After dispatching the troublesome sniper hidden on the hillside, Leitao did not stop to rest, instead sprinting toward a relatively flat and open clearing within his field of vision. The smoke of battle had yet to disperse; the city was in shambles under the ravages of the Japanese Army bombers, and the muffled sounds of collapsing buildings echoed through the ruins. Yet, none of this could hinder his pace.
Leitao pushed forward through the wreckage with difficulty, every step requiring him to dodge falling structures and burning debris. The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and charred waste, while the sounds of explosions and screams of people rang constantly in his ears. His face was smeared with dust and sweat, and his clothes were torn in several places, but his gaze remained exceptionally steady. Only one thought filled his mind: reach the clearing as quickly as possible, deploy the fighter jet, and give the Japanese Army a taste of their own medicine.
Finally, Leitao reached the clearing. Without stopping to catch his breath, he immediately drew the F-35B fighter jet—looted from a Japanese mercenary base in the modern era—out of the Bagua Spinning Top Space. The aircraft shimmered with a cold metallic luster under the sun, its streamlined fuselage radiating a powerful sense of intimidation.
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