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¡°No one who can sit in this position is an idiot. When Lao Luo said this, they suddenly had other ideas in their minds.
Originally, based on their previous relationship with Neon, they had always believed that the two countries would be sworn enemies.
But during this time, when they thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was too quiet. Moreover, Neon's steel, fuel, etc. previously relied mainly on them.
But now, apart from still relying on them for fuel, almost nothing like steel is imported from them.
"Neon is no better than other countries. It doesn't matter if we don't import steel from them. Importing is the problem."
Although in their minds China is an oil-poor country, there is no shortage of steel and coal from others!
But neon is different, it¡¯s just a big piece of land. Whatever they want, they don¡¯t have anything. If they don¡¯t import it, where will they get the steel?
"Mr. Big, are you saying that there is a connection between the national border and neon?"
Eisenhower stood there with his hands behind his back and said seriously.
"This is just a guess on my part. But now it seems that this guess is very likely!"
When Lao Luo talked about this issue, he also felt a big headache.
Originally, in his plan, the border was an important country to counter the neon. Who knew that now it is speculated that the border is related to the neon, and it is even possible that the two countries have reconciled secretly.
"I think it's better to let that guy Jason try it out. If the national border is really connected to neon, I'm afraid our strategy will have to change!"
The man speaking is called Mike, a five-star general in history.
April 10, 1940, well, that was the third day of the war.
On the third day of the war, the weather can be said to be very good, the sun is shining brightly, and the sun is shining, that is, right now.
Xiao Haipeng, the squadron leader of the Second Air Division, is leading his squadron to cover Stuka dive bombers in the air.
Although Lao Maozi¡¯s air force has rarely shown up in the past two days, it does not mean that they can relax their vigilance.
They will always remember what the instructor said: Never let down your guard, otherwise you may not be able to come back!
As an old pilot who has come off the battlefield, you must listen to the instructor's words. There is a saying that has always been circulated in the army: If you don't take the advice of veterans as a warning, you are making fun of your own life.
"Captain, do you think this old man's air force is stupid? We have been at war for three days, and their 300,000 troops on the front line are surrounded by us. If they don't come out, our army will kill them Eaten!"
Under such circumstances, the bored pilots just hope that Lao Maozi will show up with a few fighter planes to make them happy.
Otherwise, it would be really depressing to fly in the sky all day long with nothing to do.
"What the hell are you guys calling me? Give me an escort! If there is a problem with the bombing brigade, be careful and let your kid go to the manhole!"
This is a very interesting way of punishment.
Aren¡¯t we now advocating civilized treatment of soldiers?
Soldiers cannot be treated with corporal punishment or beating or scolding!
So a new method of punishment emerged, that is, the Mao Keng. If anyone makes a small mistake and the problem is not big, then go to the Mao Keng.
It lasts two hours at a time, and you are guaranteed to sit down in it.
"All personnel, please pay attention. Two squadrons of Furball Legion fighters have appeared directly in front of you. The air commander has sent reinforcements. Hold on! Cover the retreat of the bombers!"
At this moment, the sound of frontline air control on the ground came from the headset, and all the pilots were shocked.
"Okay! Brothers, here comes the work. Get ready to change formations and prepare to fight! Delay the enemy fighters and buy time for our bombers to evacuate!"
"yes!"
In less than ten minutes, a group of enemy planes appeared directly in front of them.
Lao Maozi¡¯s old-fashioned fighter aircraft from this period - the Il Fighter.
There are two squadrons of this kind of steel-framed skinned aircraft, and fifty aircraft are flying towards them.
"Come on! It's our turn!"
Xiao Haipeng shouted softly, and the operating lever was pulled immediately, and the nose of the aircraft climbed up and flew to the top of the Il fighter fleet.
The same goes for other fighter planes, which instantly occupied absolute height.
¡°Da~da~da~¡±
In one dive, he ran to the Il fighter group.From above, several bursts of fire were fired, and an Ilyushin fighter jet suddenly fell to the ground with thick black smoke.
The same is true for other fighters. Xiao Haipeng and the others won the first wave of attacks.
The bf109 fighter is indeed an excellent fighter, and Lao Maozi's IL fighter has no power to fight back in front of them.
The first wave of attacks knocked down twelve of their fighter planes.
"Assholes, surround them! Compress their space. When will our reinforcements arrive?"
An old pilot asked in the communication channel while swinging the control stick with difficulty.
"I don't know! Maybe we should get rid of these damn Borderers first. Their fighter jets are too advanced and I can't get rid of them!"
A voice came from the channel again, followed by a burst of screams.
The old pilot turned his head and saw that in front of him on his right, an Ilyushin fighter plane was directly hit by a volley.
Northern Front Army, Frontline General Headquarters
"Report! The latest news came from the frontline ground air command. The Hairball Army dispatched a large number of aircraft, more than 2,000 in number. They are now moving in the direction of Angarsk!"
A staff officer¡¯s voice broke the calm within the headquarters.
Zhang Zongling, Ding Wei, Hu Lian and Yu Chengwan, who were busy with their own affairs, immediately put down their work when they heard this voice.
"Is the news true?"
After hearing this, Zhang Zongling couldn't help but frown. According to the information previously obtained, the Hairball Legion does not have so many aircraft!
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Why do more than 2,000 fighter planes suddenly appear now?
"This is the information fed back by the radar!"
Hearing what the staff officer said, Ding Wei¡¯s brows also knitted together.
"How come there are so many planes suddenly coming out? Even if they added bombers before, 1,200 would be good. How come there are 2,000 planes appearing this time?"
Zhang Zongling thought for less than two minutes before waving his hand and saying: "Okay, no matter how many fights he has. Since Lao Maozi has sent so many fighter planes, let's continue."
"Have the Air Force sent fighter planes over there?"
Zhang Zongling looked up at the staff officer and asked.
"Now our six air force divisions on the front line have been fully launched and are rushing to the front line to support!"
This time Zhou Weiguo mobilized ten air force divisions, six air force divisions in the northern front army, two air force divisions in Li Yunlong's southern front army, and one air force division in the central front army.
After hearing this, Zhang Zongling couldn't help but said: "Give an order to all the attacking troops on the front line, order them to stop attacking immediately, and all troops to retreat ten miles and deploy air defense formations." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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