The land elephant covered with low northwest grass pods was straight by plowheads, and the brown and black soil imprints extended from not far from the coast to the center of Beizi Island.

A light gray plane was planted in a crooked green field. In the exaggerated air intake mouth at the head of the plane, most of the brown and black soil had been poured into it. Several streams of blue smoke appeared from time to time, as if there was a possibility of explosion at any time, which made people feel heartbroken.

"Old Zheng, Lao Zheng...Zheng Jun...Zheng Bangen?" An He shook his head, which was still a little confused, and called his comrades in the front seat of the A7 attack plane. Seeing that Zheng Jun did not respond, An He even shouted out his nickname for usually joking.

"Who is calling half a ring? I have told you that every time I suck half a ring, it's not Xiaoshu, it's for health. Do you understand? It's health." Zheng Jun lowered his head and murmured.

Hearing the voice of his comrades in front of him, An He let out a long sigh and began to look at the surrounding environment and his own situation.

Thanks to the boron carbide armor equipped in the cockpit of the A7 attack aircraft, the aircraft still kept the cockpit intact after such extremely violent bumpy activities. However, the cockpit instruments were filled with red flashes everywhere, and there were several pieces of soil on the front windshield of the aircraft, and a smell of burnt rubber spread throughout the cockpit.

Carefully moving all parts of his body, An He found that except for a little dizzy, he showed no sign of injury. He breathed a sigh of relief. An He found the manual release device of the canopy cover. After a very awkward fiddling, An He finally opened the cockpit of the a7 attack aircraft manually.

As the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of grass outside the plane rushed into his nose. Zheng Jun in the front seat moaned softly, An He quickly stood up and looked over his body to observe Zheng Jun's condition. A big green bag bulged on Zheng Jun's forehead, and bloodstains oozed out of the skin. His left hand was twisted at an extremely strange angle. I don't know if it was a fracture or a dislocated one, but it looked much more desolate than himself.

"Old Zheng, Lao Zheng?" An He carefully patted Zheng Jun on the shoulder.

After breathing heavily, Zheng Jun narrowed his eyes and regained his mind.

"I almost hit me to death." Zheng Jun said dizzyly, moving his body.

Seeing that his comrades were not seriously injured, An He let out a long sigh and shook his head and said, "Old Zheng, your landing this time is really bad. The speed is at least 80% of the standard landing speed. Not only is the speed plate not opened, but the height of the landing gear is also too low. The comprehensive evaluation is zero points, it will be safer for me to drive next time."

"I dare to bet that at least half of the tail of the plane was lost. The speed reduction board was not opened, and I think it was blown up. This runway was not even as good as the simple loess track. Although it was not good, it was safe to land. If you fly, we would have gone into the sea to feed the turtle." Although he was so dizzy, Zheng Jun still refuted An He's slander weakly.

After a while, Zheng Jun finally woke up completely. The two men tidied up their flight suits. Before they could climb out of the cockpit, they found figures flashing in the low bushes around them.

The old green military uniform looks shabby, and the thin body and black cheeks make people feel malnourished. The American steel helmet looks a bit funny when buckled on the slightly narrow and pointed head. The quick probe and then quickly retract your head back makes people easily think of the frightened rabbit when eating grass.

"Old Zheng, I am a Filipino soldier. How about your English? Can you maintain communication?" An He poked Zheng Jun and asked.

"I've been studying in the A7 attack aircraft flight manual. Most of them are just aware of each other and can't speak. Occasionally, a few of them are aiming and firing," Zheng Jun said awkwardly.

"Anhe, I remember you were in the military library and learned a lot of internal English materials?" Zheng Jun asked back.

"Well, the internal information I found was marked with English pronunciation in Chinese, but the textbooks were a bit old." An He said.

"No matter what old he is, let me say a few words to try to communicate?" Zheng Jun said with hope.

"I turned to the textbooks and found that they were all daily English calls from the period of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Lao Zheng, are you sure you want me to try it?" An He said hesitantly.

Zheng Jun looked at An He speechlessly. The situation between the two was indeed not suitable for shouting: "Go to Hu, Apu, No, Ham (Note 1).

Jose Ejesseto is the sergeant garrison of the Philippine National Guard stationed in Beizi Island. Today is a very unlucky day for Jose Ejesseto. It was originally a headache to station on an island hundreds of kilometers away from the local area. Fortunately, the leisurely military pay is on time, which is also a good career for people with ordinary temperaments.

However, Jose Ejesseto's leisurely days were already broken by the tension at the door of his neighbors this morning. Nanzi Island is less than two kilometers away from Beizi Island. All the details of the Vietnamese's landing craft that blasted the Chinese army, Jose Ejesseto could see very clearly.

Watching the large number of Chinese landing crafts and amphibious tanks surrounding Beizi Island, recalling the five or six large warships cruising in the sea outside the Twin Reefs, from which angle, Jose Ejessito had some city gates that caught fire, which affected the premonition of the fish in the pond.

Beizi Island is not as good as Nanzi Island, which has been armed to the teeth. Now, on the entire Beizi Island, including Jose Ejesseto himself, the so-called garrison troops are only nine, and the Philippines is not as rich as Vietnam. There are only three barracks in the artificial buildings on Beizi Island. With such simple garrison conditions, Jose Ejesseto will have to surrender.

Therefore, Jose Ejesseto stayed behind the sand embankment from the first moment the Vietnamese bombed the Chinese naval landing craft, holding a telescope to pay attention to the situation on Nanzi Island.

When the seriously injured A7 attack aircraft appeared on the skyline, Jose Ejesseto was startled. The big mouth shape of the A7 was so familiar to NATO and its allies. Jose Ejesseto thought that the Americans had personally participated in the battle.

However, the A7 attack aircraft, which was emitting blue smoke, crossed the rear of the Chinese landing forces and swayed straight to Beizi Island. Finally, after tilting its wings and forcibly landing, Jose Ejessito was a little stunned.

Although I have seen clearly that the military logo of this plane is not the nayy I often use, but the dark red five-pointed star of the northern republic, the countries that can be equipped with this big-mouthed plane are definitely allies of the Americans or quasi-irons. For the daughter of Asia in America, the good friends of "dad" must not be treated rudely.

However, as a garrison force, it is a responsibility to defend the territory. Foreign planes directly invade their own territory without saying hello. It is a troublesome no matter how you look at it. Especially the origin of the land under your feet. Some are still unclear. Various reasons are mixed together, which makes Jose Ejesseto extremely headache.

After arranging two smart soldiers to monitor and check, Jose Ejesseto returned to the barracks and fiddled with the old radio station to tell the local area and see what should be done.

It took seven or eight minutes. Jose Ejesseto just contacted the Coast Guard Command in Manila. A soldier who was staying behind Shadi was rushed in panting.

"Report to the sir. The Chinese are coming in our direction and are about to log in."

Jose Ejessito picked up the telescope and left the barracks. He trotted all the way to the back of the sand dike without using the telescope. Two landing craft and four amphibious tanks had already crossed the central waterway between Nanzi Island and Beizi Island and headed towards the beach in front of the sand dike.

"Sir? What should we do? Do we have to resist?" a soldier beside him asked in a trembling voice.

Jose Ejessito first glanced at the black hole of the amphibious tank, then gritted his teeth and said, "Resist? Do you use it as a fortification? Leave the task of guarding the beach to you, idiot."

For the Philippines, which is deeply influenced by Spain and the United States, putting down weapons is not a shame. As early as the early 1970s, the two large islands in the Gemini Reefs were illegally controlled by the Philippines. However, in the mid-1970s, the Vietnamese only dispatched a platoon to drive the Filipinos entrenched on Nanzi Island out of the sea.

Four amphibious tanks, with the dripping water flowing down, rushed to the beach of Beizi Island with a faint blue smoke, and the roar of the engine. The bow of the landing craft also ran aground behind the amphibious tank at the foot of the white sand embankment.

Opening the rear craft door of the landing craft and confirming that there was no shooting point on the beach, Xiong Weixin led a squad of soldiers to do several tactical dodges in agile manner, hiding behind the rumbling amphibious tank. The Type 63 amphibious tank rotated straight with the black hole muzzle, trying to find a target that could threaten itself.

Suddenly, time seemed to be frozen, and a wooden stick with a white vest slowly rose from the bushes in the distance. What was going on? It seemed like a punch hit the air. Xiong Weixin couldn't help but rub his eyes, carefully enduring everything that appeared in front of him...

A moment later, dozens of soldiers on the two landing craft occupied three barracks illegally built on Beizi Island in the Philippines. Zheng Jun and An He, who were driving the A7 attack aircraft, were lying halfway on the camp bed. Xiong Weixin brought the sanitation officers to treat the wounds and conduct preliminary examinations.

Xiong Weixin touched his chin and looked at Sergeant Jose Ejesseto, who claimed to be the highest commander of the Philippine garrison in Beizidao.

Without a shot, he landed safely on the island and successfully rescued the A7 attack aircraft pilot who had been forced to land. Now it seems that this extremely perfect rescue activity can come to an end. However, what gave Xiong Weixin a headache was that the guy in front of him was so good. He not only gave up all the barracks happily, but also drove his own troops to the coconut tree and sat in a circle against the trees.

What's even more outrageous is that before Xiong Weixin asked, Jose Ejessito patted his chest and promised that he and his soldiers would take good care of the A7 attack aircraft that was forced to land on the island. Before the Republic's logistics forces pulled the plane away, they would ensure that the A7 attack aircraft would not be missing a screw.

What to do? Should we turn against each other directly and kill all these guys? Xiong Weixin nervously thought about how good it would be if the Philippines resisted a little. At that time, under the guise of emergency rescue and self-defense counterattack, he could completely drive the Philippine troops stationed in the island out of the sea.

Now the other party cooperates with Xiong Weixin's situation so much, it is a little troublesome. I just heard from the soldiers in charge of the translation that Jose Ejesseto has sent a telegram to Manila, saying that some Allied fighter planes were damaged and forced to land on Beizi Island. At present, the garrison troops are preparing to welcome Allied logistics personnel to the island for emergency repairs to fighter planes. Once this telegram is sent, it is almost equivalent to Xiong Weixin's idea of ​​killing and silencing people.

Although it is very easy to deal with these Filipinos, beating dogs depends on the owner. Philippine Xiong Weixin didn't take it seriously, but the American attitude is indeed crucial. Not to mention anything else, the fleets that can cruise the Nansha now have to settle down at the base without the support of the Americans.

Looking at Jose Ejesseto's flattering smile, Xiong Weixin wished he could kick the guy in front of him into the sea. The slut's corrupt bones could kill him with one shot. Xiong Weixin thought angrily.

How can I find a reason to be justified? Although the Ministry of Foreign Affairs helped me wipe my butt, I had to find a reason to be a while. Xiong Weixin racked his brains to think.

"The Bears, there are three barracks on the island, 12 rifles and a radio station. There is a small cement pier in the southeast, and there is a vegetable field behind the barracks." Zhang Kailu, who had just led the team to survey the entire Beizi Island, walked in and reported to Xiong Weixin the details on the island.

"The Bears, the Philippines has basically not been developed, and it is still in a natural growth state. Except for the large coconut forest in the northeast corner of the island, the rest are weeds and shrubs. At present, there is only one cement road running east-west on the island, and the small road running north-south is just a simple road that is manually stepped out."

Xiong Weixin nodded and asked casually: "That's all? Is there anyone who used to dig wells or something?"

"I found a bite from the well. I don't know if I can drink it for the time being, but we found two tombstones in the coconut forest in the northeast of the island."

"Tombstone?" Xiong Weixin repeated softly.

"The Bear Team seems to have been built during the Qing Dynasty. One tombstone is engraved with "Weng Wenqin in the 11th year of Tongzhi" and the other is engraved with the two words under "Wu in the 13th year of Tongzhi" that are already blurred and unrecognizable." Zhang Kailu said with some regret.

"Lao Hei, wait, during the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty..." Xiong Weixin waved his hand decisively and interrupted Zhang Kailu's words.

After walking around the desk in the barracks twice, Xiong Weixin slapped the tabletop suddenly and said with a smile: "Lao Hei, go and call Weng Chengji in."

Note 1: Give up the gun and do not kill (givenup, noharm)
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