Military Industry: On the eve of the Anti-Eagle War, unlock the skills of a strong country

The battle has just begun, in MacArthur's office.

An officer came in hurriedly, holding a folder in his hand.

After coming in, he opened the file and took out a piece of paper.

"Report to the general, this is the news just sent back by the air force, our planes have engaged in combat with the enemy."

“Bombs are being dropped underground.

A smile then appeared on MacArthur's face, and his anger just now subsided a little.

He now has only one idea, which is to blow up all these double-faced Russians.

Let out some anger.

He sneered and said, "Tell them to drop all the bombs. Let them know that we, the Eagle Sauce, are not something that anyone can bully."

"Yes."

……

Here, after a bomber was shot down, the planes behind it seemed to be stimulated and rushed forward even more frantically.

The enemy planes in the sky seemed to have lost their minds. They poured down shells like raindrops, and each shell fell to the ground without any hesitation, as if they were free.

The results are also very significant.

The shells fell densely, blasting huge holes in the woods and on the road, raising smoke and flames all over the sky.

Now, Li Aiguo became anxious.

He shouted at Yang Jiaming: "Yang Jiaming, you are a dead man. Didn't you see how badly we were bombed?"

"Hurry up and knock those bastards down from the sky. Damn it, can you do it? If not, get out of here and feed the horses."

"If you can't even shoot down those planes, what's the point of keeping you?"

Yang Jiaming wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He also shouted to the artillery regiment: "Shoot accurately, concentrate your firepower, aim at them, and don't worry about wasting shells."

The artillery regiment quickly adjusted the shooting angle and frequency, and then aimed at the sky.

The anti-aircraft guns emitted dull roars, and dozens of shells whizzed towards the targets in the sky.

One shell after another flew accurately towards the enemy planes, leaving flaming trails in the air. In the dense artillery fire, the wing of an enemy plane was hit, and black smoke instantly emerged and it began to lose balance.

Yang Jiaming was overjoyed when he saw this.

"Keep fighting and knock them all down."

As the anti-aircraft guns continued to fire, another enemy plane was successfully hit. In an instant, thick smoke billowed out of the huge fuselage, and it began to tremble violently and fell rapidly to the ground.

The pilot of this enemy plane did not have the samurai spirit of the chicken in the basin, so it was impossible for him to sacrifice himself.

Seeing that his plane had been hit, he jumped out without hesitation.

Then he opened the parachute and floated down to the ground.

Li Aiguo saw it through the telescope and was immediately furious.

Damn it, after killing so many of your own people, you still want to run away.

He shouted to Liu Renjie who had been following him: "Liu Renjie, take your men and arrest the parachuting pilot."

Liu Renjie hesitated and said, "Leader, I'd better stay here to protect you in this situation."

Li Aiguo was furious: "I don't need your protection at all. If this bomb goes off, none of us can escape. Do you have a golden bell or an iron vest?"

"Go quickly and hold that bastard down for me." After saying that, he kicked Jet Liu in the butt.

Liu Renjie shrank his neck as he was yelled at and kicked. Without any hesitation, he led a few people and quickly got out.

Go directly in the direction where the pilot parachuted.

He was still mumbling, "Damn it, I'll teach you a lesson if I catch you."

When the pilot floated down from the sky to the ground, he saw that there was no movement around him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems he is safe for now.

"Hmph, when I get back, you won't be so lucky next time."

After saying that, he looked at the direction and headed west.

"stop."

Li Renjie, who had been waiting here for a long time, rushed up with his men like a tiger and surrounded him tightly in the blink of an eye.

The pilot was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the black barrel of the gun pointed at him, he raised his hands neatly.

"I surrender, in accordance with the Geneva Convention on Prisoners of War... He muttered a lot.

But unfortunately, Liu Renjie didn't understand a word.

He frowned as he looked at the American who still had a hint of pride on his face, then went up to him and slapped him in the face.

"What are you talking about? Who can understand your bird language?"

……

Seeing their teammates being shot down one after another, the Eagle-Sauce pilots in the sky should have acted cautiously.

But they didn't, instead they became even crazier.

The four fighter planes that had been at the back seemed to have taken stimulants and rushed to the front.

A fierce machine gun suppression was launched below.

Yang Jiaming waved his hand, and a dense network of anti-aircraft artillery fire was aimed at them.

In less than ten seconds, under the witness of God, the four fighter planes were directly covered by anti-aircraft shells.

Under the intensive attacks, we couldn't retreat even if we wanted to.

A pilot's eyes widened and a trembling voice came over their channel.

He spoke the last words of his life.

"Oh God, someone can tell me who we are fighting against."

The four Mustang fighters were instantly turned into fighter fragments.

"Well done." Yang Jiaming shouted excitedly, pointing to the sky and shouting, "Those planes should also be bombed down. We can't let them get away."

Under the command of Yang Jiaming, the firepower of the anti-aircraft guns was exerted to the extreme.

One after another, enemy planes in the sky were hit and either exploded in the sky with black smoke or crashed down with smoke coming out of their butts.

After a few minutes, the battle was over.

Only then did Yang Jiaming breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Aiguo walked out of the bunker with a gloomy face.

Although they shot down the plane, they still suffered a great loss in this battle.

There are quite a lot of casualties.

Even with anti-aircraft guns in hand, minor casualties were still caused in the early stages.

Yang Jiaming looked at the bombed areas with a serious expression, and all the joy he had just felt in fighting the Marines was gone.

Who would have thought that after such a long time they would send a plane over.

There was no preparation at all.

Li Aiguo slowly said, "Yang Jiaming, take your men to count the number of casualties and report to me."

Yang Jiaming nodded.

In MacArthur's office, he was drinking freshly brewed coffee.

Waiting for good news.

At this time, the officer came in hurriedly again.

MacArthur smiled and said, "My Captain, I believe you must have come here to tell me good news, right?"

"Did we blow all the enemies to hell?"

The officer shook his head with a heavy face.

"Sir, all of our flying squadron has been killed."

"Moreover, when the last message came back, our pilots also said that the fighters were not the bears."

"What."

MacArthur jumped up from his chair.

All killed?

Not a wooly bear?