Everyone: “…???”
Huang Long Zhenren: "If I'm not mistaken, this 66 means 66 points, right?"
Ding~ Zhou Zhiruo gave the anchor 66x1 reward.
Ding~The lumberjack rewards the anchor 6x1.
Lumberjack: "Lao Li, I don't have much money, so I'll give you a 6. Hehe!"
Anonymous: "Anyone who likes to watch people tearing zombies apart with their bare hands? I want to live stream that, too."
Demon Queen: "It suddenly occurred to me that I should live stream something."
+1
When Old Li saw that everyone's attention was not on him, his face fell. It seemed that you all came in just to chat for free.
But he still forced a smile and continued to introduce Liu Mang in his direction: "Haha, everyone in the circle, the general attack will begin in one minute."
"But before we begin the ground offensive, we must first let the enemy experience what cruelty means."
Then Lao Li pointed to the countless black dots in the western sky and said, "See? More than 2,000 planes! That's enough to give the enemy a hard time."
Old Li had just finished speaking when countless black spots flew over from the northern sky. These were enemy planes, probably one or two hundred of them!
Lao Li guessed that this should be the enemy's last plane in North China.
But a moment later, about a hundred planes appeared in the east. They should have come from the sea. Liu Mang saw that they were all Ling fighter jets.
He said to Lao Li: "Lao Li, that's a Ling fighter, a nimble little machine."
Lao Li raised his binoculars and took a look. "Haha, it's okay. Lao Li just has a lot of planes and strong firepower."
Old Ding looked down on him and said, "I say you, Old Li, have the face of a nouveau riche."
Old Li was not annoyed. His dark and thin face was full of joy and he gestured to watch the show.
In the sky, the independent regiment's aircraft group split into two groups and rushed towards the two small groups of enemy aircraft.
"Baga, the intelligence is wrong. The Dragon Army has more than a few hundred planes. We were deceived by the Army Department."
Seeing more than a thousand planes rushing towards him, the Japanese commander of the Ling-type aircraft group felt his scalp tingling.
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