"Move! Move! Get back!" Ye Jihuan's expression changed as he ran and spoke.
Today was supposed to be a day off, but an abrupt recall meant a conflict had erupted.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Suddenly, the sound of engines filled the sky.
Children lying by the window and watching the jeep looked up in confusion and saw the sky…
It was dense with aircraft!
They even blocked out the sun.
There were at least forty or fifty!
"Planes! Planes, run! It's an air raid!"
Pedestrians screamed loudly, and the whole street immediately descended into chaos, with street vendors dashing away; who cared about their stalls when their lives were in danger?
"Inside, get inside!" Ye Jihuan pulled Zhang Ziqiang toward a nearby air-raid shelter; even he felt a bit panicked…
Where did all these planes come from?
Admiral Alekseyevich Brusilov was equally shocked; why was there no intelligence?
But, as a veteran of many battles, he ordered the anti-air battalion to launch a defense immediately.
