What was the place with the most disasters in the Kanto region?
Lu Da was undoubtedly the first choice.
Due to its unique geographical location, there were few in the world that could compare to it.
In the beginning, it was ceded to the hairy bear and ruled for many years.
After Mao Xiong was defeated by the Jiaopenji, Luda was ruled by the Jiaopenji for many years.
It was even more humiliating than a concession. It was a real cede, equivalent to a chicken's territory.
Everything was done according to their rules.
Wafangdian was located in the northern part of Luda University.
It was the bridgehead to defend Luda. The elites of the elite Jiaopeng Army were stationed there. The Yan Huang people who used to live there were all chased to Luda as cheap labor, and they were replaced by the garrison soldiers.
As time passed, Wafangdian became more and more bustling.
This day was no different from usual for the people here.
It was a leisurely morning and a pleasant afternoon.
It also happened to be Emperor Hirohito's birthday. The streets of Wafangdian were full of residents and soldiers on vacation wearing kimonos and clogs.
They sang and danced to congratulate the Emperor of Japan, who was far away in their own country.
At this moment, a familiar roar came from the sky.
Few of the chickens looked up at the sky. They were already used to this.
Air Force training was nothing out of the ordinary.
It was not until the rumbling sound got closer and closer that someone finally felt that something was wrong.
In the past, their own Air Force's drills were naturally from south to north or from west to east.
But this time, the voice came from the north.
He raised his head and looked up.
The outline of the fighter jet above the sky gradually appeared and began to dive down at a 45-degree angle.
"Air raid! It's an air strike!"
"Sound the air defense alarm!"
It had to be said that the reaction speed of the chickens in the basin was indeed fast.
However, no matter how fast it was, it couldn't compare to the diving speed of a plane.
Just as he was fleeing, the fighter jet had already swooped down above the long street.
It was a plane that he had never seen before.
Compared to the foot-basin, it gave off a more powerful feeling.
As for Zhang Xueming, who was the pilot, his expression was normal.
If Feng Yong, who was sitting in the backseat, saw this, he would have noticed that his brother's eyes were exceptionally cold, as if they were devoid of any humanity.
" Xiqing, just scare them. After all-"
Before he finished speaking.
The fighter jet opened fire angrily.
Four large caliber machine guns swept across the street like thunder, mercilessly spraying flames of anger.
For a moment, the fighter jet's path was filled with blood.
The chicken that was hit did not even leave a complete corpse.
At the end of the long street, Zhang Xueming pulled up the control stick and climbed up. Then, he drew a beautiful arc in the sky and changed his direction to dive again.
Cruel?
Brutal?
No one in this land would forget what they had done in Luda University.
Give him a taste of his own medicine!
Moreover, that bone-piercing national mourning would constantly remind Zhang Xueming of the heavy burden on his shoulders.
"Damn it, I don't want to be a good guy anymore!”
"Xi Qing, there are the most people in the square at three o'clock. Didn't you not throw that napalm bomb? That place is the most suitable!"
Feng Yong wasn't the kind of person who would let things slide.
Previously, he had persuaded Zhang Xueming because he was afraid that his good brother would suffer if the matter blew up.
However, at this moment, what he did not need the most was rationality!
"That's right. In the future, as the commander of the Air Force, you must always remember how you feel now. You're treating animals, not humans, so don't show any mercy.”
Zhang Xueming was extremely happy. He immediately changed directions and headed straight for the square.
Without needing to aim, the napalm bomb was dropped from the sky.
Boom!
Beautiful flames and rising black clouds.
In the eyes of Zhang Xueming and Feng Yong, it was the most perfect painting in the world!
At the same time.
The Air Force had already received the news.
Amidst their shock, they quickly dispatched two Type 88 fighter jets to take off.
When they arrived at Wafangdian, the driver could hardly believe his eyes.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Flame Purgatory!
What he saw was a glaring red and a building full of holes.
Burning, endless burning!
And the culprit was actually performing a highly difficult midair maneuver, as if he was showing off and waiting for the arrival of the two basin-type fighter jets.
"Two, what should we do?" Feng Yong was a little worried.
The sky was different from the land. There was no cover at all.
If they were destroyed, they would have to meet the King of Hell.
Zhang Xueming answered with his actions.
Instead of retreating, he charged straight for the fighter jet.
Although the training time was definitely not as long as the other side.
However, the performance of the epoch-making fighter jet could completely make up for the lack of experience.
The 840 horsepower super engine was fully powered.
Before the two fighter jets could react, they had already made a sharp turn in the air and bit the tail of one of them.
Such excellent mobility made the military advisor of John who was watching the battle outside Wafangdian excited.
" There is no doubt that it is the most advanced fighter jet in the world today. Many of the technologies are things that we are researching but have yet to come to fruition.”
Daoding sighed.
Violent explosions and dazzling sparks burst out in the sky.
No matter how the Type 88 fighter jet that was bitten by the J-1 tried to dodge, it could not escape the former's pursuit.
Getting rid of him wasn't what Zhang Xueming wanted.
It had to be the most carefree killing.
When he aimed at the fuel tank, the bullets shot out like two light whips, leaving no room for him to dodge.
The fuel tank exploded, and the two pilots were blown into pieces. The plane also disintegrated in the air.
The other Type 88 fighter jet was scared out of its wits.
When the two planes crossed paths just now, he clearly saw that the other pilot was Asian and had a devilish smile on his face.
Fear filled his entire body.
The only thing that could contend against it was the extreme coldness.
After the Basin-Fighter made a large turn, it did not retreat but charged forward instead, firing wildly.
Dao Ding sighed.
"The Basin-Fighter will definitely lose."
In comparison, the Type 88 fighter jet was at the level of the late stage of World War I.
Not only was the cockpit not sealed, but even the design required the machine gunner behind the pilot to manually operate it.
Other than the fact that the accuracy was far from enough, the bomb load was also on the upper limit.
As expected.
The Chengdu J-1 moved around in the air like a teasing clown, and soon the opponent exhausted his last bullet.
The two pilots of the Type 88 fighter jet had nothing to rely on to fight against fear.
What he faced was the machine gun that he had once looked down on the most.
The two wings were broken one after another, and they could no longer fly.
Hundreds of meters in the air, it was falling without any gravity, and the two pilots were powerless to stop it.
If he didn't die under the machine gun, even if he died, he would have to experience true fear and face death head-on.
Screams resounded through the sky.
On this Shengda Festival, it became Zhang Xueming's most sincere congratulatory gift to the chicken.
Bloody birthday.
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