spy cloud

"Crack!"

As the roar of fighter jets ripped through the sky, Zhang Tianhao's plane still crashed into the right wing of the Japanese plane below.

Then they saw that the wing was as thin as paper, and it was knocked down and broken in two.

Seeing the other plane's wing broken off, Zhang Tianhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with joy.

"it is good!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he felt a huge shock coming from his plane and saw that the engine in front of him was about to stop.

"Damn it!"

He watched as the engine stopped, and his face turned extremely grim.

He immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and punched the plane's windshield before letting out a breath.

At the same time, a huge gust of wind blew from mid-air, and his eyes showed a newfound determination.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Just as he was feeling sentimental, he heard that his plane was under attack again, with dozens of bullets hitting the aircraft directly.

Although no bullets hit him, the plane in front of him was now riddled with bullet holes.

As they fell faster and faster, when they were only two or three hundred feet from the ground, they heard a huge explosion.

In mid-air, Zhang Tianhao's plane also exploded.

This was something Zhang Tianhao never expected; the plane exploded in mid-air, catching him completely off guard.

He was also blasted away, like a projectile, crashing heavily into the forest.

"damn it!"

He only had time to utter a curse before his vision went black and his clothes were blown to shreds.

He had no idea how many more wounds and shrapnel bullets he had sustained.

At the same time, the fireballs from the plane explosion fell directly downwards, causing a large fire in the mountains and forests.

Zhang Tianhao never expected things to turn out this way; the plane exploded.

He was also knocked unconscious by the explosion immediately and knew nothing more.

Meanwhile, from the treetops not far away, Xiao Qi also saw Zhang Tianhao's plane explode, and the Japanese planes were reduced to only six.

"Good heavens, the Japanese only have six planes left."

"All the others have been shot down."

"Captain, our plane has also been shot down and exploded. Let's hurry over there, maybe we can still save it. I saw the pilot was blown out."

"Hurry, let's get there quickly, we must save him. He's a hero."

"Okay, let's rush over there quickly, lest we get captured by the Japanese."

"Hurry up!"

The group quickly rushed towards where Zhang Tianhao had fallen.

As they ran, the group was quite excited, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Captain, I just counted. That guy shot down eighteen Japanese planes with just one plane. That's amazing, incredible!"

"How many?"

The group of guerrillas who were running almost dared not utter a sound.

"How many?"

Almost everyone stopped, stunned and nearly frozen in place.

"Eighteen planes, I counted them too, a total of eighteen, all Japanese planes, that's really amazing."

"There are so many, we need to go and rescue them even more! Hurry, hurry!"

Upon hearing this, the captain immediately shouted, waking everyone up.

"Quickly, we can't let him die, and we can't let him get captured. We have to save him!"

"Yes!" It wasn't more than a few miles, and they often roamed through the mountains and forests, so they quickly arrived at the place where Zhang Tianhao had fallen.

When they arrived at Zhang Tianhao's side, they saw that Zhang Tianhao's clothes were like strips of cloth, and his body was covered in blood and gore.

His face and head were covered in blood.

His injuries were so severe that he was almost unrecognizable as a living person.

"Quick, check on him!"

The captain rushed over immediately and cautiously reached out to test the waters.

He then felt a faint breath flowing under Zhang Tianhao's nose, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's still breathing! Quick, lift his head and get him to the camp for treatment."

"it is good!"

"stretcher!"

The guerrilla team of a dozen or so people saw one person put down the stretcher, and then they saw another person carefully untie the blanket behind him and put it on the stretcher.

Then they carefully lifted Zhang Tianhao's body and placed him on the stretcher.

"Four brothers, lift him up and rush him to the camp. He's a hero."

"Okay, Captain!"

After Zhang Tianhao was lifted onto the stretcher, everyone saw how badly he was injured. They were clearly surprised to find that Zhang Tianhao was covered in wounds.

There were even quite a few shrapnel fragments embedded in his body, and they had to carefully pull them out while also taking out herbs and pressing them onto Zhang Tianhao's wounds.

"Be extremely careful when carrying it. Handle it gently."

"go!"

Without giving it any further thought, the group lifted Zhang Tianhao's body and jogged towards the distant camp.

……

Inside Hefei Airport.

A roaring sound rang out, and six Zero fighters slowly descended from afar.

Finally, the plane came to a stop on the runway, and the pilots jumped out of the plane, their faces somber and devoid of any joy.

Keep in mind that when they went out, there were two squadrons of planes to intercept one US plane, but only six returned.

The direct loss of eighteen aircraft is such a huge loss that it's almost unbelievable.

When did we suffer such a huge loss?

On the Chinese battlefield, there seems to be no other war in which so many aircraft have been lost.

However, this time they lost a total of eighteen aircraft, which was a huge blow to these Japanese pilots.

"stand at attention!"

Just then, a low shout rang out, and a group of Japanese soldiers walked over.

"How come only six have returned?"

A colonel looked at the six planes that had stopped, his face grim and his voice laced with seriousness and anger.

"I'm sorry, Colonel, we encountered their ace pilot who single-handedly shot down eighteen of our planes. Although we also destroyed some of their planes, but..."

"Baka! Are you all useless? The enemy only had one plane, and you lost eighteen of them! Eighteen to one! How can you call yourselves ace pilots?!"

"You're all trash, all trash! Those are Imperial planes, those are Imperial pilots! You're all bastards, all bastards! You're going to a military court, do you know that?"

"Hi!"

The six pilots had no choice but to complain. They had encountered a freakish pilot. Apart from their initial underestimation of the enemy, they had been relentlessly pursuing and eliminating him. Even so, the enemy still managed to shoot down 18 of their planes.

"Baka! Go back and write reports, I'll report this matter!"

"Hi!" (End of Chapter)