Traveling through 1937, I came to fight against the Kwantung Army

Egypt, Alexandria Port,

Before the first ray of dawn had completely broken through the sky, a low and dull roar suddenly came from the distant sky, coming from far away, like the footsteps of death.

The originally silent port of Alexandria was instantly awakened by the ominous sound. The air raid alarm was like an angry beast, roaring sharply, breaking the tranquility before dawn.

At the Alexandria military airport, six Qinglong fighter jets, which had received radar warnings early on, roared their engines and shot out from the runway one after another like six sharp arrows, piercing the sky.

The pilots' eyes were sharp. Although they knew they were about to face the powerful British and French air forces, their belief in defending their country made them determined to move forward.

In the sky, the first wave of fighter jets from the British and French Air Forces numbered 32!

When the Egyptian fighter planes approached the British and French air force fleets, an air battle was about to break out.

The British and French air forces, relying on advanced air-to-air missiles, took the lead in launching the attack.

Sixteen missiles, trailing flames like ghosts, whizzed out from the launch pads of British and French fighter planes and pounced on Egypt's Qinglong fighter planes.

Egyptian flight squadron leader Ahmed shouted: "Be careful to avoid! Keep in formation!" The pilots responded quickly and drove their fighter planes to perform difficult maneuvers in the air.

Some fighter planes were like nimble flying swallows, quickly turning sideways to allow the missiles to whiz past their fuselages; others suddenly pulled up and dodged the fatal blow with a vertical upward movement at the moment when the missile was about to hit them.

All sixteen missiles were fired at zero! This first-generation air-to-air missile was indeed unable to automatically turn and track, and its hit rate was indeed not high!

Captain Ahmed gripped the joystick tightly, staring firmly at a British-French fighter plane in front of him.

He kept adjusting his flight attitude, looking for the right time to attack. Finally, he found the right opportunity and drove the fighter plane at a very fast speed towards the target. When the distance was close to the appropriate range, he pressed the cannon firing button, and dense shells were fired at the Hunter fighter plane like a rainstorm.

The pilot of the Hunter fighter plane hurriedly maneuvered the fighter plane to dodge, but Ahmed's attack was very accurate, and the fuselage of the fighter plane was still hit by several bullets, emitting bursts of black smoke. The British pilot saw that the fighter plane was damaged and immediately turned away from the battlefield!

However, this advantage is only short-lived!

Suddenly, a missile hit team member Farouk's Qinglong fighter from behind.

The fuselage of the fighter plane shook violently and lost balance instantly. Farouk tried to control the damaged fighter plane, but the situation was getting worse and worse. "Captain, I can't hold on any longer, you keep fighting!" Farouk made his last voice through the radio. Then, he ejected decisively to escape, and the fighter plane fell to the ground, trailing a long line of black smoke.

Seeing their comrades' planes fall, the remaining pilots were filled with grief and anger, but they did not retreat. They worked more closely together and continued to fight the British and French air forces. Ahmed knew that without missiles, they could only get closer to the enemy and attack with machine guns.

He led his team to find the weak points of the British and French fighters and launched bold charges again and again. Finally, in a close-range confrontation, Ahmed and Ali locked onto a French mysterious fighter at the same time. They attacked from different directions, and the dense shells blasted the fighter full of holes. Finally, the fighter lost control and plunged to the ground.

However, the numerical superiority of the British and French air forces gradually emerged.

Soon, two more Egyptian fighter planes were hit by the enemy's aircraft cannons, and two more pilots ejected to escape. At this time, only three of the six Qinglong fighter planes were left.

But these three fighter planes continued to fight tenaciously in the sky above Alexandria until 20 minutes later, when they were shot down by the enemy due to the huge difference in numbers!

When the air battle ended, the sky over Alexandria was filled with smoke and the smell of war.

ten minutes later,

In the sky, British and French bomber groups swarmed in like a group of greedy vultures. Their huge fuselages cast huge shadows in the morning light, as if they were going to swallow up the entire airport.

Bombs rained down from the bomb bays of the bombers, hitting every corner of the airport with precision. On the runway, bombs exploded one after another, and concrete fragments flew everywhere like sharp blades. The originally flat runway instantly became riddled with holes, like a giant torn spider web.

Several Egyptian military training planes parked on the tarmac were overturned and twisted like fragile toys by the impact of the explosion, and then caught fire.

After the fuel leaked, the flames spread rapidly, turning the entire apron into a sea of ​​fire. The orange-red flames illuminated the terrified faces of the airport staff.

In the airport tower, the staff tried to maintain order and direct the planes to evacuate in a panic. However, the attack by the British and French air forces was too fierce, and the communication system was instantly paralyzed by the bombing. After a violent shaking, the tower collapsed. The airport fell into chaos and despair in the dust.

Military camp on the outskirts of Alexandria,

It is an important base of the Egyptian army.

When the air raid sirens sounded, the soldiers were quickly awakened from their sleep. They put on their uniforms as quickly as possible, picked up their weapons, and prepared for the upcoming battle.

A joint formation of British and French air forces flew low over the military camp, with machine guns frantically strafing the ground.

Bullets rained down on the walls of the barracks, sending up sparks. Soldiers sought cover in the hail of bullets, using trenches and sandbags to fight back.

But the weapons in their hands seemed so small and powerless when faced with the advanced fighter jets of the British and French air forces.

The bomb exploded in the military camp, tents were blown away, the ammunition depot caught fire in the explosion, and the shock wave generated by the explosion knocked the surrounding soldiers to the ground.

Egyptian soldiers fought bravely in the smoke, using their firm eyes and strong will to fight against this powerful enemy. Some soldiers continued to shoot into the sky after being injured; some soldiers quickly took over the weapons and continued to fight after their comrades fell.

However, under the fierce air strikes of the British and French air forces, the defense system of the military camp was gradually disintegrated. But the Egyptian soldiers did not retreat. They used their flesh and blood to guard the dignity and honor of this land.

When the last British and French bombers disappeared into the sky, Alexandria fell into a dead silence. The airport, oil depot, radar station and military camp had almost become ruins, and thick smoke and dust filled the air for a long time.

But the fire of resistance of the Egyptian people has quietly been ignited in these ruins. They will rise up from the pain and fight to defend their homeland.