Changkong Fighter

Chapter 240 Return to base
The Z-20 helicopter flew rapidly over the Ryukyu Islands. The cities on the islands suffered heavy losses due to the attack by the alien civilization, and fighting continued in some towns.

Concrete buildings collapsed with a roar, turning into ruins; thick smoke billowed from wooden buildings, as if draping a thick black veil over the city. Some surviving civilians could be seen fleeing the city, looking blankly at their destroyed homes on the city's edge.

Some people were running frantically through the ruins, desperately digging through the collapsed building rubble in an attempt to find traces of their loved ones.

The city's former glory is gone, replaced by desolation, panic, and despair. This is not China; the military is not involved in disaster relief, and we can only wait for the Japanese government to send people.

Through the porthole, one could see that in the distance, where the Einsta-Rosen Bridge had once been, there was no trace of the wormhole. However, a huge hole still existed in the sky, and the surrounding clouds had not yet closed. Space was constantly "repairing" itself, and when it would be completely repaired was beyond Liu Jun's comprehension.

"How's the battle going?"

"We are clearing out the alien drop pods around the base. It's only a matter of time before we eliminate the remaining ground units, but our air defense units have suffered significant personnel losses."

"Um"

It makes sense, considering that in an air-to-ground confrontation, the ground forces would be at a disadvantage, especially since the alien civilization had a large number of spacecraft. Fortunately, the wormhole opened near the Japanese mainland, so the base was less affected.

As Liu Jun flew over the isolation zone next to the base, he saw the familiar Type 09 anti-aircraft gun. He saw the Type 09's twin 35mm cannons laid flat, and what followed was a brutal massacre.

A barrage of machine gun fire erupted, and armor-piercing discarding sabot rounds from the 35mm self-defense ammunition belt struck the alien beings, tearing them to shreds. This frustrated several pilots who were preparing to launch ground attacks. It was one thing for anti-aircraft guns to target aerial targets, but why were they also trying to steal ground targets?
Looking at the biological weapon, now reduced to a pile of rotten flesh, which posed no threat whatsoever, some chemical defense soldiers carrying flamethrowers used flames to burn the remains of the biological weapon, and a strong smell of grilled seafood filled the air.

"Will we go to the city center?"

"Well, that depends on what the higher-ups want."

As the conversation unfolded, the Z-20 helicopter flew over the electrified fence of the base and saw the LD-2000 and HQ-17 air defense systems below the camouflage netting, as well as a whole air defense system that was being loaded with ammunition.

Suddenly, Liu Jun saw a 35mm anti-aircraft gun position. The camouflage net was pierced by lasers, and the 35mm gun barrels, which had melted and then solidified, drooped. The destroyed anti-aircraft gun parts were scattered on the ground.

Next to the anti-aircraft artillery position, some medics were collecting the dog tags of fallen soldiers and placing their bodies in body bags.

In war, there are always deaths. As long as the death is meaningful, it is not a wasted death.

Helicopter landing is much easier than fixed-wing landing. The pilot communicates briefly with the control tower, flies to the designated parking area, and lands.

The landing gear touched the ground, the cabin door opened, and Liu Jun landed on his feet, alive and well. He looked at the helipad next to him, where a formation of fully armed helicopters took off one after another, heading towards the battlefield.

The Thor Commando? They must have gone to rescue someone.

"Comrade Liu Jun, we still have a mission," the captain of the Jiaolong Commando Team said to Liu Jun.

"Thank you for the rescue!"

After shaking hands, Liu Jun walked towards the hangar, while the Jiaolong Commando team waited for the helicopter to finish refueling and for any issues to be resolved before continuing their journey to the battlefield to carry out rescue or other missions.

Come to think of it, he had just set off from here not long ago, and now he was back in another form, only to find that his beloved aircraft would only be with him for a short while. What a pity. As he walked into the battle report room inside the hangar, Liu Jun saw the squadron leader, whose face was not looking good. The moment the squadron leader saw Liu Jun, his expression relaxed, and he stepped forward and patted the squadron leader on the shoulder.

"Chang Kong! It's good to be back! You should rest for a bit, I still have things to do here."

The company commander gestured for him to rest first, since this was the post-battle statistics period, and then the company's achievements and losses would be reported.

"understand!"

Liu Jun walked out of the hangar and looked at the empty hangar next to him, wondering how many of his comrades would never return.

On the runway, maintenance and ground crew inspected the landed fighter jets, then reloaded them with ammunition and fuel, and towed the damaged aircraft to the apron for further inspection.

What should he do now? As he pondered, Liu Jun saw helicopters flying in from a distance. Some helicopters carried wounded soldiers hanging from their hooves. After the soldiers were unloaded, they were transferred to trolleys and pushed towards the base hospital.

At the hospital entrance, several Dongfeng Mengshi trucks were transferring the wounded, and some body bags were also unloaded for placement.

Looking at the bustling hospital, Liu Jun thought for a moment and walked towards it.

Upon entering the hospital, one sees doctors and nurses bustling about, seemingly never stopping. The corridors are filled with makeshift beds, crammed with wounded soldiers, blood seeping from their bandages. Cries of agony and screams blend together, but these are still relatively mild. Some weak groans are what truly evoke despair, proving that the wounded no longer have the strength to shout.

Puff puff puff! Chemical defense soldiers sprayed disinfectant, and the lights in the operating room never went out as blood bags were being used up in large quantities.

As Liu Jun passed by a hospital bed, he saw a young soldier with his right hand wrapped in bandages and a pained expression on his face. He glanced at the wound and then turned away. His left hand had been amputated. He looked at the armband and saw that it belonged to the air defense force.

At the entrance of the blood donation center, soldiers lined up one by one to have their blood drawn. Blood is an important strategic resource and consumable during wartime.

Liu Jun stepped forward and lined up behind his comrades to donate blood. Now that his fighter jet was gone, there were more pilots than fighter jets in the base. He didn't have a plane to launch an attack, so he decided to donate blood here, hoping that his blood, which had been enhanced, could help his wounded comrades pull through.

"Next person!"

As the nurse called out, another soldier went in, and then the people inside came out.

When it was Liu Jun's turn soon, after he donated blood, he walked out of the blood donation area and saw more comrades lined up behind him, some of whom had even donated blood twice before.

As I walked out of the blood donation center, I looked up at the sky, which was filled with smoke and dust. The once azure sky had turned into a hazy gray, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

In the sky, the trace left by the wormhole has become much smaller, indicating that after destroying the inductive force field, the alien civilization will not be able to open the wormhole again for a short period of time.

However, the feeling of waiting for his fighter jet on the ground made him very uncomfortable. Since things had come to this, he decided to go eat first.

(End of this chapter)