The sound of an airplane in flight was very distinctive.
How distinctive?
It was like a tangible layer of sound waves roaring toward them from afar.
At first, the sound wasn't actually harsh, much less violent. It was like something trembling faintly beside their ears, so faint that they couldn't even tell it was the sound of an airplane flying.
As the plane drew closer and closer, the sound that initially hadn't seemed to affect them began to reveal its power.
The sound changed from something intangible into something tangible. It pressed down on everyone's heart, weighing on their chests until even breathing became difficult!
Then the sound of destruction filled heaven and earth like a giant tidal wave. Before it, human beings were so insignificant! "The sound of bombers!" Ryan knew this sound very well. In Maliro, he had experienced a bombing at close range. It had been this very sound that brought destruction.
It was nighttime, which puzzled him. He didn't know much about how the air force conducted its operations, but he knew that the most important thing about nighttime bombing was finding the target before bombing it.
Apart from the searchlights constantly sweeping across the mudflats at the very front of the defensive line, preventing anyone from approaching under cover of darkness, there wasn't much light beyond the line. It was pitch-black.
Setting up camp and lighting it under the enemy's guns was practically admitting that you'd been lucky not to die during the day and were now looking for a way to die.
If there was no way to lock onto the enemy's position in the darkness, how could the bombers find their targets?
Ryan was bewildered. He didn't understand it very well, but instinctively felt that something was strange.
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