The plane stopped at the end of the runway and jumped out of the hatch door. It was dressed in a weird way, with a leather hat with goggles, woolen military uniform, breeches and leather boots, holding a portable machine gun, the leader had a white cloth strip on his head and a shiny Japanese knife in his hand!

It was the Japanese assault force. Xia Xiaoqing was shocked and rushed back to the hangar. Lin Wenjing was screaming heart-wrenchingly, and she was having difficulty giving birth!

She bit her silver teeth, grabbed a rifle and turned around, pushed the bullet with a slam, and knocked down the guy with a Japanese knife from a distance of hundreds of meters. "《()

Pulling the bolt and pulling the shell and putting on the bullet, the movements are extremely smooth. People who practice hidden weapons have good eyesight. Five shots were shot in succession, and the soldiers guarding the hangar also began to shoot, suppressing the Japanese commando on the airport runway without any cover.

Xia Xiaoqing fired all the bullets in the gun and threw them to the soldiers beside her. The soldier handed over a gun filled with bullets with a wink for her to continue firing.

The Japanese army on the runway set up a light machine gun and fought back. Bullets splashed on the ground. Xia Xiaoqing did not move at all, and one shot knocked the machine gunman's head into a blood gourd.

The Japanese planes in the sky dared not land. The cabin door opened and umbrella flowers bloomed in the air. The fighter planes responsible for cover dived down. A string of bullets came, and the soldiers beside Xia Xiaoqing fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, the airport defenders were fighting hard against the Japanese army on the periphery, and even if they wanted to reinforce, it was too late.

Xia Xiaoqing threw the rifle and turned around and entered the hangar. She was about to see if Lin Wenjing had lived, but the scene in front of her made her feel sank.

A group of people came in from the hangar, dressed similarly to those of the Japanese outside, but the hat badge was a five-color star badge from the Beiyang period in the early years, and it also spoke authentic Chinese: "Stop, raise your hands!" It sounds a bit like a Northeastern slap.

The pilot was already controlled by them, his hands were raised high and his face turned pale. Lin Wenjing was still screaming, and the women helped her deliver the baby at the gun.

Xia Xiaoqing didn't think about it, and raised her hand and shot her most threatening machine gunner to kill the most threatening machine gunner, but the enemy's reaction was also very fast. They were holding a portable machine gun that had never seen before. The rain of bullets poured towards Xia Xiaoqing. She jumped out, panting, and then saw that many Japanese troops had landed on the airport and were running towards this side.

Even if they stayed, they could not save them. Why not hurry up and ask for reinforcements. Xia Xiaoqing pulled out the shell gun and shot it out in a fan, and took advantage of the opportunity when the enemy was lying down and disappeared into the smoke and dust.

In the hangar, Lin Wenjing finally gave birth, and the baby was born under the gun, making her first cry.

The gunfire outside was fierce, the ground of the hangar was filled with stretchers, and the wounded soldiers were lying on the ground. The soldiers of the five-colored stars on their heads stood still. The birth of the baby made them feel at a loss. Although they were nominally foreign teams, they were all Chinese.

"Captain, what should I do?" a soldier asked the commander wearing the colonel's epaulette.

The captain said: "The rules of hunters are that they don't fight when they encounter pregnant mother beasts, let alone humans."

The soldier said, "Maybe it's the wife of the official, but she caught a big fish."

The captain was a middle-aged man in his forties. His face was filled with a terrifying scar. His subordinates' words made him feel moved and he went forward to check.

The women stopped in front of Lin Wenjing and asked in a trembling voice: "What do you want to do!"

"Start up!" The captain rudely pushed Xia Jingxi aside.

Aunt Wang rushed over: "Beast! Traitor! You still have no conscience. Are you raised by your parents? I'll fight with you."

The captain was stunned, and the scar face twitched. He grabbed Aunt Wang and asked, "You, do you recognize me?"

Aunt Wang looked at it carefully and her eyes became dazed: "You... are you Fangguan?"

Scar's lips trembled: "Mom, it's me, I'm Fangguan!"

Aunt Wang shook his hands and touched his son's face with a tough line like a knife, axe and chisel, and the scary scar. In my memory, my son was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was a handsome, cheerful and smiling boy. Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and his son has become a tough guy. He also put on his military uniform and carried a foreign knife.

"Pan" a slap in the captain's face, and Aunt Wang scolded angrily: "I don't have your son!"

The soldiers looked at each other, saying that Team Wang was from Gaobeidian, Hebei, why did he run into Jiangdong?

Captain Wang was about to explain that a team of Japanese soldiers rushed in. It was the group of small teams that had been suppressed by Xia Xiaoqing on the runway for a long time. The leader was a captain with a arrogant look on his face: "Wang Sanliu, why are you ahead of me?"

"Captain Yamada, where is Noguchi?" Wang Sanliu frowned, obviously disliked the guy in front of him.

"Sao Noguchi died in battle. Now I am in command of the Air Force team to kill all the hindrance guys." Captain Yamada waved his hand, and his subordinates picked up the machine guns and killed all the seriously injured lying on the stretcher. Bullet shells flew around and blood all over the ground. The Japanese cruelty scared the women to tremble.

"Soga, there is Miss Hua's work." Captain Yamada's eyes lit up and he wanted his subordinates to take these women away.

Wang Sanliu stopped him: "I'm sorry, this is my captive."

"Baga, you dare to contradict the commander!" Captain Yamada pulled out half of his sword.

Wang Sanliu also drew out the saber and refused to give in: "Why the fuck! I am a colonel of the Manchu Imperial Guards, you are the captain. In terms of military rank, you are a distant seniority."

"Can the rank of Manchukuo be taken seriously? It's ridiculous!" Captain Yamada was furious and scolded in Japanese.

Wang Sanliu also changed his Japanese language: "Yamada, you are destroying the goodwill of Himama!"

A big hat came over. Captain Yamada was so angry that they usually had a bad relationship. They couldn't get into the face of Noguchi. Now Noguchi is dead, and Wang Sanliu actually disobeyed his successor. Is he going to rebel?

"Wang Sang, don't forget that your family is still in Xinjing. Are you going to mutiny?" Captain Yamada threatened coldly.

Wang Sanliu was immediately disappointed. His wife and children were all in Manchuria, just like hostages. Although he was on the rank of colonel, any ordinary Kanto soldier could ride on his head to shit. He had been tolerant for a long time, but he had to bear it. Not to mention that he was a martial artist, even Emperor Kant would have to be angry with the Japanese.

He inserted his sword back into the scabbard and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry!"

Captain Yamada was even more arrogant. He knocked Wang Sanliu to the side with one hand and walked towards the group of women. Aunt Wang opened his arms and blocked in front: "Japanese! Bastard! Bah!"

Aunt Wang knew that she was weak and could not stop the Japanese. In desperation, she had to sacrifice herself to anger the Japanese and awaken her son's conscience with her own death.

Captain Yamada was indeed angry, and with a whistle, he pulled out his battle knife and raised it high above his head.

Aunt Wang closed her eyes, and her white hair flew on her temples.

"Yamada!" Wang Sanliu shouted loudly. Captain Yamada turned his head and found that Wang Sanliu had stood in front of him, with a ferocious face. He felt a chill under his ribs. He looked down and a paratrooper knife stabbed in deeply.

"Go away!" Wang Sanliu twisted his body, and the paratrooper knife cut open Yamada's abdomen, and the smelly intestines slid out. The saber fell to the ground. Yamada looked at Wang Sanliu in disbelief, muttered a few words in his throat, and fell down.

"Take it!" Without Wang Sanliu's order, his soldiers began to fire at the Japanese. The Japanese army hurriedly fought back, but as soon as the number of people came, they had all the bullets just now, and before they could change to a new magazine, they were swept down.

Amid the sound of southern submachine guns, the faces of the Manchu soldiers were twisted and happy. Years of shame finally washed away the snow. They were punished to stand in the wind and rain. The comrades were bitten to death by the gendarmerie wolf dog and forced to shoot at their compatriots. One by one, one scene after another appeared in front of their eyes. This tone was finally vented in the pouring of bullets.

With a deafening gunfire, dozens of people fell from the hangar. Both sides fought with rapid-fire weapons at close range, with extremely high efficiency. Captain Yamada was not dead yet, and blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and his godless eyes looked at Wang Sanliu.

Wang Sanliu stepped on Yamada's face with big leather boots inlaid with twenty-eight copper nails, and rubbed them twice, just like Yamada stepped on himself two years ago.

Suddenly, a Japanese army rushed in. It was the infantry of the Tianlu Detachment. Seeing this scene, Wang Sanliu hurried forward to explain, explaining in fluent Japanese that we are a special air support team sent by the North China Front Army, especially the Kant army of the Manchu Imperial Guard. The head and deputy captain of the Kantong Army of the Air Support Team have been killed, and the troops are now commanded by themselves.

The team led by a lieutenant. After listening to Wang Sanliu's explanation, his mind was as messy as a slut. Where did this go? The North China Front Army, the Central China Expeditionary Army, and the Kwantung Army are all the highest-level institutions directly under the base camp and are not subordinate to each other. As for Manchukuo, it is a product of another plane, and it has been mixed together.

No matter what, he knew that these people were friendly forces. He was about to report to his superiors. The Chinese army counterattacked and rushed in front were three light tanks. The machine guns swept hard and were unstoppable. The imperial army had to retreat temporarily.

Wang Sanliu whispered in my mother's ear: "Mom, don't say anything, come with me and keep you safe."

A group of women carried Lin Wenjing and held the baby, and were swept away by Wang Sanliu's Manchu. No one noticed that the pilots from Chongqing hid in the pile of corpses while the chaos was in the chaos.

Chen Zikun led the reserve team to come and personally carried a machine gun into the hangar. There was no figure of his wife and children. He looked in the pile of corpses with red eyes, but there was still no. The pilot crawled out: "Director Chen, it's me."

After listening to the pilot's story, Chen Zikun felt a little relieved. It was a coincidence that the enemy leader was actually Aunt Wang's son. It seemed that there was no need to worry about their safety for the time being.

"Can your plane still fly?" Chen Zikun asked.

"I've been hit by a few stray bullets, so there's no big problem." The pilot looked outside and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it won't work anymore, I can't glide."

On the runway, a transport plane carrying Japanese paratroopers was destroyed and was burning.

Chen Zikun said: "It's okay, we have a backup track."

"Where?" the pilot was puzzled.

“At the riverside, Liberty Avenue!”


Chapter completed!