When the pursuit began, the Japanese pilots who discriminated against the Chinese Air Force felt even more desperate. They actually saw white faces through the cabin cover of the I-16 that flew past their planes! Oh my God, it was Soviet... (Chinese pilots were not allowed to fly for the I-16 fighter jets for a while after entering the Anti-Japanese battlefield. All those who used these fighters to fight against the Japanese were Soviet Air Volunteer Team pilots.)

The emotions of the people who were originally gathered in high places in the city and watched the flood in awe were completely incited by air war. For the first time in the battle that lasted more than a month, they saw their plane soaring in the sky, chasing the enemy, and surrounding and annihilated the enemy... "Long live! Long live! Long live!..." Someone heard the sound first, and the soldiers of Kaifeng shouted in unison. In addition to shouting the word Long live, they could no longer find any other words. Among these infatuated officers and soldiers, the highest officer Liu Qing was also included. Perhaps they wanted to use this passion to dispel regrets and awe for the flood, and these shouting officers and soldiers kept shouting until the end of the air war!

This was a record-breaking air battle. The Chinese Air Force (Soviet Air Volunteer Team) had no casualties and completely wiped out the 24 heavy bombers invaded by the Japanese army!

While the air battle was in the meantime, the Central News Agency was sending the same message across the country: After **, it withdrew the tactics to attract the Japanese army to fight to the decisive battle near Zhengzhou. Before the full-on-the-counterattack, it also launched a raid on all Japanese airports in three provinces at the same time. However, this action aroused the Japanese alert. When the Japanese army found that their participating troops were surrounded by strategically, they used dozens of heavy bombers to blow up the Yellow River embankment and blocked the **'s full-on-the-counterattack...

This is a very easy-to-believe news: ** has formed a strategic siege on the Japanese decisive troops, and ** has taken the lead in launching a full-scale attack on the Japanese rear airport. The Chinese Air Force is sending all air forces to fight to the Japanese Air Force to defend the Yellow River embankment... When it was reported in the evening that the entire Chinese Air Force had fought with the crazy Japanese army and the crazy Japanese army's army to fight to the death. After shooting down twenty-four heavy bombers of the Japanese army, the conclusion that the Yellow River embankment was blown up by the Japanese army had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and even received widespread recognition in the international community!

For a time, a large anti-Japanese war parade from all over the country was launched quickly, and almost every city had people speaking and accusing them. At this time, a major propaganda plan was also being carried out in Yan'an: "Shocking Lies!", "Who blew up the Yellow River embankment!?", "Who killed more Chinese people?"... Titles and articles were brewing, and they were preparing...

In another place, which was ignored by the people of the whole country, Cao Xiaomin and others were suffering from the torture of floods in a wilderness!

Half of the Japanese army they met had been caught up with the flood before they reached the bottom of the slope. Because the flood peak was very close, people on the slope could see why people were gone as long as they were swept into the flood: that was not water, but mud! No matter how watery people were in the mud, they could only sink, and they could only be called water at about twenty or thirty meters after the mud tide; as the water waves tumbling, they could see people drowned in the mud being turned into the water and rinsed for a while to reveal their clothes.

The color of the corpses churning in the water suddenly disappeared. I don’t know if they were swept into the mud or the water that had been soaked in them finally mixed into mud... Cao Xiaomin saw that most of the corpses that appeared and disappeared from time to time were not wearing Japanese military uniforms, and many people were washed away by the flood and dressed as naked corpses or wearing ordinary Chinese costumes. His heart sank at this moment, and it turned out that the pleasure brought by seeing the ghosts being swept in suddenly disappeared completely!

When he came down from the tree, he saw his brothers watching the remaining Japanese being killed by mud rushing up the slope with inertia. None of them fired a shot, but none of the Japanese troops, which seemed so crowded just now, survived!

Hong Feng finally failed to rush up, and when he reached the waist of the slope, he began to dodge to both sides, but the cyclone still carried some brothers away. Only then did everyone subconsciously fall down and endure a flying sand and stones scrape by!

Unconsciously, Cao Xiaomin pressed He Yan tightly with one hand. Everyone was waiting for the power of nature to pass in panic. Behind him, waves of neighing from the horses were faintly heard against the cyclone. Most of the horses did not climb up the hill but were hidden in the woods behind the hills. When they discovered the enemy situation and were preparing to ambush, there were still twenty brothers guarding the horses. When everyone was shocked by the peak, they remembered that they were all catching up. At least half of the horses and brothers didn't have time to catch up. What are they doing now!?

Those military horses are the lifeblood of the soldiers! Cao Xiaomin was filled with sorrow, but at this time he found that the person under his arm was sobbing...

"It's okay, the flood cannot come, don't be afraid..." Cao Xiaomin comforted He Yan like a timid little girl.

"Those people, those people, so many people..." He Yan suddenly cried harder and harder. Maybe the journey was too difficult, maybe the journey was too many and thrilling, maybe the fear that had been hidden in her heart was too deep... She turned out to be a little girl, she had already endured too much; at this moment, she suddenly vented her heart and couldn't take it back as soon as she let it go.

The flood peak passed quickly, but most of the people who were frightened by the forces of nature were still lying on the ground. They stood up one after another when the sound of running water continued to roar in their ears but there was no trace of that sharp roar.

What fell into Cao Xiaomin and others was full of sadness: the water that could not be seen was filled with various debris and broken buildings, and the wooden boards and beams were circling among the waves... "Ah!..." He Yan screamed in dismay, and with her eyes, Cao Xiaomin saw a long-dead child tied to a wooden board. That should have been tied to the wooden board to survive at the most critical moment, but he still drowned. His little face, which had turned into a blue-gray, was soaked in the water and floated in front of everyone for a few seconds, and was covered by the waves that hit the hillside and rolled back. A sudden spin then disappeared into the yellow water.

Cao Xiaomin suddenly hugged He Yan and hid her head and face in his arms. He saw a mother and son floating over with ropes to each other. The stiff limbs showed that they were dead too... There were many terrible scenes in the water, so many that they could not count them, so many that they could fill every dream of the witnesses' life...
Chapter completed!