Lin Feng's soul transmigrated to 1940, activating the Guerrilla System (Guerrilla warfare, protracted war, fight to the death against the Japanese devils!).
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However……
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Dvartina D.520 fighters behind them pursued relentlessly, firing without hesitation at the Zero fighters that tried to escape.
One Zero fighter after another was shot down, billowing smoke as they crashed.
"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!!"
As Matsubara Yukishi heard the incessant gunfire around him, he couldn't help but swallow hard, his heart pounding violently.
Because he saw that the fighter jets on the runway that hadn't even taken off yet had already been riddled with bullets by the enemy.
The 1st Fighter Regiment strafed the airport, turning many fighter jets into fireballs, billowing black smoke, and crashing off the runway one by one.
Its only anti-aircraft firepower consisted of about twenty Type 11 75mm anti-aircraft guns.
At this very moment, they are being mowed down one by one by the enemy machine guns, just like clowns.
"Bang--!!!!"
"Bang bang—!!!!"
"Bang bang bang—!!!!"
"It's over——"
"It's completely over!!!"
Matsubara Yukishi slumped in the control tower, lying back with a face full of despair and tears streaming down his face.
He truly hadn't expected that such a small National League for Democracy would possess such advanced fighter jets!
And the quantity is still so large!
How can anyone live like this?
These poor fellows have just come from the Empire and haven't even served their country yet.
They were just sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder...
He felt truly miserable.
......
Seeing the Japanese airfield riddled with holes, Wang Donglin smiled, gripped the control stick, and began to climb.
Next, it's up to the bomber formation!