Sheng Xiao, the commander of the Japanese 1st Flying Regiment, rushed out of the office. Looking at the fires rising and the smoke filled the airport, he immediately gritted his teeth in hatred, and his face muscles kept shaking.

It's over!

It's all over!

The old Japanese had no time to consider why the enemy fighter jets hovering in the sky could be used as bombers. He shouted to the adjutant beside him with a gloomy face: "Tell me the order to increase the prevention and control efforts, everyone will raise the gun for me and shoot the plane!"

"Hayi!"

Although I know that shooting a plane with ordinary rifles and pistols is a joke, no one dares to touch the bad intentions of Sheng Xiao in Zhongyuan at this time.

The adjutant of the Japanese responded and immediately turned around and left.

The next moment, more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers, including the logistics personnel, were sent to the open ground, and raised their guns to pull the trigger at the flying fighter plane.

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"Tututu!——"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"——"

As the dense gunfire sounded, the crossfire interception network in the sky suddenly became a little denser.

However, Yang Jing was not afraid at all. After Guo Shaoqing and others lost the bomb, they followed his orders to start returning.

Therefore, Yang Jing, who had no worries, completely let himself go.

"You little Japanese, please accept the trial!"

After a grim smile, Yang Jing pushed the joystick violently, and the nose of the No. 1 fighter plane sank, and dived towards the airport apron like a hawk fighting a rabbit.

Immediately afterwards, aviation bombs and napalm bombs were taken out of his personal space and thrown towards the ground.

"hurricane!"

"Hurricane Hurricane!"

The propeller at the tail of the bomb rubbed against the air, making a sensational scream.

A few seconds later, they fell to the ground and exploded one after another.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"——"

At the airport, some Japanese devils were blown up 5 or 6 meters high, their bodies were burning, and were lifted by air waves for more than 10 meters away.

The entire apron was filled with the Japanese's broken limbs and broken arms, as well as the wreckage of the plane.

"Uh!"

"Uh!..."

The strong smell of blood and shrill howling strongly stimulated the visual nerves of the surrounding Japanese, causing them to be in a panic and messy.

Yang Jing, who had completely tore open the seal, was like a devil from the Jiuyou Hell, and the bombs were constantly discarded like stones that were not worthy of money.

In just a blink of an eye, the Japanese devils' airport was in a catastrophe.

Turned into a sea of ​​fire, purgatory on earth.

However, the nightmare of the 1st Japanese Flying Regiment is not over yet.

After bombing the airport, Yang Jing set his sights on the Japanese air defense positions again.

"hurricane!"

"Hurricane!"

Hearing the screaming of the propeller at the tail of the bomb rubbing against the air, dozens of Japanese devils on the air defense position were immediately frightened and their faces were no longer visible.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the Japanese on the position threw away their equipment, scrambling to flee like a stray dog.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Before the Japanese on the ground could run far, a series of bombs and napalm bombs fell violently from the sky.

The worst thing is that one of the bombs landed on the ammunition box, causing the shells to explode.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"——"

A shocking explosion sounded one after another, and the entire position trembled violently.

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In the blink of an eye, the explosion of fire rushed to a height of dozens of meters, and the Japanese who were not in time to escape were devoured.

More than 10 Japanese Japanese who were close to the explosion site were blown to pieces on the spot, and their bloody limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.

The most miserable thing was the Japanese devils who had not been lit by napalm bombs. The spreading fire made their skin and skin bloom all over, and they were in extreme pain.

"Uh!"

"Uh!"

"Uh!..."

These Eastern Japanese devils were like evil ghosts punished by the fire of hell, and they let out a burst of heart-wrenching howls of pain, extremely miserable and breathtaking.

Under the strong survival, the Japanese used their hands and feet, rolled and crawled and desperately escaped from the explosion area.

Some guys rolled on the spot, trying to use this kind of method to put out the fire on their bodies.

However, the napalm attached to them is like a sticky lard ointment, so it is not so easy to extinguish.

"Ah, help me, come and save me..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

But I saw several firemen shouting desperately, their bodies twisted in pain, and they kept wriggling and struggling on the ground.

Unfortunately, all this is in vain.

These firemen struggled for a while, and soon fell to the ground and stopped moving, turning into a pile of pitch black coke.

...

On the way back.

Su Ming kept staring at the rearview mirror of the plane, but he had not noticed the No. 1 fighter jet.

He couldn't help but ask at the airborne radio with some concern: "Captain, the team leader asked us to return, why didn't he come back?"

"Will there be danger in the group pedestal?

"Do we want to pick him up?"

Guo Shaoqing said decisively: "Who is the troupe? You should be very clear. He said that we should return and we will take the order and go."

"With the ability of the regiment, if he wants to leave, even the Emperor of the Devil can't stop him.

If we go back, it may cause trouble for the group."

Su Ming didn't say anything more.

...

The picture is brought back to the 1st Flight Regiment's headquarters.

Looking at the messy apron, there was no intact fighter jet.

Sheng Xiao of Zhongyuan has the desire to die.

Without fighter jets, can the 1st Flight Regiment still be called the 1st Flight Regiment?

At this time, the damn fighter plane in the sky dived towards him again.

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da da da da!"——"

The dense rain of bullets continued to pour out from the onboard machine guns, and like plowing the ground, smoke and dust were pulled up on the ground.

However, the old Japanese did not choose to avoid it, but angrily pulled out his waist and used a gun.

"Come on, damn Chinese, let's make a break!"

"Baoba!——"

After saying that, the old Japanese pulled the trigger angrily.

"hehe!"

Yang Jing also discovered Zhongyuan Shengxiao on the ground, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Of course, he didn't know the identity of this guy. Otherwise, even if the value of each bomb exceeded 1,000 merit value, and even napalm bombs were limited to limited equipment, he would have rewarded him with a few without hesitation.
To be continued...