The system sent me to fight

The entire tarmac is full of devil's limbs and broken arms, as well as the wreckage of the plane.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!..."

The strong smell of blood and howling screams strongly stimulated the visual nerves of the surrounding devils, causing them to panic and panic.

Yang Jing who completely tore the seal was like a devil from the Nine Serenity Hell, and the aerial bombs were constantly thrown out like stones without money.

In just a blink of an eye, the little devil's airport was completely destroyed.

It turned into a sea of ​​flames, a purgatory on earth.

However, the nightmare of the Japanese 1st Flying Regiment was not over yet.

After bombing the airport, Yang Jing focused on the devil's air defense position again.

"hurricane!"

"Hurricane!—"

Hearing the screeching sound of the propeller at the tail of the aerial bomb rubbing against the air, the dozens of devils on the air defense position were frightened and their faces turned pale.

"Run!"

Someone yelled, and the devils on the battlefield threw away their equipment one after another, and fled in all directions like bereaved dogs.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom!—"

Before the little devils on the ground had time to run away, aerial bombs and napalm bombs viciously fell from the sky.

The most terrible thing is that one of the aerial bombs fell on the ammunition box, causing the shell to explode.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom boom!—"

Earth-shattering explosions sounded one after another, and the entire position trembled violently.

In the blink of an eye, the flames of the explosion reached a height of tens of meters, devouring the devils who would not be able to escape in time.

More than 10 little devils who were closer to the explosion point were blown to pieces on the spot, and bloody stumps and broken arms flew around.

The most miserable ones were those little devils who were not ignited by napalm. The spreading fire burned their skin and flesh, and they were in extreme pain.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!..."

These oriental devils were like evil spirits punished by the fire of hell, with heart-piercing howls of pain from their mouths, extremely miserable and soul-stirring.

Under the strong survival, the devils used both hands and feet, rolling and crawling to escape from the explosion zone.

Some guys rolled on the spot, trying to extinguish the fire on their bodies with such a simple method.

It's just that the napalm attached to them is like sticky lard paste, which is so easy to extinguish.

"Ah, help, come and save me..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

But what I saw was a few burning men screaming desperately, their bodies twisted in pain, wriggling and struggling on the ground.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain.

These fire men struggled for a while, and soon fell to the ground without moving, turning into a pile of pitch-black coke.

……

On the way back.

Su Ming kept staring at the plane's rearview mirror, but he didn't find the No. 1 fighter for a long time.

I couldn't help but asked the airborne radio with some worry: "Captain, the team member told us to return, why didn't he come back by himself?"

"Will the group seat be in danger?

"Should we meet him?"

Guo Shaoqing resolutely said: "Who is the Tuan Zuo, you should be very clear, he said let us return, we just follow orders."

"With the ability of the group seat, if he wants to leave, even the emperor's guards will not be able to stop him.

If we go back, it may add trouble to the group seat. "

Su Ming didn't say anything more.

……

The screen returns to the station of the 1st Flying Regiment.

Looking at the messy tarmac, there is no longer a single intact fighter.

Zhongyuan Shengxiao wanted to die already.

Without fighter jets, can the 1st Flying Regiment still be called the 1st Flying Regiment?

At this time, the damn fighter jet in the sky swooped down and shot at him again.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da da!——"

The dense rain of bullets continuously poured out from the machine gun onboard, like plowing the ground, pulling up streaks of smoke and dust on the ground.

However, the old devil did not choose to dodge, but angrily pulled out the gun at his waist.

"Come on, you nasty Chinese, let's make a deal!"

"Crack, clap, clap!—"

After finishing speaking, the old devil pulled the trigger angrily.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Jing also spotted Zhongyuan Shengxiao on the ground, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Of course, he didn't know the identity of this guy, otherwise, even if the value of each aerial bomb exceeded 1000 merit points, and even napalm bombs were limited equipment, he would reward him with a few without hesitation.

on the ground.

Seeing that the oncoming bullet rain was about to sweep in front of him, the old devil Zhongyuan Shengxiao still had no thought of dodging.

"Your Excellency, be careful!"

At this critical moment, the devil's adjutant who came back from the order flew towards Zhongyuan Shengxiao with sharp eyes and quick hands.

Holding him, the two devils rolled out 5 or 6 meters away on the ground together.

Just narrowly escaped the rain of machine gun bullets.

Adjutant Guizi knew what Zhongyuan Shengxiao was thinking, and seeing that he wanted to rush out to fight for his life, he suppressed the fear in his heart, hugged his thigh tightly, and comforted him hoarsely: "Your Excellency, there is an old saying in China, which is to keep the green hills. Now, don't worry about no firewood.

Although we lost the battle today.

But as long as you stay useful, you are not afraid that you will not have the opportunity to seek revenge from the Huben Regiment of the Chinese Army!

You must not be impulsive! "

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Chapter 536 Don't Lose Money

"Baga! Damn Chinaman, I will fight you!"

Sheng Xiao Zhongyuan got up from the ground fiercely, and was about to raise his gun and continue chasing forward.

Adjutant Guizi knew what Zhongyuan Shengxiao was thinking, and seeing that he wanted to rush out to fight for his life, he suppressed the fear in his heart, hugged the opponent's thigh tightly, and comforted him hoarsely: "Your Excellency, there is an old saying in China, which is to keep the green hills. Now, don't worry about no firewood.

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Although we lost the battle today.

But as long as you stay useful, you are not afraid that you will not have the opportunity to seek revenge from the Huben Regiment of the Chinese Army!

You must not be impulsive! "

In the sky.

After several rounds of bombing, it was seen that the targets on the ground had been almost destroyed, only some scattered devil soldiers were still running away.

Yang Jing gave up his plan to continue the bombing.

After all, the cheapest aerial bomb needs 1000 merit points, while an ordinary devil soldier, even a first-class soldier, is only worth 6 merit points.

Yang Jing would never do such a loss-making business.

Therefore, Yang Jing started bombing and changed it to swooping and strafing.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tug-chug-chug-chug!"

The dense rain of hot bullets, along with the strafing of the machine guns on board, kept whizzing past the heads of the little devils!

Wherever he passed, a wave of breathtaking smoke and dust was stirred up!

At this time, the devils on the garrison no longer cared about raising their guns to shoot the plane, and each of them hugged their heads like a bereaved dog, and ran away to the bunker.

I only hate my parents for giving them two legs.

"Come here first today, and come to trouble with Dog Day another day!"

Yang Jing didn't do business at a loss, and when he saw that there was no profit to be made, he turned the nose of the plane and rushed towards Liuyang.

"idiot!"

Seeing the arrogant back of No. 1 fighter plane leaving, Sheng Xiao Zhongyuan gritted his teeth angrily, his eyes widening.

Then, the old devil sat down on the ground decadently.

He has no time to listen to the battle damage reported by his subordinates, because he knows that this time it is over, it is all over.

Dozens of the 1st Flying Regiment were all destroyed in this air strike. This guilt has far exceeded the limit he can bear.

Japanese 11st Army Headquarters.

Okamura Ningji, the old devil, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping tea leisurely.

At this moment, the old devil seemed to feel that the time was almost up. He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, raised his wrist to look at him, and said, "Fujiwara-kun, count the time, the first flight group should be returning soon, right?"

The Chief of Staff Fujiwara Takeshi who was sitting next to him also raised his hand to look at the time, and replied, "Well, it should be almost there."

"If nothing else happens, the airport of the Chinese Army has already been carpet-bombed by the Imperial Army, and all fighter jets will be completely destroyed and cease to exist."

"Yo Xi!"

A chrysanthemum-like smile appeared on the corner of Neiji Okamura's mouth, and his eyes were narrowed.

"Tons, tons, tons!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

At this time, there was the sound of military boots trampling on the ground.

The two devils subconsciously raised their heads and looked out the door.

But I saw that a communication staff officer on duty appeared in the field of vision of the two of them with a translated telegram in his hand.

"Yo Xi! It really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will be here."

Neiji Okamura is a China hand, so he often speaks some ancient Chinese sayings, idioms, or allegorical sayings to show his superiority.

However, Takeshi Fujiwara clearly felt something was wrong on the communications staff officer's face.

Just as he was about to speak, the communication staff officer gave a sudden pause, and reported with an extremely solemn expression: "Your Excellency Commander, Your Excellency Chief of Staff, something is wrong, according to the caller ID of the Royal Army's 1st Flying Regiment.

The base of the 1st Flying Regiment was attacked by the Chinese Army, and all the fighter planes of the Imperial Army were destroyed. The losses were extremely heavy! "

It is worth mentioning that, originally, the phone number of the 1st Flying Regiment could directly reach the office of the old devil Neji Okamura.

However, since Zhongyuan Shengxiao's office was bombed, the telephone line was also blown up, and it could not be repaired for a while.