Chapter 032 The Lone Eagle Over Jinling
Just after beating a Japanese bomber to pieces, the Hawker III fighter jet's fuselage was suddenly hit by a row of machine gun bullets!
Damn it! The Japanese have six Type 95 fighter jets.
These six fighter jets were forming a wild goose formation and surrounding the Hawker III fighter jets.
Wu Haohan, an instructor from the Central Aviation School who was sitting in the cabin, suddenly pulled the control stick and climbed into the clouds while circling to avoid the hail of bullets.
One of the most taboo things in aerial combat is to expose your back to your opponent.
Once the opponent occupies the six o'clock position, it means that one's own fighters have fallen into a passive combat state.
If the pilot is not excellent in air combat skills, it is generally difficult to escape the lock of the opponent's gunfire.
But Wu Haohan is an experienced pilot with 21 years of experience in flying airplanes. When faced with this situation, he did not show any panic on his face.
I saw him rushing into the clouds calmly and occupying a favorable height.
In an air battle, whoever occupies the altitude will gain a condescending advantage. This air combat theory is similar to the Army's terrain advantage.
The Japs' lead plane suddenly couldn't find the Hawker III fighter, so he ordered the other five wingmen to spread out and look for Wu Haohan's plane.
Wu Haohan, who was flying in the clouds and keeping a close eye on the Japanese aircraft, discovered that there was not much fuel in the tank.
Wu Haohan had been in the air for 30 minutes, so it was reasonable for him to be on the verge of running out of fuel.
At this moment, a Japanese fighter jet appeared at Wu Haohan's 14 o'clock direction.
Now it is too late to escape the pursuit of Japanese planes, so it is better to fight a few more Japanese planes.
Since there is no way to retreat, it is better to charge forward bravely. Wu Haohan will die on the road of charging.
Wu Haohan increased the throttle, controlled the joystick and bit towards the lone Japanese fighter jet.
The mistake of the Japs of Kashima Squadron was to spread out their fighter jets, which allowed Wu Haohan to catch an opening.
Da da da da da da!
Wu Haohan piloted a Hawker III fighter jet while diving and shooting wildly.
The Type 95 fighter jet was immediately beaten into a sieve, the gasoline in the cabin leaked, and dark black gasoline sprayed directly into the face of the Japanese pilot.
Phew! A row of aerial bombs fired by Wu Haohan ignited the gasoline.
The thick woolen coat of the Japanese pilot was ignited, and for a moment, the fierce fire burned the Japanese pilot and screamed.
Seeing a fighter jet burst into flames and exploding, Captain Kashima hurriedly sent out a radio signal, and all fighter jets immediately surrounded Wu Haohan's aircraft.
Something bad happened! Five Type 95 fighter jets appeared at Wu Haohan's direction at 11 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock and 1 o'clock.
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
Five Japanese fighter jets fired at Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter jet almost at the same time!
Damn it! This is so unfair!
One against five, this is it!
But there is no fairness in war, not to mention that the opponent is the vicious Japanese invading army.
Faced with the siege of five fighter jets, Wu Haohan did not panic and piloted the Hawker III to perform a textbook Hartmann roll.
This is a classic defensive move.
When the enemy plane bites your six o'clock position, and when you are ready to take action, use your superior negative g capability to suddenly push the stick while pedaling the rudder.
Seeing Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter jets jumping towards an altitude of 1,200 meters, the five Japanese fighter jets also made a sharp downward turn.
The Japanese fighter jet suddenly slowed down due to the need to turn, but Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter gained a certain speed and increased the distance from the Japanese fighter jet.
Seeing that he had escaped the Japs' pursuit, Wu Haohan ascended to the sky like an egret, and once again hid in the clouds and flew.
But at this moment, Wu Haohan's fuel tank was already under the warning line. According to his experience, he probably couldn't even guarantee the amount of fuel to return to the military academy airport.
There are only about a hundred bullets left.
Da da da da da da!
Two Japanese fighter jets attacked from the tail direction again!
At the same time, a Japanese fighter jet also emerged from the 12 o'clock direction.
To advance is to die, and to retreat is also death!
It's better to fight with the little devil.
Wu Haohan increased the throttle and rushed straight towards the Japanese fighter jet directly ahead.
Da da da da da da!
Da da da da da da!
While the Japanese pilot pressed the weapon switch, Wu Haohan also opened fire at the Japanese fighter jet, directly using up the last hundred rounds of ammunition.
Perhaps it was the manifestation of China's ancestors. There were only a few bullet holes in Wu Haohan's wings, and the Hawker III fighter jet could basically still fly normally.
The Japanese fighter jet that had a head-on confrontation with Wu Haohan's Sky Knight was not only hit by bullets, but also received hundreds of bullets from the two fighter jets behind it.
Seeing the Japanese fighter jet crashing from the sky after passing by its fuselage, Wu Haohan continued to select another Japanese fighter jet as the target for attack.
Currently, Wu Haohan's fuel tank can only last five minutes.
But Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter jet couldn't just crash. He also wanted to make a fortune from the Japanese.
This time, what appeared directly in front of Wu Haohan was the Japs' lead plane, and the pilot in the lead plane was Squadron Leader Kashima.
Seeing Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter jet heading straight towards him, Squadron Leader Kashima was shocked and suddenly climbed 180 degrees.
Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter almost hit the plane of Squadron Leader Kashima, missing by just 30 centimeters.
Wu Haohan's last bit of fuel had been used up, and the fuselage began to smoke, which was caused by the two Japanese fighter jets behind it.
The Hawk Type III glided tremblingly towards the front of the Yuhuatai position, and Wu Haohan was getting closer and closer to the ground.
If I don’t skydive, I will kiss the motherland.
The instruments in the cabin constantly indicate the flying altitude of the Hawker III fighter jet.
1000 meters, 900 meters, 800 meters.
Wu Haohan, who had already opened the hatch cover, jumped suddenly and accurately opened the parachute at a position of 500 meters.
Seeing that the only fighter of the China Army had been shot down, Captain Kashima did not continue to shoot out of respect for Wu Haohan, but ordered the remaining fighters to return.
Squadron Leader Kashima was different from other Japanese soldiers. He had received an education from the German Air Force Aviation School, and he admired the gentlemanly spirit of German pilots very much.
Wu Haohan is a rare opponent. His air combat skills impress Captain Kashima, and his bloody fighting style makes him admire him deeply.
In Captain Kashima's worldview, war can be civilized. If it is not necessary, why kill everyone?
However, Captain Kashima was afraid that he would be scolded by his superiors when he returned home.
Because in the superior psychology, being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself.
But Squadron Leader Kashima, who was deeply influenced by the Luftwaffe culture, didn't care about this.
Seeing Wu Haohan landing at a position about 1,500 meters away from the first reserve regiment, Xiong, the elder of the first battalion, said anxiously: "Regiment leader, our pilot fell on the Japanese side over there! What should we do?"
Putting away the telescope in front of his eyes, Liang Shanhao shouted at the top of his voice: "What should we do? Go rescue us immediately! This is our Air Force brother, we must save him even if we die! Third Battalion Commander, Third Battalion Commander
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The third battalion commander immediately ran to Liang Shanhao: "Yes! What are the instructions from the regiment!"
Liang Shanhao said: "Remove one platoon from your third battalion, leave two mg34 general machine guns in the other regiment, and bring the remaining eight machine guns to me. I will personally lead the team to rescue the pilot."
The third battalion commander showed anxiety on his face: "Regiment leader, should you reconsider it? I see that the location where the pilot landed is 1,500 meters away from the position where we prepared the first regiment! That is the middle of the battlefield, and the Japanese will probably send troops as well.
In the past, this trip was probably a disaster. Why should we sacrifice the lives of an entire platoon for one pilot?"
After pondering for a while, Liang Shanhao cursed: "Damn it, you're worried! Didn't you see these eight mg34 general machine guns in my hand, and these 12 MP40 submachine guns? Just the Japanese guy, what do you have?
It's so scary! If the third battalion commander is worried about his own life, just stay in the position for me! I saved this pilot!"
As the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes. Wu Haohan has a spirit of sword-fighting. When he was attacked by a group of Japanese aircraft, he did not just run away, but showed the bloody spirit of a Chinese soldier.
Even if he dies, he must let the little devil shed a piece of his flesh before he dies.
This kind of bloody spirit deeply moved Liang Shanhao. Soldiers should be like Wu Haohan, who must draw their swords when encountering an enemy, fight to the death and fight to the end.
It is about 1,500 meters away from the Yuhuatai position.
The Japs in the Sixth Division did not have gentleman soldiers like Kashima. A group of Japs with shining bayonets were already close to a distance of 300 meters.
Seeing the Japanese search troops rushing toward him, Wu Haohan, who was hanging on a tree, quickly took out his sword and cut the ropes one by one.
Before he could stand up, the Japanese's crooked machine gun had already fired a series of bullets at Wu Haohan.
Chapter completed!