Chapter 387 The Mysterious Disappearance of the Fighter Jet
The fragrant rice, coated in a rich sauce, made Commissar Zhao's eyes squint as soon as he took a bite. Delicious! It was so delicious!
Immediately afterwards, he wished he could bury his head in the big iron basin, sobbing... He wanted to take back what he had just said about those brats.
Just for this delicious food, he would be more than willing to be a little piglet!
Like a whirlwind, Political Commissar Zhao quickly devoured the food in the large iron basin. If he hadn't been so full, he would have wanted another basin.
Unfortunately, I really couldn't eat anymore. After lingering for a moment in the big iron basin, I finally looked away and patted my round little belly with satisfaction.
He even smacked his lips a few times, his expression one of lingering enjoyment, which made everyone present burst into laughter.
Meanwhile, the young soldiers who had already finished eating nearby couldn't sit still any longer, and soon the soldiers from the two eras merged together.
They laughed and joked around, and even started a fight, which was just a simple hand-to-hand combat.
As cheers and applause rang out, Political Commissar Zhao and Commander Zhang frequently glanced at the crowd that had gathered there.
"I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time. Not only is the food satisfying, but I'm also feeling incredibly relaxed."
"I feel so full of energy right now! Watching them compete, I really want to go up and have a go at it too!" Political Commissar Zhao said with a sigh.
"Hahaha, let these kids have some fun for now. Tonight we'll go and do something big!"
Commander Zhao is still in contact with his superiors. Let's discuss this further. Should we send fighter jets to the Japanese garrison at the South Station today? Is the commander named Yamano Jiro?
How many soldiers does he have at his post? As soon as tonight, we'll wipe out his entire post, leaving no one alive!
Upon hearing Political Commissar Zhao's remark, Commander Zhang couldn't help but burst into laughter. Want to show off a bit? That's easy!
There's no thrill in gesturing, compared to the excitement of real guns and live ammunition, especially when it's fighting the Japanese. It's not just exciting, it's unbearable to even think about; just thinking about it gets me incredibly excited.
Upon hearing this, Political Commissar Zhao's eyes lit up instantly, then a fierce glint flashed in them, and he nodded heavily.
"Yes, leave no one alive. Let's start with them and avenge our fallen comrades and compatriots!"
The army commander closest to our 51st Division's garrison was indeed named Yamano Jiro.
According to intelligence, they had 20 fighter jets at their base, but now they only have 7 left, along with approximately 30,000 personnel.
"If we launch a surprise attack tonight, aren't we a bit outnumbered? Should I go and request some more reinforcements?"
After all, their 52nd Division currently only has less than 3,000 people, and even with the people who came later, there are only a little over 3,000 people. This is still a huge difference compared to the number of people on Yamano Jiro's side.
Just as he was thinking that if this didn't work, he would go to the neighboring base right now to request some reinforcements, and try to get at least 10,000 men together, he didn't expect that he would hear Commander Zhang's voice just as he finished thinking this.
"No need. Although we don't have many people, they are not ordinary people. You'll find out tonight!"
Seeing that Political Commissar Zhao wanted to find reinforcements, Commander Zhang said mysteriously, "Although they only brought a few hundred people."
But none of them are ordinary people; one against a hundred is no problem at all, and this is only a mere 30,000 people.
Political Commissar Zhao: "........."
He was incredibly curious, but the thought of everything that had happened that afternoon only fueled his curiosity. He was both curious and excited, and couldn't wait to set off.
But this is just something to think about for now, since there's still some time before nightfall, and we need to keep things confidential with Commander Zhang and his group.
Political Commissar Zhao opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask anything, though he was eagerly anticipating the evening.
While the 52nd Division was in high spirits, the atmosphere at the Japanese base was unusually heavy. They had thought everything was foolproof, after all, they had sent out ten fighter jets.
Moreover, each fighter jet carries a considerable amount of ammunition, and their fighter jets are all the latest models imported from the United States.
In terms of speed and performance, it's top-notch, and there should be absolutely no chance of any accidents. But today, things are strangely different.
The three fighter jets that were sent out in the morning have been out of contact ever since, and there has been no response no matter how many times they have called them.
The ten aircraft dispatched in the afternoon, which they had been tracking all along, should have reached the South Station in less than half an hour, based on their flight speed.
But the accident happened so suddenly that they only heard a few screams.
Immediately afterwards, all ten of their fighter jets disappeared without a trace, just like the three that had disappeared that morning.
They hadn't paid much attention to the three fighter jets in the morning, but when they realized they hadn't returned, they decided to investigate. However, they couldn't find any trace of them, as if the three fighter jets had never existed.
Keep in mind that this is the latest fighter jet! It's very different from the older models. The new fighter jets have trackers, which can track their location in real time.
They have been using this new fighter jet for a long time, and it has been very accurate in tracking without any problems.
But today they simply vanished, literally vanished, leaving no trace. The same thing happened with the ten fighter jets that followed.
This left the soldiers in the flight department with pale faces. They had lost 13 fighter jets, leaving only 7 left at the base.
But they couldn't explain this strange thing either!
Seeing the fierce look in the eyes of the first lord, Jiro, the soldiers and officers of the flight department all involuntarily shivered.
Stared at like that, they all felt like their lives were about to end there.
"Oh!"
As soon as the sound rang out, everyone in the tent shuddered and knelt down on the ground with a thud.
"Lord Jiro...we tracked and located the ten fighter jets we dispatched this afternoon the entire time."
But... but they really, suddenly, all of them disappeared! The place where they disappeared was about several kilometers away from their destination, the South Station!
We really don't know what happened, they just... just disappeared!
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