The camera pans to the other side. American Swift was quite upset. He came to this small town on the edge of the Persian Gulf, dreaming of catching some unique news, but the reality was cruel. He stayed in this desert on the southern coast of the Persian Gulf for more than a month. He didn't get any valuable news. The editor-in-chief in New York had clearly told him that if he didn't get some "violent information", he would terminate the collection operation. This is the material requested by Swift herself. If there are no results, her status in the newspaper, which is not particularly high in the first place, will become even lower. "Those Chinese people, why don't they go massacre or something," Swift often said to her partner, photojournalist Ryan, "Kill a few thousand Arabs, and we can take some horrific photos. By the way, An indignant report, that would be perfect. "Don't let our guides hear this," Lane reminded Swift every time. So Swift was careful to avoid his Arab guide when he said these words. Today, Swift thought she would spend another day doing nothing, but as noon approached, music came from the sky. "Ryan, did you hear it?" Swift suspected that he was hallucinating, so he confirmed to his partner, "There seems to be a sound in the sky." "I heard it. It seemed like a symphony." "You can hear what it is. "Ryan shook his head: "I don't usually listen to symphonies, but I know a little bit about Broadway music." "Damn it, you should listen to some tasteful music." "Then do you know what this music is?" Ryan asked rhetorically. "I don't know, damn it. Maybe it's something written by Lin Youde. Who cares? The point is, what is playing music?" As soon as Swift finished speaking, he heard the commotion of the Arabs outside. He opened the courtyard door, They happened to see their guide running towards the yard where they lived. "What's going on?" Swift asked loudly. The guide stopped and gasped for air. He waited for several seconds before replying out of breath: "The enemy is the enemy, sir." "Is this music played by the Chinese?" "Yes, sir, it's Chinese music." The air attack is coming, sir, and this place is going to be a battlefield." "Great!" Swift said his inner thoughts directly. ¡°Sir?¡± The Arab guide looked at Swift with a strange expression. But the American ignored him and turned to the yard and shouted: "Ryan, bring your damn precious camera! The Chinese are coming to attack! I knew that staying in this pirate den would be rewarding." Swift had already Knowing what the Arabs do when they "go to sea" every day, it is hard to imagine that the Chinese would just sit back and watch this pirate den that often harasses their sea transportation lines. He was squatting here just to wait for the day when the Chinese would take action. Of course, in Swift's report, this town will become an ordinary Arabian seaside town, and the residents of the town will not be pirates armed with automatic rifles and bazookas provided by the United States, but some kind-hearted fishermen. Such a report will definitely cause huge repercussions in the United States, and may even win the Pulitzer Prize. In this way, Swift's position in newspapers will be stable in the future. "Ryan!" He urged his partner loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up! We have to seize a good place where we can get good photos without being affected by China's firepower." "Does such a good place exist? ¡± Ryan seemed skeptical. "Don't worry, why are we staying in this place with hot food and terrible food! And we were already prepared to face the hail of bullets before we came, weren't we?" While Swift was speaking, Ryan finally He ran out of the house with his precious camera, so Swift turned to the guide and said: "We are going to a place where we can clearly see the Chinese attack!" "All such places will become Chinese attacks. Target." The guide shook his head vigorously, "You should hide until our army repels the Chinese attack." "No!" Swift said what he was thinking again, he didn't want the Arabs to repel the Chinese. He wanted the Chinese to break in and massacre people, so that they would be worth reporting. As for his own life, he is not worried. The Chinese will not do anything to the Americans. As long as they are not hit by stray bombs, there will be problems. Swift once worked as a war correspondent in North Africa and saw the German artillery fire. He did not believe that the Chinese artillery fire would be more powerful than the German army. Of course, Swift knew that the Chinese planes, like the Germans, were equipped with napalm bombs and were used by thoseA little bit of the napalm spilled from the river would be worse than death. But Swift knew the Luftwaffe's guidelines for using napalm. As long as he stayed away from various buildings and more obvious surface positions, he could ensure that he would not be burned. War reporters are not soldiers and do not need to actually enter the position. They can find a smaller bunker behind the position and lie down. Planes in the sky will not greet you with bombs. Swift ignored the guide who strongly urged them to hide, but took the lead and ran out of the town with Ryan - it must be very dangerous in the town, and the entire town may become a bomb target for the Air Force. When in North Africa, the German army even used explosives to blow up every building in order to avoid occupying the town, and then used prefabricated parts to build a forward base next to the ruins. The German army's combat principles were basically formulated by Lin Youde, and everyone knows that the Mesopotamian Chinese Republic was actually a country founded by Lin Youde. It can be concluded that the African Army will follow the same set of combat principles. As soon as the two Swifts left the town and found a place to lie down on the beach, the attack started on the other side of the town. Through the roofs of the houses that are not densely packed in the town, you can see the black smoke rising from the ground. The majestic symphony echoed in the sky, complementing the sound of explosions. Soon Swift saw the Chinese fighter plane appearing in his field of vision through the black smoke. The fighter plane was not very fast and it was strafing the ground. Swift could see the smoke and dust from the machine gun shells hitting the walls of the building. The density of the foxes was quite terrifying. "Shoot, Ryan, snap!" Swift pointed at the town and urged her partner, "Shoot more! Take pictures of every move of the Chinese people!" As soon as he finished speaking, another model also entered Swift. From a special perspective, it looks like it is a seaplane, but its shape is slightly bloated and its layout is asymmetrical from left to right. Firearms are obviously installed on the right side of the aircraft, and the brackets used to mount pontoons under the wings are very compact, probably to provide a better shooting range for the firearms, while large ship-shaped pontoons are mounted on the left side of the aircraft. , Swift speculated that the larger float than on the right was installed for counterweight purposes. The seaplane troops also started shooting, and a dense rain of bullets was fired at the small pier in the town, sieving the boats parked on the pier. A ship carrying ammunition exploded, and the loud noise and thick smoke further proved that this was by no means an ordinary fishing village. The attack continued, the sound of gunfire and symphony mixed together, echoing in the sky. More than ten minutes later, the Chinese firepower began to weaken. Correspondingly, the seaplanes hovering near the coast began to land on the sea. Swift later discovered that the boat-shaped pontoon hanging on the left side of the seaplane was actually a boat. Chinese soldiers rode a motor boat separated from the seaplane and drove towards the coast. No wonder the Arabs focused on building defensive fronts on the seashore. They had long known that the Chinese would attack from the sea. The Arabs who had now survived the fierce firepower began to rely on their positions to shoot towards the sea, but as soon as they opened fire they would be immediately attacked by aircraft still in the air. After all, Swift had been a war correspondent, and he realized that the victory was decided. Although the indigenous people here held the weapons provided by the Americans, they were unable to use them effectively. The Chinese ship washed up on the beach, and the Chinese soldiers jumped out of the ship and began to rush towards the town with skillful tactical movements. At this time, Swift saw a group of people pouring out from the south of the town and running towards the desert. Judging from the color and style of the robes, they should be a group of women, and maybe children. A banshee cruising in the air flew towards the group of people. Swift excitedly patted Ryan on the shoulder: "Shoot over there! The scene we want is here!" Before she finished speaking, the banshee turned around and walked away. It seemed that the pilot recognized a group of women who were fleeing. "How could you do this!" Swift rushed out of his hiding place and shouted at the Banshee who was leaving, "How could you do this!" Just after shouting, another Banshee turned around and flew towards Swift. Come on, the American immediately knelt down and raised his hands, and took off his hat to reveal his blond hair. So the Banshee passed over Swift's head without firing. The roar of jet engines and high winds from passing planes tore at Swift's hair. At this time, Swift saw in the distance that the women who were about to flee to the desert began to turn around and run towards the seaside. "They seem to think that surrendering to the Chinese troops is better than escaping into the desert." Ryan said softly, "It's understandable that if I were a woman, I wouldn't like to be veiled and turbaned all day long, with my whole body wrapped tightly. ." "This is not good, this is not good at all. Do we want to write a message that sings praises to the Chinese people? Maybe some feminists will be happy, but the newspaper's big owners won't. "At this moment, a small group of Arabs galloped out of the village on horseback, holding weapons in front of the women who were heading to the beach. They kept waving the automatic rifles in their hands. Even from Swift's position, You can clearly hear him shouting to the women: ¡°What is he talking about? " "I don't understand Arabic any more than you do, partner. " Before he finished speaking, the Arabs on horseback started shooting at the women. "Oh, my God. "Swift muttered softly. And Ryan started snapping pictures continuously. (There will be another update before 12 o'clock today, and the next update will be around three o'clock.)