Rise From Eight Hundred

The Hawk III, which rushed out of the hail of bullets, made a big turn in front!

The two pilots, who were also exhausted in the sky, stopped for a moment and entered low altitude. Their squadron leader was waiting for them.

After the three fighters converged at one point, they roared from three kilometers away 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 lift at the lowest speed.

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 the top of 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 proud Air Force would never make such a move after the fierce battle and the fuel was close to the critical value for the return trip.

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 to the three Chinese fighter planes passing by, including the cavalry 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 tribute.

It is these warriors in the blue sky who leave the hope of life to them.

"The Chinese Air Force salutes the Chinese infantry who defend 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 figure as straight as a pine tree, 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 put out the fire.

As a commander, how sad he felt!

He must be in great need of comfort at this moment. 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. Like a mother holding her child.

Yes, Tantai Mingyue's female intuition is correct. At this time, Tang Dao was in an important stage of transition from soldier to 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 forces him to make cruel choices. In order to win, someone must sacrifice. Even though he knew very well that for this national war, no one could be sacrificed, including the two army lieutenant generals, including himself.

But before that, more lives must pass away before them.

The commander's first responsibility is to win the war. Therefore, Tang Dao must learn to give up, including giving up the lives of his colleagues in an extremely cold way.

There is actually a difference between taking the initiative to lead three thousand 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 battlefield situation is ever-changing, and a dead end may not always be a dead end, but advancing towards a bomb is a sure way to 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 the result of 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.

If a general wants to grow up, he must learn to be cold and even cruel, and cruelly throw fresh lives into the meat grinder-like battlefield.

If you want to cherish life, you must first have a paradise for life.

The dove of peace flying in the sky, in an era where everyone needs to survive, is destined to end up as a dish on the table.

This is the price of growth!

Although this price is extremely cruel!

However, Tan Tai Mingyue is also rational enough. She 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, and his battlefield may come soon.

Three fighter planes in the air flew low over the ground battlefield in formation. They saluted the ground army and said goodbye to their comrades.

There were aircraft wreckage everywhere on the ground, some of which were Japanese and some were Chinese. Five of the ten fighter planes crashed here, and five Chinese pilots were buried in this land.

After the final farewell, the three fighter planes roared into the sky and flew towards Jinling.

Tan Tai Ming Yue told Tang Dao, who had regained his composure, the name of the ace pilot of the ‘eight-star’ fighter.

For the little butterfly from the future, the name of ‘Zhao Zilong in the sky’ is naturally well-known. It is a blessing to see his style and fight side by side with him here!

However, Tan Tai Ming Yue actually felt that Tang Dao’s eyes were filled with deep sadness again.

Could it be because Hawk III was injured in the hail of bullets under his military order?

Tan Tai Ming Yue was very smart, and she guessed the appearance of the matter.

‘The Steel Helmet of Jiangnan Land’ was indeed injured in this round of ‘Fire at Me’.

In the cabin that no one could see, the thigh of the Chinese ace pilot was actually covered in blood.

The Hawk III fuselage was hit by at least 70 or 80 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’ aircraft cockpit that was ahead of the times of the American cowboys, most of the bullets shot from the bottom did not penetrate the bulletproof steel plate.

But the bulletproof plate is not omnipotent. After all, there were bullets shot in from an oblique direction. The terrible ricochet bullets that did not hit the human body rolled and hit Le Yiqing's thigh.

A blood hole as thick as a cigar appeared on his thigh. If it was two centimeters off, it would hit the artery, and then this Chinese ace pilot might not have the opportunity to salute the ground army and his compatriots.

But this is not important.

What is important is that the little butterfly who traveled through time and space knew that in the past time and space, this ace pilot who frightened the pilots of the Japanese navy and army would die in the sky over Nanjing 20 days later.

At that time, the Chinese Air Force had only two fighter planes capable of combat.

With one against dozens, it still destroyed two Japanese planes, and then fell from the beloved Chinese blue sky.

Will he have the same fate this time?

Tang Dao didn't know.

He didn't know if he would have the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with this best Chinese pilot again.

Perhaps this farewell, there will be no reunion.

The only thing Tang Dao can be sure of is that the fate of the Songjiang army has changed.

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