The Japanese fighter planes rushed toward the bomber group from multiple directions, like dozens of sharp knives, rushing toward the bombers of the Rendai Flying Corps with murderous intent.
The distance between the two sides was quickly closing. All the Japanese pilots, including Mukayama and Saburo, the captain of the 21st Flying Group, involuntarily held the control stick tightly with their hands, especially the machine gun firing button under the index finger.
Now this little button has become something that saves one's life and makes the opponent die.
"Amaterasu bless you!"
Still about 400 meters away from the bomber group, Mukayama and Saburo saw the bombers' top turrets, tail turrets and porthole turrets beginning to flash dazzling flames.
Almost at the same time, the entire sky was filled with dense traces of tracer bullets. When they approached a distance of about 300 meters, Mukayama and Saburo in the lead aircraft quickly rolled to the right and dived with a bunch of control sticks.
Other fighter jets can also carry out similar attacks from other directions at the same time, some dive from high altitudes, and some dive from the horizontal direction.
"I've been shot! I've been shot!,"
Before the pilot in the headset finished speaking, a Zero fighter jet that cut into the bomber group turned into a red fireball in the air amid intensive crossfire and plummeted toward the ground. The pilot did not even have time to parachute.
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At this time, an escort group consisting of nearly a hundred P47 Thunderbolt and F6F Hellcat fighter jets surrounding the bomber group also pounced on the Japanese aircraft from various directions.
A rain of orange-red tracer bullets and armor-piercing incendiary bombs formed an airtight net of death. Japanese aircraft were like moths fluttering into the flames and turned into fragments after touching this net of fire.
At this time, the machine gunners and crew members sitting in the bomber were almost stunned at the scene in front of them. The Japanese fighter jets were like ballet dancers on the stage, evading maneuvers in the dense trajectory.
But no matter how they maneuvered, under the firepower of the escort aircraft group and the bomber group forming a dense formation, the originally dense Japanese aircraft fell down one by one.
But despite this, not a single Japanese plane chose to retreat or escape. They kept charging with the courage of a moth flying into a flame. Some of the Japanese planes that were shot even drove the flaming fighter planes towards the group of bombers, forcing them to
Many bombers had to start taking cover.
Faced with this crazy behavior of the Japanese planes, the originally airtight bombing formation finally began to become evacuated.
Once the bombing formation became loose, it meant that the opponent had an opportunity to take advantage of it. Soon a B25 bomber with a bullet in the wing and smoke rising began to leave the formation.
"You are the one!"
Mukayama and Saburo, who had been hiding nearby like a poisonous snake for a long time, did not hesitate at all. After a dive, they pressed the shooting button. The two 7.7mm machine guns on the wings and a 20mm cannon at the nose were less than two meters away.
From a distance of 100 meters, armor-piercing bombs were driven into the body of the B25 bomber one after another. It was not until the moment of impact that Mukayama and Saburo pulled up the joystick and almost pressed against the aircraft and started to descend with black smoke.
Downed bomber flies by.
Mukayama and Saburo ignored the falling bomber. Instead, they climbed to a certain height and shouted loudly, "Attention, everyone, attack the leading bomber!"
The reason why he issued this order is because in the bomber group, the first one is the pilot plane, and all the bombers follow him to drop bombs, and the most important thing is that the pilot plane is often the most skilled and experienced pilot in the group.
Responsible for.
Unfortunately, the leading bomber now was the plane flown by Doolittle.
Seeing two Japanese aircraft rushing towards him like arrows, Doolittle in the cockpit kept the plane as far away from the fleet behind him as possible while shouting to the internal communication channel: "Paul...
For God's sake, don't let that damn plane come near us!"
"I'm trying my best, sir!"
At this time, Paul was holding a 12.7mm Browning aviation machine gun in the tail of the plane and firing desperately at the Zero fighter jets rushing towards him.
The dense rain of bullets kept chasing the Zero, but the Zero fighter was like a nimble little fish, rolling and jumping constantly, causing all the bullets fired at him to pass by it.
Seeing the Zero rushing towards him, Paul could even see the ferocious and crazy look in the Japanese pilot's eyes.
"It's over!"
Paul closed his eyes in despair. The distance between the two sides was now less than 100 meters. At this distance, the Zero fighter pilot could hit him even with his eyes closed.
Just as Paul closed his eyes and waited for death, a blue figure passed by, and then the Zero that was about to fire suddenly turned into a ball of fire in the sky.
"God, thank you, you saved us!" Looking at the Hellcat fighter jet passing by, Paul's eyes were so excited that his eyes were red.
But soon Doolittle's roaring voice sounded in his headset: "Paul, you idiot, if there is a next time, I will definitely stuff you into the ammunition bin and throw you as a bomb!"
"Sir, they're here again!"
As soon as Doolittle finished speaking, a Zero suddenly swooped down from a high altitude. Three dense rains of bullets were fired from the upper left towards the bomber driven by Doolittle. Several 20mm anti-aircraft shells hit the bomber's
The wing, the wing instantly burst into smoke.
This Zero was piloted by Kazuzaburo Mukayama. He knew how to escape immediately if he missed a hit. After scanning a bunch of bullets, he immediately pulled up the nose of the aircraft and tried to climb up again.
But this time, his luck seemed to have run out. The two P47s that had been watching him for a long time rushed straight down from a high altitude, and a rain of sixteen bullets instantly enveloped the Zero he was driving.
Doolittle, who was sitting in the cockpit, could clearly see that the skin of the Zero fighter, which was only more than a hundred meters away from him, lifted off piece by piece and started to catch fire. The entire aircraft was almost surrounded by dense machine guns.
In heavy rain.
Mukayama and Saburo didn't even have time to scream. The Zero he was driving exploded in the air. The entire plane turned into countless fragments and scattered from the high school.
The encounter between the two fleets was so sudden, and the air battle was so short.
Mukayama and Saburo commanded the 128 remaining fighter planes in Shanxi to launch a final attack on the incoming bomber group of the Liantai Flying Corps.
After the battle lasted for more than 20 minutes, all Japanese aircraft groups including Mukayama and Saburo were wiped out.
Finally, when the last Japanese plane was shot down, Doolittle looked at the bomber groups and escort groups that had reorganized into formations, and sighed with mixed feelings.
At this time, the sky was clear, with only a few white clouds floating peacefully. The wind had already blown away the gunpowder smoke. If it weren't for the occasional black smoke rising from the ground, it would be hard to imagine that this place would be here in just a few days.