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Several Japanese Bombers charged fiercely towards the Nationalist Army's Fighters, aiming to eliminate the two daring individuals who had provoked them.
"The Japanese planes are here, Ziwen! I'll hold off the Japanese planes; you climb and dive to shoot!"
The commander of the Nationalist plane, Liu Honghai, shouted into the radio. His voice was loud, but it sounded like noise to Wang Ziwen, who was not far away.
Wang Ziwen barely understood what Liu Honghai said, gave a thumbs-up to indicate he understood, and quickly pulled his plane up.
The two sides soon opened fire. The Japanese Bombers, with their slightly cumbersome bodies, performed various evasive maneuvers in the air while also firing their guns.
Although the Japanese planes had a numerical advantage, the inherent lack of maneuverability of the Bombers caused them to suffer an unexpected hit as soon as they engaged in combat.
As both sides approached the dogfight area, Liu Honghai suddenly made a quick turn and positioned his plane on the side of a Japanese plane. The heavy Japanese Bomber had just adjusted its position to face the enemy and didn't have time to turn back before its side engine was targeted and fired upon.
After injuring one Bomber, Liu Honghai did not become greedy for more glory and quickly pulled up as the remaining Bombers were just beginning to turn around.
"Yay, long live! Haha, I hit a Japanese plane! Keep it up!"
"Go for it! Let's take down the Japanese!"
"Destroy them!"
"The Air Force is the disgrace of the Greater Japanese Empire; five planes can't even defeat two Chinese planes!"
"Damn it, you idiot!"
In a mix of joy and sorrow, seeing the Chinese plane injure a Japanese plane, the soldiers of the Nationalist Army on the ground cheered loudly. Even Hu Lian, who had been frowning all along, showed a happy smile.
The Japanese soldiers were also watching the changes in the aerial battle. Seeing their own plane being hit and trailing black smoke while swaying in the air, they couldn't help but curse loudly.
The battlefield below was now very quiet; the sounds of gunfire had stopped, and everyone was focused on the fight in the sky.
Taking advantage of this hard-won pause, Tie Zhu crossed through a narrow alley and arrived at a building resembling a Clock Tower.
This building was quite strange; it had only one door, and a spiral staircase led directly to the second floor, not very high off the ground—about three meters.
On the balcony above hung a large bell. In front of the Small Building was a small open area, with the ground pockmarked with craters from shelling. It seemed that this place had previously been a small square, used for urgent gatherings in town.
Carefully climbing up the stairs, before reaching the second floor, Lin Qing heard a commotion coming from above.
It was the voice of a Japanese soldier. Tie Zhu recognized that Japanese sounded like a chirping bird; he couldn't understand it. The Japanese soldier seemed very angry, constantly waving his hands at the sky and throwing a tantrum, completely unaware of those behind him.
Tie Zhu cautiously made his way to the upper platform of the second floor. A Japanese soldier threw his weapon aside and jumped up and down with arms wide open, shouting loudly. Tie Zhu drew his bayonet and approached him from behind.
There were too many bottles and jars on him; as Tie Zhu got within about two meters, his movements startled the Japanese soldier.
The Japanese Soldier turned his head and saw a Chinese Soldier behind him, holding a bayonet. Instinctively feeling afraid, he checked his hands and found them empty, which made him grimace.
Tie Zhu was no longer the rookie who had been frightened by a glare from the Japanese Soldier earlier that morning. Although just a few hours had passed, they had matured him.
Seeing the Japanese Soldier in front of him, who was empty-handed yet still trying to act tough, Tie Zhu lunged forward.
The Japanese Soldier opened his arms, intending to embrace Tie Zhu, but clearly did not account for the bayonet in Tie Zhu's hand.
One of his hands was grabbed by the Japanese Soldier, and Tie Zhu felt a strong pull on his arm. He thrust the bayonet forward, piercing it into the Japanese Soldier's body.
The Japanese Soldier recoiled in pain and stumbled back a few steps, but being too close to the balcony, he fell off.
Tie Zhu walked to the edge of the balcony to take a look and saw the injured Japanese Soldier lying on the ground, clutching his wound and howling in agony while trying to struggle back to his feet.
Three meters wasn't too high; going down the stairs might allow the Japanese Soldier to escape. After a moment's thought, Tie Zhu jumped off the balcony, momentarily forgetting that he still had a gun.
The Japanese Soldier reacted slowly, only sensing a dark cloud blocking the sun above him before feeling a heavy weight crash down on him.
Suddenly attacked, the Japanese Soldier screamed and struggled to laugh. Without any hesitation, Tie Zhu plunged the bayonet directly into the Japanese Soldier's chest.
A large spurt of blood sprayed onto Tie Zhu, and as he wiped his face, he realized that this blood was warm: "So this Japanese Soldier's blood is warm too; I thought it would be cold!"
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