It turned out that depending on oneself was better than relying on others. Hoping for Dahua Type 1 fighter jets that were far away was unrealistic in the face of Tang Army fighters; fighting fiercely to the end was the only chance for survival.
Gunners on the aircraft futilely aimed their crude gun sights at the swift-moving Tang Army Butcher Fighter Jets, the roar of the engines echoing in their ears, even drowning out the sound of their anxious heartbeats.
After emptying a magazine, the gunner anxiously began to reload his gun, and as they struggled to feed bullets into their machine guns, they could only watch helplessly as yet another bomber was split in half in the air.
The wooden fuselage stood no chance against the devastation of the 20mm cannons. Just a brief attack was enough to shatter a massive-looking bomber in the sky.