Li Yunlong was shocked by hosting the independent group at the beginning

A transport plane is in flight.

This transport plane came from Shancheng.

There are newspaper reporters from various places in Shancheng and the Kuomintang-controlled area, as well as the officer corps of the National Army, and even some Western reporters.

"This is?"

"Our army?"

A lieutenant general of the Central Army of the National Army said with a look of shock.

Looking down from his line of sight, the overwhelming national army displayed a murderous aura.

This kind of temperament, this kind of quality, can be seen in the Japanese army in the past, but now this group of troops actually has this kind of momentum, the kind of marching footsteps, and strong psychological quality. I can tell.

"You're wrong. Look at the flag. It's a red flag. On it are the second branch, the fourth branch, and the fifth branch of the Independent Regiment!"

An American female reporter spoke in broken Chinese.

"Yes, it is indeed an independent group!"

A major general of the Central Army of the National Army took a look and said.

At this time, the twelve generals of the national army officer corps were all shocked. These soldiers must be the former national army, but in just a few days, they were led by the independent regiment from some listless prisoners of war to a group tiger leopard.

This is something they never expected.

"It doesn't look easy to take these people away this time!"

A leading lieutenant general said with an embarrassed face.

"Amazing!"

"my God!"

"There is really an aura of invincibility and fearlessness!"

"There are so many independent regiment fighters, they are encircled by an iron wall towards the front of the army!"

"That's the fleeing islanders!"

"Awesome!"

"This group of islanders is completely surrounded!"

The American reporters shouted excitedly.

"Is that the independent regiment under our Eighteenth Army?"

"This momentum is more domineering than the national army!"

"Look, they are going to fight the little devil!"

The reporters from the mountain city were also extremely excited.

"This is a good opportunity to take pictures and observe, and it is an excellent material for reporting!"

"Li Feng, the God of War in the East, used the mobile warfare of the large corps with ease to encircle and wipe out the fleeing islanders!"

"This report will definitely sell well!"

The head of the western press corps is called Karl. Karl is a small capitalist and also a fan of photography and military affairs. At this time, all these seem to touch his heart.

"Talk to the captain, let him hover here for a while, I want to see the battle situation!"

"Look at how the God of War behaves, and how the independent regiment under the God of War kills the enemy!"

Carl screamed excitedly.

...

Soon, the news was fed back to Captain Thomson.

"You can hover here for a while, but you may encounter fighter jets from the islanders!"

Captain Thomson looked embarrassed.

Still, the scene was spectacular, and Thomson wanted to see it too.

After all, Thomson is a retired U.S. Air Force captain. To be precise, he was a professional soldier before.

For the islanders, Thomson didn't like it very much.

This group of hateful islanders stole 500 yuan from him in Jinling before, which made Thomson extremely hateful.

...

"Tuan Zuo, look, the little devil is rushing towards us!"

A captain of the second branch said loudly to He Lin.

He Lin smiled contemptuously when he saw the distressed look of the Okada brigade.

"Set up our MG34 general-purpose machine gun, and serve an appetizer to the Okada brigade!"

He Lin said lightly.

"Yes!"

Following He Lin's order, 100 MG34 general-purpose machine guns were erected, blocking the only way for the Okada brigade.

As if the throat of fate was locked, at this time, the 500 soldiers of the Machine Gun Battalion, guarding one MG34 machine gun, were like tigers waiting for their prey to take the bait, all of them were very excited.

One MG34 general-purpose machine gun, one machine gunner, two deputy shooters, and two ammunition hands.

Everything is calm and orderly, the shooting firepower will not stop, and the ammunition will not stop.

...

"Hurry up!"

"Turn into!"

Okada was exhausted at this point.

Had he known this earlier, he, Okada, would not have penetrated so far.

Not long ago, it was the thrill of killing, the motivation brought by it, and there was no threat of death at that time.