"Spread out and get down, that's a plane, a quick gun." Seeing that the people on the highway were still standing idly watching the excitement, Tang Cheng, who was in a hurry, couldn't help but shout, but the people on the highway let Tang Cheng keep shouting, but no one was willing to follow them and rush down the roadbed, and some people saw Tang Cheng and they got off the roadbed, and even began to scramble to climb into the car to occupy a position. Tang Cheng glanced at the crowd on the highway after the last glance, turned around and pulled the old woman to run farther away, Tang Cheng had seen what the Japanese planes bombed like, and the farther he ran, the safer it would be.

Tang Cheng has only seen two plane bombings, but each time Tang Cheng remembers it vividly, when Tang Cheng beckoned the old couple to run down the roadbed, there was such a plane in the air turned into a dive, most of the people on the road were still looking at the "big bird" with their necks up, and some people even laughed at Tang Cheng that they were neurotic. The confused Jiujin didn't know what Tang Cheng was going to do, Tang Cheng threw the little girl to him and told him to follow him down the roadbed, Jiujin also did so, and asked him to lie down in the field, Jiujin also did the same, in Jiujin's opinion, what Tang Cheng said was definitely reasonable.

Tang Cheng also hoped that his judgment was wrong, but unfortunately, just when he questioned himself, the planes that appeared in the air had already swooped towards the road, and when Tang Cheng finally saw the huge plaster flag under the wings, all he could do was to protect his head with his hands, and then pray silently in his heart for those people on the road. "Da Da" The mechanism under the belly of the machine opened fire on the road, and Jiujin, who looked up from the ground in a daze, saw a fog-like red rise from the road with his own eyes, and Jiujin, who had never experienced the battlefield, did not know that the road was a blood mist bursting out of the bullet hole.

Even though it was daytime, the ballistic trajectory from under the belly of the plane could be clearly seen, and after the barrage hit the road and created a blood mist in the sky, it was only then that the people who laughed at Tang Cheng and they were mentally ill realized that they were fools. The panicked crowd began to try to flee the road, but the planes circling in the air did not seem to want to leave, and after a roundabout, the three Japanese fighters that had already dived once again pressed down their noses and dived down against the road.

There was no looking up to the sky, no cheers from children, and the scattered people were just running in vain to find a place where they could hide themselves, but this was the road, and the road was lined with farmland or fields, and the people running in the fields were more conspicuous than they were on the road. "Get down, get down." Regardless of Jiujin's best efforts, the old man surnamed Wu, who couldn't stand it, shouted loudly, but the voice he shouted was not loud enough, and the panicked people only saw him waving his hand vigorously but couldn't hear what he was shouting.

It seems that there is no presence of the Zhina army on the road of Zhilang, or that the Japanese pilots of the planes are purely amusing the panicked refugees on the road, and the bombing that Tang Cheng feared did not appear, and the Japanese planes that swooped down from the sky have been shooting at the crowd with the machine guns under the belly. "Our carriage." Jiujin exclaimed, and was about to get up and rush up to get the cart off the roadbed, but the villagers regarded the big animals as heavier than their own lives.

"Don't move on your stomach" Tang Cheng reached out and grabbed Jiujin's calf, and the latter fell to the ground one by one, "It's just a carriage, we will buy it if there is no one, if the person dies, there will be nothing." "At such a time, he still has to think about the carriage, Tang Cheng suddenly regretted that when he left the village, he would relented and agreed to take this bag with him. Tang Cheng found not only pistols and bullets from those Japanese soldiers, but also some fiat currency and ocean, which was enough for Tang Cheng to buy another carriage.

"Boom" A roar from the air interrupted Tang Cheng's contemplation, this was the first time Tang Cheng saw the figure of his own fighter plane, seeing the appearance of the plane with the blue sky and white sun flag in the air and the plane with the plaster flag logo exploding in the air, one after another the survivors joined in the cheers, and some people waved their arms excitedly in the field. I saw these two fighters with the blue sky and white sun flag on their wings rushing towards the Japanese fighters with a pleasant humming sound, and took the lead in using machine guns to shoot at each other.

Since it was daytime, standing on the ground and looking up, the traces with tracer bullets could be vaguely recognized, and at this moment, the remaining two Japanese fighters hurriedly swung their wings to dodge. The fact that the fire of the national fighter plane did not hit a single enemy plane made the people watching the battle on the ground feel hanging. At present, the two Japanese fighters, which are at an absolute disadvantage, are quickly pulled up, and their climbing speed and posture seem to be much faster than their opponents.

After the Japanese fighters formed a two-plane tactical formation in front of the other, they stared at one of the Nationalist fighters and pounced, and the Nationalist fighters were also trying to climb, but found that they were being targeted, so they immediately changed to a level flight state and turned sharply. This trick was very effective, and the other national fighter quickly adjusted its direction and flew head-on towards the own fighter plane flying with a "tail".

At the critical moment, the Nationalist fighters flying in the opposite direction preemptively opened fire, and the long firing that lasted for four or five seconds caused the Japanese fighter plane in front of it to fold its wings in the air, and the Japanese fighter plane that was hit rolled and fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, and finally landed in the open field, turning into a large ball of fireball in the loud bang. The people watching the battle on the ground suddenly burst into cheers, and Tang Cheng also jumped a little in his heart, the fighters in the air are now one against two, if nothing else, the two fighters of the national army will finally win.

As soon as the joy emerged, the situation in the air suddenly changed, and the Japanese soldier who avoided the barrage and flew sideways did not raise the altitude and flee the battlefield, but chose to open fire and continue the battle. The sound of machine guns like fried beans was coherent and crisp, and the national fighters who had shot down one of the opponent's planes quickly made a sideways rolling motion, but the national plane that was pursued by the Japanese fighters seemed to be half a beat slower, and immediately fell into the enemy's fierce bullet rain, with great reluctance, the cheering people watched their fighters also fall with black smoke.

Fortunately, before the national army plane fell, the pilot finally parachuted in time, and the white umbrella flowers bloomed in the air, but with a sentimentality that could not be erased. The murderous Japanese fighter plane did not fall into the well to snipe the parachute pilot, but chased after another national fighter plane. The dexterous warhawk juggled and rolled in the air, reminding Tang Cheng of the knight Robert had told of the knight who was trapped in the enemy's battle array and tried his best to avoid swords and spears. The national fighters once found an opportunity to attack the opponent and opened fire, but instead of killing the opponent, the opponent found an opportunity to damage their own fighters.

"Don't" Looking at the national army fighter plane with black smoke dragging on its tail but facing the opponent's plane at an accelerating pace, Tang Cheng couldn't help but exclaim, and a clear-eyed person knew at a glance that the pilot who was driving the national army fighter plane was going to die with the opponent. "Boom" exploded, the roar in the air fell silent, looking at the fire ball blooming in the air, Tang Cheng's mood was extremely gloomy and at the same time secretly rejoicing, he was glad to see the blood in the bones of the Chinese, the national army pilot who did not choose to escape in the face of the enemy can be called heroic.

"Nine catties, go get our cart back." Tang Cheng shouted and ordered nine catties, but he ran to the donkey who had miraculously escaped and leisurely gnawed on the grass. The white umbrella flower floating in the air had already landed, just a few hundred meters northwest of Tang Cheng, Tang Cheng wanted to see if the pilot under the umbrella flower was still alive. "Are you alright?" When Tang Cheng jumped off the back of the donkey, the pilot of the Nationalist Army under the umbrella flower was lying in pain in the field with his arms covered, and there was a kind of dying numbness in his eyes when he looked at Tang Cheng.

Thanks to everything he learned in the second company, Tang Cheng now knows some common methods of hemostasis and bandaging, and after a little hesitation, Tang Cheng took a step forward and squatted down and said softly, "I am Tang Cheng, a senior soldier of the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division, don't talk, I will bandage your wounds, I have a big car, I can send you to the hospital for treatment." According to Tang Cheng's direct observation, the location of the injury of the national pilot should be on his right arm, and through the torn sleeve of his jacket, Tang Cheng could see the shirt that had been soaked with blood.

Tang Cheng tried to remove the pilot's left hand that was covering the wound, but his two arms stiffened in place, and Tang Cheng had to grit his teeth and increase the force, so he reluctantly removed his left hand. Tang Cheng was immediately shocked to find that the pilot's right arm and armpit were blurred with flesh and blood, and through the torn clothes, he could even see that the pilot's limbs were obviously missing part of the flesh.

Before, he would be sick to his stomach when he saw the bloody scene, but when he was engrossed, Tang Cheng seemed to have put these instinctive reactions far away. He tore open the pilot's first-aid kit like an ambulance soldier of the second company, stuffed the tourniquet under the pilot's armpit, and pillowed his neck with his own arms. In this process, the pilot of the national army has maintained a numb expression, and his eyes are a little dull, except for his pale lips trembling slightly, and a few beads of sweat the size of beans slide down his sideburns.

"Don't close your eyes, talk to me, or just look at me, don't close your eyes" Tang Cheng repeatedly called the pilot in a loud voice, and suddenly, the pilot with a numb expression grabbed Tang Cheng's wrist tightly with his left hand, his empty eyes seemed to penetrate everything and saw another world, his lips closed one by one and barely spit out a few vague words, and the strength he used in his hand increased sharply in an instant. Tang Cheng's hand was very painful, but he couldn't help but didn't pull it back, in fact, it was just a moment of effort, and the hand that grabbed him lost its strength, and the weight of his arm increased a little.

"Ahh