Chapter 791 Between life and death (2) [For Xufeng 1/3]
"Oh my God! What did I see?
Is this a yellow-faced Superman fighting against our Uncle Sam's house? Please tell me, why can't even a 20mm cannon hit them to stop them?"
In the words of Lieutenant Justin, the pilot of the Mustang fighter.
Because of the strong disbelief, I muttered this sentence.
Mainly because now, he was already in the process of climbing up with the fighter, and he took the time to turn his head and glance at the ground, and then he happened to see the swordsman being blown up.
The black Chinese medicine doctor was also knocked to the ground, but in the blink of an eye he got up from the ground and continued to charge forward.
Suddenly, such an unscientific Changmin made him feel that the three views he had developed in nearly thirty years were shattered one by one at this moment.
(The first generation of Superman comics was born in Uncle Sam’s house in 1938, and is quite famous, so the above statement is not a BUG)
For a moment, Lieutenant Justin felt a little dazed after thinking about what he had experienced in the past few days.
Mainly since a few days ago, in the communication channel between their pilots and the ground, there have been almost constant calls from ground troops frantically, requiring them to provide support for ground attacks.
Or to put it another way, at present, the combined forces of Guo and Guo are in an environment of frantic retreat.
They, the pilots of the air force, seem to be the hardest working group of personnel.
Because they need to constantly take off and land, and use a large number of aerial bombs, napalm bombs, as well as strafing bullets and machine guns to provide fire support and cover for ground troops.
But even so, the volunteer soldiers were still fighting despite the staggering consumption of ammunition.
So many air force pilots who participated in World War II and fought against Germans and Japanese soldiers have always been surprised by one thing:
These volunteers, aren't they made of flesh and blood, and what special materials are they made of?
Because in their opinion, often under their indiscriminate bombing, the position is no longer able to allow normal humans to survive in such an environment.
But after every bombing, someone would continue to fire on the dilapidated position, blocking the poor ground troops.
If based on their previous combat experience, with such an air strike intensity.
Whether it's the mustache men, the so-called fearless SS soldiers; or the Japs who are brainwashed by Bushido and are willing to cut their stomachs at every turn.
The above-mentioned powerful Diran had already surrendered, or their entire army had been destroyed.
However, after encountering these volunteer soldiers, the support often ends only once, and soon they will receive reports from ground troops.
He said that the enemy troops on the position appeared again, and they needed to attack again to cover them with firepower.
The current scene just reminded Justin of Superman, a more vivid adjective for these oriental men.
But what the pilots of these soldiers don't know is that there is no superman in this world.
They are just some ordinary people who want to live a simple life on the hot bed for their wives and children, and to farm the land with peace of mind and dignity, which are small wishes that they cannot imagine.
He was willing to risk everything, endure everything, and do superhuman things.
The exclamation from Justin's mouth was clearly transmitted to the ears of other pilots above Pine Bone Peak through the internal channel.
Perhaps those people had seen too many similar scenes in the past few days, so that they were shocked and fell silent.
The channel that had been buzzing with all kinds of driving sounds began to quiet down.
Facing such an opponent, these Uncle Sam's aerial heroes felt that they and the advanced aircraft they flew were so powerless.
Perhaps they have vaguely realized that they will never be able to defeat such an opponent.
Even though they possess weapons and equipment that are almost half a century more advanced than their opponents, their level of industrialization exceeds their opponents by countless years.
They even lost the courage to continue fighting in a short period of time...
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The planes in the sky ceased fire, which was naturally the best news for Hu Biao and others; unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, such a calm was broken.
A sinister voice, with a ferocity that came from hell, sounded in the pilot channel:
"I don't know if they are supermen, but I know that my most respected squadron leader and my best brother all died in their hands.
Therefore, even if they are supermen, they will definitely be sent to hell."
After hearing such a sound, everyone realized that this should be the pilot of the A-1 Skyraider, Second Lieutenant John of the 127th Air Group.
When he spoke these words, John had already piloted his aircraft with the 'AH236' painting and dived towards the staggering figure on the ground.
After arriving at a similar position, he dropped a napalm bomb hanging on the left wing.
At such a time, the countdown in the heads of Hu Biao and others was already counted by the system using a cold mechanical sound to '44 seconds', an unlucky number at all.
The black Chinese medicine practitioner is about twenty-two or three meters away from where Zhang Quansheng is.
This is also the closest distance to Zhang Quansheng among all the members of the Zhongzhou team.
It was not that Hu Biao and the others stood still, letting the black Chinese doctor, who was seriously injured and staggering, rush towards Zhang Quansheng alone.
Because when Hu Biao and the others were attacking the F9F Panther carrier-based aircraft, other aircraft had already swooped down and strafed and suppressed them powerfully.
While they were dodging in embarrassment, they were unable to move forward at all for a while.
Even at this moment, one could only see a huge flame erupting immediately after a napalm bomb landed, completely surrounding the stumbling figure of the black Chinese medicine practitioner.
Finally, the figure of the black Chinese medicine practitioner disappeared into the flames.
It seems that the attempts made by Zhan Ge and the black Chinese medicine practitioner ended in such a regretful way.
One of the missions in the third phase of the Central Continent team is about to fail, and they will soon face the severe punishment of randomly erasing ten people and being unable to resurrect...
"Bai Xiang, Lao Hei, are you fucking having a baby? I've lost my anti-aircraft firepower, so you fucking are opening fire."
In his hoarse voice, Hu Biao cursed like this.
In fact, he also knew that in such a short period of time, he wanted to grab an M19 self-propelled artillery intact, and he drove to the top of the mountain to arrange it, lock the target and fire.
It takes a considerable amount of time and is far from being as simple as it sounds.
However, if Hu Biao knows, he knows, and if he understands, he understands, so why is he scolding him now?
As the commander of the team, he must not see the ten people under his command being wiped out forever.
Whether it was a veteran who had lived and died together for many days, or a rookie who had just joined this time, he could not accept the consequences of being wiped out forever.
If this really happened, he would rather die himself.
With such an idea, Hu Biao was ready to fight for his life.
Be prepared to risk the constant barrage of bullets in front of you, as well as the fire dragon that is igniting because of the napalm bombs being dropped.
He rushed in desperately and rushed in front of Zhang Quansheng.
Even though he didn't actually know whether he could save Zhang Quansheng with his simple battlefield first aid skills, which he had been temporarily trained several times.
But no matter what, it would be better than him doing nothing now, just hiding here and watching the team members being wiped out.
Besides! In his eyes, Zhang Quansheng is still a child.
However, the moment he stood up, the AT beside him grabbed Hu Biao's body with quick eyesight and quick hands.
Just when Hu Biao thought that the AT would shout, "You are the commander, I'll do it," the little white-collar worker said something else:
"Don't be impulsive yet, the black Chinese medicine practitioners are not dead yet~"