"Communication Soldier!Communication Soldier!"

Yang Zheng turned his head and roared loudly.

The next second, Wang Xun, carrying a walkie-talkie, came to Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng reached out and pointed to a Japanese firepower point in the direction of ten o'clock in front of him, and gritted his teeth: "Call for air support and blow up this heavy machine gun nest for me!"

"Yes!" Wang Xun quickly picked up the microphone.

The difficulty of air-ground coordination lies in communication.

As long as the communication problem is solved, the air-ground coordination will have a foundation.

Before the walkie-talkie appeared, there was almost no communication between the open spaces. The only way was to use flag language to communicate, but flag language was easily disturbed by various factors such as vision, terrain and weather.

Therefore, the synergy between the slogans and the synergy of the slogans can be achieved without any problem.

But it is a fantasy to expect to achieve air-ground coordination through flag language.

But with the walkie-talkie, the situation immediately became different.

As early as when he was the president of Army University, Zhong Yi had already taught students the tactical course of air-ground collaboration.

After the Chinese Expeditionary Force was formed and entered Myanmar, the air-ground coordination was officially put on the agenda, and the walkie-phones needed by each division had already arrived in Myanmar.

It's just that the Air Force fighter jets have not arrived yet, so they are in use.

But now 300 fighter jets from the 1st Flight Brigade of the 1st Aviation Division have arrived in Myanmar, and this batch of step-by-step phones will come in handy immediately.

The walkie-phone that was idle for several months was officially launched.

The 122nd Division's counterattack this time will be so sharp, mainly because there is a coordinated existence of space and space.

"The wild wolf calls the falcon, the wild wolf calls the falcon, please answer when you hear it, please answer when you hear it, and you will be finished."

Wang Xun shouted into the microphone twice, then listened intently, waiting for the Air Force's response.

Air-ground coordination is a new fact. The Japanese army did not even know that there was such an existence as air-ground coordination, so it was naturally even more impossible to have any countermeasures.

Therefore, the communication between the ground and the air is very smooth.

In less than two seconds, the Air Force's response came.

"Falcon received, Falcon received, are there any problems? It's over."

Wang Xun hurriedly said: "Area A, coordinates xxx, yyy, there is a heavy machine gun nest of the Japanese. Please destroy it, repeat, A, Zone A,... finished!"

"The Falcon received it, and immediately arrange for the Kitty to attack, and it's over."

Wang Xun took off his headphones and nodded hard at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, leaned his body in a depression, and began to wait patiently.

After waiting for about half a minute, a P-38 Tomahawk fighter roared over, and with a dive, a rocket was accurately shot into the heavy machine gun fire point in the ten o'clock direction ahead.

With a loud bang, the fire point of the heavy machine gun in front instantly exploded into a ball of flames.

With the intensity of this explosion, you can imagine what the devils there will end up there.

"Hahaha, the little Japanese devils, I didn't expect you to have today!" Yang Zheng jumped up from the depression, laughed three times at first, then waved the Bronning pistol in his hand, and said sternly, "Brothers, rush, follow me, fuck the Japanese devils who died of dying, rush, rush..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zheng had already strode forward.

The next moment, the soldiers of the National Army, who were originally suppressed by the Japanese machine gun fire, stood up one after another, holding Thomson's submachine gun or picking up the Galand rifle, and screaming and charging forward.

Wang Xun also carried the starting phone and followed up quickly.

...

The one who just provided air fire support to the infantry was Zhang Fan's No. 1101.

After ending the air battle with the Japanese Zero Fighter fleet, Zhang Fan quickly returned to Mandalay Airport.

After landing, the technicians immediately evaluated No. 1101 and believed that the injuries on the wings did not affect the flight safety of the fighter at all.

So the ground staff refilled fuel on No. 1101 and filled ammunition.

This time, in addition to filling the ammunition of the half-inch heavy machine gun and 20mm cannon, two sets of 120mm rocket launch nests were also hung on each side of the belly of the machine.

After the rectification was completed, Zhang Fan drove the 1101 back to Mitela.

Just now, Zhang Fan killed a heavy machine gun fire point of the Japanese army with only one rocket.

After the mission was completed, Zhang Fan pulled 1101 again. At this moment, he found another Japanese heavy machine gun fire point from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly emerged from the ground.

The soldiers of the Kuomintang who were charging forward were caught off guard and fell in rows.

The little Japanese likes to do such evil things, which is really hard to guard against.

"Damn it, let's do this again!" An inexplicable cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and then a somersault adjusted the fuselage and then dived down.

With the high-speed dive of the fighter jets, the entire earth rushed from outside the driving force.

In a blink of an eye, No. 1101 was less than 100 meters away from the ground.

At the same time, Zhang Fan had also locked the basin on the ground tightly through the sight.

"Go to die, the goddamn Japanese!" Zhang Fan grinned and gently pressed the rocket launch button.

"Kala!" After a harsh sound, a dazzling tongue of flames ejected from under the belly of the right side of No. 1101, like a sharp arrow, shooting straight towards the castle on the ground.

The next moment, this sharp arrow hit the target accurately.

"Boom..." A huge ball of smoke and dust instantly rose into the air.

"Done, add a glass of champagne!" Zhang Fan waved his fist vigorously.

With the increase in the number of air combat, Zhang Fan's flight skills and combat experience are also increasing rapidly. At the same time, as the gradual accumulation of combat performance, his self-confidence is also increasing significantly.

For a pilot, self-confidence and technology are indispensable.

At this time, a call from the command center suddenly came from the team channel.

"Squad a: area C6, coordinates xxx, yyy, there is a Japanese army's castle, please destroy it, repeat..."

Zhang Fan was the captain of the temporary support team A. After looking at the ground, he found that the area underneath was C6, and what he had just destroyed with a rocket was the coordinates of the castle, which was what the command center said.

Zhang Fan said on the communication channel: "Falcon, Falcon, and Little Hawk No. 1 report, the target has been destroyed, repeat, the target has been destroyed, and it is finished."

"Little Eagle 1, beautifully done."

“Routine operation is not worth mentioning.”

"Be careful and wait for you to return."

"Thank you for your concern, as you wish."

Zhang Fanzheng said, and found another abnormal movement on the ground from the corner of his eyes.

Through the porthole in the cockpit, Zhang Fan clearly saw that a large number of Japanese soldiers suddenly rushed out of the ground, and actually launched a counterattack at the national army with a bright bayonet.

Zhang Fan, who was in the air, could hear the shouts of on-board on-board.

This is the legendary long live charge? Zhang Fan's face suddenly became dark.

Let’s see if it’s your long live charge that is invincible, or if my rockets can kill people more!

The next moment, Zhang Fan pushed the joystick violently and drove No. 1101 to dive down at high speed.
Chapter completed!