Zhang Zizhong was sincere in what he said. He admired Lin Fan very much.

Lin Fan put all his heart into fighting the Japanese devils. He didn't care about the opinions of the senior officials of the national army at all.

Nor did he pay attention to the relationship between the various warlords within the national army, only doing his own thing.

Zhang Zizhong was not a simple person either. He immediately ordered his men to send people to collect weapons and ammunition.

Then he sent two thousand soldiers to repair the airport.

The machine gun bullets were like an iron broom, sweeping from east to west.

Those Japanese devils who were originally lying in the drainage ditches on both sides of the road were now out of luck.

They hid in the ditches on both sides of the road, which was a natural fortification. Although it was not deep enough, it was much better than counterattacking on the flat ground.

When shooting at each other on flat ground, being in the ditch could reduce the chance of injury by 70 percent.

Now it was different. The ground attack aircraft poured down a rain of bullets from the air, especially targeting the Japanese devils in the drainage ditches on both sides.

After the first attack aircraft passed, the drainage ditch was already a river of blood, and then the second and third ground attack aircraft followed.

Such a level of attack was not something that the unprepared team of the Tian Shang Balang Regiment could withstand.

The Japanese devils' team began to fall into chaos!