Planes roared past in the sky, swooping and strafing from time to time. Although there were only 15 in number, the momentum during the battle was not weak at all. The Japanese troops were all suppressed in the fortifications, and there were very few organized mobile troops.

The crowds on the street now fully understood the situation. This was a premeditated attack. They retreated into their rooms with anxiety and stopped talking about it.

Planes roared past, gunshots, and explosions were heard all the time. Some people could even feel the earth shaking slightly, and the dust on the beams fluttering to the ground.

From time to time, Japanese whistles and various exclamations came from the streets!

The city of Beiping has fallen into an unprecedented chaos.

In the basement of the North China Front Army Headquarters, Chief of Staff Oshirodo Sanji kept spinning around like an ant on a hot pot. He asked anxiously:

"Which places were attacked? What was the damage?"

There was chaos in the basement. A staff officer came over and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:

"Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, the phone line has been cut off. The warriors are busy setting up radio antennas and cannot contact other troops yet."

"Baga!"

Ojoto Sanji gave the answering staff a hard slap in the face.

"Why are you moving so slowly? Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The staff officer bent over, not daring to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied in a low voice:

"Chinese planes have been hovering above us, so the operation of setting up the antenna has been delayed. The Communications Department has lost more than twenty imperial warriors, and their bodies were all beaten into sieves by aviation machine guns!"

Ojoto Sanji gritted his teeth, and the unhappiness in his heart made him want to bite someone.

"Where are our planes? Don't tell me that the air force doesn't have the ability to take off and land at night. The Chinese are already killing us, these losers!"

The staff officer didn't know what was going on outside and didn't dare to answer.

Nanyuan Airport!

The air raid came so suddenly that planes at the airport could not take off in a short time because they had to wait for ground crews to light up the runway.

This process is easy to say, but not so simple to do.

Because there had been very few night takeoffs and landings before, the airport was not fully prepared.

Japanese pilots taxied their planes onto the runway, waiting for the final opportunity to take off.

When Zhou Yingshan arrived at Nanyuan Airport with five planes, he saw that the runway on the Japanese airport was lighting up little by little. There were dark wings in the light, which were Japanese fighter jets waiting to take off.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Yingshan took the lead in lowering the nose of the plane and plunged towards the airport.

"Da da da..."

The plane dived and fired at the same time. The first thing Zhou Yingshan fired was a 12.7mm machine gun bullet.

Large-caliber machine gun bullets swept across the Japanese fighter jets that were about to take off. The wings were broken, the pilots were killed, and the fuel tanks were exploded.

Thick black smoke began to rise over the airport.

The five Hawker III aircraft kept swooping and strafing as if they were in uninhabited territory, and the Japanese aircraft were hit hard one after another like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Da da da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Kill me..."

Unlike other places in Peiping, the anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns deployed around Nanyuan Airport were not for display. After a brief panic, the Japanese air defense positions began to pour out firepower crazily.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity when Chinese aircraft were disrupted by anti-aircraft fire, some Japanese pilots began to take off blindly.

The plane slid onto the dark runway and shot into the dark night like a sharp arrow.

"Ding ding ding..."

A clanking sound began to be heard from the fuselage of the Hawker III fighter, and the wings and fuselage were hit by shell fragments and machine gun bullets.

"boom!"

An extremely dazzling light suddenly appeared in the night sky.

Zhou Yingshan turned around while maneuvering to avoid the enemy's anti-aircraft fire. One of his own fighter planes had turned into a ball of fire and quickly fell towards the airport.

The night was very dark, and Zhou Yingshan didn't know which comrade was shot down. His heart suddenly twitched, and his sadness disappeared in a flash.

The bright light emitted by machine guns and anti-aircraft guns when firing was so clear and dazzling in the darkness. Zhou Yingshan and his comrades had a tacit understanding to hide themselves in the darkness, and then at a certain moment launch a fatal blow to the ground fire.

Soon after, two Japanese fighter planes that had successfully taken off began to swoop towards them from the darkness.

The 12.7mm machine gun bullets have been shot out, leaving only one 7.62 machine gun with bullets left.

After Zhou Yingshan observed the battlefield situation, he decisively issued a retreat order.

The brothers in the flying squadron are very inexperienced in combat. Once they encounter the situation where the enemy's firepower is stronger than their own, the brothers will easily panic. Once they start to panic, their usual skills will not be fully utilized. If they continue to fight with the Japanese army, it is likely to lead to disaster.

result in greater losses.

…

"ah!"

Outside the cell, the body of a Japanese agent on guard flew back. His chest was a bloody mess. He twitched on the ground for a few seconds and then stopped moving.

"Dong dong dong..."

He Dingyuan's heart was beating like a drum, almost bursting out of his chest.

He was holding on to the bars of the cell with both hands, staring at the entrance of the prison without blinking, and his legs were shaking slightly.

He Dingyuan's fellow rats had been frightened by the earth-shattering noise tonight and shrank into the corner. The two beasts seemed to have sensed the tense atmosphere in the cell, with fear in their eyes.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Ahhhh..."

The strange gunshots were followed by bursts of miserable howls, and the guards in the prison flew back one after another as if their bodies had been hit by a heavy hammer.

He Dingyuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and grasped it tighter with his hands.

In the dim and shaking light, a shadow riding a gun appeared first at the corner.

At this moment, He Dingyuan's whole body was stiff, and his hairs stood on end.

"Crack!"

Heavy, firm and somewhat familiar footsteps came over.

When he saw that stern face, He Dingyuan shuddered all over.

Jiang Dong loaded the shotgun in his hand while walking in the direction of He Dingyuan, followed by Song Li, Zhao Erniu and Xiaodouzi.

"Army...Army...Legion Commander..."

He Dingyuan's face turned pale and his lips trembled.

"Pooh!"

Jiang Dong's eyes were calm, with no anger or hatred in them, but Xiaodouzi behind him had red eyes and spat at He Dingyuan's feet.

"I don't know if your real name is He Dingyuan, or the He Dingyuan we know has died in Snowflake Mountain. Lin Yu, Lao Feng asked me to come to you to borrow something!"

He Dingyuan was shrouded in fear at this moment, and he subconsciously asked:

"Borrow... what to borrow?"

Sadness appeared in Jiang Dong's eyes, and he thought of his old brother again. What a good person he was, but he died because of the brother he trusted most.

Jiang Dong shook his head gently, and when the sadness gradually disappeared from his face, he uttered a few words coldly:

"Lend me your head!"

He Dingyuan remained standing in the south. His body went limp and he slumped to the ground. His face was horrified and he begged for mercy:

"Legion Commander, I was wrong. I had my own reasons. Please forgive me!"

Jiang Dong turned around, not wanting to look at the disgusting scene.

He Dingyuan looked at several other people as if grasping a life-saving straw,

"Lao Song, Er Niu, Xiao Douzi, can you please let me go?

Seeing that we fought together in Songhu and Nanjing, please spare my life. The Japanese now have great trust in me. I can stay here as an undercover agent and atone for my sins.

I didn’t mean to trap Old Feng to death. He committed suicide. It’s none of my business..."

No one paid attention to the crying He Dingyuan. Everyone looked at him like a dead man. The two fat rats in the ward rushed out from the corner, chirping, as if they sensed danger and wanted to escape.

"Crack!"

Zhao Erniu and Xiaodouzi raised their feet at the same time, and the two mice suddenly turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

He Dingyuan's voice begging for mercy became weaker and weaker, and Jiang Dong waved his hand gently.

Zhao Erniu took a step forward, raised his gun and hit He Dingyuan on the head. The latter soon fell unconscious.

There are still too many secrets hidden in this man, and Jiang Dong will feel uneasy if he doesn't understand. In addition, Jiang Dong also plans to offer Lao Feng a fresh head.
To be continued...