One man and one horse stand in the wasteland.

Of course Junji Watanabe saw such an obvious goal.

Just as Lu Sanjiang imagined, the angry corners of the Japanese Navy's chief's mouth were twitching.

It was like a hungry wolf rushing into the wolf pack and suddenly saw a sheep running around without panic, but instead erecting its sharp corners at its hideous fangs.

How much the hungry wolf wanted to tear the bold sheep apart, how much Junji Watanabe wanted to shoot the man and horse who were still standing there and raised their guns into pieces with a machine gun.

For this reason, he pressed the rudder again, and the fighter lowered the altitude by 150 meters again from 500 meters, and the straight-line distance was approaching 200 meters. Junji Watanabe pulled the trigger of the machine gun.

He wanted to appreciate his masterpiece closer.

That dazzling blood flower was his answer to the so-called strength.

Why bother? As a prey, you must have the awareness of prey. Isn’t it good to die silently? Looking at the man and horse who were swept down from the ground with blood swept down, Junji Watanabe, who successfully shot the target, lamented with satisfaction.

On the ground, Lu Sanjiang was running wildly on horseback and tears were pouring in. He heard the terrible sound of machine guns and the familiar and painful neighing of the "big man". Japanese planes flew over his head at high speed, and the cavalry around him were still trying their best to escape. Everything proved that his brother had fulfilled the mission he wanted.

He did not dare to look back, not because he was afraid of being shot by the Japanese fighter jets that followed him, but because he did not dare to see his brother who had once relied on as his backer fell down.

Then he would definitely not be able to help but run back. He hoped to find his brother again, he was not that strong.

After all, he has not grown into what he has been waiting for for a long time!

"Ah!" The Chinese cavalry howled like a lonely wolf who had lost his companion in the wilderness.

But, still don't look back.

"Chinese, wait! I will tear you apart again when I come back." Junji Watanabe turned his head and looked at the Chinese cavalry who were speeding past the ground at high speed and flew to the left and right, gritting his teeth.

At this moment, he probably understood the reason why he stood alone in the wilderness, and for nothing but to attract his attention, he allowed other cavalry to escape.

And he was really fooled, and 30 bullets were wasted on this man and one horse, and he let go of the rest of the cavalry, so he could have killed more people.

The wolf, because of a sheep, gave up the flock.

The blood flowers that once made him feel extremely dazzling and stunning were actually full of irony at that moment.

It felt that the Japanese Navy's lord, who was deeply mocked, forgot to raise the nose. He was extremely alert to the ground firepower, and he originally planned to kill the stubborn man and horse and quickly lifted it back to a height of 500 meters.

On the battlefield, any trace of hesitation will lead to death, let alone forgetting.

The Japanese Grandmaster didn't know that when he took the initiative to jump down to the target and pulled the trigger at the target, the "hammer" in the woods one mile away from his plane raised his ears again and turned the dog's head to the north.

In that direction, the sound coming from was almost the same as it had heard before, and also made it feel scared.

Before the shadow of the machine was seen, the sound arrived first.

Finally, with a terrifying roar coming from the air, eight Japanese planes at a height of nearly 2,000 meters were like frightened birds, all raising the heights, and not as leisurely as before.

"Master Watanabe, the Chinese plane is here." A panicked voice suddenly rang out in the telephone in Jun Watanabe World War II.

Junji Watanabe, who had just gritted his teeth, felt cold all over and suddenly looked up at the sky.

In the north direction, ten small black dots are from far to near.

"Let's fire, fire, the whole army opens fire!" Tang Dao's eyes, which had been staring coldly at the sky, suddenly turned blood red.

A punch that hit the tree trunk beside him directly broke the trunk that was thick with an adult's calves.

He finally waited for his own fighter.

Whether it is a Japanese fighter jet at an altitude of 500 meters or 800 meters, they will involuntarily raise the nose involuntarily and rush up crazily, thus revealing their fragile belly.

He was waiting for this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three red signal flares shot into the sky with the roar of Tang Dao.

In the wilderness, gunshots like beans suddenly rang out.

Looking down from the sky, the gray field suddenly looked like a hedgehog who was awakened, and suddenly opened its thorns all over its body.

Those thorns are very sharp and very hot.

Junji Watanabe's heart, who had not yet pulled up the plane, suddenly sank.

He wasn't fooled.

Instead, he was deceived.

The Chinese are even more cunning than he imagined. They keep using their lives to consume and constantly responding to bombs and machine guns with silence, all for waiting, waiting for their own fighter planes to arrive.

Then, his sharpest fangs were revealed.

Such an army is so tough.

How cruel is such a commander?

No wonder they can withstand the attack of 100,000 troops.

"Raise and meet the enemy!" Junji Watanabe, who desperately pulled the rudder and raised his head upward, roared and ordered.

In fact, without him giving any orders, the six fighter jets that were still waiting for ground air defense firepower were already starting to lift the fighter jets with all their strength.

These elite Japanese HNA pilots heard the roar of the aircraft engines from above their heads. It was not the roar of their 96 fighter 710 horsepower Nakajima Shou 41 air-cooled engine, but the sound of their extremely familiar Hawk III engine tearing the sky and making it look dull. The Chinese fighter jets are here.

Without too much panic, these Japanese HNA pilots made a judgment in the shortest time and quickly pulled the plane to prepare to face the enemy.

Like the highest commander who jumped down from the sky, their tactical movements were extremely standard and beautiful, just like a hawk that could not be captured without making a prey. It drew a graceful curve in the low altitude, and then raised its head lightly and elegantly, without any dragging.

Even from the perspective of the opponent, even if they had just sent their seventeen cars and seventeen most resolute soldiers on the road to death, looking at the Japanese bomber formation that was suddenly attacked but was panicked but was not in a mess, Tang Dao could only give him his 'hearted' praise: "Damn it, I can't bear to throw the bomb away. I'm so arrogant!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Yes, because there are 8 companions in the sky, and 6 Japanese planes that are pulling up at high speed are not throwing down the heavy bombs under the abdomen out of confidence.

In air combat where fighter jets are, this is a completely active act of seeking to draw.

The speed and maneuverability of the fighter jets will be further reduced.

However, their supreme commander didn't care about the stupidity of them preparing to engage in air combat without discarding the bomb.

An enemy plane was attacking above and countless blazing flames were spewing below. The Japanese lord felt the coldness of the shadow of death for the first time, but he still had no despair.

There are only 10 black spots that are being enlarged, which also means that there are only 10 Chinese fighter jets coming.

However, there were 8 fighters he placed at high altitude alerts, including 6 fighters of 96 ships, and 6 96 ships in the lower 800 meters of the air. As long as they were given two minutes to lift, only 10 fighters of the Chinese would definitely become the spoils for him to lead the fighter formation.

The Japanese Grandmaster was extremely confident about this.

However, these are not so important to him at this time. If he wants to see the brilliant results, he must first escape from this deadly low altitude.

Yes, those who are qualified to taste the fruits of victory must first live.

Unlike his companions at high altitude, he was the closest to the ground and knew how dense the air-to-air firepower suddenly appeared on the ground.

It was the 19 machine guns and more than 20 anti-aircraft machine guns that were thrown along the simple highway, with a 10-mile long front, and it was also the irritating power of Japanese bombs that were forced to lurk in the woods and bushes by thousands of Chinese soldiers.

Whether it is a machine gun or a rifle, all are firing.

Tang Dao's order was not that the air defense forces opened fire, but that the entire army was the whole army.

Perhaps many rifles and light machine gun bullets are useless. Bullets that were originally shot flat on the ground with an effective range of only a few hundred meters will be unable to fall to the ground if they jump into a height of hundreds of meters, and may even become the culprit for killing themselves.

But, it doesn't matter!

At the moment when my brothers were trying hard to die to cover themselves, few people were afraid of death anymore.

As soldiers, they can accept the sacrifice of their comrades, but no one can sit and watch their comrades spend their lives like this with their day and night to exchange their death for their own lives. That is sadness and even more shame for the soldiers.

They hope to fight with their comrades and die calmly.

No one of the soldiers who rushed to the battlefield really wanted to die, but if they were really forced to that extent, they would die, so they would die!

I don’t want to die, but I’m not afraid of death! This is the real fearless army!

The advance group that tried hard to shoot every bullet in his gun into the void was like this at this moment.

He was not afraid of casualties, just to shoot a slight bullet into the sky, even if it could affect the Japanese plane running wildly at a low altitude.

On the ground, Chinese soldiers vented their anger freely.

In the void, deadly and non-fatal bullets fly freely.

In the eyes of Junji Watanabe who followed him three fighter jets, a net of death was formed.
Chapter completed!