"Ten of ten shots hit! Who dares to say that our Li Guang name is in vain this time!"

Huang Bo laughed, feeling that this fighting mode was more comfortable than before.

"Let's go celebrate for our hero!"

Zhang Wu walked out with a smile, and a group of staff behind him laughed. Then he looked at the fallen wreckage in front, and someone shouted, "Send a ship to capture the prisoners!"

...

In the sky, the F104 could no longer be seen. Several aircraft were flying in the distance and hovering in the sky, looking more like belated sweepers.

Below, umbrella flowers occasionally appeared, and the people below also looked depressed. They knew what was waiting for them after they fell.

It’s not that they don’t have weapons on them, they just have a pistol. What’s the use of it?

Oh, you can commit suicide and achieve your own wisdom.

But, that's not what elites like them should do.

They firmly believe that as long as their driving skills show value, the other party will not embarrass them.

In the headquarters, the old man was holding a glass of water with a smile, and a group of staff officers behind him were already hugging and excited, and some even sang songs, looking enthusiastic.

Looking at the broken wreckage on the sea in the distance, the old man suddenly thought of something.

"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken!"

After saying that three of them were broken, the chiefs of staff around him stepped forward. Before he could speak, the old man shouted, "Go and see if there are any planes that are in good condition. You must find them."

The chief of staff was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "Chief, what do you mean by a plane that is in good condition? It would be nice to have some scrap metal left in it."

The old man opened his mouth wide and smiled helplessly for a long time, "Damn it, I promised to give you the wreckage, what should I say now..."

"It's all these guys' fault. Why do they make this missile so good?"

Hearing this, the chief of staff rolled his eyes, it's no wonder he did it well.

After a while, both the old man and the chief of staff laughed.

"Let the scrap metal be scrapped. When the time comes, we will send them a railroad car, so that we won't be told that we broke our word."

The chief of staff looked at the old man and was speechless again.

No wonder this guy came from the same class as the guy from the 7th Machinery Department. As expected, he has an iron wall.

...

As night fell, in the Forty-Nine City, the old man with a Chinese character face listened to the report on the phone, smiled and slapped the table and shouted "Hello".

Finally, he hung up the phone and laughed on the spot. In his excitement, he couldn't help but shout, "Well done, well played."

"Now I'll see if they still dare to come."

With that said, he ran outside, he wanted to tell everyone the good news.

Seventh Machinery Department.

After Mr. Wang heard the news about the battle in Shanghai today, he has been waiting in the office. Mr. Qin in the office next to him was busy with other things, but he often stopped writing and listened quietly to the movement next door, as if waiting for news.

.

Ring ring ring

When the phone rang, Mr. Wang immediately picked it up and started asking questions inside.

After a while, Mr. Wang hung up the phone, the smile on his face even deepened by three points, and then he jumped up on the ground.

"Old money, old money, it's done, it's done."

In an instant, Mr. Wang rushed out of the office and rushed into Mr. Qian's house. He hadn't spoken yet, but his expression told Mr. Qian the result.

Mr. Qian put down his pencil, stood up and asked hurriedly, "Tell me, how is it, how is it?"

"Of more than a hundred planes, only one got out. Oh, Lao Zhang, it's true. Why can't they all stay?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Speaking of this, Mr. Wang himself felt funny.

Mr. Qian's heart suddenly dropped.

This time, the chain finally didn’t fall off.

However, this thunder is too amazing.

"What about the data on the missiles?"

"Uh, I, I forgot to ask."

Mr. Wang calmed down his expression. He was just too happy and didn't seem to hear clearly, "But our Jing Lei must be in the limelight. Don't worry, I'll go and ask him right away."

As he spoke, Mr. Wang ran out again, but came back before returning to the office, "Old Qian, tell the machine factory that they should have a share of this credit."
Chapter completed!