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As all the planes in the hangar were engulfed in flames, Ma Qiu felt the temperature inside the hangar rising rapidly, so he decisively led the guard platoon out of the hangar.

Just as they walked out of the hangar, they happened to encounter a group of Japanese soldiers dressed as pilots fleeing in the chaos.

Seeing the black muzzles of the guards' guns, the pilots' faces were filled with fear. They instantly raised their hands in surrender like deflated balls.

"Old Ma, be careful."

Lu Daniu looked at the Japanese pilots who were trembling in the corner by the guards, and raised his hand to hold down the carbine in Ma Qiu's hand that was about to be raised.

"You bastard, weren't you having a great time when you were shooting that Japanese pilot with a machine gun just now? Now I'm going to send these little Japanese devils to death, and you have the nerve to stop me?" Ma Qiu responded angrily.

"The situation just now was special. That Japanese soldier had half a foot in the cockpit. I was afraid he would fly away." Lu Daniu smiled naively. "That foreign special envoy kept asking the commander to take photos of Japanese prisoners. You shot up these valuable Japanese pilots. You feel good, but what should the commander do?"

"I...ah..." The anger in Ma Qiu's heart suddenly dissipated, and he dejectedly put down the carbine in his hand.

He knew very well that what Lu Daniu said was right.

The special correspondent named James had been pestering the regimental commander, wanting to take some photos of the Japanese prisoners and send them back to the theater headquarters.

He couldn't put the commander in an awkward position just for the sake of his own momentary revenge.

On the contrary, with the merit of capturing a large number of Japanese pilots, the rank of Regiment Commander Zhang Chi might be raised further.

"This is Mallard No. 1, Guard Platoon. How did you complete your mission?" At this time, Zhang Chi's anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Report, we have set all the Japanese planes on fire. Not a single one of them, on the runway or in the hangar, has been left. They have all turned into carbon." Ma Qiu took the microphone handed to him by the communications soldier and responded quickly.

There was a hint of pride in his voice, but then a hint of hesitation.

"Also, we captured a group of Japanese pilots, and they have all surrendered."

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On the other side, Zhang Chi's tanks were slowly driving back to the center of the airport.

He had just led his troops in a counterattack and successfully defeated the two squadrons of Japanese troops who came to support.

The Japanese soldiers fled into the rainforest after leaving behind more than 200 corpses.

"In a short period of time, the Japanese will definitely not be able to organize the forces to retake the airport." Zhang Chi secretly evaluated in his heart and decided to quickly clean up the battlefield and prepare to retreat.

He first notified the platoon that was making a feint attack on the west side by radio to return by speedboat, and then contacted Ma Qiu to inquire about their destruction of the aircraft.

"What? Everything is on fire?" Zhang Chi said as he pushed open the hatch and carefully stuck his head out to look around the airport.

Sure enough, black smoke billowed over the entire airport, and the hangars were burning fiercely, with the flickering flames illuminating Zhang Chi's tense faces.

Especially above the burning fuel depot, the billowing smoke produced by the fiercely burning oil rose into the sky like an evil dragon.

"Brothers, you're so quick." Zhang Chi suddenly felt a little regretful.

He did not expect the attack to go so smoothly. He was afraid that he could not stop the counterattack of the Japanese defenders, so he planned a "quick in and quick out" strategy, preparing to retreat after destroying the fuel and aircraft.

But now, the situation before him made him sigh: "If I had known that this wave of Japanese soldiers were so weak in combat, wouldn't it have been better if I had completely occupied the airport and directly put all the fuel and Japanese planes into the space?"

Zhang Chi shook his head and hid his regret deep in his heart.

He looked down at his watch. Less than two hours had passed since the attack was launched.

"It will take the Japs' main force of Xinpingyang about three hours to make a forced march overland, so there's still some time."

Then he issued the assembly order on the radio: "Assemble the troops at the airport center and organize the results of the battle. We will retreat in half an hour."

"Hao Yi, send some people to guard the perimeter to ensure safety and prevent any Japanese from infiltrating."

"Xiao Qi, you can take James ashore and let him take pictures as he pleases."

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James went ashore with his camera in hand and a heavy heart.

The moment he came ashore, he felt the smell of gunpowder and the scorching air.

However, he just lowered his head and followed Xiao Qi, thinking about something.

It had been more than ten days since he arrived at the independent regiment's base by liaison plane. Thinking back on what he had seen and heard during this period, he felt like he was simply dreaming.

"It's unbelievable that Zhang Chi, the mysterious Colonel of Qian State, was able to get dozens of Chinese-made amphibious tanks and a dozen torpedo boats from the basin surrounded by mountains and rivers north of Pegu." He sighed in his heart.

Although Zhang Chi always answered his questions about the origins of these vehicles with "military secrets, no comment", James had some guesses of his own.

"The capitalists in the United States have gone too far. They can actually secretly accept money to sell the United States' standard equipment."

As the son of a car dealer, James is well aware of the workings of domestic capitalists.

After the Lend-Lease Act was signed, the White Eagle Country provided weapons to the Allies free of charge.

But this does not mean that the weapons manufacturers are working for nothing. In fact, the United States Congress has approved special funds to purchase these weapons from them.

So those arms manufacturers have actually made a lot of money.

James believes that some manufacturers smuggled these vehicles to the wealthy and powerful Zhang family in order to make some extra money.

However, he did not intend to reveal all this.

After all, he had a bright future and became a colonel at the age of 30, so he didn't want to "commit suicide by shooting himself eight times in the back" at such a young age.

"Major, look over there, it's all burning wreckage."

At this moment, Xiao Qi's words beside James interrupted his thoughts.

He looked in the direction Xiaoqi pointed, and saw little flames jumping in the distance.

James took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and burnt protein.

He raised his camera and began to take pictures of the burned plane wreckage and the carbonized bodies of the Japanese soldiers.

There's no such thing as a politically correct statement about bald eagles these days.

After the outbreak of the Pearl Harbor incident, their media only had the propaganda of "Kill japs, kill more japs".

Therefore, James believed that the domestic media would definitely like the tragic photos of these dead Japanese devils.

Suddenly, James's attention was attracted by a group of figures not far away.

He only saw a group of Japanese prisoners with their hands tied, being led by a strong man, walking towards him dejectedly.

The prisoners were wearing leather jackets and soft hats with goggles on their heads. They were obviously Japanese pilots.

"Holy shits!" James couldn't help but curse. "Did you think this day would come when you sank the Arizona and Oklahoma?"

After saying that, James raised his camera and started pressing the shutter and shooting film at the captured Japanese pilots.