Hawke III, which broke out of the hail of bullets, made a big turn in front!
The two pilots, who were already exhausted in the sky, stopped for a moment and entered low altitude. Their squadron leader was waiting for them.
After the three fighter planes converged at one point, they roared from a distance of three kilometers and jumped to a low altitude of less than 200 meters. They formed a straight line from end to end, maintaining a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour. Although it was still fast enough, it was already maintained.
The aircraft needs to reach the minimum speed required for lift.
Three fighter planes lined up in a row passed over the shouting Chinese infantry. In the cabin, the three pilots held the rudder with their left hands and slowly raised their right hands to their eyebrows.
That was the Chinese Air Force's tribute to the Chinese Army, thanking them for their help, otherwise this time, they would be the only ones left out of ten.
The loneliness of losing all your comrades is more terrifying than death!
Otherwise, the proudly roaring Air Force would never make such a move after a fierce battle and the fuel supply was close to the critical value for the return journey.
The distance of 200 meters is enough for the soldiers on the ground to see their saluting postures clearly, even if the Hawk III is moving forward at lightning speed.
That is the tacit understanding that belongs to soldiers.
"Salute!" Lei Xiong roared.
Thousands of ground troops raised their right hands towards the three Chinese fighter planes passing by, including the cavalrymen still on horseback.
This is a return gift and a salute.
It is the Chinese infantrymen who pay their most sincere respect to their comrades in the sky.
Without their sacrifice of life, most of the thousands of abandoned children here today would never have the chance to raise their arms in salute.
It is these warriors in the blue sky who have left them the hope of life.
"The Chinese Air Force salutes the Chinese infantry who guard the earth; the Chinese Army salutes the Chinese Air Force who defends the blue sky! This should be the most touching way of celebrating victory that I have ever seen in my life!
Yes, only by paying tribute and paying military salutes to their respective heroes can we express the hope of these Chinese soldiers for victory.
Even in the future, the people in this space will become heroes like their colleagues. I believe that none of them will forget this morning.
The sun rises, but the sun flag falls hard!
This is what they, in heaven and on earth, earned with their brave sacrifices.
Moreover, I dare to conclude that these people who raise their arms high will be as unafraid of death as their colleagues who can no longer raise their arms!
Because of this country and its people!"
Tantai Mingyue wrote so impassionedly in her battlefield diary.
However, after all, she still had something in her heart that she did not record in her diary. She looked at her hero standing in the middle of the wilderness, his body as straight as a pine tree, with a victorious smile on his face, but deep sadness in his eyes.
moment.
For the first time in her life, she felt that she was so close to him, yet so far away.
On the battlefield, we are victorious. But where should the souls of those heroes go? Their mothers, wives and children can no longer wait for their return.
In particular, those soldiers who died were under his military orders and were not moths, but they took the initiative to fight the fire.
As a commander, how sad it is for him!
At this moment, he must be in great need of comfort. Tantai Mingyue actually had the urge to hold the hard-as-iron soldier in front of her in her arms, tell him about her past, murmured softly, and watched him fall asleep,
Just like a mother holding her child.
Yes, Tantai Mingyue's female intuition is very correct. At this time, Tang Dao was in an important stage of transition from a soldier to a general.
As the best individual soldier, he can do one against ten. He can choose to put himself in the most dangerous situation, even if it means a narrow escape, just to win the final victory.
But times make heroes, and the intersection of time and space that cannot be explained by science brought him to this era. He is no longer a simple soldier of China. He grew up in constant fierce battles and eventually became a commander who can command hundreds or even thousands of officers and soldiers.
official.
The cruel battlefield forced him to make cruel choices. In order to win, someone had to sacrifice. Even though he knew very well that for this national war, no one could not sacrifice, including the two army lieutenant generals, including himself.
But before that, more lives must pass away before them.
A commander's first responsibility is to win the war. Therefore, Tang Dao must learn to give up, including giving up the lives of his comrades in an extremely ruthless manner.
There is actually a difference between taking the initiative to lead 3,000 people to a dead end and issuing military orders to let dozens or even hundreds of people advance in the face of bombs and bullets from Japanese planes.
The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and a dead end may not always be a dead end, but heading towards a bomb will definitely result in death.
More importantly, no matter how great the sacrifice was, he was with them. Being in the middle of the game, he naturally didn't have to experience the sadness that drove his colleagues to fight.
The results were brilliant. 15 Japanese planes were shot down, which could even shock the Japanese military. The Chinese military and civilians would certainly be deeply inspired by it.
But so what? That was paid for by more than a hundred living lives.
At the moment when everyone was celebrating, Tang Dao's heart was actually extremely fragile and desolate.
But this is something he must experience and overcome. If he cannot bear this, as Colonel Xie said of him, he can only be an excellent battalion and company commander.
In order for a soldier to grow up, he must learn to accept sacrifice and accept that the people he is familiar with leave him one by one and never come back.
In order for a general to grow up, he must learn to be cold and even cruel, cruelly throwing every living life into a meat grinder-like battlefield.
If you want to cherish life, you must first have a paradise that belongs to life.
The dove of peace soaring in the sky, in an era when everyone needs to survive, is destined to end up as a dish on the dinner table.
This is the price of growth!
Although the price is extremely cruel!
However, Tantai Mingyue was sensible enough and did not comfort him because she knew that Tang Dao did not have much time to repair his sadness at this time.
The air battle is over, but the pursuers on the ground are about to kill him, and his battlefield may soon arrive.
The three fighter planes in the sky flew in formation at low altitude over the ground battlefield. They not only saluted the troops on the ground, but they were also bidding farewell to their comrades.
There are plane wreckage everywhere on the ground, some from Japan and some from China. Five out of ten fighter planes crashed here, and five Chinese pilots are buried on this land.
After saying their final farewells, the three fighter planes roared into the sky and flew towards Jinling.
Tantai Mingyue told Tang Dao, who had regained his composure, about the name of the ace pilot of the 'Eight Star' fighter jet.
For the little butterfly from the future, the name of "Zhao Zilong in the Sky" is of course very popular. It is a blessing to be able to see his grace and fight side by side here!
However, Tantai Mingyue unexpectedly felt that there was a deep sadness in Tang Dao's eyes.
Could it be because Hawke III was injured in the hail of bullets under his military orders?
Tantai Mingyue is very smart, she guessed the appearance of the matter.
The ‘Steel Helmet of Jiangnan Earth’ indeed suffered losses in this round of ‘Fire at Me’.
In the cabin, which no one saw, the Chinese ace pilot's thigh was actually dripping with blood.
The Hawker III was hit by at least seventy or eighty rounds of heavy machine gun bullets, and the cabin located in the middle and front of the aircraft was the hardest hit area. Thanks to the "bathtub"-style cockpit of American cowboys who were ahead of the times in this era, the aircraft was shot from the lower part.
Most of the incoming bullets failed to penetrate the bulletproof steel plate.
But the bulletproof board is not omnipotent. After all, a bullet was still shot from an oblique direction. It did not hit the human body, but the terrifying ricochet formed as a result rolled and hit Le Yiqing's thigh.
A bloody hole as thick as a cigar appeared on his thigh. If it had been two centimeters off, it would have hit an artery. Then the Chinese ace pilot might not have the chance to salute the ground troops and his compatriots.
But that's not important.
What's important is that the little butterfly who traveled through time knew that in that time and space, this ace pilot who frightened the pilots of the Japanese navy and army would die in battle over Jinling 20 days later.
At that time, the Chinese Air Force had only two fighter jets capable of combat.
With one against dozens, he still destroyed two Japanese planes, and then fell into the blue sky of China, which he loved.
Will he have the same fate this time?
Tang Dao doesn't know.
He didn't know if he would have the chance to work side by side with China's best pilot again.
Maybe this farewell will last forever.
The only thing Tang Dao can be sure of is that the fate of Songjiang's army has changed.
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