The American Airman Who Was Shot in the Head
The American fighter jets didn't bombard them immediately.
It first flew along the railway, parallel to the rear of the train from the side to the front.
Looking at the panic-stricken faces of the busy soldiers of the Northern Dynasty, he was happily chatting with his comrade in the passenger seat.
"Hahaha, Smith, I like to see them panic.”
The fighter pilot enjoyed the thrill.
It was so comfortable.
To fight against the US Army, which had the strongest navy, land, and air forces, one had to live in fear at all times.
The fighter pilot pulled the control stick.
The fighter jet, which was already a few hundred meters away from the train, turned around and dived straight toward the train.
"Retreat! Evacuate the train!"
Tan Zi Wei shouted at the top of his lungs, urging the soldiers to scatter into the forest.
Wu Qianli stuffed the Osprey Whistle into his mouth and blew it hard.
Although Wu Qianli wanted to believe in Ye Qing, he had to learn to make the right decisions in a war.
When the soldiers heard the order, they all ran for their lives into the forest.
The mountains and plains were filled with people in khaki military uniforms who were fleeing in panic.
Ye Qing was still taking deep breaths.
"Over-the-horizon Hawkeye."
After muttering to himself, Ye Qing could suddenly capture the trajectory of the fighter jet with his sharp senses. He had an unparalleled dynamic vision.
He couldn't rush it. He couldn't rush it.
Ye Qing was waiting.
They were waiting for the fighter jet to dive before dropping the bomb. This was the best opportunity to shoot.
It was only at this time that the trajectory of the fighter jet was the easiest to capture.
The American fighter pilot could even see the panic on the faces of the group of people. His finger had already gently placed on the drop button.
Ye Qing's eyes narrowed as he firmly pressed the trigger.
Just as the American fighter pilot was about to press the button.
Bang!
The windshield was instantly penetrated, and the American pilot's head was instantly smashed by this shot.
Red and white liquid sprayed into the cabin.
The hand that was placed on the drop button was pulled back by the huge penetrating force.
Buzz, buzz, buzz-
The American fighter jet was like a kite with a broken string, flying unsteadily.
No matter how the American pilot piloted it, the fighter plane did not listen to any swaying and began to twist up, down, left, and right.
The co-pilot of the fighter plane shook the control stick desperately in fear.
But in response to him.
There was only the smashed cockpit and the sound of electric sparks.
So…
Ye Qing's shot not only blew up the American pilot's head, but it also destroyed the entire control panel.
The volunteers, who had been running for their lives in a panic, stopped in their tracks.
He stared blankly at the sky.
The fighter jet swayed left and right as it crashed into the hill beside the train.
rumble
A huge explosion sounded.
The parts of the plane scattered, and the flames of the explosion rose.
The volunteers were still in a fleeing posture and did not react to what had happened for a moment.
Explode... Exploded?
Why did the American fighter jets... Exploded again?
Not long ago.
At Ji 'an train station, they had witnessed the reconnaissance plane being destroyed.
It had only been a short while!
They had just entered the capital, yet they saw another fighter jet being shot down?？
The seventh company!
It must be the warrior from the 7th Company, the one with the strange spear, the one called Ye Qing.
It must be him!
Waa!
The volunteer soldiers burst into excited cheers. The excitement of surviving a disaster made everyone roar crazily.
Sharpshooter, this was a f * cking real sharpshooter.
Two American planes were killed in a row. Could it be that God sent him down to help the volunteers?？？
The soldiers hugged each other happily.
He vented his emotions.
At this moment, Ye Qing, who was on the hill, stood up with his sniper rifle.
At this moment.
Even though he was hundreds of meters away, Ye Qing could still feel countless burning gazes on him.
"Miles, is it that brat Ye Qing?”
Mei Sheng excitedly hugged Wu Qianli's shoulders and shook them vigorously.
"It's really him. This guy is simply a god. He... him... Another American fighter jet?”
Wu Qianli had been a soldier for so many years.
It wasn't the first time he had seen someone shoot down a plane, but it was the first time he had seen two American planes in a row.
"I've picked up a treasure, I've really picked up a treasure, hahaha.”
Mei Sheng couldn't control his emotions and waved his hand in the direction of Ye Qing.
Tan Zi was dumbfounded.
So what Wu Qianli said just now was not bragging at all, but that the warrior of the 7th Company was really a sharpshooter?
Ah pui!
How could this be called a sharpshooter? This should be called the Grim Reaper.
Tan Ziwei heard it clearly.
The sound of the gunshot was very obvious. Tan Ziwei was certain that he had fired a shot. It must have been a shot that knocked out the American plane.
As one of the top seven sharpshooters.
Tan Ziwei understood what this meant.
This meant that this Seventh Company warrior's ability to capture movement and grasp opportunities was extremely terrifying.
The commanders of the division headquarters, who had run halfway, also looked at the mountainside in shock.
"He shot it down?"
The teacher asked with uncertainty.
"It should be. Didn't that brat Wu Qianli say that they even warned Warrior Ye Qing? It was very likely that he had already gone to the mountain to take precautions.“
The Chief of Staff's eyes were full of energy. He was so excited that his body trembled.
"Commander, should I call that kid over for you?”
The teacher was silent.
After thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice," No, go tell Wu Qianli to continue to be on guard. All the soldiers continue to unload their equipment and split up to march in different directions. Gather at the Changjin Lake area.”
Seeing that the signalman was about to run over, the division commander called out to him again.
"Tell Wu Qianli that the division headquarters will report it. This time, the Seventh Cross will have Comrade Ye Qing recorded as a first-class merit. Personal second-class merit."
The Chief of Staff was stunned.
This comrade is amazing
He had just entered the court and the battle had not even started, yet he already had a second-class merit and a first-class merit?
If he didn't die after the war, his future would be limitless!!
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