An hour after the war broke out, Klekachi and the small town opposite Hailanpao were completely shrouded in fireworks and explosions.

The 39th Division of the First Army of the Amur Group, stationed here, was almost completely destroyed by the sudden air strike. In and outside the city, thousands of soldiers and civilians ran around in fear, shouting and screaming in their mouths. Under the threat of irregular bombing, they rushed around like headless flies!

In the sky, more than a dozen fighter jets continued to dive unscrupulously, occasionally dropping a bomb. The small black dot penetrated the shadows of the smoke and shady, and accompanied by the screams of soul-catching chasing, the people below could not even raise any slightest resistance.

When the dark iron lump hit the ground with a bang, no matter how far away the person was, even hundreds of meters away, he would run away from him as if he was crazy!

Looking from the air, the entire town was like a collapsed dam under the impact of storms. The order was completely collapsed and there was no effective resistance to organize. All important places were destroyed by the first round of bombing. There was no one in the remaining intact buildings.

There are also a very few exceptions who have known how to prevent attacks from the air before. Whether it is a bomb thrown from a hot air balloon or a shell shot from a distance, there is always a blind spot to avoid, so that those who know all this can get a brief breath.

Among them is George Max, the British Times correspondent in the Far East.

Mr. Max, who had always been strict with his external image, looked embarrassed at this time. Two of the scratched suit buttons broke, and several cracks were torn open on the sleeves. The inner vest was covered with black and red blood stains. A pair of leather shoes that wiped the shiny oily every time they went out, were slapped by countless feet, and the mud mixed with the strange smell was splashed onto the legs of the trouser legs.

In his memory, he had never been so embarrassed. If he had been so dirty in his usual circumstances, he would even be upset for several days of restlessness.

But now, Mr. Max was unconscious. All his attention was attracted by the shaking figures in front of him and the soaring killer looming in the sky!

"Buzz-boom!"

Another two-wing "Eagle 1" fighter jet swept past from a height of 100 meters. The single-row nine-cylinder star-shaped piston engine with a maximum of 600 horsepower drives more than one ton of bodies. It is as sensitive as a soaring swallow, bringing a violent rolling airflow, rolling the dense smoke into strange dragons, rolling behind it.

It did not leave even a shell, but the people below all let out heart-wrenching screams. But they didn't know how to avoid it, and countless pairs of eyes were filled with despair.

George Max widened his eyes excitedly, staring at the fighter plane quickly climbing up in the distance without blinking, turning around skillfully, swaying and preparing for the next dive. In his mouth, he muttered nervously: "yes!yes! That's it! I know, hahaha!"

He trembled violently, as if he had malaria. His two clenched fists were raised against his chest, and he waved them with a short force from time to time, as if he was encouraging the movements of the fighter.

When the entire small town suffered an indiscriminate blow, it is easy to be misunderstood to be a traitor if he does such an abnormal attitude.

The young assistant who hid behind him with his head held his head tightly, saw him looking like he was terrified and pulled him in horror: "Private! Please find a place to hide quickly, this is too dangerous!"

"boom!"

A bomb exploded in the street dozens of meters away, lifting an air-resistant machine gun position set up on the building from the side. In fact, this was simply a waste of time. All the soldiers in the machine gun position had already run away.

The broken construction waste was scattered hundreds of meters away like hail, and some of them fell from the heads of Max and the others. The steel helmets they bought for a high price were jingling. Some larger stones hit their bodies. A piece of black green was left, which made people tremble all over their bodies.

The young assistant screamed like a little chick who saw a weasel.

Max was upset when he heard this, and grabbed a stone and knocked it on his head. He shouted loudly: "Damn stupid, shut up! You are simply shameful to the war correspondents! Those bombs cannot fall on our heads. Give me a boost and observe carefully!"

The Chinese steel helmet was hit by a stone and a "sweet" sounded. The poor assistant made a moan of despair as if he was hit by a bullet. A suffocating smell of urine came out of his crotch. His eyes rolled up and he fainted on the spot!

"coward!"

Mr. Max spitted with contempt, pulled out the Chinese-made camera from his hand curled up like a chicken claw, skillfully fiddled with the camera, and confirmed that there was no problem. He then raised his head and aimed at the "Eagle 1" fighter plane that was getting closer and closer in the sky, muttering: "I'm going to succeed soon! The world's greatest war correspondent, the first reporter to witness air combat, discovered with his own eyes the secret of China's powerful air strike power!"

He was excited, excited, and his heart was filled with fanaticism like a great geographical discovery!

It is hard to imagine that in Europe, the aircraft that has just entered the practical stage and can barely stay in the air for dozens of minutes, has become a weapon of war that dominates the air in the distant East China!

From the launch of the bombing to the present, for an hour, those cute guys with wings have been hovering in the sky, dropping bombs or diving and strafing from time to time. What does this mean? This fully demonstrates that the Chinese have long been ahead of countries around the world and have built powerful and huge fighter jets!

Mr. Max didn't know how to name it, but he knew very well that this unprecedented discovery alone would be enough for unimaginable benefits.

From the perspective of news, he personally witnessed the world's first air strike, and it can even be inferred that in future wars, air power will surely become an important victory element that cannot be ignored. This can be clearly seen from the effect of the Russians being raided, and the effect is simply incredibly powerful! Before he saw that even a Chinese soldier arrived, the defenders of the entire border defense center were almost collapsed!

As a war correspondent, with his profound military discipline, Max is confident that after he goes back, he will use this as a material to write a bestseller!

From the intelligence perspective, the photos he took today will surely become the treasures that Europe and the United States compete for! Because China has been strictly blocked for more than ten years, the outside world knows too little about their military construction status. If we can see the results shown in the actual war, we will formulate countermeasures for various countries and the comprehensive improvement of their own military construction, which will have immeasurable value!

In the Far East, there are very few war correspondents stationed by countries. Those who can personally experience an unprecedented air strike and obtain first-hand information. Those who can survive to the end will surely become the winner of everyone’s contempt!

He, George Max, must be the luckiest one of them!

"Click!Click!Click!"

The expensive film was quickly consumed by him as if he didn't want money, and Mr. Max didn't feel any pain at all. His whole mind was occupied by the great achievements that were about to come. His only thought was to take pictures and record everything he saw!

Before he knew it, a film was used up. Mr. Max skillfully operated the film and poured it back, opened the back cover and took it out, turned around and went to the tool kit that the assistant was carrying to prepare to get a new replacement, but was shocked to find that at some point the coward woke up and ran away silently!

"Damn it! Bad! Idiot! Trash!"

He screamed in anger. He vomited swear words that he would never say in front of outsiders, almost going crazy on the spot!

What a great opportunity, an opportunity that is hard to encounter in your life, was ruined by a fool. Has the Almighty God abandoned his people?

Roaring, venting, no use.

George Max stopped panting, licked the foam on his lips with his tongue, and glanced around fiercely, making sure there was no sign of that bastard. He stomped his feet unwillingly. He held the camera in his arms with one hand and covered his helmet with the other hand. The cat's waist was along the wall and quickly fled towards the outside of the small town.

At some point, the planes in the sky also stopped bombing and strafing. They just circled slowly in the circle in the sky, like goshawks ready to dive and hunt at any time.

George Max jumped and jumped over the collapsed walls on the street, broken carriages, corpses everywhere, salutes and garbage, and even guns and weapons. He ran out of the city with difficulty.

But the place he was staying before happened to be the center of the city, and almost all the targets of the bombing were in that area. The buildings with thick smoke were either blown up early by people lurking in, or were crushed by bombs, making the ground full of obstacles. It was impossible to go faster.

After finally walking out of that place with difficulty, the street in front of me suddenly became much narrower and muddy. The shops and buildings on both sides had no aesthetic sense or order, and were filled with various essential factors such as dirty and messy.

But this place is not a slum. On the contrary, it is the center of trade with China along the entire Heilongjiang River. The goods distribution center in Russia. The countless bungalows extending from the street to both sides are all warehouses. The reason why the ground is that there are too many cars coming in and out, countless horses urinate and defecate everywhere, countless wheels crush them, and people's leather boots trampled, it is strange that they can be cleaned.

He was already in a very embarrassing state, but George Max still maintained his true nature of being clean. He wouldn't come to this place normally, and he was passing by in the car.

Now, the smell of being bombed by the bomb is getting stronger and stronger, filling every inch of air, making people almost suffocate when they lift their noses.

He had to force himself to breathe with the smallest amplitude, frowned and endured the discomfort in his heart, tiptoed over the "mines" all over the ground as much as possible, and planned to pass through as fast as possible.

At this moment, a large group of dirt-shaped Russians suddenly rushed out in front of them.

These people were dressed very worn and dirty, with unshaven beards and bandit-like spirits. They looked like they were not good things at first glance.

They didn't seem to be afraid of the fighter jets hovering above their heads. Dozens of people holding knives and axes in their hands, and even some rifles, rushing to the streets noisy, without caring about the feces and muds all over the ground, staring around with their eyes.

The shop closest to them first became their target. Several big men in the lead shouted rudely, one of them waved his axe and "Kara" to split the lock, flew up and kicked it away, and broke into it.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, the big man staggered and fell backwards, and a blood stain on his chest quickly spread.

The other strong men dodged aside, without aiming at a few guns, and beat inside and thumped.

Not long after, the resistance inside stopped. Several people rushed in again, and heard a gunshot inside, and a shrill howling suddenly sounded and stopped abruptly.

Soon, several big men rushed out with money waving in their hands and laughing wildly. One of them wore an obviously disfitable leather jacket, stained with shocking blood stains, which was clearly taken off the dead man!

"This is a thug in the city, a bastard who specializes in taking advantage of the chaos to rob the house!"

George Max travels around the most chaotic areas of the world. He has seen too many such people. They only dare to make small fusses on weekdays, and any small policeman can control them. Once the city is in chaos, they will take the opportunity to jump out, rob, kill people and do whatever they want, and do everything!

For such people, it is better to stay away!

George Max didn't plan to take risks, so he made a quick decision and turned around and left in a hurry.

But the thugs on the opposite side immediately targeted him!

In a chaotic city, most people with fast legs fled from the core area, while the rest closed their doors and hid at home and did not dare to move. Only a very small number of people still stayed on the street.

Although Mr. Max's clothes were torn, they were still handmade suits that only high-ranking gentlemen could afford. The leather shoes under his feet and the steel helmet above his head all showed dignity and dignity, and also represented his wealth.

The thugs who were rampant on the streets were unorganized, disciplined, and had no definite goals. They did not dare to break into large shops and government agencies with powerful power. Those decent people on the streets were the best targets!

The ferociously-faced strong man let out a rude roar. Several people chased after him!

George Max's face changed drastically, and he no longer cared about avoiding the dirty ground and ran faster.

This move attracted the anger of the thugs. The guy holding the gun immediately pulled the trigger. He hit the ball around and flew around the streets without any accuracy, and occasionally swept over his head, splashing dazzling Mars on the walls!

Max subconsciously avoided it, but unexpectedly, a piece of gravel suddenly stepped on under his feet, and he heard a "click" on his ankle. He groaned in pain, his body suddenly lost balance, and he fell into a large area of ​​sewage that was stinky, almost choking him on the spot!

Even so, George Max still did not forget to protect the camera tightly.

A group of thugs rushed up with a storm, kicking and beating in a mess!

George Max didn't want to die in their hands, and shouted loudly in Russian: "Don't hit you, I'll give you money! Let me go!"

The thugs seemed to be moved, and stopped one after another and pulled him up from the ground. The strong man in the lead saw the successive in his hands at a glance, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately snatched him over with a rough hand.

Mr. Max did not dare to argue, so he could only watch him turn around and fiddle with helpless eyes, looking like he was incompetent.

"These rude and lowly guys probably don't know how to use the camera, right?"

He thought in his heart that George Max had a chance of luck.

Unexpectedly, the strong man, who had found the trick by accident or found the trick, opened the back cover with a click. When he saw that it was empty inside, he immediately stared at him with a fierce look and shouted: "Search him!"

Seven or eight hands held George Max, stripped him from head to toe, and the protected film was found and handed it to the thug leader.

The guy seemed to have got a gold nugget, his eyes shone brightly and laughed wildly. Finally, he carefully put it into his inner pocket, then turned around and looked at the angry British reporter, and suddenly waved his hand hard: "Kill him!"

George Max was furious and blurted out: "You can't do that! I'm!"

"Puchi!"

A bayonet pierced hard into his chest, penetrated his internal organs, and the gushing blood foam instantly stuck his throat, leaving the remaining half of the words in his chest forever.

A group of thugs threw away the twitching corpses, and continued to rob and destroy along the street with a blatant laugh. However, the strong man quietly left halfway.

Not long after, he appeared in a remote courtyard on the outskirts of the city. A Chinese man exchanged a large stack of Chinese Yuan bills for cameras and films and placed them on a shelf in the corner of the house.

There, there were more than a dozen cameras produced in various countries randomly placed, many of which were covered with blood and shining with obscure light. (~^~)
Chapter completed!