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On the playground of the camp, the third brigade of the Japanese Third Flying Regiment, the captain of the brigade, Maj. Fujishima, was enjoying the warm sunshine of the winter afternoon.

Of course, there are also fine wines, which were originally only enjoyed by big men, but now he, an officer from a poor boy, can also use them.

Thanks to this war, which not only allowed him to gallop on the battlefield, make achievements, and wait for the opportunity to return to the local area, but also glorify his ancestors. Here he enjoyed the mellow wine and beauty he had never enjoyed in Japan.

Chinese wine and women are so addictive, and they are much more delicious than Japanese wine and women.

Unfortunately, all the villages near the airport were swept away. If you want to enjoy the Chinese flower girl, you can only go to the comfort center in the city.

Thinking of this, Mio Fujishima couldn't help but feel impulsive. He hadn't entered the city for several days. He heard that the troops in the city often went to the safe area to catch some young and beautiful Chinese women... "Kun Fujishima?"

"Yoshida-kun, why are you here? Aren't you practicing swordsmanship in the Kendo Room at this time?" Fujishima turned around and saw his fighter pilot, Second Lieutenant Yoshidahara, a little surprised.

This guy is obsessed with kendo. Even if he becomes a pilot, he does not abandon kendo. Instead, he becomes more and more refined and cannot be defeated by anyone in the third brigade.

"I heard that there is a Chinese martial arts master in the nearby village. I want to go and have some advice. Please give Fujishima to the approval." Yoshidaharaji solemnly asked.

"So you came to me for leave?" Fujishima smiled, "This kind of competition must be very exciting, Yoshida-kun. Can I let me go with you?"

"Of course. If Fujishima Jun can come, it would be the best."

"Okay. Let me prepare."

"Hayi!"

"Master, Maj., the phone number from the airport cannot be called!"

"Nani, have you checked it? What's the reason?" Fujishima asked lightly. Communication is unstable, and this is not a particularly serious matter.

Before this, there have been many failures. Most of them are line problems, but few are artificial.

"The communications trooper is already checking the route!" the orderly trooper reported.

"I understand. Yoshida-kun and I are going out. The phone is fixed. Let me tell me when I come back." Fujishima picked up his hat and put on a yellow wool coat and ordered.

"OK."

“The communications in the airport are fine, right?”

"No, everything is normal!"

"Catch me the garrison squadron!"

"Lieutenant Hanaya, send me a car and a small team of soldiers. I'm going to go out. That's it, I'll give you ten minutes." Fujishima hung up after he said that.

But he didn't know that Lieutenant Huagu had died in Lieutenant Huagu's office and a sharp dagger was inserted into his chest.

When the phone rang, Yao Heizi had not walked out yet, so he reached out and picked it up, put it in his ear and stopped.

If I didn't understand, I let it go.

It was a coincidence at this time. In addition to those on duty, the Japanese soldiers basically stayed in the barracks, drank and played cards. If they really couldn't do it, they went to the Kendo Hall to vent their energy.

But if you are going out to sweep the autumn wind, no one is foolishly going outside to get cold.

The pilot is even more delicate. These are all selected by thousands of people. In Japan, they are also the pride of heaven.

Pilots all have military ranks, which are much better than ordinary privates' status and treatment.

There are hundreds of pilots, technicians, ground staff and logistics personnel in the flight brigade.

But the combat effectiveness of these hundreds of people is imagined. If there were no airport guards, they would be a group of lambs staying there.

The Yaksha Action Team is no longer the team that they just pulled up. They have grown up quickly after dozens of battles of large and large scale.

Practical combat is the best way to train the troops, because it concerns everyone's own life, so you have to try your best to digest and absorb valuable experience in combat!

The efficiency is different when active and passive.

Coupled with Leng Feng's deliberate adjustment and teaching, each of them had undergone a complete change. Leopard was obviously different after only a few days of Leng Feng!

It turns out that when fighting, I only focus on killing the enemy, without skills, and I fight with my strength. Now that I have learned the skills, I not only kill the enemy faster, but also save energy and maintain a longer combat effectiveness!

This is a clear improvement!

Yao Heizi was cruel and ruthless in killing people. In addition, several of the people who followed him were once outlaws. He never ruthless in that person, let alone the invaders and enemies they killed today.

The Japanese army did not resist, and dull gunfire sounded, like a bean-collecting bean!

The quiet airport suddenly became lively.

Gunshots are everywhere!

The gunshots were sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, accompanied by constant screams.

"What's going on? Where did the gunshots come from?" Fujima, as the airport's top commander, rushed out of the terminal's office in surprise.

"Order, Order..."

Unfortunately, no matter how much he shouted, he could no longer hear the orderly response.

Leng Feng slowly walked over with a bloody battle knife. He almost didn't use a gun along the way, and he killed him with just one knife.

Leopard and Cong Hu followed closely behind, and entered the terminal as if they were no one. Although these Japanese logistics and agency personnel also had guns, they were not combat troops after all, and Leng Feng and others were all wearing Japanese uniforms.

Therefore, these people never thought that the killing god who rushed in would be their life.

"Conghu, Leopard, go there, leave this Japanese lieutenant to me!" Leng Feng walked slowly, with a cold smile on his lips.

Such a battle is his favorite, it’s a pleasure!

Fujima was frightened. At this moment, he found that his body was uncontrollable and could not move at all. His mind had been taken away by the other party.

"Yoshida-kun..."

"Kun Fujishima, I'm here!" The other end of Yoshidahara's second corridor rushed out, holding a sharp sword in his hand.

Faced with the sudden appearance of Yoshida Haraji, Leng Feng smiled indifferently and waved his sword to meet him.

when!

Two samurai swords intersected in the air. Sparks flew everywhere. Although Yoshida used the power of the sprint, he was still forced to retreat three times by Leng Feng.

Leng Feng just moved his right foot back half a step.

Expert!

Yoshidahara's face suddenly changed, but it also aroused his inner desire to win. He shouted and continued to slash Leng Feng with a diagonal knife.

Leng Feng raised his hand and waved his knife to meet him.

When, when...

Yoshidaharaji slashed more than ten consecutive times. It can be seen that he still has some "sword skills" skills and his strength is also good.

Most people are really not his opponent, but the opponent he meets is Leng Feng.

Yoshidaharaji was panting like an old cow. He just tried too hard and almost used all his strength to feed himself.

But the opponent did not seem to have any damage at all, and it looked very relaxed. The blood-dropping sword seemed to be even more vivid.

"kill!"

Yoshidaharaji roared and rushed up again.

"I don't have time to play with you!" Leng Feng said coldly, flipped the samurai sword in his hand, and handed it forward gently!

The blade directly penetrated Yoshida Haraji's throat. Yoshida's knife was still left in the air and did not chop down.

"What a quick knife!" Yoshidahara spitted blood in her mouth, then her head tilted and fell down.

He would never have the chance to go to the martial arts master to compete with him, and the invaders were not qualified to compete fairly.

"It's your turn!" Leng Feng grabbed Yoshida's samurai sword, pointed at Major Fujishima, and said in a very calm tone.

Fujishima pulled out the samurai sword and rushed up. At this time, he could only throw away all his fantasies and fight desperately!

If he doesn't fight to the death, he will have only one way out. If he fights to the death, there will be a glimmer of hope.

Leng Feng shook his right hand gently and picked up a beautiful knife flower. The blade gently floated and crossed Fujima's neck.

"You, what kind of knife technique is this..." Fujishima covered his neck with his left hand, and blood spurted out from the gap of his fingers, his expression like a dead fish.

"The Sword Technique of Killing Pig!"

Leopard might be worried that Leng Feng would deal with two of them alone, so he rushed over after finishing his business. He was shocked when he saw the sword lights of Leng Feng taking action.

It was too fast. He thought that although Leng Feng's speed was faster than him, it was not much faster. But now he looked at it and still underestimated that Leng Feng's speed was something he could not match now.

"Leopard, have the remaining enemies cleared?"

"Yes, Chief Leng!" Leopard wiped the blood on his forehead. He felt a little soft-hearted when he killed all the things.

"Notify Lao Zhang to take over the terminal and we will go to the airport runway." Leng Feng ordered coldly.

"yes!"

"Conghu!"

Leng Feng jumped into a jeep, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out. More than a dozen planes were parked on the airport runway in the open air, lined up.

It was like seeing a lover who had been reunited after a long time, Leng Feng's eyes shone brightly. If he had a pilot in his hand, he would drive all these guys back and form an aviation group.

The Type 92 reconnaissance aircraft, manufactured by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries in Japan, is equipped with the Type 92 air-cooled nine-cylinder engine (420 horsepower). It is the first military aircraft to use Japanese engines.

The crew is 2 people, weighing one ton, the maximum weight of the armed forces is 1.7 tons, the maximum speed is 220 km/h, the maximum range is 1,100 km. The weapon is 3 7.7 mm caliber machine guns.

The Type 97 fighter (Nakajima Ki-27), manufactured by Nakajima Company in Japan, Leng Feng saw its original model, which is the "A" model. This is the world's first aircraft to use a water drop-shaped cockpit...

Type 95 fighter, this is the last biplane fighter of the Japanese Army, with excellent fighting and climbing performance...

Finally, Leng Feng saw the target he was looking for today, the Type 93 heavy bomber, made by Mitsubishi Japan, all-metal single-wing aircraft, Mitsubishi water-cooled 12-cylinder, and 700 horsepower two engines.
Chapter completed!