"I Mai Ga, what's going on? The damn German guy was actually beaten up!"

Charlie subconsciously looked back and found that the German fighter jet that was chasing him had exploded and disintegrated in a magical explosion.

"I, thank God!"

At this moment, Charlie suddenly became excited. He quickly spread his five fingers together in his right hand, pointed his forehead with the middle finger and left shoulder socket on his chest, and silently recited in his heart, "For the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Amen."

However, at this moment, another fighter plane appeared in Charlie's vision.

"I buy it, what's the situation!"

Charlie was so scared that his face turned pale. He quickly turned his head to look, and then he found a P-47 Thunderbolt fighter heading alongside him, and he could even clearly see the driver's eastward hole.

"It turned out that it was the Chinese pilot who beat the damn German guy and saved my life!"

Charlie instantly understood the situation and quickly extended his thumb to praise Liang Taizhen.

Liang Taizhen nodded with a smile, then gestured to Charlie and said, "Your fighter plane has serious problems, please retreat quickly! I'll escort you for a ride now!"

"Oh, three grams of oil, Viagra!"

Charlie quickly expressed his gratitude again, and then turned the head of the plane and flew towards Cairo from the beginning of admonition.

Liang Taizhen nodded with a smile, and took responsibility as a guard plane. After sending Charlie to a relatively safe area, he returned to the front line battlefield again and continued to fight with the Luftwaffe.

"Haha, this P-47 Thunderfighter is really delicious! American goods are really good, but unfortunately they will finish one soon!"

Then after more than 20 minutes of fierce fighting, not only did they not have much fuel and bullets on their planes, but the German Air Force had long since died and scattered, and it was rare to see one or two planes in the huge airspace.

Liang Taizhen had to fly the scarred P-47 lightning fighter and began to return.

In this battle, Liang Taizhen injured no less than 10 German fighter jets in front and back, and shot down two of them, which successfully completed the personal debut of the P-47 Thunderfighter.

At this time, the large-scale counter-charge on the ground came to an end. All the wounded soldiers on the battlefield retreated to the rear battlefield hospitals. The two positions that were severely damaged and difficult to continue to hold were also evacuated.

In Yang Fan's view, these peripheral positions are important, but without the protection of solid fortifications, there is no need to fill them with your life.

Moreover, there are three or four such defense lines behind, which can be maintained and can greatly consume the enemy's troops and ammunition.

It will be dark in a few hours, and then Yang Fan will have enough means to launch a night attack counterattack.

When the enemy is strong and we are weak, elastic defense is an extremely wise choice.

At the same time, under this fierce and extremely fierce counter-charge battle, the German army suffered heavy losses. The attacking troops of the three regiments suffered more than half of their casualties and lost a large number of tanks and armored vehicles.

The German fighter jets that came to rescue the scene also suffered heavy losses under the fierce and desperate attacks of Allied fighter pilots, and thirty fighter jets were destroyed.

Although the Allies have also lost a considerable number of fighter jets, it is obvious that compared with their previous record, the Allies have improved significantly.

I have to say that the newly arrived P-47 Thunderbolt Fighters are really delicious. Although their comprehensive performance is not as good as Mustang Fighters, the damage rate is much smaller.

By the time the Axis troops re-adjustled their posture and launched a new round of attacks, it was already two hours later, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only two or three hours dark, which was no longer enough for them to push out a new line of defense.

Cairo, Central Hospital.

At this time, Yang Fan was taking Wu Juan, Xia Yu, Wang Liguo, Liu Qiang and others to express condolences to the minor and serious wounded people who had just been sent back from the front line at Cairo Central Hospital.

With the influx of serious casualties on the front line, the military hospitals in the rear became extremely busy. As the largest and most advanced medical conditions, Cairo Central Hospital naturally became the main force without hesitation.

One helicopter after another rose and fell in the square of the central hospital, constantly sending the wounded over.

The logistics staff and medical staff who had been waiting in the square carried the seriously injured onto the prepared stretcher as soon as possible and sent them to various wards as quickly as possible.

The battlefield hospital in Matrul Town is actually not small, but today's battle to defend Matrul Fortress is too tragic and too intense.

The Martru Town Field Hospital has long been overcrowded, and the beds and medical staff have long been unable to cope with it, so they can only send all the minor and serious injuries to the hospital further behind after emergency treatment.

After all, frontline hospitals are facing bombing and shelling at all times, facing various crises such as excessive noise, water and power outages, which are not conducive to the rescue, surveillance and subsequent treatment of the wounded.

The hospitals at the rear are far stronger than frontline battlefield hospitals, whether in the hospital environment, medical staff, instruments and equipment.

"Click! Click!"

Xia Yu, Shui Jingxuan, Duan Yinhua and other Chinese and foreign journalists pressed the shutter with solemn faces, recording everything in front of them with the camera.

Although they cannot drive planes and tanks to the Bloody City, or carry guns to the battlefield in person, they have shortcomings and strengths, but they can play the same role in another position in the War of Resistance Against Japan.

But they can use words, pictures and sounds to fight against the Nazi fascists, fight for the country, the nation, justice and peace, and contribute their strength and blood!

"Ah, third brother, you, what's wrong with you?"

Duan Yinhua was pressing the shutter with a click, but suddenly found that a serious injury who had just lifted the helicopter was his third brother Duan Zhenguo.

What made Duan Yinhua look so scared that Duan Zhenguo's eyes were closed at this moment, his face was even more pale, and his whole body was covered with gauze stained with blood. It looked no different from a mummy at first glance.

"San brother, you, wake up!"

In this situation, Duan Yinhua really couldn't calm down. She quickly hung the camera on her chest and ran over quickly, her voice cried in an infarcted voice.

However, Duan Zhenguo was still unconscious and had no way to respond to Duan Yinhua's words.

"San brother, don't scare me! Third brother, wake up quickly!"

Duan Yinhua became even more scared. After coming to the stretcher, she subconsciously stretched out her hand, trying to grab Duan Zhenguo's arm and wake him up.

At this time, the military doctor who was undergoing a pupil examination quickly put down the small flashlight in his hand and reached out to stop Duan Yinhua's movements and said, "Miss, please don't be excited. The wounded is now in a deep coma. The situation is very critical. You can't move around!"
Chapter completed!