Pan Yongshan, the captain, was currently flying a fighter jet from the Special Operations Brigade.

He was flying second to last in the entire squadron.

Jing and Bi, who were flying the slowest and were injured, were currently descending to make an emergency landing.

The Japanese fighter squadron was chasing behind Pan Yongshan's entire flight squadron.

Leading the charge were Kazayama Futaro, Hatsuta Yuki, and Misaka Shuki.

They were the first echelon to catch up, followed by four fighter jets from the Shiba Reo squadron.

Behind them were nine fighter jets led by Captain Funakura Takuya.

Further back were twenty-four bombers following the fighter jets.

The bombers had much larger and heavier fuselages, so their flight speed was a bit slower.

The entire Japanese flight squadron had just begun chasing the Nationalist planes, leaving the bombers behind.

Lin Fan watched as the Japanese planes entered his firing range. To prevent them from escaping,

he targeted the furthest echelon, Captain Funakura Takuya's squadron.

Within that echelon, Captain Funakura Takuya was flying at the front, making him Lin Fan's first target.

Guan Guohao now had nothing to do. He had been somewhat afraid when he saw so many Japanese planes coming.

But seeing the Special Operations Brigade soldiers on both sides of the road, not dodging or flinching,

and the brigade commander not ordering the soldiers to hide or take cover,

even the officers and soldiers at the heavy artillery positions were just nervously watching the sky like him,

with no one running to hide from the planes,

Guan Guohao was afraid of being laughed at for being cowardly, so he could only persevere here.

He could only concentrate on watching the planes in the sky.

Then Guan Guohao saw a scene he would never forget:

He saw one of the planes in the distant sky suddenly explode.

"Hit!"

"Hit!"

Many Special Operations Brigade soldiers cheered.

Guan Guohao was one of them.

While cheering, Guan Guohao suddenly noticed a miracle: the brigade commander had clearly only fired one shell.

One Japanese fighter had already exploded in mid-air.

But now, two more fighters were trailing black smoke and plummeting rapidly.

It was obvious that those two planes were finished as well.

Lin Fan fired two more shots, taking down the two furthest enemy planes.

The three planes flying at the very front of Captain Funakura Takuya's squadron

now spotted an anti-aircraft gun firing from the ground.

Kazayama Futaro, Hatsuta Yuki, and Misaka Shuki immediately began to dive.

From a distance, the machine guns on their fighter jets began to fire.

Although the distance was still very far, and the machine gun bullets couldn't possibly reach that far,

the pilots in these three planes didn't mind wasting a little ammunition.

As they began to dive, Lin Fan was rapidly adjusting the gun barrel.

Three shells were fired in quick succession.

Then, after a pause, he adjusted his position again, this time firing at the remaining fighter jets in the distance.

Lin Fan was overthinking it: none of the Japanese fighter jets today were trying to escape.

They were all trying to catch up with the slowing Nationalist planes.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, they were unwilling to abandon the prey they had already tasted.

Jing and Bi finally stopped their plane.

But he was unable to get out of the plane on his own.

Doctors and nurses immediately climbed up a ladder.

They helped Jing and Bi out of the plane and cleared an area on the side of the road.

A wartime hospital was set up right there, and surgery began on him.

His plane, which was stopped on the road, was pushed to the side by soldiers from the Sixth Regiment.

The temporary runway was cleared again, ready for fighter jets to land.

Not far away, soldiers from the Sixth Regiment were working hard to level an area.

They would move the three fighter jets that had made emergency landings here over there.

Seeing that someone was injured, Guan Guohao stopped watching Lin Fan shoot down Japanese planes.

He rushed down quickly to see who was injured and how they were doing!

By the time he reached the side of the road, Jing and Bi had already been carried onto a makeshift operating table.

Soldiers were stationed every ten meters around, forbidding anyone from approaching.

The reason given was: surgery was in progress, and approaching would risk infecting the wounded.

This was a powerful enough reason that no one dared to approach.

In reality, even if someone wanted to approach, the sentries wouldn't let them pass.

When Guan Guohao had run down just now, he had heard constant explosions in the air.

But his heart was with his comrade, and after running over, he couldn't see his comrade with his own eyes.

He could only ask those who had just seen him how badly the wounded man was hurt.

Someone immediately said, "His entire pants were soaked with blood, the target inside was full of blood.

It was awful!"

As they were talking, two of the nurses who were performing the surgery suddenly came out.

One nurse asked loudly, "Is there anyone with type O blood? The wounded man needs a transfusion,

who has type O blood?"

Guan Guohao immediately raised his hand. "I do!"

The nurse asked seriously, "Are you sure? If the blood type is different, it could kill him."

It wasn't that Ji Jiahen didn't trust Guan Guohao, but in the current army, many soldiers probably didn't even know what blood type was.

And this person was standing up and saying he was type O.

Guan Guohao had no choice but to say, "I'm a pilot, we had tests done in the hospital."

Hearing him say that, another nurse immediately led him inside.

From beginning to end, this nurse didn't say a word.

Many soldiers surrounded Ji Jiahen:

"I don't know what blood type I am, but I'm healthy!

Draw my blood, there's definitely enough."

"Draw mine!"

"Draw mine!"

These soldiers all rolled up their sleeves, eager to donate blood.

Ji Jiahen said sternly, "Line up! Get in line! One at a time, check your blood type first.

Only people with the same blood type can donate blood!"

Guan Guohao, who had been led to the operating table, recognized Jing and Bi at a glance.

He asked, "How is he?"

A somewhat unfamiliar voice said, "Too much blood loss, a transfusion and he'll recover."

The voice was obviously that of a foreigner.

Guan Guohao wondered why the doctor's voice sounded so strange.

Taking a closer look, he immediately recognized that this must be a Japanese! No, he should be called a Japanese person.

How could there be a Japanese person in the Special Operations Brigade?

Guan Guohao was a little puzzled, but these were details, not important.

What was important was how Jing and Bi was doing.

Guan Guohao continued to ask, "How bad is his injury, can he still fly?"

"The injury is very serious, but he'll be as good as new when he recovers."

The nurse who had brought him in pointed to another makeshift wooden bed, signaling him to lie down.

Soon, Guan Guohao and Jing and Bi's arms were connected by a rubber tube.

The blood from his body was flowing into Jing and Bi.

At this time, Guan Guohao could still hear the sound of artillery fire in the distance.

The sound of planes exploding in the sky, the cheers of the crowd.

The noise outside was in stark contrast to the quietness of the operating room.

Kazayama Futaro, Hatsuta Yuki, and Misaka Shuki, the three fastest-flying Japanese pilots, were maneuvering their fighter jets to dive towards the Special Operations Brigade's heavy artillery position.

After Lin Fan fired three shells, three fireballs erupted almost simultaneously.

Even though it was morning and the sun was shining brightly, the three fireballs in mid-air were very eye-catching.

After shooting down the three fighter jets diving towards the position, Lin Fan turned his attention to the six remaining fighter jets in Captain Funakura Takuya's squadron in the distance.

The entire Funakura Takuya squadron consisted of twelve fighter jets. In less than two minutes, Lin Fan had directly blown up four of them.

Two fighter jets crashed into the wreckage of Captain Funakura Takuya's blown-up fighter jet.

Having already been injured and crashed, Lin Fan now had to shoot down the remaining six fighter jets in the distance.

After Captain Funakura Takuya was blown up, Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro immediately took over command.

He shouted, "Attack! Attack! Attack their anti-aircraft position!"

Although the captain had already died honorably, Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro had also seen that there was only one anti-aircraft gun on the Nationalist position.

As long as that annoying anti-aircraft gun could be taken out, this would still be Imperial territory.

When Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro saw the three diving fighter jets all get blown up,

he began to panic.

He nervously issued a new order: "Squadron Leader Shiba Reo, immediately lead your squadron to continue the attack."

Of all the Japanese fighter jets in the sky right now, Squadron Leader Shiba Reo's four fighter jets were the closest to the Special Operations Brigade's heavy artillery position.

Squadron Leader Shiba Reo already wanted to withdraw from the battle. Anji was not their squadron's combat objective.

He had only been lured over by two Special Operations Brigade fighter jets.

However, now that Squadron Leader Shiba Reo's squadron had waded into this muddy water, it was clearly impossible to escape directly.

Squadron Leader Shiba Reo could only order, "You've all seen the position of that anti-aircraft gun!

Attack separately!"

In any case, the enemy only had one anti-aircraft gun. Squadron Leader Shiba Reo had decided to use one plane as cannon fodder.

The other three would attack from different directions.

He refused to believe that the anti-aircraft gun below could be in multiple places at once to deal with his multiple attacks!

Let's see how it deals with his multi-pronged attack!

Captain Pan Yongshan followed the squadron flying in front over the Special Operations Brigade's heavy artillery position. These pilots

didn't forget to wag their wings three times to pay their respects to the man operating the anti-aircraft gun below.

Now the Special Operations Brigade's fighter jets had turned in the air and were flying back.

There were too many Japanese planes chasing behind them, so they didn't dare to fly too far: without Lin Fan's protection, these planes would eventually be caught up and shot down by the Japanese.

Guo Qiyi was the first to turn, and he was also the first to notice the change in the battlefield situation.

Just turning around, he saw that the Japanese who were chasing his fighter jets had suddenly decreased by more than half.

The closest Japanese fighter jets had already given up chasing his planes.

They were spreading out and attacking the heavy artillery position.

The Japanese fighter jets further away were constantly exploding like fireworks.

Guo Qiyi shouted excitedly, "Captain! The Japanese are done for! The Japanese are done for!"

By the time he reacted, all five fighter jets in the squadron had turned around.

They all saw the Japanese planes quickly decreasing in number, one by one.

Captain Pan Yongshan immediately ordered, "Bypass this battlefield and attack the Japanese bombers.

He had already seen that the brigade commander's tactic of attacking the furthest first and then the nearest

was clearly to prevent any Japanese fighter jets from escaping.

Since that was the case, his fighter jets wouldn't join in the fun.

They were going to attack the Japanese bomber group that was still far away. For those bombers, fighter jets were their natural enemy.

Although there were many Japanese bombers and few fighter jets in his squadron,

it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

Would they care about the number of sheep?

Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro once again saw Yuzawa Yuto and Otagiri Keita in front explode into flames.

This was already the eighth fighter jet to be shot down.

Now Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro finally recognized the situation and quickly ordered, "Retreat! Retreat! Leave this airspace!

Squadron Leader Endo Haruto! Squadron Leader Endo Haruto! Please turn around immediately and head towards Hangzhou.

Change the mission and bomb Hangzhou!

Bomb Hangzhou immediately!"

His flight squadron had been bombing Hangzhou since morning.

It was completely fine to have this bomber group bomb the Nationalist positions in the direction of Hangzhou.

The bomber group was completely familiar with bombing Hangzhou!

It had to be said that Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro's strategic vision was still very sharp.

The entire bomber group had twenty-four bombers. If so many bombers flew back to Hongqiao Airport with bombs,

the heavy load during landing could easily cause accidents.

Having this bomber group go to Hangzhou to bomb the places that had already been bombed twice today

was better than a wasted trip.

His order had been issued, but he didn't know if Squadron Leader Endo Haruto had received it.

Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro had no way of knowing.

His order had been given, but before he could give any more instructions, he was blown up by Lin Fan.

After Lin Fan shot down all six fighter jets in the distance this time, he began to deal with the last four remaining fighter jets in the Shiba Reo squadron.

Pilot Akita Shoma insisted on attacking from the front. He was one of the last four remaining pilots.

Attacking from the front didn't require detours or adjustments, so he was now facing Lin Fan directly.

He was the most threatening plane to Lin Fan.

Akita Shoma dived towards Lin Fan, and the machine gun on his fighter jet opened fire.

The sporadic muzzle flashes could be seen from time to time, even in the sunlight.

Lin Fan only slightly adjusted the muzzle, raised the gun barrel a little, and fired.

After the shell was fired, Lin Fan didn't hesitate and immediately began to turn the anti-aircraft gun.

Squadron Leader Shiba Reo and Chiba Daisuke were both going around to the west to attack Lin Fan.

Just now on the radio, the Shiba Reo squadron had heard Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro's retreat order.

But the entire Shiba Reo squadron had all entered the attack position and couldn't turn back.

Most importantly, Squadron Leader Shiba Reo had realized one thing from the past few minutes of fighting.

If the anti-aircraft gun below wasn't destroyed, none of the planes that entered its range could escape.

He believed that his entire squadron couldn't escape the range of this gun.

Therefore, Squadron Leader Shiba Reo could only make a desperate gamble.

The last few fighter jets in Squadron Leader Shinomia Ryotaro in the distance had used the cost of six planes

to buy a little time for the Shiba Reo squadron. Just now, Akita Shoma had also bought some time for Squadron Leader Shiba Reo and Chiba Daisuke.

Squadron Leader Shiba Reo had already seen the anti-aircraft gun on the ground turning, turning towards his direction.

The time that those planes had bought wasn't enough. Estimating the distance between his plane and the anti-aircraft gun below,

Squadron Leader Shiba Reo realized: It was over! The distance was still at least a thousand meters away.

Although machine gun bullets could reach the ground from the air, even if Amaterasu came, it would be powerless beyond a distance of two thousand meters.

Even though he understood his fate, Squadron Leader Shiba Reo still calmly ordered, "Nakazumi-kun! We'll buy you two seconds!

You must take down this demon!"

The demon in his eyes, Lin Fan, smiled and fired two shells.

Then, while adjusting the direction and angle of the gun, Lin Fan had time to look at the sky in the distance.

Five black dots were flying towards Hangzhou.

Although he couldn't clearly see which planes they were,

Lin Fan was very clear in his mind: those five planes were the Special Operations Brigade's fighter jets.

He also understood their target: the Japanese bombers further away.

Now that only the last Japanese fighter jet was left, Lin Fan quickly adjusted the angle of the anti-aircraft gun and fired the last shot of this aerial battle.

Nakazumi Ryo had never shouldered such a heavy mission. Fifteen fighter jets were buying him time and opportunity,

all to destroy the anti-aircraft gun below.

Such a burden made Nakazumi Ryo instantly feel his shoulders and plane become heavy.

Now he had the same feeling as Squadron Leader Shiba Reo: time was always short by a few seconds, and the distance was always a little too far.

If possible, if only: Nakazumi Ryo was now willing to use his entire family to exchange for time to stop for five seconds.

Time didn't stop for him, and the shell arrived as scheduled.

After shooting down the last enemy plane,

the soldiers at the Eighth Regiment's heavy artillery position and the soldiers from the Sixth Regiment on the road all cheered.

Lin Fan simply ordered Feng Junya, "Pay attention to assisting the Third and Fourth Regiments' attack.

I'm going to hunt down those escaping Japanese bombers."

After saying that, Lin Fan strode towards the temporary runway below.

When Ye Dadan saw the brigade commander running over quickly, he hurried to meet him. "Brigade commander! Any instructions?"

Lin Fan said, "The Sixth Regiment is the reserve force for the attack on Anji, be ready to go to the front line at any time.

Now organize people to push that fighter jet onto the runway, I'm going to take off."

"Yes!"

Ye Dadan immediately directed the soldiers to push out the fighter jet that Lin Fan pointed out.

Lin Fan strode towards the temporary operating room. Just as he reached the door, he was stopped.

"Brigade commander! Surgery is in progress inside. If you go in now, you might infect the wounded."

Lin Fan looked at Ji Jiahen who had stopped him and nodded. "I'm not going in! I'm just asking, how are the wounded inside?"

Ji Jiahen said, "After the transfusion, the wounded is no longer in danger. The wounded man lost too much blood and needs to continue the transfusion."

Guan Guohao had already finished donating blood and came out.

Seeing Lin Fan being stopped by the nurse, he hurried to Lin Fan. "Brigade commander!

The wounded man is Jing and Bi, injured in the thigh.

He didn't injure the bone, he was just injured for too long and couldn't bandage the wound during the battle.

He lost too much blood. After I gave him a transfusion just now, he could speak.

The doctor said that as long as he gets a little more blood, he can be transferred to the rear."

Lin Fan nodded. "After his surgery is done, tell him that the Special Operations Brigade has avenged him.

Now I'm going to collect some interest."

Guan Guohao immediately said, "Brigade commander! Let me go, just now my plane was damaged and I couldn't fly.

I'm fine, I can still fly."

Ji Jiahen said coldly, "You just donated blood and need to rest for a day.

You can't do heavy work or exert yourself."

Guan Guohao was furious. "You little nurse, you can control your operating room.

Can you control everything?"

Ji Jiahen sneered. "You came out of the operating room, so you're under my control for this day.

If I say you can't do heavy work, you can't do heavy work."

Lin Fan smiled and affirmed, "Listen to the expert!"

Without paying any attention to Guan Guohao's pleading gaze, he walked towards the plane that had been pushed onto the runway.

Guan Guohao hurried over. "Brigade commander! I've been to Deqing and Hangzhou.

I'm familiar with that area, let me go!"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "What a coincidence, I also went to Deqing and Hangzhou yesterday, I even went to Hangzhou Bay."

Guan Guohao immediately remembered what those Special Operations Brigade trainees had said when he was taking a walk at Guangde Airport this morning.

Yesterday they had flown a bomber and blown up a Japanese warship.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel dejected: his comrades were all fighting on the front lines, but he could only wait here.

Guan Guohao could only step aside awkwardly.

Lin Fan looked at him. "Your own plane, if you don't fix it, what are you waiting for?"

Guan Guohao subconsciously replied, "There are mechanics to fix it."

After he finished speaking, he remembered that the Special Operations Brigade even borrowed pilots, so where would they get any mechanics?

But he immediately became happy: he would fix it himself, and he could fly into the sky once it was fixed.

He felt like he had found a way to participate in the battle immediately.

Guan Guohao immediately ran towards his plane, and even called a few Special Operations Brigade soldiers along the way to help.

Endo Haruto couldn't understand how the entire Funakura squadron of twelve fighter jets, plus the six fighter jets from the Shiba Reo squadron that had temporarily joined,

a total of eighteen fighter jets, could all be shot down by the Nationalist forces in Anji.

The Nationalist forces clearly only had six fighter jets!

Even though he had already led the entire bomber group to turn towards Hangzhou, Endo Haruto's question still hadn't been answered.

He had been rampaging through this country with this bomber group for four months.

They had always completed their missions perfectly. Today was the first time they had encountered a situation where they had already flown over the combat target and then temporarily changed the bombing target.

When had the Nationalist air force become so strong?

The bombers were fully loaded, so they flew a little slower.

The distance from Anji to Deqing was too short.

Even though the bombers were flying slowly, they still arrived at the battlefield and began to dive.

The Nationalist soldiers who had watched the Japanese planes leave half an hour ago suddenly saw a mass of dark planes returning.

This time there were even more than last time.

The trenches and fortifications that these Nationalist soldiers had just repaired were once again blown up by the bombs dropped by the Japanese planes.

"A war where we can only be beaten and can't fight back is too frustrating."

They didn't have any anti-aircraft weapons here. Not to mention anti-aircraft guns, they didn't even have anti-aircraft machine guns.

The Nationalist soldiers of the 106th Division could only silently endure the bombing by the Japanese planes.

Captain Pan Yongshan, leading his five fighter jets, finally caught up with the Japanese bombers in Deqing.

At this time, the Japanese bomber group had already dispersed.

They had spread out to various defense lines throughout Hangzhou and began to bomb.

These bombers from Endo Haruto's squadron weren't here for the first time.

Today was their third time, and they all had their own targets.

Uekisato Ryota, Toyota Rikuo, and Amagane Kamesuke were bombing on the Deqing defense line.

Pilot Uekisato Ryota had just finished diving and dropping bombs and was pulling the plane up

when a fighter jet suddenly darted out from the side and opened fire on him without saying a word.

Countless machine gun bullets instantly hit the cabin of Uekisato Ryota's bomber.

There were four other crew members on his plane.

Saijo Tetsuya watched in horror as a fighter jet flew over from the side.

The bullets spitting from the machine gun in front of the nose all hit his plane.

The bomber, which had just begun to climb, was like a snake that was raising its head and had been hit seven inches away.

It suddenly went limp. The entire bomber didn't rise but fell.

Now that the bomber was originally flying at a low altitude, it suddenly plummeted to the ground.

All the Japanese on the plane screamed in panic.

Pilot Uekisato Ryota used the last bit of strength in his life to warn the entire squadron, "I've been ambushed!"

That was all he said.

He could no longer respond to Endo Haruto's loud calls.

Saijo Tetsuya stubbornly rushed to the cockpit, wanting to try to save it.

Walking in a rapidly descending plane was clearly beyond Saijo Tetsuya's ability.

When he walked to the cockpit with difficulty, the first thing he saw was the mountain peak outside the cockpit.

Then he saw Uekisato Ryota slumped on the pilot's seat.

"It's too late!" Saijo Tetsuya thought sadly.

The mountain in front of him was rapidly growing larger, and in the blink of an eye, it filled his entire field of vision.

The three bombers bombing in this location in Deqing were all ambushed.

The soldiers on the Nationalist position stared blankly as the Japanese planes, which had just been dropping bombs like chickens laying eggs,

collectively ran over and crashed into the mountains. Several mountains were hit by the Japanese planes one after another.

The Nationalist soldiers could hear the fierce explosions even from this far away.

The Japanese who were attacking also saw it.

Their own bombers were once again destroyed by the aerial tiger planes, which also caused the infantry's attack to stop.

These infantrymen had been attacking fiercely since morning, constantly pushing back the Nationalist forces. Seeing that the walls of Deqing were already incomplete,

and the 18th Division was about to rush into the city, the bombers in the sky suddenly put on such a performance.

It greatly boosted the morale of the Nationalist soldiers defending the city, and they suddenly felt like they had hope.

Captain Pan Yongshan's squadron had just ambushed five Japanese transport planes when they discovered that the Japanese bombers were beginning to flee.

Although Endo Haruto didn't wake up Uekisato Ryota, who had issued the first warning,

he also received reports from the other pilots who had been attacked. He calculated in his mind that a total of five bombers had been ambushed.

These must be the five Nationalist fighter jets that had been chased in Anji just now.

What was Endo Haruto thinking at this time?

He could only order, "Disperse and break through! Return to Hongqiao Airport."

Originally, there was an Imperial fleet in Hangzhou Bay that could protect this bomber group.

But yesterday afternoon, this Imperial fleet was ambushed by the Nationalist forces, suffering heavy losses, and had retreated overnight.

Now Endo Haruto's bomber group could only fly back to Shanghai to receive Imperial protection.

This wasn't an easy road.

Captain Pan Yongshan's five fighter jets were like a pack of wolves entering a flock of sheep.

After just shooting down five Japanese bombers, they immediately rose again.

Now they set their sights on the nearest few bombers.

These bombers had clearly just completed a round of bombing and were slowly climbing to high altitude a few hundred meters away.

Pilot Shitani Yuhide was very scared: just now his plane was flying low and dropping bombs.

The Japanese in the entire crew were still laughing and talking to each other.

Suddenly, they heard Uekisato Ryota's warning.

Then several planes reported that they had been attacked.

Then Captain Endo Haruto ordered them to disperse and break through, ordering everyone to return to Hongqiao Airport.

"You guys can turn around and run, but I'm dropping bombs here and flying so low.

If you want to escape, you have to turn and climb!"

Pilot Shitani Yuhide was extremely scared, but fortunately he wasn't acting alone.

Koyano Haruru and Mariko Kentaro were accompanying him beside the plane.

Their mood wasn't much better than Shitani Yuhide's.

Mariko Kentaro was nervously asking, "Have you seen the enemy plane? Have you seen the enemy plane?"

In fact, it wasn't that bombers didn't have weapons. On the contrary, the machine guns on these bombers were more numerous than the machine guns on fighter jets.

The bombers' armor was stronger than fighter jets.

And the number of people on a bomber was more than on a fighter jet.

There were many advantages, but they couldn't compare to the small size, light weight, and fast speed of fighter jets.

Shitani Yuhide looked up, down, left, and right. "No enemy plane found!"

Koyano Haruru's voice was trembling. "Enemy plane found. A thousand meters away, there are two enemy planes flying towards Fujino Rokuro."

His first sentence scared the other two pilots so much that they almost peed.

Later, they heard that it was a thousand meters away, flying towards Fujino Rokuro's bomber.

Shitani Yuhide and Mariko Kentaro both breathed a sigh of relief: although they would be sad if Fujino Rokuro was attacked, it was better for a friend to die than for them to die.

Thinking about it always made them happy.

After all, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood, and they had to be the green hills.

They were relieved, but their conversation was heard by everyone in the entire bomber squadron.

Now it was Fujino Rokuro's turn to be nervous and scared.

He asked nervously, "Where is the enemy plane? Where is the enemy plane?"

At the same time, he made an emergency maneuver, turning the plane and descending rapidly.

When the bomber squadron set out, they had filled up with bombs, afraid of having one less.

At this time, they had just arrived at the battlefield and hadn't dropped many bombs.

The plane was too heavily loaded, and the plane didn't react quickly to either turns or descents.

In desperation, the speed of the bomber's descent wasn't fast enough?

He simply cut the engine, letting the plane stall in mid-air.

Once he was out of the fighter jets' ambush, he would immediately ignite the engine and escape.

Captain Pan Yongshan, watching the bomber that had entered his sights, was falling rapidly towards the ground like a horse that had broken its reins.

While dumbfounded, he could only change his target immediately: there were many targets in the air anyway, he didn't care about one bomber escaping.

Captain Pan Yongshan didn't think that his five fighter jets could destroy the entire Japanese bomber group.

Mariko Kentaro, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, watched Fujino Rokuro's bomber plummet.

The fighter jet that had rushed over had changed its target. He immediately called out, "Fujino-kun! The enemy plane has retreated.

Pull up quickly!

Pull the plane up!"

Fujino Rokuro was even more anxious than Mariko Kentaro.

He also wanted to pull the plane up, if it continued like this, his plane would crash.

But: the plane that had been voluntarily shut down couldn't be ignited now.

The engine went on strike at such a critical time.

Fujino Rokuro's heart was pounding and his hands were shaking! He tried to ignite it again, but it didn't start!

One, two, three, four!

He calmly counted to four, and tried again!

Fujino Rokuro could feel the engine trying a little, shaking.

Then it went limp like a dead snake, not moving at all.

"It's too late!" Fujino Rokuro knew.

He spoke to the crew members on the plane, "The engine is malfunctioning, it can't be ignited.

Everyone, jump out and save yourselves!"

These crew members hadn't heard the conversations earlier.

Now the captain suddenly asked them to parachute!

These Japanese, who weren't prepared at all, immediately panicked.

Seeing that the distance to the ground was only about five hundred meters, Fujino Rokuro tried to ignite the engine one last time.

It still didn't work!

This time, he decisively ejected himself.

Let this bomber fall!

Mariko Kentaro, who had been watching Fujino Rokuro eject from the bomber with his own eyes, had a look of regret on his face.

After Fujino Rokuro ejected, he looked up to the sky, hoping to see the situation in the air.

With just one glance, he saw the three bombers that had been talking about him each had a small fighter jet rushing beside them.

The tiger on the belly of the fighter jet seemed to have come alive, waiting for an opportunity to eat.

Mariko Kentaro, who had just been feeling sorry for others, felt the plane shake violently.

He immediately reacted: he was being attacked!

Thinking that when others were attacked just now, he had even given them a warning.

Now that he was being attacked, not a single Japanese told him.

He felt a little desolate in his heart.

Just at this moment, a fighter jet flew past his side, and machine gun bullets swept from the middle of the bomber all the way to the nose.

Mariko Kentaro, who had just wanted to eject, was shot and killed steadily in his seat.

Shitani Yuhide and Koyano Haruru's bombers couldn't avoid it either.

Their three bombers were jointly attacked by Shin Bin Hong, Guo Ting Yi, and Kong Fei Hang.

These three Special Operations Brigade pilots had successfully ambushed this bomber group for the second time.

Shin Bin Hong was extremely happy to see three more bombers plummeting to the ground.

This was the second time he had come to Hangzhou today.

The first time he came here today, he and Guan Guohao had just ambushed three enemy planes when they were chased by the Japanese all the way to Anji.

This time, he had successfully ambushed them twice in a row, and no Japanese came to chase him anymore.

This feeling was really great!

These three fighter jets rose again and continued to chase after the next target.

Lin Fan was flying the fighter jet into the sky, thinking: if he was the Japanese air commander,

what should he do when the bomber group was being bombed?

Return to base!

This was a normal choice that normal people would make.

After all, bomber groups couldn't fight fighter jets in the air at all.

Having figured this out, Lin Fan didn't fly directly towards Hangzhou.

He chose to fly towards Jiaxing, between Hangzhou and Shanghai.

He wanted to intercept the Japanese bomber group in the airspace of Jiaxing.

When he had just taken off for less than five minutes, he had already encountered two bombers flying in the air.

The sunlight gave these two planes a layer of brilliant color, making them look extremely beautiful.

Lin Fan didn't hesitate and pounced on them like a hungry tiger.

Lin Fan was very clear about the structure of this bomber, and he couldn't fully take it over.

Then he could only destroy it.

When Lin Fan appeared in the air, the Japanese pilots of these two bombers began to despair:

Although they were far apart, Lin Fan was flying a Nationalist fighter jet.

It was completely different from the Japanese fighter jets, so Koata Kotaro recognized it at a glance.

He shouted loudly:

"Tobia-kun! We have an enemy plane on our left wing, a Nationalist fighter jet."

Following Koata Kotaro's guidance, Tobia Takuya also saw the fighter jet flying over in the distance.

He immediately ordered, "Hatsusaki Taichi, Tanegami Takumi, there is an enemy plane on the left wing, attack immediately."

There were weapons on these bombers. They had four machine guns, which was twice as many as the two machine guns on Lin Fan's fighter jet.

Koata Kotaro also reacted at this time and immediately followed up:

"Matsuyama Yuki, Kato Yuta, we have an enemy plane on our left wing, attack immediately!"

Although Lin Fan was still thousands of meters away from them at this time,

these two bombers fired back while speeding up, wanting to leave quickly.

They wanted to increase the distance between them and the fighter jet in the distance.

To Koata Kotaro's disappointment: the fighter jet that could still be seen just now began to climb on their left wing.

Then it disappeared into the clouds.

An unseen enemy was the most terrifying.

Tobia Takuya was anxious! He said loudly, "Koata-kun! I'll fly to a higher altitude, hold on."

After saying that, Tobia Takuya drove the bomber to climb to a higher altitude. The heavy bomber began to climb clumsily.

Lin Fan flew to a higher altitude and looked at the two bombers that were already under his feet and began to dive.

The two machine guns also shot out two lines of fire.

He was hitting the fuel tank of Tobia Takuya's bomber. Lin Fan kept watching until the fuel tank of this plane caught fire.

Then he fired a burst of bullets at the cockpit at the front: the Japanese planes couldn't be let go, and the pilots couldn't be let go either.

When Tanegami Takumi and Hatsusaki Taichi heard that there was an enemy plane on the left wing, they quickly took their positions.

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