Chương 578: 537 Artery

As the first rays of dawn touched the airstrip, Tang Army fighter pilots rushed out of their barracks at the sound of command after command.

The ground crew had long been prepared; they had inspected the airplanes before daybreak, aided by the lights of floodlamps.

This time, every FW-190 fighter that took off had two 250-kilogram bombs mounted beneath its fuselage; their mission was to completely paralyze the target they had forgotten the day before.

Soon, the engines of these planes began to roar, propellers spinning rapidly, the leading aircraft already aligning its nose with the runway.

The first FW-190 fighter screamed down the runway and soared into the sky, followed closely by the second and third.

All the planes formed up in the sky and then majestically advanced toward the distant Qi Army defenses.

The Qi Army ground troops, having just woken up, were stunned; they had barely risen from their beds when they saw the scene that had terrorized them the day before.