Pingsui, and Pingjin. This is a transportation hub that can be said to be the gateway to North China.

When Jin Zhenzhong organized death squads, the veteran also raised his withered arms.

The old Taoist looked at the Northwest man who urged him to persuade him, and smiled softly:
"I'm an old man, it's worth it if I can drag a few more little devils."

"Didn't you always want to know my name? My name is Li Yuantong. Before I debuted, I ran a medical clinic handed down by my ancestors. After the war between the warlords, I was tired of this secular world, so I went to Maoshan to practice Taoism."

"Later, I heard that Zhang Xueliang led the 30 Northeast Army and gave up the three Northeast provinces to the Japanese without firing a single shot. In a fit of anger, he passed on his position as the Lord of the Temple to my apprentice, and came down the mountain with a sword on his back and a gourd on his back."

"The so-called practice in prosperous times and saving people in troubled times is the duty of a veteran. Besides, I am also a descendant of China. Now that bandits are rampant, how can I retreat?"

The old man smiled smartly, put the wiped red cloth sword behind his back, and climbed down with hundreds of people led by Jin Zhenzhong, taking advantage of the night to surprise the Japanese army on the east bank.

At the head of Wancheng City, one mile away from the position on the east bank of the railway, you can still hear them shouting the slogan "I would rather die in battle than be a subjugated slave", and they fought fiercely with the Japanese army there with swords and spears!

The "click" sound of swords slashing on the helmets and rifles of the Japanese invaders and the roar of the soldiers tore through the night. The Death Squad wiped out a squadron of Japanese troops stationed at the cost of almost the whole team and regained the railway bridge again.

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A month later, in Maoshan, Changzhou, Jiangsu Province, a middle-aged Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe quietly packed his luggage. He carried a mahogany sword on his back and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Before leaving, he called his disciples, handed the whisk to the young Taoist priest, and told him to practice well in the temple.

The young Taoist was a little bit reluctant, he raised his head and asked:
"Master, when will you be back?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and touched the little Taoist's head:
"If it's a prosperous time, then go back; if it's a chaotic world, then go and never return."

He turned and left, slowly descending the mossy stone steps.

His name is Fang Xingyu, and he received a letter from the Northwest Army a few days ago, saying that his master Li Yuantong died in the battle for the bridge that night.

Li Laodao chopped down six Japanese invaders in a row. After being shot several times, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, facing the east, standing still without falling.

(two)

On August 1937, 8, the "Songhu Battle" started.

The national army was preparing to launch a pre-emptive campaign in the vicinity of Shanghai to disrupt the Japanese army's blocking all the way from North China, but the hundreds of thousands of national troops failed to annihilate the 8000 Japanese troops stationed in Shanghai in the first place.

Subsequently, the Japanese naval ships and air force also quickly concentrated in Shanghai, and the Japanese army in North China also landed in Shanghai in batches. The elite troops of the national army also joined Shanghai one after another.

The two sides successively invested more than one million troops in the Shanghai area.

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Fang Xingyu met countless refugees along the way——

Some were street people with children and old people on their backs, some were wealthy businessmen and politicians who drove a car with more than a dozen boxes of luggage, and some were country gentry and landlords who were pulling ox carts, all fled to the southwest.

He also met several student teams of hundreds of people, they were holding stacks of books, some were carrying small experimental equipment, and trucks transported some large equipment away.

Fang Xingyu also saw a large group of people wearing straw sandals and heels tied with coarse cloth rushing away.

He stopped a teenager, whose eyes he saw glowing with fire.

Fang Xingyu asked:
"Little brother, where are you going?"

The boy raised his sweaty face and replied:
"We rushed to the city of Qiehu to fight. Many people died there. We went too far and tied them together!"

Fang Xingyu looked at this young man who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he did not see a trace of fear or retreat from his face.

"Don't your parents feel sorry for going to the battlefield at such a young age?"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. My old mother still has a younger brother. If I die on the battlefield in the future, if that shitty Japan hasn't finished fighting, they will send my younger brother there too."

When Fang Xingyu bid farewell to the young man, he specially presented him with a safety talisman.

This is a line of people with no end in sight——

They don't have good weapons, enough ammunition, and no thick clothes to withstand the coming winter...

Fang Xingyu followed silently. He found the team leader and joined as a doctor.

On the way to Shanghai, they were carrying tens of kilograms of weight, but everyone was walking very fast, and everyone was tense, that is, to support the battlefield as soon as possible.

The leader of the team was a master from the Yamen in the late Qing Dynasty. He knew some writing and some military books. Later, Liu Xiang called the Sichuan army to go out. He thought that he had no heirs.

He took advantage of the three-hour rest time in the middle of the night to chat with Fang Xingyu about the situation. It is estimated that the old master thought that the Taoist priest carrying a mahogany sword was a rare literate person in the team.

"Since ancient times, when the north wants to occupy the Central Plains, it has always come down from the north, quickly crossing the Hebei region, and then it can directly take the Central Plains. Whether it is Mongolia going south, Man Qing entering the customs, or His Majesty the King of Yan, it is the same."

"The ambition of the Japanese invaders to invade China has already begun since the Ming Dynasty. They have been planning for a long time. At this time, they have occupied the three northeastern provinces and captured Beiping. They are about to attack Shandong and send troops south."

"Our fight in Shanghai City is to force the Japanese to give up their offensive from north to south and let them disperse."

This old master's military strategy is really good, and Fang Xingyu can be explained clearly in a few words.

"But the Japanese equipment is really fucking good. It was hundreds of millions of taels of silver paid by the useless Manchu Qing before, and now they use our money to beat us."

When the master said this, he couldn't help cursing a few words in a low voice, and then spit into the crop field beside him.

At this time, the master suddenly noticed the mahogany sword on Fang Xingyu's back, he pointed and asked:
"I said priest, does this mahogany sword really have the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing disasters?"

Fang Xingyu smiled and said nothing, the master also realized that he did not ask the right question,

"I hope so. Tomorrow will be a fierce battle. We are fighting with our lives. Let's buy more time for the rear."

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The next day, when Fang Xingyu arrived in the urban area of ​​Shanghai with the team, it was already in ruins, with ruins everywhere, and black smoke filled the entire city of Shanghai except the British and French concessions.

Black crows were flying all over the sky, wandering in groups on the ruins, dead bodies were scattered everywhere, and there were even exposed skulls inlaid on the reinforced concrete panels...

Fang Xingyu's team was divided into a battalion fighting in the city, responsible for fighting the Japanese army in the city by using the terrain.

The individual combat capability of the Japanese army is very strong. Each of them is equipped with at least 120 rounds of ammunition and carries bayonets. In the early and middle period of the war, most infantry also carried portable light mortar barrels with gun heads on the side waists. This caused great casualties to the National Army and the Eighth Route Army.

And the opponents these well-equipped invaders are facing at the moment are the Sichuan Army Guards, which have less than one gun per capita.

boom!boom!
The team of hundreds of people was first scattered by the incoming mortar shells, and those young children who had never touched the barrel of a gun panicked when they heard the thunderous shells exploding in front of them, and were shot straight into holes by the sudden Japanese infantry.

When Fang Xingyu went to the mountain to be a Taoist priest, he was asked by his master Li Yuantong to practice kung fu, and he immediately reacted, and just before the bomb fell, he hid in the bomb crater beside the panicked master.

"Hurry up and find Dong Kaka to hide!"

The master buried in the soil did not forget to shout loudly.

But now the team has been disrupted, and the Japanese army rushed over again with a small group of cavalry, grinning their faces crookedly and slashing their sabers frantically.

One young life after another fell under their harvest.

Several Japanese soldiers were also shot in the head. The 90-style steel helmets on their heads couldn't stop them at such a close distance. It was the veteran in the team who fired the shot. Fang Xingyu heard from his master that he had been with Marshal Zhang in his early years.

Immediately, the veteran was stabbed in the chest by three infantrymen who bullied him, and the devil who rode past chopped off the veteran's head again.

Fang Xingyu snatched the saber from the charging devil's hand, turned around and cut the devil's neck artery with a slash.

"Come on!"

Fang Xingyu hurriedly pulled the master back, it was a massacre here!The thing to do right now is to retreat immediately, and don't stand foolishly and have your lives harvested meaninglessly by the Japanese army.

After a battle, the team of hundreds of people gathered together had only a dozen people, and seven or eight people were hit by bullets and slightly injured.

Fang Xingyu gave acupuncture and moxibustion to the seriously injured first, thinking that when he found the main force, he would hand it over to the military doctors in the rear for treatment.

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"How can you do this? They are fighters, not deserters!"

Fang Xingyu looked at the fallen figures in front of him, his eyes were full of anger!
Fang Xingyu wanted to rush over, but was stopped by two rows of soldiers. He roared angrily:
"You are massacring your own compatriots!"

At this moment, an officer staying in the shadows glanced over at Fang Xingyu and said:

"Smelly Taoist priest, what do you know? This is a war! The commander said that all soldiers who flee and lose their ranks will be counted as deserters!"

"If you dare to disturb the morale of the army again, I will also collapse with you!"

After speaking, the officer asked several soldiers to support Su Xingyu's hands and feet, and threw him into the mud pit beside him.

Then there were a few more gunshots, and Fang Xingyu watched helplessly as the familiar figure collapsed in a pool of blood full of helplessness and unwillingness.

"They shouldn't die here..."

Fang Xingyu waited for the execution team to go away, he squatted silently beside the master's body, his heart was still warm.

The master opened his mouth slightly, his gray eyes and dilated pupils looked at the night sky above his head, unable to see any light.

Fang Xingyu reached out and gently stroked the master's eyelids,

"Don't worry, Pindao will go on for you."

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(three)

At the end of October 1937, 10 national troops withdrew from the city of Shanghai one after another. This time, the "Battle of Songhu" could not help but shattered the Japanese army's slogan of "destroying China in three months", forcing them to extend the front line.

On November 1937, 11, the Japanese army occupied Shanghai.

Immediately, he pursued the victory and attempted to occupy Nanjing, the capital of the National Government at that time, in one fell swoop.

On December 1937, 12, the Japanese army attacked the Jiangyin Fortress, and the "Nanjing Defense War" kicked off.

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"The Japanese invaders are rampant, deceiving the goodness of our people in China!

Since the war between the two sides, they have blatantly violated international treaties and repeatedly used banned poisonous fog to catch our soldiers and civilians off guard. A few days ago, they even devastated humanity and brutally slaughtered 30 people in Nanjing!
The tyranny of his means, the ferocious face, and the viciousness of his heart have never been seen before!

As a cultivator, Xingyu witnessed the tragic death of hundreds of thousands of innocent people at the hands of the alien race who were not as good as pigs and dogs. He was filled with grief and indignation. He beat his feet and chest every day, but he was helpless.

Since the fall of Nanjing on the 13th, the Japanese invaders raped, killed, looted and committed all kinds of crimes. They even launched a competition to kill hundreds of people and filled the bomb craters in the city with hundreds of people!However, on the 18th, a celebration banquet was held publicly at the Presidential Palace!
The crimes of six weeks are too numerous to write down!

However, in the face of great disasters, there are also true feelings and turning points.

Mr. Rabe, a German descendant, stepped forward in troubled times and established the "Nanjing Safety Zone" to protect hundreds of thousands of people from massacres. This is a road trip!
When the war in the south was stalemate, the Eighth Route Army in the north went deep into the rear of the Japanese invaders without fear of life and death, and harassed the Japanese invaders with guerrilla techniques.

The unified front of the whole nation has been formed!As long as the descendants of Yan and Huang are united, they will definitely be able to defeat the Japanese invaders!
When Xing Yu went down the mountain this time, he had made the determination to enter the game and die. He only hoped that the world would be peaceful and the nation would prosper! "

Fang Xingyu wrote the last word and stood by the window. He looked at the dark clouds covering the mountain city and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, a long and piercing prevention and control alarm sounded in the city. This was the fifth Japanese bombing this month.

He watched the bomber planes emerge from the clouds one after another, and they unscrupulously dropped high bombs and incendiary bombs. In the blink of an eye, dozens of places in the mountain city were billowing with smoke and flames.

Fang Xingyu quickly followed the flow of people into the nearest air-raid shelter, not because he was afraid, but because Fang Xingyu knew that he knew medical skills, and he would be needed to deal with the wounded on the street.

In the narrow opening, dimly lit, the entire air-raid shelter was shaking, and there were anxious crowds hiding in the darkness.

During this period, there were children crying, old people calling, adults shouting and cursing...

Then there was a bang from the top of the air-raid shelter, as if a bomb had been dropped directly above.

clack clack...

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This was the closest Fang Xingyu came to death. The air-raid shelter was more than half collapsed by the bombs dropped, and more than half of the hundreds of people hiding inside were directly crushed to death on the spot.

When Fang Xingyu's body was dragged out by the search and rescue personnel, a handful of lime was sprinkled on his body, and he immediately woke up from choking.

"This Taoist priest is still alive! Don't drag him away!"

Then Fang Xingyu was helped to a temporary tent beside him, and he was asked if he wanted to go to the hospital.

Fang Xingyu shook his head. He pushed himself up from the straw mat, asked for a little sesame oil to wipe off the limestone from his eyes, and ran over to check on the other wounded.

Fang Xingyu saw several corpses piled up next to him, some with severed arms and legs, some with no heads, some with intestines leaking out from the big holes behind their chests...

He quickly took out his acupuncture bag from his chest and joined the rescue team...

"The Japanese army is flying back again!!"

At this time, someone shouted again, and the crowd who had just escaped from death scattered again, but the nearest air-raid shelter had just been bombed and collapsed, and now everyone had nowhere to hide.

Fang Xingyu looked at the eight or nine ferocious demons roaring in the night, and he quickly ran towards the wild side. The physique of martial arts in his early years gave him a speed like the wind. Fang Xingyu ran like a cheetah, while roaring:

"Fire me! Fire me!"

He roared angrily towards the night sky. At this moment, as if he was irritated by Fang Xingyu on the ground, a black shadow rushed towards the ground where Fang Xingyu was.

boom!
Huge streams of fire and earth and stone fragments rose from the black wilderness, and Fang Xingyu was also blown up and buried in the soil.

The nine bombers that turned back hovered in the sky, and they destroyed the power plant in the mountain city. After confirming that the entire city was once again in darkness, these bombers lost their ammunition in several places in the mountain city.

Several escort planes from the Chinese side broke into the sky, but none of the Japanese invaders remained.

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Fang Xingyu sat up from the dirt and rocks, his right arm was dislocated by the blast, but he gritted his teeth and pulled out his body.

Fang Xingyu was not in a hurry to reset his arm. He was staring blankly at the city in front of him. It was riddled with holes and huge bomb craters everywhere. The mountain city in the darkness was bursting with hundreds of flames...

But Fang Xingyu knows that in every invisible corner, there are electricians, doctors, and rescuers... performing their duties silently and fearlessly, which is the foundation of this city.

Half a moment later, the electricity was restored again, and the mountain city in the darkness woke up again.

Fang Xingyu reset his right arm. He looked at the place where the Japanese bomber disappeared and remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, Fang Xingyu walked back slowly, he already knew where he should go next.

(four)

Kuncheng.

A piece of neat and dense low house tiles are neatly arranged.

The houses with red earth walls are classrooms, while the low thatched houses are school buildings.

At this time, Kuncheng was experiencing a summer torrential rain, and the gap-filled roofs blocked more than half of the rainwater, while the rest of the rainwater hit the blue cloths of every teacher and student in every classroom.

The teacher on the podium was struggling to explain the handouts. His calm but powerful voice penetrated the noisy rain. Dozens of students under the podium also avoided the noisy rain hitting the blue tiles and followed the deduction on the blackboard engrossed.

Outside the classroom, two rows of students with strong upper bodies are practicing in the rainstorm, and the fisherman by the small river in the distance is setting up a net to collect the grass carp that has entered the tide...

There was a whistling sound in the sky, but the air defense siren did not sound. The teacher on the stage and the students on the desk were still doing their own things.

Fang Xingyu was driving a P-40 fighter jet, with exaggerated graffiti and obvious tiger spray paint on it.

Three voices full of current and magnetic waves sounded in his ears,

"The hamster is in place!"

"The Falcon is in place!"

"Fatty is in place!"

They received the task of going to the Nujiang River to cooperate with the national army's ground forces to intercept the Japanese Air Force, and at the same time attack the Japanese warships on the river and sea.

Fang Xingyu seemed to feel the gust of wind outside the fuselage window. His eyes were deep, and he calmly picked up the walkie-talkie and resumed:

"Safe journey, Qingshan over."

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1942 spring.

Fang Xingyu trekked all the way to the south of Yunnan. When he passed by a farmhouse, an air battle had just ended in the sky.

Since the outbreak of the Pacific War, the Flying Tigers established earlier by Colonel Donald in the Kuncheng area have been engaged in confrontation with the Japanese World War I-style fighter planes every three days.

The Japanese World War I-style fighters have strong maneuverability, while the P-40 fighters used by the Flying Tigers can gain faster speeds when they dive.

Both sides have gains and losses in hard power, but the joining of the Flying Tigers is a natural way to win more with less in the field of air combat.

Therefore, the Japanese army hated the highly skilled Flying Tigers. They were not satisfied with simply destroying the fighters of the Flying Tigers, and often sent the army to kill the escaped Flying Tigers.

Fang Xingyu saw a small group of Japanese soldiers searching the village ahead, and they were notified that there was a fallen Flying Tiger member.

At this moment, the leader of the Japanese army squad leader had a grim look on his face. He yelled at several villagers in Chinese,
"People... hand over... come!"

The villagers all have the will to die. They have just rescued a member of the Flying Tigers who crashed, and secretly hid him in the ground where the grain was buried before.

Facing the bayonets close at hand, they did not intend to tell the whereabouts of the Flying Tigers.

Seeing that the few people on the opposite side did not intend to speak, the captain of the Japanese army immediately became angry. When he thought that if he missed again this time, he would be punished by Shangfeng, he wanted to vent his anger on the villagers.

The team leader signaled to the Japanese soldiers with protruding bayonets behind him that he was just about to pull out his pistol, when suddenly he found that the holster on his waist was empty. He looked up and saw a blue-robed Taoist priest in front of him had unloaded his pistol and threw it on the ground.

"idiot!!"

Just as the captain was about to swear a few more words, he suddenly realized that his eyes went dark and his body went limp.

Fang Xingyu put his hand on the back of his neck and knocked the captain unconscious on the ground.

Then he swept his legs and overturned the two Japanese soldiers with bayonets. Fang Xingyu snatched the bayonets coming again. He flipped his wrist and slid across the necks of the remaining Japanese soldiers. Finally, he stabbed each of the three Japanese soldiers who had just fallen to the ground in the heart.

"Clean up and go, the devil will definitely send someone to come again."

Fang Xingyu said to the fellow villagers in front of him.

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Fang Xingyu rescued a member of the Flying Tigers, and he followed him to the secret base in the Dianshan Mountains.

Next, Fang Xingyu passed the test of the Flying Tigers Air Force. The Flying Tigers also lost a few people in the early stage of the air battle. For them, a good pilot is much more valuable than an airplane.

Although Fang Xingyu's age has exceeded the recruitment standard for pilots, his physique and eyesight are top-notch in the team.

In the next few battles, during the defense of Kuncheng and Shancheng, Fang Xingyu shot down two or three enemy planes. No matter how dangerous the situation was, Fang Xingyu could turn the tide and turn the corner!

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After the Nu River interception battle this time, if there were no accidents, Fang Xingyu would be awarded as an ace pilot, but Fang Xingyu himself didn't care about these false names, he only knew that he could burn as much light as he could.

"Have a share of heat, send out a share of light!"

This is Fang Xingyu saw the words in an anthology called "Hot Wind", and he was amazed at the author's sharp writing style and a chest full of responsibility and feelings.

It's a pity that Fang Xingyu didn't have the chance to see the fighter who wrote the war song with his own eyes, and it was their turn to fight next.

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"Hamster shot!!"

"Falcon...boom!"

This time, the Japanese army was extremely fierce in the air blocking battle. They dispatched several times the fighters of the Flying Tigers, two or three circled around a Flying Tigers fighter, and directly carried out cross-fire.

Fang Xingyu himself was also entangled by two enemy planes, but he did not panic at all.

He quickly pulled up the fuselage and flew upwards. The enemy plane behind him didn't react for a while, and Fang Xingyu's plane was lost before their sight.

The P-40 fighter plane driven by Fang Xingyu quickly chased down and appeared behind the enemy's fuselage like a shooting star, locked on, shot, and killed him.

Fang Xingyu was about to go to support his team members, when his wing was shot and burst into flames without warning, and the fuselage lost its balance.

Behind him appeared two more Japanese zero-point fighters.

The alarm sounded in the cabin, but Fang Xingyu was calmer than ever. As a cultivator, he probably knew his fate was like this today.

No sad music, no shouting audience...

The Japanese warship on the Nujiang battlefield below was still firing at the ground troops of the national army, and its anti-aircraft machine guns were strafing the Flying Tigers in the air.

Fang Xingyu muttered:

"If it's a prosperous age, I will definitely return as my soul!"

Then, his fuselage turned into a dazzling white light and hit the Japanese warship that was firing, blasting a burst of flames...

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　According to incomplete statistics, about 2000 million martyrs died heroically for national independence, people's liberation and national prosperity.

　　Every time I think of Kyushu's gold and soup, I recall the hero Tiejiahan.

　　I would like to pay tribute to the cutest person with this article!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)