Starting from 1950

Su Yang looked up at the gray sky but saw nothing.

But he knew that Xiaoyu was right above him. Just as she realized he had woken up, Xiaoyu had sent him a message, asking if he wanted to have breakfast.

Su Yang was already used to this kind of thing.

These past few days, whenever Xiaoyu catches a mouse, rabbit, or pheasant, she asks him about it, and even though she's rejected every time, she still asks him again next time.

After once again declining Xiaoyu's offer, Su Yang paced around the camp to stretch his somewhat stiff body.

More than half of the trucks in the camp have been removed.

The requisitioned vehicles crossed the river last night, but driving at night is dangerous, so they hid on the other side of the river as soon as they crossed. They can only set off in small groups once it is fully light.

The trucks that were returning had all their supplies unloaded last night, and the manual transport team carried dozens of kilograms of goods in baskets on their backs, leaving in the latter half of the night.

Su Yang found a secluded corner to relieve himself, intending to wash his face on the north bank of the river, but then realized that the river was already frozen solid.

After taking a stroll outside, my body warmed up.

When he returned to the tent, Yu Feng and several other drivers he didn't recognize had already woken up and were eating their dry rations.

By this time, it was already broad daylight outside.

When Yu Feng saw Su Yang return, he took a hard flatbread out of his bag and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "Su Yang, have some to tide you over. It will be dark by the time we get back to Shenzhou."

Su Yang was about to take the pancake when his expression suddenly changed!

Xiaoyu warned him!

"Oh no! Everyone get out of there! Enemy planes!"

Su Yang grabbed his backpack and ran outside. Yu Feng and the other drivers were stunned for a moment, then they also started frantically grabbing their things and rushing out.

Although they didn't hear any unusual sounds, they were better off believing it was true.

"Everyone, come out quickly! Enemy planes are coming!"

Su Yang ran wildly through the camp, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The soldiers on guard were the first to react. Without even asking Su Yang how he determined there were enemy planes, they rushed into the various tents to call for reinforcements.

In less than a minute, the people in the camp began to scatter in all directions.

As for the remaining trucks in the camp, fortunately, they had already been started and warmed up since they were going to return later.

The drivers quickly got into their trucks, drove them out of the camp, and dispersed, then covered themselves with camouflage materials that had been prepared beforehand.

In just a few minutes, everyone seemed to be in a flurry of activity, but there was actually order within the chaos.

"Su Yang, are there really enemy planes? How did you know?"

Yue Jinlong ran over, his clothes were disheveled and the buttons were fastened incorrectly, clearly he had gotten up in a hurry.

Before Su Yang could answer, his expression changed drastically, because he had already heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

"It's a fighter jet! Everyone, speed up!"

The enemy's fighter jets fly very fast, reaching speeds of over a thousand miles per hour. If people can hear them, it means the planes are already within 10 miles.

Ten miles is less than a minute for a fighter jet.

"Da da da~!"

Two planes came from the opposite bank of the river, and as they approached the riverbank, they began to slow down and strafed at low altitude.

The ice surface was cracked by bullets, and the road that the engineering team had just repaired last night was immediately reduced to rubble.

After strafing the icy road, the two planes swooped down toward the camp.

"Da da da!"

Soldiers in the camp had already set up heavy machine guns and were firing at the two fighter jets in the sky with bloodshot eyes.

Most of the people in the camp had already evacuated, and supplies were running low.

but!

The land is still here!

As soldiers, protecting every inch of land is their mission.

They cannot and will not flee like ordinary people.

"Da da da! Da da!"

Outside the camp, Su Yang, hidden in his camouflage, watched the flames erupting from the sky and the ground.

It's not impossible to shoot down a plane with a heavy machine gun.

It can be accomplished as long as the aircraft flies at low altitude and the heavy machine guns hit key locations such as the fuel tank and the cockpit.

However, fighter jets are too fast, making aiming a major problem.

Often, when a heavy machine gun tries to shoot down a plane, luck plays a more significant role.

Clearly, luck did not come this time.

Two fighter jets nearly turned the camp tents into sieves.

"Damn it! Why are these bastards here so early in the morning!" Yue Jinlong's face turned ashen.

The enemy never fights at night, so our troops, supplies, and roads are all transported at night.

This time, however, the enemy acted out of character, taking off from the south before dawn and catching us completely off guard.

"Fortunately, the supply trucks reached the other side last night. Judging from the situation, the enemy planes did not discover our camouflage on the other side." Yue Jinlong was somewhat relieved.

"Da da da..."

Just as Yue Jinlong finished speaking, one of the enemy planes suddenly strafed the area not far from where they were hiding as it flew overhead.

"boom--"

A truck was hit in the fuel tank and exploded. The flames engulfed a driver who was hiding next to the truck, turning him into a human torch in an instant. He screamed and rolled on the ground.

Damn it! What bad luck!

Yue Jinlong's eyes were bloodshot.

He instantly realized that the enemy planes hadn't actually spotted them; they were just randomly strafing them and had just happened to be lucky.

However, once the other party flies back, they will definitely discover something amiss.

But now, whatever the reason, doesn't matter anymore.

He shoved Su Yang and shouted to the others, "Run! The enemy has discovered this place. We can't hide anymore. Scatter and get somewhere else!"

Everyone rushed out of their camouflage shelters, and Su Yang, who was fleeing with the crowd, kept looking back.

Two fighter jets flew in an arc across the sky, seemingly heading south.

Su Yang gave a wry smile.

This is it!

How can a human outrun a fighter jet?

Having transmigrated less than a year ago, barely established himself in this era, and not even had a chance to show his skills, is he about to die?

What will happen to Wu Xinxue if I die? What will happen to Aunt Mei?

And Xiaoyu, I wonder if she'll be sad.

In that short period of time, Su Yang thought about a lot of things.

The two fighter jets had already flown back into the sky. Su Yang casually found a small mound of earth to use as cover, praying that the bullets would avoid him.

.......

Inside one of the F-80 "Meteor" fighter jets.

George glanced down at the rising flames and laughed into the comms, "James, I caught a mouse!"

"Shit! You've got some real luck! Man, let's all open fire this time and clear out that whole area!" James's frustrated voice came through the radio.

"OK! We've already turned that machine gun position into a mess. How about we descend to 500 meters this time? Maybe we can still see the expressions on those monkeys' faces as they struggle before they die," George agreed, offering a suggestion.

"Oh! Man! You're a genius!" James exclaimed.

The two got right to work. As they descended, George could already see the little people scattering and running away below.

A smile played on his lips as he pressed the fire button, ready to fire.

"Bang!"

A white shadow suddenly crashed into the glass of the fighter jet in front of him.

"What the hell! Wait! Oh my god......."

George saw a crack appear in the glass in front of him and his face showed a look of horror.

"call......"

Before he could call for help, the windshield shattered into pieces with a loud bang, and the biting cold wind began to cut into him like a knife.

"George! George, what's wrong! Boost! Boost!" James's voice rang out from the communication channel, but was instantly blown away by the sharp, cold wind.

.......