When groups of Tang Army Butcher fighter jets swooped down from higher in the sky, Dahua's pilots finally realized the gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.
Before, they could barely survive for a while relying on their numbers, but now they found that the number of enemies had completely exceeded their expectations.
Although before departure, they all felt that the Tang Army would definitely deploy heavy troops in the southern oil fields to defend against the raids of the Dahua Air Force.
But they really never thought that they could see more than 50 Butcher fighter jets here.
In fact, they were still wrong, because this time, a total of 70 Butcher fighter jets joined the battle. They were divided into two batches and entered the battle circle from two different directions on the left and right.
When the first batch of 50 Butcher fighter jets that came to intercept began to dive and attack, the entire Dahua aircraft formation began to get into chaos.
The Dahua pilots who had lost their will to fight were all looking and waiting... They wanted to find a reason to return immediately.
Because there was no radio communication equipment, they could not hear the commanders' orders in time. They did not know whether they should cancel the mission or fly to the target they were destined to miss.
"Damn it, did you see the return signal? Look to the left! Look to the pilot of the bomber on the left!" In the chaos, the pilot controlling the plane turned back and asked the gunner behind him.
The machine gunner looked to his left with a blank expression, trying to find the pilot who could convey the order, but he only saw a pilot on a bomber looking further away.
It is no longer an easy task to convey messages to each other using gestures and shouting in the sky where there are no enemies.
What's more, there are enemy planes flying rampantly in the sky. Where can anyone accurately deliver the message? Everyone is fighting desperately, and their eyes are obviously too busy.
"I didn't see anything! There are too many planes over there!" the machine gunner turned around and shouted loudly to the pilot in front of him.
While he was shouting, a Butcher fighter jet with a bright yellow nose painted above the bomber in the distance roared past, scaring everyone involuntarily to shrink their necks.
At an altitude of 4,000 meters, Tang Jun's fighter jets can reach speeds of more than 500 kilometers per hour by diving. This speed is too fast for the Dahua pilots. Before they can react, they are torn apart by the shells fired by the Butcher fighter jets.
Broken.
In the small cockpit of the Butcher fighter jet, the young pilot held down the control stick with both hands. He shuttled through the gaps between enemy planes, and the scenes on both sides were rapidly retreating.
He had just gotten rid of a Dahua fighter jet that was trying to follow him, and now he had enough time to find his target.
In the sight in front of him, on a Dahua bomber, the horrified expression of the Dahua pilot could be clearly seen.
The distance was quickly closing, he pulled the trigger, and a row of tracer bullets rushed towards the bomber in a straight line, and then crashed into the nose of the plane, shattering everything there.
The Dahua machine gunner who was controlling the machine gun on the nose of the aircraft was blown away by the shell. The fragile nose disintegrated and collapsed in the sight of the Butcher fighter. The entire bomber lost control and fell headlong, dragging a long trail of black smoke.
Toward the ground.
Gently turning the joystick to his right hand, the Butcher fighter jet he controlled easily avoided the incoming bullets and passed by an oncoming Dahua 1 fighter jet.
There are fifteen white aircraft silhouettes painted on the tail of his Butcher fighter, which means that he has shot down a total of 15 enemy planes before, proving that at such a young age, he is actually a genuine ace pilot.
The Tang State's requirements for ace pilots are actually very high. Only those who shoot down 10 enemy planes are qualified to be called aces. Only those who shoot down more than 100 enemy planes are qualified to be called super aces.
Many people are working hard to become a super ace, and the same is true for young Wang Hai. He is only 19 years old, but he has been flying fighter jets for more than two years.
Previously in the central region, he had shot down 15 enemy planes by relying on the air combat theory he had summarized, and became a star in their army. Then he was selected and transferred to the southern oil fields to intercept the Dahua Air Force.
Today, he is preparing to increase his record to more than 20, because he knows that after today, it will be difficult for the Dahua Empire's air force to have the courage to dispatch such a large-scale attack.
This is an opportunity, a rare opportunity!
After a roll to widen the distance from the enemy plane, Wang Hai contacted his wingman: "I'm going to climb and regain my altitude! Watch my back. If an enemy plane bites me, notify me as soon as possible."
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"Understood!" The wingman's voice soon came from the earphones. Another Butcher fighter jet with a distinctive identification color on its nose followed closely behind Wang Hai. The two planes flew past Dahua one after another.
The edge of the air force formation quickly climbed towards an altitude of 5,000 meters.
Two Dahua 1 fighter jets followed up. Although their speed was not fast, they still rushed up with the tail of the Butcher fighter in their hands.
After all, they are also the most elite pilots in the Dahua Empire, and they control fighter jets with good performance. They still want to prove themselves in this melee.
"We are being followed!" the wingman pilot flying behind reminded Wang Hai flying in front: "The bite is very serious!"
"I'll turn! Cover you! Pay attention to safety!" Wang Hai began to turn his plane and made a big circle in the sky.
He increased the output of the aircraft's engine, and the roar of the engine was pleasant and surging. Along with the disturbance of the airflow, the fuselage of the Butcher fighter began to vibrate slightly.
The sky and the earth in the distance seemed to have changed their positions. Wang Hai's nose made a large circle and finally pointed to the sky again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Two! I saw their positions! They are still following you! Pay attention to your position!" Although he is young, this young pilot from the hometown of Zheng Guo
He was quite experienced. Wang Hai quickly entered the battlefield while instructing his wingmen to continue luring the enemy.
"I've taken aim! They can't run away!" Instead of biting the tail of the enemy plane, the young Wang Hai adopted a more efficient and skillful flank attack.
This requires him to accurately calculate the advance amount of firing, but it does allow him to gain more opportunities to fire.
The next second, he pulled the trigger, and the 20mm cannon on the wing fired briefly. Several tracer bullets drew a straight line and rushed towards the Dahua fighter jet flying at the rear.
The light of the tracer bullet pierced the fuselage of the enemy plane, and then the engine of the Dahua 1 fighter began to emit thick smoke. During the climb, the entire aircraft suddenly shattered and turned into a
An explosion of flames.
This is Wang Hai's tactic. He is used to attacking the enemy aircraft at the rear first. In this way, the enemy aircraft flying in front do not know the situation and will not react in any way.
Sure enough, the approaching Dahua fighter jet, which had no idea that there was danger from its side, was still biting Wang Hai's wingman and kept climbing.
Wang Hai was not in a hurry, and used his speed advantage to adjust his course, and continued to aim his nose at the target in the distance that he was still unaware of.
"Steady... hold on..." he whispered, controlling his emotions. Just when he was about to pass by the opponent, he pulled the trigger and fired a row of shells. He was reading a book.
He saw with his own eyes that his shells left a row of bullet holes in the enemy plane's fuselage, and then his plane overran the enemy plane, leaving the enemy plane behind him.
The bullet hole extended from the enemy plane's nose engine compartment to the rear, penetrating the cockpit and also penetrating the wing root of the aircraft.
The opponent's cockpit cover was shattered by the shell, and Wang Hai even saw the opponent's pilot's blood splattered on the broken cockpit glass.
"I've shot him down! I've shot him down!" After confirming that the Dahua 1 fighter jet began to disintegrate and fall, Wang Hai reminded his wingmen loudly on the radio.
"Confirmed! You shot him down!" The wingman flew half a circle sideways, saw the wreckage of the fallen enemy plane with its wings beginning to break, and said, "Congratulations, the third one today!"
"It's not enough! We have to shoot down at least 10 more!" Wang Hai grinned. He wanted to have the downed marks painted all over the tail of his plane.
"Then you have to fight back quickly! Otherwise, the people in Group 2 will kill all those bombers." The wingman pilot was still in the mood to joke.
"That's right! You should shoot down three today! Then you will be an ace pilot!" Wang Hai climbed up in his plane and watched the altimeter point to the number 4,700 meters.
"Sounds great!" The wingman pilot was also very interested in this topic: "But it seems that some people are unwilling to let us go back..."
Not far away, he saw a five-machine formation coming toward them. It was the enemy's formation pattern. It was obvious that they were being targeted again.
"Ha! Then kill them quickly!" Wang Hai continued to climb, and through the cabin glass, he also saw the enemies who were looking for trouble: "Cover me, escape with one blow, and hit the two on the left first! Tear them apart.
Shatter their formation!"
"No problem! I'll follow you!" The wingman's voice reached Wang Hai's ears.
"Level after 5,000 meters! Increase the speed!" Wang Hai glanced at the altimeter and confirmed the position of the enemy plane again.
"5000 meters!" The wingman confirmed the altitude. The two Butcher fighter jets were very flexible at this altitude. One behind the other, one high and one low, they rushed towards the oncoming enemy at extremely fast speeds.
And those Dahua fighter jets also roared towards the two Tang Army aircraft in front.
