Yang Lichu was actually very nervous.

It was too dangerous for Zhang Yong not to enter the air raid shelter.

If the Japanese plane strafuses at a low altitude...

He is not only her man, but also the hope of victory!

If there is a three-length and two-length…

"The Japanese plane is busy! Don't be nervous!"

"It's better to enter the air-raid shelter safety point..."

"The signal inside is not good. It delays things."

Zhang Yong refused.

The radio technology these days is very average.

In the wild, the transmission distance is about fifty kilometers. It was already at the forefront of the world at that time.

Instant communications, mobile phones, satellite phones and other things from later generations can reach every corner of the world.

After entering the air raid shelter, the signal attenuation is severe.

Yang Lichu had to arrange a guard post to closely monitor the sky. Once he found that the Japanese aircraft tried to strafuse the ground, he immediately took Zhang Yong away.

At this moment, it was around four o'clock in the afternoon. The visibility of the sky was still very good. The blue sky and white clouds were poetic and picturesque. Unfortunately, it was wartime.

"I hit it..."

"I hit it..."

A Japanese fighter jet burst into flames in the sky.

The terrain around Zhongshan Park is wide and you can see far away with a telescope.

Even without a telescope, the naked eye can see the fire bursting in the air.

"Whose plane is it?"

"It was from the Japanese invaders. There was a red cake on it."

"Yes, it was from the Japanese invaders. I also saw it. It was such a big piece of red plaster."

Watching the fun is the nature of Chinese people.

Even during the war, there are still onlookers.

When it was discovered that the Japanese invaders were shot down, more people came to watch. Many people went back.

"The commissioner is here, what are we afraid of?"

"Yes! The commissioner is not afraid, what are we afraid of!"

There are more and more onlookers.

Gu Bafeng and Chen Shiwen looked at each other and had to ask Zhang Yong for instructions.

"No need to worry. Let them see!"

"yes."

The two agreed.

The two of them also stood by and watched the fun.

They all have telescopes. Of course, they see clearly than others. The more they look, the more excited they become.

Fierce battles were in full swing in the air. The Japanese invaders were besieged continuously and were shot down intermittently. Everyone could see clearly.

Fighters in the early days of World War II were basically equipped with machine guns and few were organic guns.

Fighters hit by machine guns usually catch fire and burn slowly or get out of control. Few people explode in the air.

Therefore, those fighter jets that were hit are still easy to identify.

"Valedin! Rise 4500 altitude!"

"Xu Huansheng! Up to 4900 altitude!"

Commander Zhang Yong was calm and composed.

Basically, it is like ground combat. It is all about siege and blocking.

Using superior forces, he suddenly launched an attack from the flanks of Japanese fighter jets or behind them. After fighting, he ran away.

There is a radar map showing various information, which is clear at a glance.

A Japanese-style 97 fighter jet left the team and tried to escape from a low altitude.

It landed quickly to an altitude of 1,200 meters. This way, people on the ground could see more clearly.

"Tong Yanbo! Decrease by 1600 altitude!"

Zhang Yong immediately issued an order.

Want to run?

No way.

"Cauliflower snake, heading 144, dropping 1600 altitude!"

Continue to deploy.

The Cauliflower Snake is the code name of a BA-65 fighter.

Zhang Yong is not sure what the pilot is named. There are too many people and can't remember it. Generally, he doesn't make marks.

Otherwise, if the radar map displays too many acquaintance marks, some very important information may be missed.

"clear!"

Cauliflower Snake answers. Then execute the instructions.

When it descended to a height of 1,600, it found that a Japanese plane was passing by just below it.

Without thinking, he immediately opened fire and condescending.

"Shit..."

"Shit..."

Machine gun bullets swept through.

The Japanese fighter plane was hit. But it's okay.

Didn't hit the key point. So, it didn't get out of control.

The Japanese pilot secretly called luck and rushed to speed up and tried to escape.

result……

There is an ambush in front of it.

"Shit..."

"Shit..."

Tong Yanbo and his teammates went over with a string of machine gun bullets.

Finally, the Japanese plane did not escape. It was hit and gradually caught fire.

"I've hit it!"

"I've hit it!"

The onlookers on the ground cheered warmly.

This time, most people saw it clearly. It was the Japanese invaders' plane. There was a red plaster.

It rolled in the air, burning, pulling out long black smoke.

Finally, it staggered onto the ground and burst into a bright flame.

Before it, many Japanese planes had crashed.

Another one fell into the river.

“Come on coffee.”

Zhang Yong snapped his fingers.

Leisure and leisurely.

The main focus is leisurely and leisurely.

In the past, he was in the air and needed to control the plane.

No need now. Just sit on the ground and issue instructions comfortably. That's awesome.

I’ll have a cup of coffee and a few snacks, and it’s afternoon tea.

A perfect way to show off...
To be continued...