Hawk III, who rushed out of the bullets, turned a big turn ahead!

The two pilots, who were already exhausted in the sky, stopped for a while and entered the low altitude, and their squadron leader was waiting for them.

After the three fighter jets merged into one place, they roared from three kilometers away and jumped down to a low altitude of less than 200 meters from a distance, connecting the head to the tail into a straight line, maintaining a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour. Although it is still fast enough, it is already the minimum necessary lift speed for the aircraft.

Three fighter jets arranged in a row flew over the Chinese infantry shouting. In the cabin, three pilots held the rudder with their left hand and slowly raised their right hand, raising them towards the tip of their eyebrows.

That was the Chinese Air Force's greeting to the Chinese Army, thanking them for their full help, otherwise this time, they would definitely have only one ten remaining.

Losing all comrades is more terrifying than death!

Otherwise, Ao Xiao Changtian's Air Force would never have done such a move after the oil and fuel have approached the critical value of return after the fierce battle.

The distance of 200 meters is enough for the soldiers on the ground to see their salute posture, even if Hawk III is moving forward like lightning.

That is the friendship between soldiers.

"Salute!" Lei Xiong roared wildly.

Thousands of ground troops raised their right hands to the three Chinese fighter jets passing through the patrol, including the cavalry who were still riding on horseback.

This is a return gift, and a salute.

It was the Chinese infantry who paid their most sincere respect to their comrades in the sky.

Without their life-sacrificing, most of the thousands of abandoned children here today have no chance to raise their arms to pay tribute.

It was these warriors in the blue sky who left their hope of life to them.

"The Chinese Air Force pays tribute to the Chinese infantry guarding the land; the Chinese Army pays tribute to the Chinese Air Force defending the blue sky! This should be the most moving way to celebrate victory I have seen in my life!

Yes, only by paying tribute and military salute to their respective heroes can we express the hope of these Chinese soldiers for victory.

Even in the future, the people in this space will become heroes like their comrades. I believe that no one will forget this morning.

The sun rises, but the sun flag falls violently!

This is what they, in heaven and earth, earned with their brave sacrifices.

Moreover, I dare to conclude that these people who raised their arms high will definitely not fear death like their fellow comrades who can no longer raise their arms!

Because of this country and people!”

Dan Tai Mingyue wrote so passionately in her battlefield diary.

However, after all, she still had a thought that she had not recorded in her diary. She watched her hero standing in the middle of the wilderness, her body was as straight as pine, and a smile of victory appeared on her face, but a deep sadness surged in her eyes.

For the first time in her life, she felt so close to him, but so far away.

On the battlefield, we have won. But where do those heroes have their souls? Their mothers, wives and children can no longer wait for their return.

In particular, the dead soldiers were under his military order, not moths, but took the initiative to fight the fire.

As the commander, how sad he feels!

At this moment, he must need comfort. Dan Tai Mingyue actually had an impulse to hold the iron-hard soldier in front of him in his arms, tell him about his past, chatting gently, watching him fall asleep, like a mother holding a child.

Yes, Dan Tai Mingyue’s female intuition is very correct. At this time, Tang Dao is in an important stage of turning from a soldier to a general.

As the best individual soldier, he can do his best to win ten, and he can choose to put himself in the most dangerous situation, even if it is a life-threatening life, just to win the final victory.

But the times create heroes, and the interweaving of time and space that cannot be explained by science brought him to this era. He is no longer a simple Chinese soldier. He grew up in constant fierce battles and eventually became a commander who can command hundreds or even thousands of officers and soldiers.

The cruel battlefield forced him to make cruel choices, and in order to win, someone must sacrifice. Even if he knew very well that for this national war, everyone could sacrifice, including two lieutenant generals, including himself.

But before that, more lives must disappear before them.

The commander's first responsibility is to win the war. Therefore, Tang Dao must learn to give up, including giving up the life of his comrades in a very cruel way.

It is actually different to take the initiative to lead three thousand people to death and issue military orders to allow dozens or even hundreds of people to advance against Japanese bombs and bullets.

The situation on the battlefield changes, and a dead end is not necessarily a dead end, but advancing towards the bomb is bound to die.

More importantly, no matter how huge the sacrifice was, he was with them. When he was in the game, he naturally didn't have to experience the sadness that drove his comrades to work hard.

The results of the battle were brilliant. 15 Japanese planes were shot down, which could even shake the Japanese military. The Chinese military and civilians would definitely be greatly inspired by it.

But so what? That was the result of more than a hundred living lives.

At the moment when everyone was celebrating, Tang Dao's heart was actually extremely fragile and bleak.

But this is also something he must experience and overcome. If he cannot bear this, just like Colonel Xie's evaluation of him, he can only be an excellent battalion company commander.

To grow, soldiers must learn to accept sacrifices and accept that the people they are familiar with will leave them one by one and never return.

To grow up, a general must learn to be cruel and even cruel, and cruelly put his fresh lives into a meat grinder-style battlefield.

If you want to protect life, you must first have a paradise of life.

The dove of peace soaring in the sky, in an era when everyone needs to survive, is destined to be a dish on the dinner table.

This is the price of growth!

Although this price is extremely cruel!

However, Tan Tai Mingyue was also rational enough that she did not comfort him because she knew that Tang Dao didn't have much time to repair his sadness at this time.

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Three fighter jets in the air flew over the ground battlefield at a low altitude. They saluted the troops on the ground, but actually said goodbye to their comrades.

There were Japanese and Chinese on the ground. Five of the ten fighter planes crashed here, and five Chinese pilots were buried in this land.

After making the final farewell, three fighter planes roared into the sky and flew towards Jinling.

Tan Tai Mingyue told Tang Dao, who had recovered from calmness, about the name of the ace pilot of the "Eight Star" fighter jet.

For the little butterfly from the future, the name of "Zhao Zilong in the Sky" is naturally well-known. It is only a blessing to be able to see his style here and fight side by side with him!

However, Dan Tai Mingyue actually felt a deep feeling of sadness in Tang Dao's eyes.

Could it be that Hawke III was injured by bullets under his military order?

Dan Tai Mingyue was very smart, she guessed the appearance of the matter.

The "Gangnan Earth Helmet" was indeed inflicted in this round of "Fire at Me".

In the unseen cabin, the Chinese ace pilot's thigh was actually bleeding.

Hawke III was hit at least seventy or eighty heavy machine gun bullets, and the cabin position in the front of the aircraft was even more severely affected. Thanks to the American cowboy leading the "bathtub" cockpit, most of the bullets shot from the lower part did not penetrate the bulletproof steel plate.

But the bulletproof board is not omnipotent. In the end, there are bullets shot in from the oblique direction, but the terrible jumping formed by not hitting the human body rolled and hit Le Yiqing's thigh.

A blood hole as thick as a cigar appeared on his thigh. If it was two centimeters more, it would hit the artery. Then the Chinese ace pilot might not have the chance to salute the army on the ground and pay tribute to his compatriots.

But this doesn't matter.

What’s important is that the little butterfly who traveled through time and space knew that in that time and space, this ace pilot who terrified the Japanese navy and army pilots would die in the sky over Jinling 20 days later.

At that time, the Chinese Air Force had only two remaining fighter jets able to fight.

With dozens of dollars, they still destroyed two Japanese planes, and then fell into the beloved Chinese blue sky.

Will he still have such a fate this time?

Tang Dao doesn't know.

He didn't know if he had the chance to go side by side with this best Chinese pilot again.

Maybe this farewell will never happen.

The only thing Tang Dao can be sure of is that the fate of Songjiang Army has changed.
Chapter completed!