The overwhelming high explosions fell, and the flames of death intertwined into a large net of death, completely covering the Japanese positions on the shore. Suddenly, the little Japanese who had just shown off their power and repelled two North Korean divisions turned into a tortoise.
They can huddle up and pray to their Amaterasu for blessing.
Unfortunately, their Amaterasu seems to be wilting as well.
The Japanese's position was torn to pieces by the explosion, and every unlucky guy was blown into a pile of tattered flesh and blood in the explosion. They even had no time to scream before they went to see their Amaterasu.
Buzz buzz.
As more and more shells fell, the ground began to twitch violently and began to shake. The fireballs set off by the explosion spread hot like foam rising from volcanic magma, swallowing up the little devils one by one.
life.
Woo woo woo.
The roar of the engine came down from mid-air. The little Japanese who was huddled in the trench occasionally raised his head. When he saw it, his face became even paler with fear. The fear in his heart was like a tide, flowing uncontrollably towards his body.
Between the clouds, the densely packed Chinese fighter planes revealed their ferocious appearance, carrying an irresistible aura of death as they headed toward the coastline, just like eagles soaring for nine days and swooping down on the chickens on the ground.
"Damn Chinese."
"Bah, hide now."
"Baga, where are our fighter jets?"
"Where's the air defense unit?"
The little Japanese who were dizzy after being bombed screamed in horror one by one. Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Their fighter jets had long since dared not take off for a decisive battle. Almost all the air defense forces and remaining fighter jets were concentrated near Tokyo. Interesting.
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Boo hoo hoo.
The fleet of aircraft, like dark clouds, flew over the Japanese position in the blink of an eye.
Da da da.
Whoosh.
Anti-aircraft aircraft and a few sporadic anti-aircraft missiles rose up, which was not enough to scratch the itch of the Chinese Air Force.
Hoo ho ho.
Aircraft fell one after another, and in just an instant, the space was filled, as if it was raining.
Only at this point did the little devil's disaster really come.
The first batch of bombers dropped armor-piercing high-explosive bombs. Their super armor-piercing capabilities were enough to tear apart the cement and concrete defense lines built by the Japanese.
The faces of the little Japanese hiding in the trenches showed a look of despair, and their bodies were shaking like sieves. They had long lost their sea and air power. What else could they do at this time besides waiting to die?
Although the power of aerial bombs is not as powerful as ground attacks, it is better than the huge number. At this moment, it seems that the God of Destruction has completely awakened, and the entire Japanese beach position is like a volcano erupting