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A group of communications staff members immediately became busy.

Immediately, orders were issued to all officers and soldiers of the frontline Fengjun.

2 pm.

Bratsk Airport.

A group of trucks quickly drove towards Bratsk Airport outside the city.

Accompanied by hundreds of Fengjun officers and soldiers.

"Colonel Wang, these are the last batch of ammunition."

Soon.

A transport team hurried into the air force base.

The leading quartermaster immediately saluted Wang Yaoxiang.

"...Okay, thank you very much!"

Wang Yaoxiang counted the bombs before signing the handover form.

"Tap!"

A group of air force garrison soldiers quickly transported the bombs to the hangar.

The ground crew will uniformly arrange loading on the bomber.

Bratsk in the daytime is full of excitement.

Crowd noises can be heard everywhere.

There are more than a dozen fighter jets neighing in the sky, as if guarding the base.

After receiving the support from Chita, the Air Force's First Flying Regiment made up the fighter planes.

In addition, there are two more fighter battalions of the Second Flying Regiment.

A total of six flight brigades, four fighter brigades escort, and two bomber brigades mainly attack.

Among them, including 136 P47 Thunder fighters and 136 P51 Mustang heavy fighters.

68架Ju-88俯冲式轰炸机、68架B17空中堡垒、6架ME-110重型战斗机。

"Tuan Zuo, everything is ready."

After a few minutes.

An air force major hurried to Wang Yaoxiang and reported loudly.

"it is good!"

"Order all pilots to board the plane and prepare for departure."

Wang Yaoxiang ordered immediately with his eyes like torches.

"Yes!"

The air force major hurried down to convey the order.

After watching him leave, Wang Yaoxiang also walked towards the tarmac.

For this mission, he will serve as the commander and personally lead the team to air strike the Soviet army.

To avenge the morning.

"Boom!!!"

Followed by.

Deafening roars came from Bratsk Airport one after another.

"call out--"

all of a sudden.

A brilliant flame rose into the sky.

under daylight.

More than two hundred fighters took off at the same time.

The flames lit by the tail engine illuminated the entire runway.

It sprang out like a shooting star, and then gradually merged with the sky.have.

Chapter 408

"The left wing of the first brigade."

"The right wing of the second brigade."

"The third team is in the middle."

In the front ME-110 heavy fighter with the five-clawed bloody golden dragon flag printed on it, orders were issued one after another.

The 136 fighters are divided into two wings, the P47 Thunderbolt is on the inside, and the P51 Mustang heavy fighter is on the outside.

68 Ju-88 dive bombers were guarded in the middle.

Presents a triangular combat formation.

Two BV2 reconnaissance planes had already set off 141 minutes ahead of schedule.

They arrived over the Soviet army earlier than the aircraft fleet, surveyed and led the aircraft fleet to bomb the enemy's important places.

Air Force Colonel Wang Yaoxiang's landline is the ME-110 heavy fighter with the five-claw golden dragon flag printed on it.

In order to ensure that the operation is foolproof, he leads the fleet to fight at the forefront.

Taishet gathered 30 Soviet troops.

At present, this is the enemy's stronghold in the entire Baikal, so don't be careless.

What they have to do is to kill and injure the Soviet army as much as possible, and create greater results.

Only ten minutes.

The fleet entered the airspace between Taishet and Bratsk.

"Dongyao, Dongyao, target: 72 east longitude, 116 north latitude."

As soon as the 347 fleet arrived in the sky, they immediately received instructions from the reconnaissance plane.

"understand!"

Wang Yaoxiang, who was in the middle of the fleet, immediately issued an order in the channel: "Everyone is in position! Prepare to bomb!"

next second.

The huge fleet quickly dispersed.

The two fighter jet brigades expanded rapidly.

The bomber brigade flew towards the established direction.

......

The vanguard of the Siberian Front appeared thirty kilometers away from Bratsk.

The Soviet army set up a front-line assembly point here.

Also, a temporary train stop was arranged.

"Woo--"

A siren whistle sang over the empty Siberian plains.

Trains that used to go unseen for days now became especially frequent.

A number of Soviet soldiers in heavy yellow-brown military uniforms got out of the car in an endless stream.

"Hurry up!"

"Bring things down!"

Under the command of Soviet officers.

The soldiers unloaded the artillery and other equipment in an orderly manner.

There are still a lot of supplies in the same company.

The vanguard shoulders the task of stationing hundreds of thousands of troops in the follow-up.

They need to open up camps to accommodate the army and provide food for the army.

Therefore, the materials are so heavy.

"call--"

now.

As the supreme commander of the vanguard of the Siberian Front, Lieutenant General Ankov looked a little heavy.

do not know why.

Today, his right eye keeps twitching.

A faint uneasiness suddenly appeared in my heart.

Especially when arriving at the assembly point.

"Comrade Master!"

"The soil here is too hard."

"Comrades can't even drive stakes in."

"Not to mention pitching a tent."

at this time.

Valentin, chief of staff of the No.90 Seventh Division of the Siberian Front, suddenly ran over.

Report loudly.

"what?"