Outside Volgograd, on the east bank of the river more than ten kilometers east, is the Maozi Field Airport.
When the reminder from the system rang in my head, and a countdown that could be seen as soon as I closed my eyes appeared.
Without even thinking about it at the time, the mad dog ran all the way and rushed into the dormitory where he recently lived.
In the time that followed, he first dragged out a large backpack from the straw pile on his bed, then rummaged through the bulging backpack, and finally found a walkie-talkie.
After turning on the walkie-talkie, Mad Dog kept trying to contact Hu Biao.
What! Mad Dog tried his best to get out of the city and came to Maozi's air force. Isn't he hoping to provide some air support for the team's operations at the most critical moment?
Now, of course, is the time when the Central Continent team needs air support the most.
However, I don’t know what’s going on? Maybe the distance between the two parties has exceeded the maximum contact range of this Motorola walkie-talkie.
No matter how hard he tried for a while, the thing that Mad Dog heard in his ears was always the sound of "rustling~" electricity.
After struggling for three minutes, Mad Dog knew that he could no longer waste time like this and he had to do something.
For this reason, he took the walkie-talkie and rushed out of the dormitory. At the field airport where he was currently located, he began to look around carefully.
The plan was to find a plane to take off, fly directly to the sky above Volgograd, and contact Hu Biao and the others at close range.
Unfortunately, after Mad Dog's search, the situation he saw was not very optimistic.
Mainly in the previous period, we were faced with the sudden appearance of a huge fleet of German aircraft; at the first moment, at the request of General Cui*kov, the commander of the front army, all the aircraft that could take off at the airport took off to join the battle.
What's left are some aircraft waiting for repairs, and now they simply can't fly.
After pondering for a while, Mad Dog knew that the only thing he could do now was to find one that could be repaired as soon as possible and then fly.
As for whether it's too late, I can only say that we have to do our best and listen to fate.
Finally, an I-16 fighter jet with bullet holes all over its fuselage and reportedly something wrong with its engine fell into the mad dog's sight.
The I-16 fighter is a single-wing, propeller fighter designed by Mao Zijia in the 1930s. Frankly speaking, under normal circumstances, it is no match for the German BF109 and BF110 fighters.
That is to say, only under the operation of Maozi's ace pilot can it pose a certain threat to the German sticks.
But the problem is that Mad Dog, who has learned to fly for a month and recently spent a few days fishing at a field airport, is definitely not an aerial ace.
But the Yi-16 fighter jet in front of him seemed to be his best choice.
After making up his mind, Mad Dog shouted to several familiar Maozi mechanics:
"Valentin, Ivan, Yegor, come here quickly and help me fix this thing. For the great Comrade Steel and the great Volgograd, we need more aircraft to participate in the battle."
The above people who were greeted by Mad Dog are considered to be the most skilled mechanics at the field airport.
Because when Mad Dog came over, he brought out the team's last remaining serious hard currency such as baskets, cans, and cigarettes.
Then bit by bit, every day, it went into the stomachs of these people.
What Mad Dog did was to establish a good relationship with them and come in handy at critical moments.
But at this time, these scarce supplies finally played their due role; under Mad Dog's greeting, these people rushed over with their assistants.
Finally, with their concerted efforts, about an hour later, the I-16 fighter jet was able to take to the sky again.
It's a pity that the repair time was too hasty. Many places can make do, just make do.
Even Ivan and the other three people couldn't guarantee how long this fighter jet, which was full of bullet holes and had a single-engine engine that was still somewhat defective, could stay in the sky.
Under their worries, everyone replenished the aircraft with ammunition and fuel.
Looking at their good comrades-in-arms, Comrade Mad Dog, a generous and forthright Brian, quickly climbed onto the plane and waved goodbye to them.
Or, in other words, farewell forever.
Damn it! In fact, not to mention all the macho mechanics, they think Mad Dog’s ascension to heaven this time is a bit unreliable.
In fact, it was Mad Dog himself, thinking about flying into the sky with a fighter jet that even had some engine problems and stalled out of nowhere.
Such a thing makes even him feel extremely crazy...
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After Mad Dog piloted the fighter jet and finally took to the sky, he immediately flew towards the city of Volgograd.
Go back a little further, about half an hour.
The young white-collar AT once again planned to stand up by holding on to the wall of the air-raid shelter and go to participate in a battle that was related to the life and death of everyone in the Central Continent team.
After all, as a veteran of a team and an absolutely senior member, the young white-collar worker knows that the current Zhongzhou Team has reached a critical moment.
At this critical moment, even one more combat capability would be a huge help.
As a result, AT stood up and felt a strong dizziness and severe pain from multiple injuries all over his body. Finally, he collapsed on the ground again.
Suddenly, such a sense of powerlessness made AT feel unspeakably anxious.
Then he fell into a difficult problem, whether he should adopt such an extreme method to quickly recover his injuries and combat effectiveness.
By the way! When a normal person hears about vampires, their first reaction is definitely to drink blood.
In fact, this is also the case. Although AT's bloodline is only at an elementary level, if it absorbs enough blood, it can still recover part of its combat power at an astonishing speed.
Among them, sucking the blood of animals is also possible, but the effect is far less effective than that of humans.
It's just such a method that AT has never thought of trying before. The fundamental reason is that it still can't pass the hurdle in its heart.
That is his last bit of persistence and bottom line as a human being.
It is also something that is difficult to break through after years of quality education in the modern dimension.
However, in a situation like today, AT had a devilish impulse in his heart and planned to try such an approach.
"Grandpa Yue said, 'Aspirations are hungry for Huns' meat, and jokes about thirsty for Huns' blood'! I risked my life for this damn team battle and for those damn serious consequences."
While AT was thinking this in his mind, he finally made his final decision.
Then AT waved his hand and called Natasha over; but when he opened his mouth, he said it in a different style:
"Comrade Second Lieutenant, I need a blood transfusion to restore my physical strength before I can participate in the battle.
You can now ask the girls who has type A or type O blood, and can each of them donate 50 to 100 ml of blood to me?"
Yes, that's right! AT couldn't do it in the end, so he bit open the neck of a German stick, and then drank some hot blood like "Whoosh, Whoosh~".
The maximum he currently accepts is to drink some blood voluntarily donated by others.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether the blood that will be secretly drank by AT in the end is type A or type O; but it is always necessary to find an excuse to avoid arousing the suspicion of those hairy girls.
After Natasha heard this, she said:
"Of course there is no problem. I have type 0 blood. Why don't you draw mine first? As long as you can recover quickly, don't talk about the ridiculous 100 ml. It's not as much as my bleeding every time. I draw 800 ml."
It doesn’t matter.”
AT: "It's such a good thing, how did it become like this..."
Fifteen minutes later, AT hid in a secret location out of the reach of light in the air raid shelter.
He secretly opened a bottle and carefully poured a small sip of about 400 ml of blood into his mouth; after all, this was his first time doing such a thing, so he needed to be cautious.
Then, he could feel every cell in his body cheering at this moment.
All the injuries on his body began to recover at an alarming speed, and he almost became addicted to the feeling.
Finally, after drinking 2000 ml of blood continuously, AT seemed to be drunk and supported his body with the 'Tiger Roaring Sword·Zan'.
He walked out of the air-raid shelter where he lived and rushed towards Mamayev Hill.
As the blood he drank was gradually digested and absorbed by the blood core in his body, his staggering steps became faster and faster.
Another member of the Zhongzhou team joined the battlefield, a place where he could die at any time.
Such a scene is basically impossible for other teams...