Chapter 382 Fighter Jets Attack Again
Although he withdrew his troops, he couldn't shake off his unease these past two days, which is why he ordered the dispatch of three fighter jets.
They went to bomb the South Station, after all, he was already making them uncomfortable, so they definitely wanted to make the Chinese people uncomfortable too.
He was originally waiting for good news to come back, but he waited and waited, and it was already noon. Not only did he not receive any good news, but the three fighter jets also did not return.
For some reason, he felt uneasy, as if something had gotten out of control.
Thinking of this, Yamano Jiro's expression darkened. He quickly reassured himself that the Emperor was protecting him, so how could anything bad happen?
Besides, this was a last-minute bombing raid. Even if the Chinese reacted quickly, they couldn't possibly intercept it immediately.
Therefore, the fact that these three soldiers did not return must be due to their dereliction of duty, and they must have run off somewhere again.
Yamano Jiro's voice was so loud that everyone inside the tent dared not utter a sound.
After all, at this critical juncture, if they are not careful, Lord Jiro's wrath could very well be directed at them.
However, seeing Jiro-sama's increasingly gloomy expression, the group realized that if they remained silent, they might be the ones to suffer later, so they all spoke up:
"Lord Jiro, please calm down. We will punish those three soldiers severely when they return. However, since our attack was sudden, they must have succeeded."
The situation at the South Station is absolutely chaotic right now. If Lord Jiro is worried, perhaps we should send a few more fighter jets over.
"Burn the South Station to smithereens? That would at least vent Lord Jiro's anger!"
"Yes, Yuanmu-kun is right. We should take them by surprise. While they're in complete chaos, we should send a few fighter jets over and catch them off guard!"
"That's right, Lord Jiro. We shot down several Chinese fighter jets a while ago, and they must be severely weakened by now."
Even if they send out fighter jets now, they're no match for us. We should send a few more this time and bombard them mercilessly to vent our frustration from the other day!
Hearing what everyone said, Yamano Jiro's anger subsided slightly, and he nodded.
"Okay, then send a few more fighter jets over now! Give those soldiers a good talking-to, and they'd better come back immediately after the bombing."
Anyone who dares not to return, then don't bother coming back! Go see the King of Hell!
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement and quickly left the tent.
Before long, one fighter jet after another took off from the Japanese base and headed towards the South Station of City A.
Japan's move also alerted the 52nd Division, which was closely monitoring them, at the same time.
The 52nd Division, which was already on guard against a sneak attack from Japan, turned ashen-faced upon learning that Japan had sent fighter jets toward the South Station.
"This Japanese country is shameless! Are they planning to raze South Station to the ground? Ten ships!"
They actually sent out ten fighter jets! Division Commander, have they taken off yet? If they're too late, it'll be too late!
Political Commissar Zhao, his face ashen, anxiously shouted to his division commander, "Our unit is the closest to the South Station."
A team was sent to the South Station this morning, but I don't know what the situation is now.
I originally thought that Japan was planning another sneak attack, but I never expected that they didn't come. Instead, they targeted the South Station. This behavior is truly disgusting.
However, as soon as they received the news in the morning, they contacted the Air Force, but so far there has been no news.
And just now, they received news that Japan had dispatched ten fighter jets towards the South Station. How could he not be anxious? Those damned Japanese devils!
"Come on! Follow me to the South Station!"
Unable to sit still any longer, Commander Li slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and strode out of the tent.
Upon seeing this, Political Commissar Zhao quickly followed. After leaving the tent, he immediately gathered the troops and marched in a grand procession toward the South Station.
Meanwhile, inside the South Station Dimensional Shop, the group of people, who were still heading towards them from various directions, had finished their delicious meal and were all getting along very well.
After buying their things, the people were reluctant to leave, because the place was so beautiful that they felt they could spend an entire afternoon there without getting bored.
Not only that, but everything sold in this store was very cheap, especially the white rice.
They were so white they practically glowed, and each one was plump and chubby. They were clearly made from the finest of grains; they had never seen such good food before.
Now, not only have we seen them, but at noon they even had a meal with meat and rice, all glistening with oil.
The taste was absolutely delicious; they were still savoring it.
After all, in this era of scarcity, being able to have a meal like this is truly a blessing.
Not only were they lucky, but they also witnessed a miracle, and they couldn't help but feel that choosing to travel today was absolutely the right decision.
At this moment, they completely forgot their previous panic and were all immersed in the joy of shopping.
The young soldiers surrounded Gu Xinyan and the others, listening to the stories of the future, and every now and then, cheers would erupt from the crowd.
Perhaps because of the Japanese fighter jets that attacked in the morning, the area around the South Station was deserted, with no one else around except for these people.
Just as the story reached its climax, a buzzing sound came from afar, and everyone present knew what it was.
As soon as the sound rang out, everyone stood up straight, except for the young soldier Zhao Yang, who was somewhat anxious.
The Chinese soldiers who came from later generations all stared intently at the small black dot in the distance, eager to make their move. If Commander Zhang hadn't remained silent, they would have rushed out without hesitation.
Commander Zhang and his companions: "........."
They were itching to get their hands on the weapon, since they hadn't had enough fun yet, but these brats were staring at them longingly.
If those old guys were to rush out again, I reckon those brats would definitely rebel.
Forget it, let these few Japanese devils go. There will be plenty of opportunities later, so a few more won't make a difference.
Thinking this, he nodded to the brats who were eagerly waiting for him to speak.
"Go, leave no one alive! And clean up the mess before you come back!"
"Yes, Commander!"
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