You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

The infantrymen in the ruins erupted in cheers.

Xu Fei raised his binoculars and looked up at the sky.

Twelve BF-109 fighter planes, in neat formation, swooped down from high altitude.

In front of them, a group of Japanese fighter planes flew towards them.

These aircraft feature a low-wing design, but their landing gear is fixed, with the wheels covered by a fairing.

This is the Type 97 fighter jet, the latest equipment of the Japanese Army Aviation.

Although it was far inferior to the BF-109E/F in speed and firepower, this aircraft possessed an extremely abnormal horizontal turning capability.

Aerial combat erupted instantly.

The BF-109 fleet employed the classic "hit-and-run" tactic.

Taking advantage of altitude and speed, it dives from high altitude, fires its nose cannon, and immediately climbs after firing, never engaging in combat with enemy aircraft.

Several Type 97 fighters that were unable to dodge were torn apart by 20mm cannons in the first dive and disintegrated in mid-air.

However, the situation on the battlefield can change in an instant.

After a BF-109 failed in a dive attack, the pilot made a fatal tactical error.

Having gotten carried away, he did not choose to immediately climb, but instead attempted to make a horizontal turn to catch up with the fleeing Japanese fighter plane.

The tail of that Type 97 fighter jet was painted with distinctive red lightning stripes.

The Japanese pilot in the film was definitely a veteran with hundreds of hours of flying experience.

Seeing that the BF-109 had abandoned its energy advantage and entered into a horizontal dogfight, the veteran Japanese pilots immediately seized the opportunity.

The Type 97 fighter demonstrated amazing maneuverability, making a sharp turn with an extremely small radius and directly circling around to the six o'clock position of the BF-109.

The two 7.7mm machine guns on the nose of the aircraft were spitting fire wildly.

A hail of bullets struck the fuselage of the BF-109.

Soon, the engine cooling system was also breached.

A thick plume of black smoke billowed from the nose of the aircraft.

The BF-109, powered by a liquid-cooled engine, gradually lost power and began to fall to the ground.

The canopy opened, and the Da Xia pilot jumped out of the cockpit, a white parachute blooming in the air.

"Oh shit!"

Xu Fei saw it clearly from the ground and punched the brick wall next to him.

In the sky, two other BF-109s spotted their comrade being shot down and immediately roared as they swooped down from high altitude.

The veteran Japanese pilot who shot down the BF-109 attempted to evade again with horizontal maneuvers.

But in the face of absolute speed and overwhelming firepower, all skills become useless.

The 20mm cannons of both BF-109s opened fire simultaneously.

The Type 97 fighter jet, with its thin skin and large interior, and no armor protection, was instantly riddled with holes.

The fuel tank caught fire, and the entire plane turned into a huge fireball.

Just before the plane exploded, the old Japanese soldier pushed open the canopy and jumped out.

Another white parachute opened in the sky above Weifang City.

The wind direction today is extremely strange.

The northwest wind high in the sky blew the Japanese pilot's parachute, causing it to drift erratically towards the ruins of a complex residential area west of the train station.

That was the buffer zone where Xu Fei's troops and the Japanese defense line were intertwined.

Xu Fei stared at the parachute that was getting lower and lower, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Training an elite pilot requires an enormous amount of resources.

The aircraft capable of flying this new type of fighter jet and shooting down a BF-109 in air combat was definitely a precious gem in the Japanese Army Aviation.

"Second Battalion Commander!"

"arrive!"

Xu Fei turned around and roared:

"Did you see that Japanese birdman falling from the sky?"

That must be a top-notch Japanese pilot.

Capture him alive; that would be a walking medal of honor. We absolutely cannot let him escape back to the Japanese lines.

"yes!"

The infantrymen immediately picked up their weapons and followed the second battalion commander out of the train station ruins, running wildly in the direction where the parachutes had fallen.

at the same time.

Inside the Japanese front-line command post across the street.

A Japanese battalion commander also saw this scene through his binoculars.

"That's the Empire's eagle!"

The Japanese battalion commander drew his command sword and pointed it at the sky:

"First Squadron, all troops, launch an attack."

"We must win back our pilots at all costs."

The infantry of both sides engaged in an extremely bloody race through the narrow ruins of the city in order to catch a pilot who had fallen from the sky.

The second battalion commander led his troops into a narrow alley.

Most of the houses on both sides have collapsed, and broken bricks and tiles cover the ground.

The military boots crunched on the rubble.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning wood and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"Be on guard, the Japanese are definitely coming too."

The second battalion commander, carrying a submachine gun, cautiously made his way forward, clinging to a section of the remaining courtyard wall.

I just turned a street corner.

They ran headlong into a group of Japanese soldiers carrying Type 38 rifles, who were also running wildly.

The two sides were less than twenty meters apart.

Without any unnecessary words, the battle erupted instantly.

"beat!"

The second battalion commander pulled the trigger.

The MP-40 submachine gun spews out dazzling tongues of fire.

A barrage of 9mm pistol bullets rained down, causing the three Japanese soldiers at the front to bleed profusely from their chests and collapse to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers quickly dispersed and sought cover to return fire.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire from Type 38 rifles echoed through the narrow alley.

A Xia soldier was shot in the shoulder, groaned, and leaned against the wall.

"Grenade!"

A soldier pulled out an M24 stick grenade, pulled the fuse, and threw it over a low wall.

"boom!"

The shockwave from the explosion blew bricks off the low wall.

Several Japanese soldiers hiding behind the wall were blown to pieces.

In order to retrieve the pilot, the Japanese soldiers displayed an extremely strong fighting spirit.

The Japanese grenade launcher operators behind them set up their grenade launchers directly in the middle of the street.

"Thump! Thump!"

The grenades fell indiscriminately in the alley.

Shrapnel flew everywhere, leaving white spots on the brick wall.

"Charge! Don't waste time fighting them at a distance!"

The second battalion commander roared, changed to a new magazine, and led the charge out of the cover.

In urban warfare, units with automatic firepower must close the distance to maximize their advantage.

The Xia soldiers, armed with submachine guns and Czech light machine guns, advanced while firing.

The two sides collided head-on in the collapsed courtyard wall and narrow passageway.

The battle devolved into an extremely brutal close-quarters combat.

When the submachine gun ran out of bullets and there wasn't time to change the magazine, he simply swung the butt of the gun and smashed it into the Japanese soldier's head.

The Japanese soldiers charged wildly with their bayonets.

The Xia soldiers drew their entrenching tools and slashed down at the bayonets.

Blood splattered on the gray brick wall, a shocking sight.

The second battalion commander kicked a Japanese soldier who was trying to launch a sneak attack to the ground, pressed his submachine gun against the soldier's chest, and pulled the trigger.

After dealing with the enemy in front of him, he looked up at the sky.

The white parachute had landed in a large courtyard not far ahead.

"One line, follow me, surround that courtyard."

The second battalion commander led a dozen elite veterans, escaping the meat grinder of the main road, and meandered towards their target location along a hidden alley.

At the end of the alley was a dilapidated wooden door.

The wooden door was ajar, and it was quiet inside.

The second battalion commander leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and calmed his racing heart.

He gestured to the platoon leader next to him.

The platoon leader nodded and gripped his submachine gun tightly.

The second battalion commander raised his right leg and kicked the wooden door.

"Bang!"

The rotten wooden door swung open with a thud and slammed heavily against the wall.

A platoon leader, gun at the ready, was the first to rush into the courtyard.

There was a large jujube tree growing in the yard.

White parachutes hang from the treetops, their lines tangled among the branches.

The Japanese pilot, wearing a fur-lined flight jacket and a flight cap, was hovering in mid-air.

He was holding a sharp paratrooper knife and desperately cutting the parachute lines wrapped around his body.

Upon hearing the sound of the door being kicked, the Japanese pilot turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with terror.

"Don't move!"

A long line of gun barrels were pointed directly at the pilot in mid-air.

Just then.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the moon gate opposite the courtyard.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers, carrying Type 38 rifles and covered in mud, rushed in.

The leading Japanese sergeant immediately spotted the pilot hanging in the tree, and then the platoon leader and others holding guns.

"Fire!"

The Japanese sergeant roared.

"Fire!"

A row of officers simultaneously pulled the trigger.

The two sides, less than twenty meters apart and separated by the large jujube tree in the center of the yard, faced off with guns drawn, and a fierce firefight broke out instantly.