At night, Doron Airport was brightly lit, a Hercules passenger plane was slowing down on the runway, and another plane was hovering in the sky above her head to prepare for landing.

Yang Feng's guests arrived. What made him regret was that none of the fifty guerrilla advisers had ever heard of the name, but it was not surprising to think about it. Anyone who knew the name must now be at the level of the army commander, and the other party would definitely not be able to bear it.

However, what surprised him was that Sun Dianying, who was the first person to come out of the cabin, actually met him.

"Dong Shaozhong?!" The old bandit shouted as he looked at the tall and burly middle-aged man dressed up in a businessman.

"You know each other?" Yang Feng asked in a low voice.

"Fuck! It turns out to be the brigade commander under Sun Lianzhong!" The old bandit said as he met.

Yang Feng was indeed a little surprised, but he didn't expect to catch a big fish.

Of course he caught a big fish, but in fact it was Bogmolov's credit. He originally got him a division-level cadre as the leader of the advisory group, but Bogmolov felt too embarrassed and directly issued an order through the Communist International, at least at the level of the army commander.

There was a problem there. Even if the First Fourth Front Army had already joined forces, there were not many commanders in total. At this time, Dong Zhentang stood up by himself. The reason was very simple. He had been assigned to the subordinates of Brother Tao.

He was a brigade commander in the Northwest Army, so he naturally knew that it would be difficult for him to have a good life under Brother Tao. He probably would have to attack in the future and retreat in the future. Their entire 26th Route Army surrendered to the present, and the main generals were basically left with him. Since this is the case, it would be better to go to the Northeast! At least he would still fight the Japanese.

Of course, these inside stories are not something that Yang Feng can know. He knew that he had picked up a big fish, so he naturally welcomed Dong Zhentang and an old acquaintance like Sun Dianying. Although he did not belong to the same class, the two sides were still relatively harmonious.

These people are not easy either. They are skinny and malnourished for a long time, but they are in good spirits, except for a few people who are airsick.

"General Dong, it's hard for me to get you to Changbai Mountain by land. So you can only rely on air transport, so you must learn to skydiving. I will arrange someone to teach you tomorrow. In addition, what weapons are you used to using, you can directly pick them from Brother Kuiyuan." Yang Feng said at the banquet.

"No problem, since you are here, you will naturally obey Mr. Yang's arrangements." Dong Zhentang nodded.

"Okay, if General Dong is interested, I can send you to Zhangjiakou. Now many of your old people from the Northwest Army are there." Yang Feng said.

"This is not needed. We have a special identity, so it is hard to guarantee that no one will report to Nanjing. At that time, it will cause trouble for them." Dong Zhentang said bitterly, it is indeed difficult to meet. When they met Song Zheyuan and others asked him where Ji Zhentong, Huang Zhongyue, and Xiao Shijun were there? Then what answer did he give?

Yang Feng was not so vicious yet, he just said it casually. He didn't know that there was a story here, and seeing that Dong Zhentang was unwilling, he naturally didn't say anything else.

Even with Sun Dianying's place, the identity of this group of people needs to be kept confidential. In the 41st and 63rd Army, the bald man stuffed his people with various excuses. Although he couldn't make any trouble, it was okay to make a message. Yang Feng is now at a time when he has a delicate relationship with the bald man. He doesn't want to stimulate him on the most principled issues.

So Dong Zhentang and others all changed into the military uniforms of the security division and lived near the airport in the name of training. Anyway, the security division would bring a group of recruits here to train every now and then. As long as their southern accent is not exposed, it will not arouse others' suspicion.

Although I still haven't remembered who Dong Zhentang is. But when I thought of having a military commander, Yang Feng felt in a good mood. With his joy, he pulled more than 10,000 rifles and flew to the western part of Liao in the middle of the night and threw them down. After throwing the gun, he jumped back to the modern day.

Pemba, Mozambique, was rushing to the dock with Boss Yang, who was traveling thousands of miles away on Boss Yang, who didn't even care about his own private estate, and went straight to the dock under the escort of a fully armed bodyguard convoy.

He now has two docks. Dock No. 2 has just been completed. There is a Russian merchant ship sailing from Vladivostok to Cape Town, but there is a failure in the middle and has to be repaired nearby.

Of course this is just a cover. In fact, this is an arms smuggling ship. The twenty 2c3 self-propelled artillery newly ordered by Yang Feng, plus ten Shileka River four-barrel self-propelled anti-aircraft guns are all transported by this ship. In addition to these, there are heavy-line guide torpedoes used to arm the Raider and the supporting sonar system.

Then there is what Yang Feng is most looking forward to.

The armed dragon.

There are 200 rocket-type flamethrowers, fifty rocket launchers with thermostatic warheads, and a set of special fire-breathing devices. This is a fire-breathing tank from the old weapons sealed by the Russian army, and then directly removed the fire-breathing device on it. Not only can the fire-breathing distance reach one or two hundred meters, but it also has an oil storage tank weighing more than one ton. In this way, Yang Feng's dragon has two fire-breathing devices far and near.

"Very good, I just need this kind of thing!" Yang Fengmei smiled and stroked the four barrels of the self-propelled cannon, and then said to Sabrin beside him.

When he thought that he could soon use these things to rage in Tokyo, this guy couldn't help but feel a little excited. Speaking of which, as his wealth and status continued to increase, he felt more and more that he had nothing to pursue, and there was only a disaster for the Japanese to make him find the feeling of surging hearts.

With such good things to play with, he was not in the mood to delay in modern times. He transferred all arms from the closed passage between the two docks to the No. 1 dock. Then the cart locked Dock from the inside and rushed back with a full ship of arms.

Ten self-propelled artillery were distributed at Tianjin Port to Nanjing. The bald man had already delivered the supplies as payment to Peking, and was waiting for him now! He was planning to use these thirty 2c3s to form a heavy artillery regiment under the military committee, or his own direct jurisdiction.

He had purchased twenty-four 150mm heavy artillery from Germany, and the thirty-six 105mm heavy artillery sold to him by Yang Feng. He himself bought thirty-six of the same heavy artillery from Germany alone, and was also in contact with Germany to buy twenty-four 155mm heavy artillery. After doing this, Yang Feng couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The bald man is also very firepower now! I just don't know if he can use these heavy artillery well.

Of course, this is not his business, as long as the bald man is willing to pay.

The remaining arms were sent directly to Peking under the strict protection of the security division's military vehicles. Sun Liren and other officers had been waiting for it for a long time. Yang Feng had not added new weapons to the security division for a long time. He was invisible after a few days after the last time he got a rocket launcher. He asked him to sell it. Now he is dissatisfied! The arrival of ten self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery immediately excited the entire military camp.

"If I had this thing when I was chasing the Japanese army in Doron last time, I'm afraid that the Fourth Cavalry Brigade would not be able to escape!" Lao Lin, like Yang Feng, stroked the four gun barrels in turn and said with great emotion.

Yang Feng was not interested in taking care of these guys. He bought them anyway. He would play whatever he wanted. This guy drove the shuttle machine to the cargo and pulled a full car of fire-breathing devices back to the city to sleep. He was ready to take good energy and harm the Japanese.

The next day was a good weather. Before dawn, the wind started to whistle, and there was no trace of light above my head. I guess the typhoon was coming soon. Just in line with the identity of a giant dragon, Yang Feng, who had a good sleep, got up and drove out of the city and then turned into a plane to go straight to Japan. When he arrived in Tokyo, he was just dawn, and the plane turned into a dragon above the clouds instantly turned into a dragon. Then, a loud and loud dragon roar was heard as Yang Feng's excited wolf howls. He rushed away the thick clouds and rushed straight with a colorful arc.

The tranquility of Tokyo's morning was immediately broken. Without waiting for the giant dragon to appear, the dragon roar sounded in the sky, and the whole of Tokyo exploded.

The Japanese are actually very superstitious, and the rumors of irresponsible Chinese newspapers have made most Japanese believe that the dragon that died in Yingkou last summer must have been killed by the Kanto Army. Otherwise, how can we explain the inexplicable attack of the dragon on Tokyo?

Since it is a revenge for killing children, it will definitely not be solved by an attack. How can the divine beasts like the dragon be so easy to deal with. If you offend the divine power, you have to be prepared for punishment. Therefore, the people of Tokyo have been living a nervous life during this period, fearing that one day the dragon will suddenly fall from the sky.

Finally, I don’t have to worry anymore today!

Before Yang Feng could pounce on him, there were already crowds of people running away everywhere in Tokyo. There were even some superstitious old guys, one by one, lying on the ground, kowtowing and begging the dragon to calm their anger. Even the monks from the temple joined in, and of course some fools tried to be dragon-slaying warriors.

Since Ginza was destroyed last time and even the palace was almost burned by him, the Japanese military began to strengthen Tokyo's air defense. It has a large number of anti-aircraft artillery units around the palace and the main blocks, and most of them were directly introduced to Eritokon. As soon as Yang Feng's report-like dragon roar sounded, all the Japanese anti-aircraft artillery pointed to the sky. The moment the dragon appeared, hundreds of anti-aircraft artillery spewed out flames at the same time.

But unfortunately, their attack did not cause any damage to the dragon. The terrifying monster that rushed out of the clouds did not even have a pause. In the smoke of countless anti-aircraft artillery shells, they rushed to the palace below with their teeth and claws.

The Japanese army below became even more anxious. Although His Majesty the Emperor had already hid in the air-raid shelter, if the dragon was to destroy the palace, they would probably have the only way to cut off the stomach from top to bottom.

Almost all the artillery that could be obtained around the palace was shooting at the dragon frantically, as if they were angry. The dragon that was pounced on the palace roared angrily, and then turned his head and saw a thin flame spurting out of its mouth and crashing into an anti-aircraft artillery position. Then, a huge fire ball suddenly exploded, and the four anti-aircraft artillery on this position were instantly swallowed by flames.

The dragon is still nearly a thousand meters away.

It was obvious that the giant dragon had practiced a new attack spell. The unreasonable dragon did not stop at all. The same fire lights kept flying out of its mouth. At the end of each fire light was a ball of raging flames, and the anti-aircraft cannon positions around the palace were swallowed by the flames one by one.

At this time, the dragon had reached a hundred meters above the palace. Its huge body was winding and hovering. The huge dragon's mouth was slightly opened, and a blazing flame instantly spewed out. The smoke in the entire palace rolled at the end of the flames.

At this moment, Japanese planes finally appeared in the distance, and Yang Feng didn't care too much. The speed of these planes was far inferior to that of themselves, and their best weapon was nothing more than machine guns. As long as they were not directly hit by them, it would be fine. Besides, this guy was having fun now and was not willing to leave. He was no longer satisfied with spitting fire. He landed directly in the Japanese Palace, and his huge body hit and grabbed it, raging in the beautiful Japanese Palace like a super building demolition machine.

Soon after it was demolished and burned, the ancient garden turned into a ruin. At this time, the Japanese army fleet had actually reached its top, but they did not do anything except fire with machine guns without pain or itch.

Because all the pilots knew that His Majesty the Emperor and his family were hiding in a cave underground in the palace. No one knew the specific location. No matter whether they directly hit or threw bombs down, there was a danger of killing His Majesty the Emperor. On the contrary, the dragon's current actions did not pose a threat to His Majesty the Emperor.

Yang Feng didn't know this, he was curious why these planes didn't hit him! But this was of course a good thing for him, and this guy took the opportunity to completely destroy the Japanese Palace.

"It's not professional to do this! If we change to our demolition office, we'll probably finish our work now!" The man used his claws to pull down a burning wooden building, while sighing at the Japanese Palace with his claws.

Outside the palace, Lieutenant General Yanagawa was bent his waist to ninety degrees, standing next to an old man in his sixties or seventies with his face as if dead.

The old guy in the marshal's uniform stared at the burning palace and the rolling smoke, the evil monster had angered and bulging veins on his head.

"Yanagawa, do you believe there are creatures like dragons in this world?" he said gritting his teeth.

"No, Your Highness the Prince. There is no dragon in this world." Yanagawa knew that he had to die today, so he relaxed and raised his head and said with certainty.

"You are a rational person. There are indeed no dragons in this world. If I was not wrong, this should be a mechanical dragon!" the old guy said with approval.

"Mechanical Dragon?" Yanagawa exclaimed.

"This is an inference made by our scientists. The last time it attacked Ginza, a group of our scientists were nearby. They found that when the dragon was flying at high speed, countless round holes appeared in its abdomen, and there could be seen a downward airflow around it. That is to say, its flight was based on the principle of jets, and after it landed, the round holes automatically closed.

In addition, when it was spitting fire, a clearer photo showed that there was a vague figure in its mouth, and the flames were spraying out from a point in front of him, just like he was holding a flamethrower in his hand!" The old guy said lightly.

"Flamethoner? This can explain its fire-breathing principle, but what man is it actually built and who is driving it inside?" Yanagawa said.

"I don't know, from the inexplicable explosion of Hachiman Ironmaking, to the huge rock falling from the sky in the Manchu Kingdom Palace, to the dragon that ravaged our country, I always feel like a black hand is peeking at us behind the scenes." The old guy sighed and said.

He was just talking to Yanagawa, but he didn't notice that the dragon had already set his sights on him.

"Damn it! Marshal! Who is this guy?" Yang Feng held up the telescope and looked carefully in Long's mouth.

"Looking at age and military rank, is it the Xianyuan Palace Jae-in?" Yang Feng was suddenly excited. If it were really this old guy, he would have gained a lot today.

At this time, the Japanese Palace had been almost destroyed. Yang Feng immediately turned his head with a smirk, carried the bumblebee and aimed at the old guy. Then he pulled the trigger and a rocket with a firebomb flew out directly.

Just as the rocket flew out, Yanagawa just looked up. The guy reacted quickly at the young age. He immediately screamed: "Your Highness the Prince, please dodge!" Then he suddenly threw the old man under him.

The rockets flew over their heads and crashed straight into the middle of the guards behind. The huge fire ball exploded instantly, immediately swallowing up more than a dozen guards around them. The scattered flames even fell on Yanagawa's back, igniting his clothes.

Yanagawa screamed in pain by being burned, and hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames. Who knew that the fire became stronger and stronger, and soon wrapped his whole body.

The old guy had already gotten up and quickly rushed to a safe position. Then he hurriedly directed the soldiers to put out the fire for Yanagawa. As a result, the people had just walked over, and another fire light flew over, and the explosion of flames immediately swallowed them and Yanagawa at the same time.

Dozens of firemen rolled and wailed on the ground, and the Japanese soldiers around them looked at them with fear.

Yang Feng, who had almost finished playing, suddenly let out an arrogant dragon roar. His huge body bounced up from the ground like a jumping snake. The long dragon horn ruthlessly pierced a plane, and then carried the plane into the clouds like lightning. It took a long time before the plane fell from the clouds.

Yang Feng was not finished flying into the clouds. Just when all the Japanese thought he had left, the dragon had already appeared above the factory building of Hitachi Productions.

Hitachi and its boss Ayukawa provided almost all the light weapons of the Japanese invaders. Yang Feng had always been very interested in this factory. It was working hours now, and the factories were full of workers, which was just right for his favorites.

The giant dragon rushed out of the clouds, and Yang Feng carried the rocket launcher on his shoulder in the dragon's mouth.
Chapter completed!