Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

"Hahaha, Commander Wu, long time no see..." Liu Anguo said with a smile, then walked forward and the two hugged each other.

Wu Qiwen also gave them lectures at that time. After the Japanese invaded in full force, the Central Army Air Force was almost completely destroyed by the Japanese.

Finally, Wu Qiwen also personally piloted a fighter plane and fought side by side with Liu Anguo and others.

Although the two are not in the same camp now, the deep feelings they established in the past are still there.

This is also the reason why Lin Tian chose Liu Anguo to support the Central Army.

"An Guo, welcome..."

"Long time no see, it seems you are doing well."

"I have heard about the Eighth Route Army Air Force's achievements in North China."

"Your fighter planes are too advanced."

"This is a blessing for China and the nation."

"I am proud of you!"

Wu Qiwen pushed his glasses, wiped his moist eyes, and said while holding Liu Anguo's hand tightly.

These were his heartfelt words. When he saw these advanced fighter jets with his own eyes today, he suddenly felt that China's future was bright.

Some time ago, the shadow of defeat in war and becoming a slave of a conquered nation loomed over everyone’s mind.

Wu Qiwen was unwilling to accept this.

Now, he sees hope.

She saw hope in these advanced fighter jets, and even more hope in this group of well-trained young air force members.

China will win this war!

"Commander Wu..." Liu Anguo looked at Wu Qiwen and instantly felt that the high-spirited senior had aged a lot. Upon closer inspection, he found that his temples were already snow-white.

"Commander Wu, please say something to everyone." Liu Anguo calmed down and brought Wu Qiwen to the front of the queue and said.

"Okay, okay, it's my honor to talk to such a group of young people." Wu Qiwen said, realizing that he had lost his composure.

I feel sad in my heart. After all, I am old and easily sad.

As he looked at this group of young airmen, he seemed to see his comrades who had sacrificed their lives in the Chinese sky.

That was their last battle. Afterwards... the Chinese Air Force was completely wiped out and all of them died for their country...

At that time, they were also so young and so full of vigor.

"Hello, comrades... When I see you, I see the future of China."

"With your support this time, the national army's decline can be reversed. I thank you for your help."

Wu Qiwen bowed deeply to the queue and said.

"Commander Wu, resisting the Japanese aggression and saving the nation is our unshirkable responsibility. You don't have to do this..." Liu Anguo hurriedly supported him.

In the queue, the soldiers couldn't help but stand in awe.

Just ask, how many people in the Central Army can be as humble as Wu Qiwen, treat the Eighth Route Army so politely, and not hesitate to put down his identity as the Air Force Commander and bow to the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

It can be said that not many people were polite, and the only one who bowed was probably the one in front of me.

"Commander Wu, it's already three o'clock in the morning. I think the Eighth Route Army in North China has already launched the attack."

"We will take off on time at 4:30 and head to the two lakes. We will first annihilate the Japanese Army Air Force and knock out their air support, seize air superiority, and cover the Central Army's counterattack."

Liu Anguo looked at his watch. It was almost time. It was summer and the sun rose early. If they took off at 4:30, they could reach the battlefield at dawn.

At that time, the Japs were eating and preparing to launch an attack.

It is very beneficial for their air attack.

"Hahaha, that's good. I'll do whatever you say. I'll just help you and take care of the logistics and supplies."

"Then you should take a rest for a while. I don't think I will disturb you anymore."

Wu Qiwen held Liu Anguo's hand and said with a smile.

The huge rock that had been hanging in his heart had fallen to the ground, the gloom on his face had disappeared, and he looked a lot more energetic.

"Okay, Commander Wu, please go back and wait for our good news." Liu Anguo sent Wu Qiwen to the car and waved.

Then the driver drove away, and the airport’s welcoming staff who came to welcome the Eighth Route Army Air Force also left in an orderly manner.

There were only one section of people on the entire airport runway, and some airport ground staff who were busy refueling.

……

a few hours ago.

Headquarters of the Commander-in-Chief of the Ninth War Zone.

Xue Boling was overwhelmed when he saw the piles of telegrams asking for help on the table.

Xue Boling was anxious.

There was no possibility of winning this battle. The Central Army suffered heavy losses and could only organize a new line of defense outside Changsha.

However, time was too short and he had no more soldiers.

The general commander has now transferred even the Northwestern Army to the Ninth War Zone, and the military force is stretched to the limit.

Other war zones still have to leave a large army to guard against the enemy's attack, and cannot withdraw troops on a large scale...

Now, most of the third line of defense has been occupied by the Japanese.

And they are still attacking at night.

The moon is very bright tonight. The Japanese soldiers use the moonlight and even skip sleep, just to fight with the Central Army to see who can last to the end.

Okamura Yasuji's death order weighed on all the Japanese devils. The only right thing for them to do was to bravely move forward and quickly break through the Central Army's defense line.

So, the battle tonight was extremely fierce.

After occupying the position, the main force of the Japanese army quickly rushed up and then divided and surrounded the remaining positions.

Tonight...the third line of defense is about to be lost.

Xue Boling knew very well that if China was defeated in this battle, it would be doomed and he would be the sinner of China.

When later generations mention him, they only curse and despise him.

He will become a sinner in history.

"Report to the commander! The third line of defense... was lost... was lost!"

Suddenly, Chief of Staff Wu Yizi stumbled open the door and ran in, crying bitterly.

"what?!"

Xue Boling lost his voice. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, his body went limp, and he took several steps back before someone supported him. He was unable to recover for a long time...

"Commander... the 42nd Army, the 53rd Army, and the 43rd Army, now there are only people left in total... These are all your direct subordinates..." Wu Yizi quickly helped Xue Boling sit down, choking with sobs.

"It's over. Changsha City's defense line hasn't been built yet..." Xue Boling suddenly realized, "Help me up. I want to call the general manager!"

Wu Yizi had no choice but to do as he was told. He could no longer take care of his own physical condition. He had to do his best to intercept the Japanese outside Changsha, otherwise the Japanese artillery fire and air support would turn the city of Changsha into ruins.

"Hello, sir, I'm Xue Boling... The third line of defense... has been lost. Tomorrow the Japanese will attack Changsha City..." Xue Boling said ashamedly.

"What? Why didn't you report it earlier? Damn it, all my main forces have been thrown into your territory!" The angry voice of the general manager came from the phone.

"General, Bo Ling has failed to live up to your trust, failed the country, and failed the nation. I am too ashamed to see you. I will stay here firmly to buy time for the rear to rebuild the defense line... I... am determined to die for my country..."

Xue Boling had already made up his mind. If he died in battle now, at least he could leave behind a good name. Otherwise, he would be a definite disgrace and be cursed for all eternity.