Just when the patrol led by Pan Rongbao was surrounded by Japanese troops, six thousand meters above their heads, Lieutenant General Kinoshita Isamu, commander of the Second Flying Division, was sitting in the cockpit of a Type 97 Type 2 armor heavy explosive aircraft.
, looking at the eight P-47 fighter jets surrounding the cup, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Yoshi... I finally caught these damn China planes and ordered Keisuke Kameoka to proceed as planned!"
"Hi!"
"Da da da……"
A string of bullets passed over the head of Pan Rongbao, who was chasing a Zero fighter. Even though he was sitting in a closed cockpit, he could still hear the sound of bullets whizzing by, and he could even feel that the fuselage seemed to tremble.
one time.
He turned around sharply and saw a Type 1 fighter plane nicknamed the Falcon, which was following his tail and firing continuously. Shining tracer bullets kept passing by both sides of the aircraft.
"Damn."
Faced with the threat from behind, Pan Rongbao had to abandon the Zero in front. He stepped on the rudder pedal with his left foot, pulled the joystick into his arms with his right hand, and at the same time pushed the throttle to the bottom with his left hand. Pratt & Whitney R-2800 Type 18
The cylinder turbocharged air-cooled radial engine instantly burst out with powerful thrust. The five-ton fighter plane that was originally diving tilted back from its original dive state under the powerful thrust.
The consequence of this was that the speed of the P-47, which was originally diving at 600 kilometers per hour, suddenly dropped to zero, and the huge overload also imbedded Pan Rongbao in the seat and could not move at all.
That is to say, the physical fitness of pilots is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Otherwise, under such a huge overload situation, ordinary people will either have black vision or their bodies will fall into a coma because they cannot bear the overload.
Even so, Pan Rongbao felt his chest was tight and his eyes were stinging when he sat down with this movement. However, when he saw the unprepared Falcon behind him and never had time to change his movements, and could only helplessly pass by him, it was too late.
Overthinking, he subconsciously pressed the button on the joystick.
"Dong dong dong..."
Eight 12.7-caliber Browning machine guns fired at the same time. With the fuselage shaking violently, more than 300 rounds of bullets were tilted out in less than three seconds, knocking out the aircraft less than a hundred meters away from him.
The Falcon turned into a ball of fire on the spot.
"Team Pan, good fight!" The wingman's cheers rang in his ears, but then the cheers turned into exclamations: "No... I was bitten by the Japanese, and they are shooting at me!"
Pan Rongbao turned around and saw that more than 200 meters above his head, his wingman had been surrounded by four Falcon fighter jets from both wings. They were shooting at him as if they were splashing water. The fuselage and tail were constantly hit by bullets.
Kuai Kuai's tail wing was also knocked off in large part.
"Zhang Hanjie, your plane is on fire... Parachute... Hurry up and parachute!" Pan Rongbao watched anxiously as the fuselage was hit by dozens of bullets in less than ten seconds, and even the tail fin was knocked off and the wingman was falling rapidly.
roared.
Fortunately, when the cold and smoking P-47 fell to 700 to 800 meters above the ground, a white parachute finally bloomed in the sky, which also made Pan Rongbao's heart drop to the ground.
However, the patrol's crisis has not changed because at this moment they are surrounded tightly by at least hundreds of Japanese planes.
Facing the Japanese planes surrounding them from all directions, Pan Rongbao turned on the transmitter: "Brothers, I have sent out the telegram for help. I just don't know when the reinforcements will arrive, but I can assure you that as long as I
I will definitely fight to the end with you all as long as I have one breath left.
But no matter what happens, I hope you will not forget one thing, that is, from the beginning of the war to now, we have never had a pilot in China surrender, so I hope you can keep this in mind!"
"Captain Pan... don't worry, I will never forget you no matter what."
"Haha... Captain Pan, you should worry about yourself first, there are already several Japanese planes heading towards you!"
With only seven P-47s left, they seemed particularly lonely among hundreds of Japanese planes, but none of them were afraid. Instead, they rushed towards the Japanese planes without fear.
This was an air battle with the largest disparity in the number of fighter planes between the two sides since the establishment of the Taiwan Air Force. Pan Rongbao, captain of the Second Squadron of the Second Brigade of the Taiwan Air Force, was surrounded by a large number of Japanese aircraft when he led eight P-47s on a routine patrol.
As the old saying goes, the people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies.
Although the Liantai Militia's possession of radar is top secret, the Japanese are not fools. After suffering several losses in a row, they also realized that the Liantai Militia may have a radar that can provide long-distance early warning, although they don't know why even Japan doesn't have one.
Things will appear in China, but this does not prevent them from formulating a careful trap for this purpose.
After several trials, the Japanese gradually estimated the maximum distance at which the Liantai militia group could provide early warning.
Originally, even if the Japanese army understood this, they would not have the energy to engage in a decisive battle with the Liantai Flying Corps during the sweep. However, when Okamura Neji heard the news that a main force of the Eighth Route Army was gathering towards Liantai County, he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.
Sex, immediately called the base camp and requested the base camp to second the Kwantung Army's Second Flying Division (from April 1942, the Japanese base camp changed the flying group into a flying division) to the Kwantung to deal with the Liantai Flying Corps, the current Chinese force.
The largest air force.
After some intense discussions and arguments, the base camp finally agreed to Okamura Neji's request, and that's how today's ambush took place.
In order to show the importance of this ambush battle, Lieutenant General Kinoshita Isamu, commander of the Second Flying Division, even personally led the team. The purpose was very simple. He wanted to kill the majesty of the Rendai Flying Corps.
"Yoshi..."
Isamu Kinoshita nodded with satisfaction. This plan was formulated by him personally. For this purpose, he mobilized nearly half of the strength of the Second Flying Division. Now it seems that this plan is very successful. This patrol is doomed today.
He spoke into the microphone: "Colonel Ueoka, the Chinese people have fallen into a trap. I will give you another twenty minutes. You must seize the time to annihilate all this patrol to avoid causing trouble."
"Hi... Got it!"
"Dong dong dong..."
"Da da da da..."
The sky was full of flying bullets, and planes were constantly falling down with black smoke.
Although the Japanese planes had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, the patrol team led by Pan Rongbao fought desperately. The pilots, with the determination to get a piece of your flesh even if they died, fought desperately while surrounded by the Japanese planes.
Although five P-47s were shot down in just over twenty minutes, the Japanese army was not without losses. Under the desperate counterattack of the patrol, the Japanese also lost sixteen fighter planes.