"A true man is born between heaven and earth; how can he live long as a subordinate to others?"

"This time, I, Chu Yunfei, am going to prove to others that my 358th Regiment is not cowardly, and that my Jin-Sui Army also has heroes."

Hearing Chu Yunfei's words, the chief of staff was somewhat moved.

As a Chinese person and a Chinese soldier, who wouldn't want to take up arms and fight the Japanese devils to the death?

Every time he saw the Nanjing Massacre, the crimes committed by Unit 731, and the things the Japanese devils did to the Chinese, he felt an urge to kill two Japanese devils to relieve his emotions.

Every time the chief of staff reads in books about how soldiers suffer from post-war syndrome, he feels that he might have some of those syndromes himself.

It's as if he feels uneasy and restless if he doesn't kill a few Japanese devils every now and then.

Just as the chief of staff was lost in thought, two tanks came circling down from the sky.

Upon seeing the tanks, all the soldiers of the 358th Regiment erupted in excitement.

As Chinese people, they find it hard to dislike this tank that bombed Tokyo.

Even though these tanks were weapons of the Eighth Army, it didn't stop the rank-and-file soldiers from cheering when they saw them.

They were soldiers of the Jin-Sui Army, but first and foremost, they were Chinese.

Looking at the four red Chinese characters "August 1st Factory" written on the tank, they felt extremely proud.

These are Chinese tanks, these are Chinese weapons.

The text above is written in Chinese characters, and Chinese soldiers are sitting on it. They are bombing China's enemies, so they are the pride of the Chinese people.

Seeing that the tank was about to land, the soldiers of the Jin-Sui Army immediately cleared a space to allow it to land properly.

Wang Xikui, the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 129th Division Tank Regiment, stepped out of the tank after the driver's compartment was opened.

"Hello, Commander Chu, I am Wang Xikui, the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the Tank Regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Army. I am here to support you on the orders of the General."

Chu Yunfei looked at the man in the worn-out military uniform in front of him, immediately dismounted and went to greet him, warmly shaking his hands.

"Battalion Commander Wang, hello, hello."

The chief of staff was somewhat surprised to see his regimental commander being so enthusiastic.

He knew very well that his commander loved cleanliness, to the point of being somewhat obsessive-compulsive.

But now, the Chief of Staff was quite surprised to see someone take the initiative to shake hands with a disheveled Eighth Army officer.

What he didn't know was that although Chu Yunfei loved cleanliness, he admired heroes and valiant men even more.

Wang Xikui was somewhat taken aback by Chu Yunfei's enthusiasm.

He immediately bowed and said to Chu Yunfei, "Commander Chu, you're too kind. You're the commander, and I'm the battalion commander. You're more capable than me, so I should be the one bowing to you."

"Hahaha, regardless of the regimental commander or battalion commander, whoever kills the most Japanese devils is the most powerful."

This one sentence made Wang Xikui feel favorably toward the regimental commander of the Jin-Sui Army.

"No wonder the young comrade has been talking about him all this time!"

He muttered something under his breath, but Chu Yunfei, with his sharp ears, heard it.

The person who has been in the limelight recently is not Li Yunlong, who bombed Tokyo, nor the brigade commander who recaptured Taiyuan in one fell swoop, but the young comrade Li Chang'an, who was thanked by the Eighth Army in a newspaper.

Everyone knows that these powerful tanks were donated by a man named Li Chang'an.

But nobody knows who Li Chang'an is, where these tanks were manufactured, or where the two bombs that turned Tokyo into ruins came from.

All of this was completely unknown to the various factions.

All they knew was that these items were a gift from a man named Li Chang'an.

The Eighth Army generally referred to Li Chang'an as "Little Comrade".

So when Chu Yunfei heard Wang Xikui's words, he was a little confused. He glanced around and then asked in a low voice.

"Battalion Commander Wang, is the young comrade you just mentioned Li Chang'an, the one who donated tanks and bombs to you?"

"hey-hey!"

"I can't say!"

Wang Xikui scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.

For those of them who had traveled back in time, Li Chang'an's affairs were a matter of the highest level of secrecy; anyone who revealed them would be executed.

Therefore, Wang Xikui did not have much interaction with Chu Yunfei. He only exchanged a few pleasantries, confirmed the battle plan, and then returned to the tank.

By the time the 358th Regiment arrived at Zhongtiao Mountain, Li Yunlong had already been bombing the island nation for a day and a night.

None of the members of the tank division showed any signs of fatigue.

This isn't fighting a war; it's practically picking up the credit. One shot blasts a whole bunch of Japanese soldiers to smithereens. How could anyone possibly get tired like this?

Nowadays, tank divisions just fire a shot wherever the smoke clears.

The main objective was to keep the island nation under constant bombing.

The island nation's navy and aircraft were like paper in front of tanks; a single shell would blow them all to pieces.

Whether there are any survivors left on the island nation is now unknown.

Just as the tank division was getting numb from the bombing, some Western aircraft also appeared over the island nation.

They flew straight over, and were then given a warning by Li Yunlong.

"You have entered China's airspace. Please leave immediately, or it will be considered a provocation against the Chinese nation."

"Please leave immediately!"

The American planes didn't even consider these heavy tanks a threat.

They circled in the sky for a moment, then flew over the tank army and made a dive, as if in provocation.

Looking at these American planes, Li Yunlong smiled.

He was just thinking that bombing the island nation was pointless when these foreign devils arrived.

He held the walkie-talkie and spoke through the speaker.

"Don't say you weren't warned!"

"Sun Desheng, take them down for me."

"Yes, Commander!"

As the tanks began to move towards them, the American pilots realized something was wrong.

How come these tanks fly faster than them?

Only after the 1150 machine guns opened fire did these American pilots realize the seriousness of the situation.

These Chinese people seemed to disregard them.

The country that the United States has the most contact with is the Guo army.

Therefore, they always thought that the soldiers of China were just like the Guo army.

That's why they dared to provoke the tank division like that, but this time they've met their match.

As Sun Desheng opened fire, the American planes began to retaliate.

China and the United States engaged in an aerial battle over the island nation.

The American pilots felt something was wrong as the fighting continued.

Why can't our own planes break through the enemy's tank defenses?