A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 472 My family, I've finally seen you!

Dust settled, and the soldiers who had taken cover behind the trees cautiously looked up.

"Battalion commander? What do we do! We didn't bring any guns with us."

The battalion commander drew his Mauser pistol from his waist. "You guys step back. If there are too many of them, I'll hold them off. You take your men and go find reinforcements. Don't be afraid, there are villages nearby, and the militia there are no pushovers!"

After regaining his balance, the battalion commander half-squatted up:

"With just one shell, they're probably just a bunch of ragtag soldiers; they won't amount to anything!"

"battalion commander!"

"This is an order!"

The dust has settled.

The battalion commander stood up and peeked out slightly to observe the situation.

"Snapped"

The Mauser C96 landed.

"Damn it! My radar!"

"Damn it! My Optimus Prime!"

Then came a string of curses, the kind that were a bit vulgar.

The soldiers peeked out and saw a dark airplane tail that had landed squarely on the radar vehicle, crushing the key-frame radar mounted on the back of the truck into pieces.

The plane's tall vertical stabilizer was angled and inserted into the cockpit.

“w(?Д?)w”

"No shells? Was that the plane we shot down?"

Silence fell over the scene, broken only by the battalion commander's shouts and curses...

Suddenly, a soldier laughed, patting Ding Xiaobing on the shoulder as he laughed.

"Soldier, you can't leave this unit now!"

"Eh?"

"It's a good thing you were injured, otherwise that lump of stuff would have crushed us into mincemeat! Who are we?! Missile soldiers!"

"Which one of them wasn't cultivated with great effort by the country? You've essentially saved a national asset!"

As he spoke, the soldier puffed out his chest and revealed a smug expression.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The other soldiers also kept showing off.

The soldier felt a surge of gratitude when he saw his usually humble comrade suddenly adopting an arrogant, domineering demeanor. However, he still really wanted to punch them...

"Huh? That's..."

"Brothers, let's not talk about you being state assets anymore. With that thing, I should..." As he spoke, Ding Xiaobing raised his right hand and pointed to a parachute in the sky.

……

That thing, of course, refers to our lucky Major Song.

First, he was bombed by the No. 2 Firecracker, and then he went through the challenge of skydiving. He actually landed safely. Can you say he was unlucky?

However, the fortunate Major Song faced a difficult choice.

At first, seeing the solid ground rushing towards him, Major Song's wildly beating heart calmed down a little. After all, it's always more reassuring to be down-to-earth.

But seeing the ant-like swarm rushing towards his landing spot, he still lost his temper.

The people on the ground were dressed in all sorts of different clothes, clearly not regular soldiers. As a senior pilot who had been closely monitoring the situation, he knew the difference between regular troops and militia.

Especially the people in this region, who were severely bullied when they successfully relocated there. It wouldn't be a blood feud, but there was definitely a deep-seated grudge.

Although he didn't do the specific things, he had no doubt that these people could beat him so badly that he couldn't take care of himself.

Even if he bends down and calls out "Grandpa," it probably won't work.

Run...run...

Major Song pulled the parachute ropes and changed direction.

凸(艹皿艹), the people here are even fiercer, they're either young brats or old men with white hair.

According to the unwritten rules of the martial arts world, never mess with the elderly or children!

The tearful Major Song quickly pulled the parachute lines and changed direction.

"Hey! Military uniforms! Regular army! You're the ones! You're my saviors!"

Looking at the regular soldiers pointing and gesturing at him from the ground, Major Song burst into tears. He didn't even bother to pay attention to the mosquitoes that brushed past him.

"My dear family! I missed you all so much! I'm so happy to see you!"

On the ground, the soldiers who had been holding their battalion commander, who was furious and had even fired two shots into the sky, looked in surprise at Major Song, who was hanging from a tree with his arms outstretched to them.

"Relatives?"

"happy?"

"Uh, altitude sickness, has this guy gone mad?"

"He's so fat. The Bald Eagle's planes are really amazing; they can fly that high!"

Ding Xiaobing, lying under the tree, grinned as he watched the thick leg dangling above his head. The leg swayed, sprinkling water droplets, a few of which landed squarely on his head.

"Hey, you really know how to find a place to land. Water? What's that?"

Ding Xiaobing dipped his finger in the water droplet and carefully smelled it...

Okay, now, the number of people our comrades need to comfort is: 2.

"Don't hold me back, I'm going to kill him! How dare he piss on my head!" Ding Xiaobing, with a strength he didn't know he had, jumped high, dragging his immobile arm.

"Pay me back my radar vehicle!" The battalion commander, his eyes red, held his pistol (with the bullets removed by the soldiers) and pointed it at Major Song, who was still swaying in the tree: "Peak oil... Peak oil..."

Major Song continued, tears streaming down his face: "My dear family, this is so violent, it's not good, it's not good... It's a physiological reaction, I can't control it! You have to blame Bald Eagle's suit, it's not sealing properly..."

As for the villagers who had finally arrived, they saw a strange-looking large truck slowly drive away.

To be honest, this truck was carrying a bunch of junk, had an airplane tail sticking out of its head, and even had several flat tires, but it still drove off with a swagger...

There was a fat guy hanging on the tail of that plane, shouting things like "We're all one family" and begging for mercy, which made this behemoth, full of life, lose some of its iron-blooded aura.

In response, the battalion commander said, "I was already being lenient by not stuffing him under the wheels of a car and dragging him back!"

Why did you hang it up? You even helped cleanse his digestive system!

Major Song: Oh yes, yes, my dear, you're so considerate...