"God! What did I see?

Is this a yellow-faced Superman fighting our Uncle Sam's house? Tell me why even a 20mm-caliber cannon hit them, it can't stop them?"

In the mouth of Lieutenant Justin, the pilot of the Mustang fighter.

Because it was so unbelievable, Digu said this.

Mainly, now he was already taking the time to turn his head and look at the ground while climbing with the fighter plane, and then he happened to see the swordsman being beaten up.

The black Chinese medicine doctor was also knocked to the ground, but in a blink of an eye he got up from the ground and continued to charge forward.

Suddenly, such an unscientific Changmin made it feel that the three views that it had only developed for nearly thirty years were broken at this moment.

(The first generation Superman comic was born in Uncle Sam's house in 38 years, and it is quite famous, so the above statement is not a bug)

For a moment, Lieutenant Justin thought about what he had happened in the past few days, and his mind became a little terrible.

Mainly starting a few days ago, on the channels where their pilots contacted the ground, there were almost always ground troops calling them frantically, requiring them to provide attack support against the ground.

Or maybe it is a different saying that in the current situation of joining Guo’s army, they are all in a fleeing environment.

These air force pilots seem to be the hardest-working group of people.

Because they need to take off and land continuously, and use a large number of aviation bombs, napalm bombs, as well as strafed bullets and machine guns to provide fire support and cover for ground forces.

But even so, under the astonishing amount of ammunition, the Volunteer Army soldiers were still fighting.

So many air force pilots who participated in World War II and fought with German sticks and the Japanese were actually surprised in their hearts:

Are these volunteers, aren’t they flesh and blood bodies, or are they made of special materials?

Because in their opinion, under their bombardment, the positions can no longer allow normal humans to survive in such an environment.

But after every bombing, there will always be people who will continue to fire on the broken positions, and continue to block the poor ground troops.

If they use such an air strike based on their past combat experience.

Whether it is the bearded men, the SARs who claim to be fearless; or the Japanese who cut their stomachs at any time under the brainwashing of Bushido.

The above powerful people have long surrendered, or their entire army has been destroyed.

However, after meeting these volunteer soldiers, the support often ends once, and soon they will receive reports from the ground forces.

As he said something, the enemy troops on the position appeared again, and they needed to attack again to cover the firepower.

And the current scene just reminded Justin suddenly of Superman, this adjective that is more vivid to these oriental men.

But what these soldiers’ pilots don’t know in their hearts is that there is no superman in this world.

Just some ordinary people, for their wives and children, live a simple life on the bed, and for the sake of their peace of mind and dignity, they can farm with peace of mind and dignity, such small wishes that they cannot imagine.

I am willing to give up everything, bear everything, and do things like superhuman.

The amazement from Justin's mouth was clearly transmitted through the internal channel to the sky above Songgu Peak, and the ears of other pilots.

Perhaps those people have seen too many similar scenes in these days, so they became silent after being shocked.

The original sounds of driving continued to rush and the channel began to quiet down.

It was facing such an opponent. These prides in the air in Uncle Sam's family felt that they were so powerless and the advanced plane they were flying.

Perhaps they have vaguely realized that they will never be able to defeat such an opponent.

Even if they have weapons and equipment that are almost half a century ahead of their opponents; in terms of industrialization, they have surpassed their opponents for many years.

They even lost the courage to continue fighting for a short period of time...

*******

The plane in the sky ceased, which was naturally the best news for Hu Biao and others; unfortunately, in a blink of an eye, such peace was broken.

A sinister voice, with a fierce ferocity from hell, sounded in the pilot channel:

"I don't know if they are Superman, but I know that the squadron leader I respect most, and my best brother, are all dead in their hands.

So, even if they are Superman, they will definitely be sent to hell."

After hearing such a voice, everyone realized that this should be the pilot of the A-1 Day Raider, Lieutenant John of the 127th Air Brigade.

When he said these things, John was already flying his ‘AH236’ painted plane and dived towards the staggering figure on the ground.

After reaching the same position, he dropped a napalm bomb hanging from the left wing.

At this time, the countdown in Hu Biao and others' heads was already in the cold mechanical sound by the system, and it was counted as a number such as "44 seconds".

The black Chinese medicine doctor is about twenty-two or three meters away from the location where Zhang Quansheng is.

This is also the closest distance between the Zhongzhou team and Zhang Quansheng.

It was not Hu Biao and others who stood still, leaving them seriously injured, and the staggering black Chinese medicine doctor rushed towards Zhang Quansheng alone.

Because when Hu Biao and the others were attacking the F9F Black Panther carrier-based aircraft, other aircraft had already dived down and fired and suppressed them strongly.

While they are dodging in a mess, they are unable to move forward at all.

Even at this moment, I could only see a napkin burner falling to the ground, and a huge flame immediately appeared, which completely wrapped the black traditional Chinese medicine doctor's stumble.

In the end, the figure of the black Chinese medicine doctor disappeared into the flames.

It seems that the attempt of Zhan Song and Hei Traditional Chinese Medicine can only end in this way with great regret.

One of the tasks in the third phase of the Zhongzhou team is about to fail, and will soon receive a serious punishment of randomly erasing ten people and being unable to resurrect...

"Bai Xiang, Lao Hei, are you having babies? My air defense firepower is coming, you are just firing."

At the top of his lungs, Hu Biao cursed this.

He actually knew that in such a short time, he wanted to grab an M19 self-propelled cannon intact, and drive it to the top of the mountain to set it up and lock the target and fire.

It takes a considerable amount of time, which is far from being as simple as it sounds.

However, Hu Biao knew it, but understood it, so what's wrong with him now.

As the commander of the team, he would never see the ten people under him being wiped out forever.

He cannot accept the consequences of being erased forever, whether it is an old bird who has been together for many days or a rookie who has only joined this time.

If this is the case, he would rather die by himself.

With such an idea, Hu Biao was ready to fight to the death.

He was about to risk the dense bullets that were constantly being fired down in front of him, and the fire dragon that was igniting because of the napalm bomb.

He rushed in desperately and rushed to Zhang Quansheng.

Even though he actually didn't know whether he could save Zhang Quansheng with some simple battlefield first aid methods he had been temporarily trained several times.

But no matter what, it is better than him doing nothing now, just hiding here and watching the team members be erased.

Besides! In his eyes, Zhang Quansheng is still a child.

However, the moment he stood up, the AT beside him was fast-witted and holding Hu Biao's body tightly.

Just when Hu Biao thought that AT would yell, "You are the commander, I'll do it," the little white-collar worker said another statement:
Chapter completed!