The six 12.7-caliber machine guns on the wings of the P47 swooping down from high altitude flashed with fire. Hundreds of steel-core armor-piercing bullets and armor-piercing incendiary bombs formed a barrage in front. A Yak-1 fighter plane was volleyed into the air.
It was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground with black smoke.
"Yoha"
The Wei Bing who succeeded in the attack let out an excited scream. This attack was as perfect as a textbook. When countries around the world regard circling combat as a magic weapon for winning air combat, the Chinese Air Force has long followed the original Chahar
The air combat theory of the Air Force is the tactic of "occupying a relative altitude, diving to attack, and quickly disengaging." Although this quick and simple tactic may seem to have little technical content, it is extremely effective, especially when attacking such dense formations.
The advantages are extremely outstanding.
"These shameless and cunning Chinese people"
Yukaf, the commander of the Soviet formation, cursed in a low voice, pulled the joystick to the right, and his Yak fighter rolled to the right nimbly, dodging the rain of bullets fired at him. He leaned on
With his skillful flying skills, he has already avoided two rounds of sudden dive attacks. While dodging, he did not forget to look around to observe the fighting situation around him. In the air, Chinese fighter jets continued to climb in groups of two.
They took up positions and then dived down to attack. The Soviet fighter planes were rushed here and there like a flock of sheep. The flexibility of the Yak fighter planes was not used at all. In the sky, Yak fighter planes were constantly being hit and then burst into flames.
Although at this time, the fighter planes of both sides had reached a low altitude of 800 meters from an altitude of 3,000 meters, the Soviet ground anti-aircraft artillery troops did not dare to fire for fear of hurting their own people, and watched helplessly as the two sides continued to fight in the air.
"Swish swish"
A string of bright bullets streaked past Yukaf's cabin, scaring Yukaf into a cold sweat. These were bullets fired by a Chinese fighter plane that was chasing him.
"Asshole, you're not done yet"
Yukaf, who was angered, swayed from side to side and made various feints to confuse his opponent. Yukaf succeeded. The Chinese fighter plane on the opposite side gradually approached behind him, but the bullets he fired also followed him closely.
, Yukaf seemed to be able to feel the hot bullet flying past the tip of his nose.
The plane following Yukaf was none other than Wei Bing. During the battle just now, he immediately stared at this Soviet fighter plane with two stars painted on its fuselage. This shows that even if this is not the commander of Lao Maozi,
It's their veteran pilot.
"We must knock it down" was Wei Bing's only thought at this time.
But facing the fighter plane in front of him that was shaking violently from side to side, the bullets he fired seemed to hit the air, which made Wei Bing a little anxious. But the more anxious he was, the less he could hit the enemy plane.
At that time, Wei Bing had forgotten what his commander had taught him, "The P47 in our hands is not a fighter designed for hovering combat. Its weight and performance determine that it is a fighting machine designed for diving and strafing.
What you have to do when fighting an enemy plane is to immediately climb up and take up position under the cover of your wingman if you miss a hit, and then dive to attack again."
But at this time, Wei Bing had forgotten the commander's instructions. Naturally, those who forget the commander's instructions would have to pay the price. Just as Wei Bing pushed the throttle and approached the enemy plane in front, suddenly
Discovering that the enemy plane in front suddenly jumped up and then rolled violently, Wei Bing watched helplessly as his opponent passed over his head, while he rushed to the front and the enemy disappeared.
"Suffered"
Wei Bing immediately realized that his situation was very dangerous. In desperation, he immediately made a sideways roll to the left, then suddenly pulled the nose of the plane to climb up and take up position with the advantage of the P47 fighter plane.
But it was already too late. Yukaf, who had already leveled the plane, had already put the opponent's fighter plane in his sight. The fuselage of the Chinese fighter was clearly visible in Yukaf's sight, and he grabbed it
The shooting button was pressed.
"Dong dong dong"
A 20-caliber cannon and two 12.7mm machine guns equipped on the Yak fighter jet simultaneously emitted flashes of light.
Wei Bing only felt a "dong-dong-dang-dang" sound coming into the cabin, and then it became difficult to control his plane. When he looked back, he found that his fuselage had emerged.
There was thick black smoke, the damn tail was cut off, and there seemed to be something wrong with the engine.
Wei Bing tried his best to control the plane and slid into the distance. He knew that what he had to do now was to find a safe place to make an emergency landing. Moreover, the height he was at at this time was not suitable for parachuting. The most important thing was that he must not let himself go.
It fell into the hands of Lao Maozi. He still firmly remembers the first words the instructor said when he first arrived at the aviation school: "There will never be a captured air force in China."
After so many years, from the time when the National Congress Party was in power to the current time when the Baath Party is in power, no matter whether they are fighting the Japanese, the Soviet Union, the British, or the French, there is no record of Chinese pilots being captured. I can never become the first Chinese pilot.
A captured pilot.
"Remember, our Chinese Air Force is the pride of the sky soaring in the blue sky and will never be allowed to be captured. If you see that things are irreversible, then the last bullet is prepared for you."
The instructor's words still echoed in his ears. He, Wei Bing, would never become the first captured Chinese air force. Just like that, the black smoke-belching fighter plane flew into the distance with Wei Bing's efforts.
But Yukaf, who was thinking about replenishing a round of bullets for the damaged Chinese aircraft in front, shot down the opposite fighter plane but did not realize that two Chinese fighter planes were diving down towards him from high altitudes on both sides.
At the moment he was hit, the last thing Yukaf thought in his mind was "I finally defended the dignity of the Soviet Air Force."
"Ula"
"Long live the Air Force"
The Russian guardsmen who were attacking on the ground cheered when they saw Soviet fighter planes being shot down like dumplings one after another, and the momentum of the attack became even more fierce.
"Comrade Stalin and General Siskaya reported that the Chinese have launched an attack on Yekaterina, and now Comrade Sisyat is leading our brave Red Army soldiers to hold on to the position." In the Kremlin,
Marshal Budyonny, who looked haggard, was reporting the latest battle report to Stalin.
"Order Comrade Sisyat to defend Yekaterinburg at all costs and never allow him to retreat even half a step. You ask him to tell all the soldiers there that Yekaterinburg is the last line of defense. Behind it is Moscow. Although Soviet Russia is big, it is not
We have no way out." Stalin's voice was as calm and ruthless as ever.
"Comrade Stalin, we only have less than 200,000 soldiers in Yekaterinburg. Facing the indiscriminate bombardment of Chinese aircraft and artillery and the absolutely superior strength, it will be difficult for them to hold on." Although he did not dare to question Stalin's order, he
Marshal Budyonny still raised his concerns.
A stern look flashed across Stalin's face, "We must defend even if we can't hold it. They not only have 200,000 brave soldiers, they also have 400,000 equally brave people. You should send a telegram to Sisiyat immediately and ask him to quickly
Organize the citizens of Yekaterinburg, and all men over the age of twelve must carry guns to participate in the battle, and all women must come out to dig fortifications and build fortresses. Now we have reached the final moment, and we must not be soft, do you understand?"
"Comrade Stalin, I" Even though Budyonny has lived for more than fifty years, he was shocked when he first heard this order.
"Yes." A sharp look came out from across the table.
"I'll go give the order right away." Faced with those almost emotionless eyes, Budyonny couldn't help but shudder, quickly saluted and walked out of the office.
When he walked out of the office, he seemed to hear a gloomy voice behind him, "I would rather let you get a completely destroyed Yekaterinburg than hand it over to you intact."
Marshal Budyonny, with a hint of chill behind him, quickly sent out the order from Moscow.
"What makes us push all the boys over twelve years old to the front line?" Sisiate, who was overwhelmed by the bad fighting on the front line, was stunned when he received the order and took the telegraph newspaper in his hand.
"This is going to push those children into a pit of fire." After hearing the news, all the staff officers in the headquarters were dumbfounded. I'm afraid these teenagers are not as tall as a rifle. Could they be pushed to the battlefield so cruelly?
"Comrade Sisiat, we can't do this. Doing this will undoubtedly destroy the future of our Russian nation." The chief of staff on the side screamed.
The staff officers nearby also commented: "Yes, our soldiers are not dead yet. Why don't we send our young people to the battlefield? They are the future of our country."
"Okay, don't let this matter spread out yet." Admiral Sisiat's face changed a few times in an instant, "Although the current war is very tense, it has not reached this point yet. Now let's take care of the adults.
Organize to help build fortifications and bunkers, especially be prepared for street fighting in the city, everyone should go to work first."
After General Sisiat finished speaking, he put the telegram in his pocket and walked out of the headquarters with a sullen expression. Looking at General Sisiat's figure, the hearts of the staff were heavy. Of course they knew that they refused to execute the commander-in-chief.
Admiral Sisiate was undoubtedly taking a great risk in doing so.