Sword life

Chapter 222 Win!

"The plane is out of fuel, apply to return!"

"My oil gauge has bottomed out, so I can't continue fighting!"

"The machine gun has run out of bullets and cannot continue shooting. Please return!"

"Stop fighting. What kind of monster am I facing? No one in the entire army retreats. Every one of them is afraid of death!"

"I'm shot, help!"

"My plane has already dropped all the bombs, leaving them useless, and applying to return!"

In the little devil's flight channel, there were wailing sounds everywhere, and even Ichiro Gaoqian lost his previous energy and leaned on the seat to prevent himself from paralyzing.

The needle on the fuel gauge has slipped to the point of being disturbing. I flew hundreds of miles to join the battle, and I made a few large-scale maneuvers to get rid of the tracking of the ground firepower. After an attack, I am afraid that I will not be able to fly back to the starting point.

If the fighter jets return, there will only be a dozen of them in the [-] heavy bombardment, and they will not be able to take advantage of the terrible anti-aircraft firepower on the ground.

In fact, Gao Qianichiro is very clear that these are not reasons. There is little fuel, and you can land at the airport in Bingcheng and fly after replenishing fuel. Even if there is a lack of fighter jets, the [-]th Heavy Bomber can still bomb alone. Power cannot make an effective interception.

The real reason is that he was defeated by that guy. Although the third attack may completely wipe out that guy's air defense force, the aircraft brigade will also have to pay a heavy price, and none of them will survive.

"Baga!" Gao Qianichiro punched the bridge hard. How can there be such a person who is not afraid of life and death, and shoots at the plane, is it all a fool!

There is also the terrible 88mm anti-aircraft shell, which will explode a few meters away and blow up nearby planes. This is not everyone's imagination, but a reality that actually happened. Fortunately, this phenomenon does not happen to small-caliber shells, otherwise, air combat will become the grave of the aircraft!
Ichiro Gaoqian turned the nose of the plane and took a last look at the ground. Maybe after this air battle, the balance of the battle will be tilted towards that guy.

After the plane withdrew, Zhang Gang breathed a sigh of relief and began to rescue the wounded. In the dense forest, there were fallen trees everywhere, and the large and thick trees were blown down in pieces, and some wounded were crushed underneath. Only a faint cry for help could be heard.

Zhang Gang lifted half of the big tree with both arms, glanced at the soldiers below, and frowned slightly.

The tree root broke the warrior's leg, but even so, the warrior still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Chief, it's great that you're fine!" Zhao Xiaohu said excitedly, and then he was lightly patted on the shoulder, feeling much lighter.

"I'm fine, you need to have a good rest!" Zhang Gang patted the bandage on a serious injury, and saw Zhao Xiaohu's face turned rosy, and then took out the splint, fixed Zhao Xiaohu's leg, put it aside, and continued to walk down A rescue point.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and Sun Desheng rushed over with the remaining four or five hundred cavalry. Seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes were red.

"Chief, are you alright! Lu Meng, what are you doing? The little devil's plane is bombing overhead. You fucking don't protect the chief. Instead, you want the chief to protect you. You are a good staff officer. I..." Sun Desheng threw He lowered his horsewhip, wanted to draw out his saber, and fought desperately with Lu Meng.

A hand was pressed on Sun Desheng's wrist, and Sun Desheng immediately let go, and looked up, just in time to see Zhang Gang's eyes.

"Old Sun, you have a bit of a temper. Is it time to lose your temper? Hurry up and treat the wounded with me." Zhang Gang withdrew his hand and continued to help the wounded.

Lu Meng turned his back suddenly, his shoulders kept shaking. When he was blown away by the bomb blast, he didn't shed a single tear. When the little devil's plane flew towards him, and the machine gun bomb swept everything, he didn't even blink his eyebrows. Sun Desheng reprimanded him. When he was there, he didn't refute him with a single word, but his defense was broken by Zhang Gang's words, and the seven-foot man cried like a child.

Chief, I was wrong, I will apologize to Staff Officer Lu later! "Sun Desheng was a little ashamed, and helped Zhang Gang to fix the broken bones of the wounded.

"They're all my brothers. Why do I apologize? I said, old grandson, how come you are the first to charge? You are not like me. I have thick skin and thick flesh. I may not be killed by a single shell. You can block a single bullet." Can't stop." Zhang Gang said lightly, his figure suddenly became mysteriously straight.

"Chief, don't talk about this. Who among us is the most able to take the lead in the charge? It's not you. You didn't do a good job. As a result, when you fight, you all charge up. In terms of bravery, my old grandson even ranks in the top ten. I can't even make it!" Sun Desheng pushed back neither softly nor hard.

"Well, I know you guys are going to say this. I just want to get me to do something, and I want you to give me some pointers. How many casualties are there in this charge?"

"The casualties are less than 20, and we can still charge for a while, Chief, or let's charge again and finish off the No. [-] Seventh Regiment of the little devil!" At the handle, it may come out of the sheath at any time.

"Crazy, with the current strength, it will be fine if the little devils don't come to attack us. Hurry up and pack up the guys and prepare to retreat."

At this moment, five red signal flares rose from the north, and Zhang Gang suddenly relaxed: "The monk is here, we don't have to worry about it, let him handle the rest of the matter!"

On October 10, Zhang Gang led the guard group and surrounded the No. 6 Eighth Regiment of the Little Devils 20 miles outside the ice city, and then ambushed the No. 20 Seventh Regiment of the Little Devils who left the city, annihilating most Overwhelmed the Little Devils Flying Brigade and shot down 68 of the Little Devils' planes.

The little devil made three wounds a day, like a frightened bird, with [-] troops in the air, but he dared not go out to fight, and watched Zhang Gang lead the troops away.

The scale of this battle was small, but it was extremely fierce. After the battle, both sides declared that they had won the battle.

The little devils began to shrink their troops, abandoning remote towns and [-]% of the countryside.

Zhang Gang took advantage of the trend to expand, occupying [-]% of the countryside, [-]% of the towns and counties, and [-]% of the population.

As for the grain collection, the little devil almost didn't come back with a whole regiment, and he had to join another regiment and an aviation brigade. How many people would he send to collect grain?A brigade or a division?I'm afraid that what they snatched is not enough for the division to feed itself.

The little devil lost his temper and didn't want to grab food, he just wanted to keep [-]% of his own food!
It's so beautiful!
(End of this chapter)