His body was slammed into the cold muddy water, and his face was instantly covered with mud.

There was still some muddy water poured into the raincoat, and my chest felt cold. It was a real chill.

But no one dared to stand up, because a few seconds later, they heard the "thump" and "thump" of the 25mm rapid-fire cannon.

The main weapon of the Panzer 1 tank is a 25mm rapid-fire cannon.

The scorching shells swept towards the pursuing Hebrews like a chainsaw. Those hit by the shells turned into a large pile of unrelated fragments after a cloud of blood mist erupted.

Even people hiding behind trees can be hit by cannonballs that pass through tree trunks.

Under the powerful shells of the 25mm rapid-fire cannon, as long as a person is hit, there is no possibility of survival.

Although those who were hit in the limbs could not die for a while, in the cold spring rain, blood loss and low temperature quickly took away their lives.

There is no way, Israel's battlefield rescue conditions make it impossible to treat them in time.

Wet, we crawled out of the mud pit and climbed onto the tank that came to rescue us.

"Why is it so messy?" The tank commander opened the top cover, picked up a 12.7mm machine gun, and fired a sweep into the forest.

The Hebrews lay on the ground and fired at the tank. The bullets made sparks on the front armor.

"This is a fucking trap. Two companies are fucking ambushing me. San'er, are you still breathing?"

The old monkey's chest was rising and falling violently, and he was panting like an asthmatic goose.

"He's not dead, but he's close. The bitch bit him on the back!" Ding San groaned from another tank.

"Is there anyone who hasn't come up yet?" Amidst the gunshots, the old monkey shouted again.

"Everyone came up except the dead."

The machine guns fired one after another, and several Hebrew soldiers were knocked down.

Seeing that there is really no way to deal with the tanks, it is impossible to eat this group of Ming troops.

The Hebrew officer shouted, and the remaining people got up and ran desperately into the woods.

The 12.7 mm machine gun knocked over two of them, and the rest quickly disappeared into the dark woods.

"How many have been folded?" The tank commander had some friendship with the old monkey. He took out two cigarettes from his pocket, lit them and took a few puffs in his mouth.

Hold out one and hand it to the old monkey!

"I don't know yet, I guess five or six.

Damn, one of the corpses was blown to pieces.

I said I wouldn’t bring any new recruits, but my boss insisted on bringing two. Now it’s fine, a lot of fucking people died.”

The old monkey took a long puff of cigarette!

"New recruits should be brought along, otherwise what will happen if all the veterans are dead and there is no one to step up?

There is also a new soldier under my feet.

The artillery fire is a stinker. Look, how many times can you turn it over so close?

Hold on tight! Let's go.

"

Knowing that there are no heavy firearms on the other side, even a Type 1 tank can move sideways.

The tank rolled through the mud and reversed, leaving two deep ruts on the ground.

Pour it out a hundred meters!

The old monkey took out a signal bomb from his arms, put it in the tube and shot it out.

Soon, countless bright spots appeared on the Ming army's position.

Those bright spots flew "swish" and "swish" in the sky, as if countless meteors were flying across the sky.

A few minutes later, a series of earth-shattering explosions were heard in the woods further and further away.

With the explosion, flames erupted in the woods.

The patter of raindrops poured on the flame, and it immediately turned into streaks of white gas rising into the sky.

The firelight reflected the white air, forming a bright ball of light in the sky that could be seen clearly from dozens of kilometers away.

The old monkey was lying on his back behind the tank turret.

The huge air wave suffocated him for a while. Even after driving more than two hundred meters, his face was still burning and painful from the heat wave.

"What the hell is this? It's so powerful!"

"Company commander, I have a brother who is an artilleryman. He said these are called thermite incendiary bombs, and they are all fired into the forest.

It's raining now, otherwise this whole forest would have to be damaged.

Look, this thing can light even wet branches."

A veteran behind him pointed to the burning woods in the distance.

"Our Ming Dynasty is very generous. We have a few small mortars, but we also use rocket launchers to greet them.

Damn it, burn those bastards to death."

The old monkey took another puff of cigarette and handed it to the person behind him.

Everyone took turns smoking a cigarette, and soon all that was left was the cigarette butt.

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Li Xiao watched the huge bomber take off, and then watched the huge bomber fall.

There are no missing parts, and I didn’t photograph it upside down.

The pilot went up to the sky, flew for more than an hour, and then came back down again.

Very successful, unexpectedly successful.

"Send a telegram to Moscow to lengthen the runway at Moscow Airport..

The runways also need to be more than 4,000 meters long. In addition, airports in Kashgar, Nur-Sultan, and Uralsk must have longer runways.

The order is to complete the work within two months.”

"Promise!" Zhao Liangdong quickly promised.

“Immediately go all out to produce and ensure quality.

Don't fly over someone else's field and fail to let the anti-aircraft guns shoot it down."

"Don't worry, Commander, we will try our best to rush the work and ensure the quality.

However..., this Kunpeng has many parts, and the assembly process requirements are relatively high.

Only one can be produced in a month at most!"

"That means that by May, I will have at least two of these." Li Xiao nodded.

Bombers need to be in formation to bomb in order to be powerful.

One or two of these things can only be used as reconnaissance aircraft.

The most important thing is that this thing can carry a radio station and can communicate with the ground at any time.

As an artillery correction aircraft, it should be very useful at present, and the Ming Army also needs it very much.

Two planes are barely enough.

"In May, two... there should be no problem." Xu Ermo nodded, feeling glad that the commander did not forcefully increase production.

In an airplane, not a single part can go wrong. Flying in the sky, if something goes wrong, there is no way to replace it.

"Where are we going next?" After seeing the bomber, Li Xiao felt at ease.

"You said you wanted to go to the parachute factory." Zhao Liangdong answered at attention.

"Yeah! I have to go take a look." Li Xiao nodded, put on his leather gloves and walked out of the control tower.

"Right!

To widen the airport market, it is necessary to build a control tower like this.

Don’t fool around with a two-story building, it’s not as high as a fucking plane.”

When he walked to the door, Li Xiao suddenly remembered and turned around to tell Zhao Liangdong.

"Promise!" Zhao Liangdong promised.

When Xu Ermo saw Li Xiao's appearance, he knew something was going to happen at the parachute factory.

He winked at his subordinates, and someone immediately hung up the phone knowingly.

The director of the parachute factory was the brother-in-law of Wang Tong, the governor of Liaodong.

Since I was on someone else's ground, I had to give Wang Tong some face no matter what.

As for whether it's useful or not, that's not up to you.

Who dares to take care of the handsome man's affairs?

This kind of thing of giving away a favor is nothing.

GuSi

The roads in Liaodong are damn good. They are wide and flat, and they are all paved with asphalt.
To be continued...