Seeing Zhang Jiaqi's victory, the morale of the Chinese pilots was high, and they gritted their teeth and chased the Japanese bombers in the sky. Most searched on Baidu)
Feng Xiaoming, who was originally just a spectator at the end, also forgot about his identity as a soy saucer, and drove the Wildcat under his seat to stagger towards a Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft in front. But he flew towards a Japanese aircraft.
Next to him, he saw a flash of fire from the tail of the Japanese aircraft in front of him. He quickly pulled the control stick without having time to think. As soon as the nose of the aircraft was raised, he saw a string of machine guns passing by his plane.
He quickly pushed the throttle, increased the throttle to the maximum, retracted the flaps, and soon the fighter plane had risen to an altitude of more than 2,500 meters, finally out of the range of the Japanese aircraft's firepower.
Feng Xiaoming, who didn't eat the meat but almost made him angry, wiped the cold sweat from his head and said, "Fuck, you kid is so cruel."
Just now, Feng Xiaoming saw Zhang Jia's attack movements smooth and smooth, as if in one go. He killed a Japanese aircraft in three strikes, five strikes and two strikes. He originally thought it was nothing more than this, but when he went up in person, the young eagle was able to
Understand that even a delay of just one second in an air combat is enough to kill someone.
When Feng Xiaoming looked down, he discovered that at a height of more than a thousand meters below, Zhang Jia began to lead six Wildcats to launch a round of attacks on the remaining three Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft. But at this time,
The Japanese planes were also going crazy, with three heavy-explosive planes and a total of fifteen heavy machine guns firing desperately at the surroundings. The shining missiles continued to cut through the sky, blocking all attack channels.
The two Type 92 fighter jets next to them were also frantically surrounding the heavy bomber, driving Zhang Jia and the others away, and even made moves to collide with the plane. The Japanese fighter jet assumed a desperate posture, and suddenly
Shi Zhang Jia and the others actually had no good way to deal with them. They could only fly up and down around the three Japanese planes to find blind spots for their firepower.
Seeing such a scene, Feng Xiaoming felt a little hot on his face. His comrades were working hard at the lower levels, but he was watching the excitement from above. If this spread, he would not be able to stay in the Air Force in the future.
"***, if a man dies or a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years! I will fight with them today! I can't watch the fun like this, even if I die, I will bite off a piece of the devil's flesh!"
Feng Xiaoming gritted his teeth and pushed the joystick all the way to the left. Pushing forward again, the sitting war eagle roared and swooped down. When he rushed to an altitude of about 1,300 meters, he pushed the joystick tightly to the left.
After pulling back, the war eagle under the seat actually drew an elegant arc in the air and rushed towards a Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft.
Feng Xiaoming's movement was done in one go, and it looked natural. Both the angle and the speed were impeccable, and Zhang Jia and the others, who were looking for weaknesses on the Japanese plane, were stunned.
"Hey, what kind of medicine did this kid take? Why did he suddenly wake up!"
Not to mention the stunned Zhang Jia, Feng Xiaoming seemed to have forgotten everything at this time. All he could see was the Japanese heavy bomber in front of him. He pushed the joystick forward. He glanced at the instrument with his peripheral vision, and with the help of
The force of this dive actually reached a high speed of 510 kilometers.
Although he was still just a rookie, but with the words and deeds of instructors like Zhang Jia these days, he understood that with this speed, after completing the head-on attack, he would still have enough speed to make a sharp turn with a small radius and launch another attack.
"Just do it!"
As a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, he continued to rush forward, 800 meters, 700 meters, 600 meters, took aim and fired!
Six fire snakes spurted out from his wing, and a series of 12.7 mm bullets penetrated the fuselage of the Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft in front. Most of the bullets hit the back of the cab, and from the side
Flying sideways, you can clearly see a large amount of debris flying out from there, and it seems to be on fire.
At this time, the Japanese aircraft in the center also completely fell into madness. The machine guns on their flanks and backs fired at Feng Xiaoming crazily. The distance was too close. Although the Japanese aircraft's 7.7 mm caliber machine gun was not very powerful, Feng Xiaoming did not
He dared to use his own fighter plane to test the sturdiness of the fighter plane. He quickly pushed the lever to the right, and then pulled it back. The fierce battle with Dongrang's fighter plane continued to decline. He finally managed to get behind the Japanese plane, but found that his speed was unexpectedly
Because it was too low, the plane was continuously losing altitude.
"Feng Xiaoming, you bastard, you won't fight for such a good opportunity. I'll see if I don't want to mess with you when I get back!"
Zhang Jia, who saw all this, was so angry that he cursed loudly. If he had such a good opportunity and didn't beat the crap out of that Japanese plane, his surname would not be Zhang!
Feng Xiaoming heard Zhang Jia's scolding from the headset. He was so depressed that he had no time to feel depressed. He repeatedly pulled the lever slightly, raised the nose of the plane too high, and carefully swung it left and right to avoid the firepower of the Japanese aircraft.
During the entanglement, Feng Xiaoming's airspeeder slowly came up, and the aircraft gradually stabilized. Feng Xiaoming worked hard to control the aircraft, trying to aim at the enemy aircraft. Suddenly, the fuselage shook, and a spark was wiped out from the engine cover of the nose.
"No, I'm hit!" This was the first thought that came to Feng Xiaoming's mind.
Looking forward again, Feng Xiaoming saw that there were a few more holes in the cover of his nose, but the engine was fine.
Feng Xiaoming, who was so angry that he was furious, yelled: "You bastard, I'm done with you!"
As soon as Feng Xiaoming became angry, he did not care about saving money. While the nose of the plane was bumping up and down, he fired a series of short bursts at the approximate position of the enemy plane. When he raised the nose of the plane for the fifth time, he saw the Japanese plane's
Thick smoke was already coming out of the left wing engine. Well, it hit.
The Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft in the aircraft began to dive, trying to use the wind to extinguish the fire. Unfortunately, Feng Xiaoming also used the nose of the aircraft to fall into the dive, steadily put it into the aiming aperture, and once again aimed at the unlucky aircraft.
The Japanese plane fired a long string of bullets, and then exploded and caught fire. The plane fell to the ground dragging thick smoke.
In the turbulent airflow, Feng Xiaoming, who had dived too much, rushed to a low altitude of 100 meters, and finally increased his speed to 350 kilometers, and then turned to a slow climb.
At this time, Zhang Jia's roar came from his headset again: "Feng Xiaoming, you idiot, you have to work so hard to fight a bomber. It really embarrasses the face of our third regiment. If you hadn't shot down
For the sake of an enemy plane, I will make you look good when I get back!"
Feng Xiaoming smiled while listening to Zhang Jia's scolding. He could hear that Zhang Jia's scolding contained such deep concern and a sense of happiness that could not be concealed.
At this time, the rain stopped, and a few rays of sunshine came through the gaps in the clouds.
Under the siege of four Wildcats, the two Type 92 fighter jets that were originally frantic and desperate were finally transformed from mad dogs into dead dogs. When they were beaten and exploded in the air, this fighter jet that originally planned to take advantage of the bad weather came to make a sneak attack.
The fate of the Japanese fleet was already doomed.
The last two remaining Type 97 heavy bombers turned around and fled towards the east, but Zhang Jia and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, would let them go. Zhang Jia led these seven wild cats like hungry wolves.
They continued to attack them.
Traces of light kept flashing in the air as if they were free. Soon, a Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft began to smoke. I saw it struggling to keep up with its companions in front, but also trying to avoid the attack.
Damn it, it actually made a vertical upward movement in an attempt to avoid the attack from behind.
Unexpectedly, a Wildcat rushed up from behind. He suddenly began to accelerate and jump, then lowered the nose of the aircraft and sent a long string of bombs into the belly of the Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft.
As the missile hit the magazine in the belly of the Japanese plane, the plane immediately exploded and turned into pieces in the air.
As the Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft exploded in the air, the last remaining Type 97 heavy explosive aircraft followed in the footsteps of its predecessor and turned into pieces in the air.
The battle is over, six to zero.
This was a brilliant victory. Under the guidance of radar, Zhang Jia and the others shot down all six incoming Japanese aircraft with the excellent performance of their fighter planes and their advance intelligence.
When Feng Xiaoming returned to the airport, he was warmly welcomed by the flight students who had been waiting by the runway for a long time after hearing the news. They worked together to lift Feng Xiaoming who had just jumped out of the plane, and threw him high into the air to celebrate his success.
Among their batch of trainees, the first partner to shoot down an enemy plane appeared. According to the practice of the Air Force, this also marked that Feng Xiaoming finally broke away from his rookie status and could draw a yellow three-pointed star on his favorite aircraft.
Although this yellow three-pointed star is a bit of a fluke, the record is the record, and this solid military exploits cannot be faked. With this record, he has the qualifications to be on an equal footing with those veteran pilots.
Just when Feng Xiaoming was being thrown into confusion by his companions, the cheers around him slowly weakened, and he was soon let down.
Feng Xiaoming, who was put down, endured the dizziness and tried to stand firm. Then he saw a vicious face at the first sight.
When he saw this familiar and fierce face, the owner of this face, Zhang Jia, scolded him.
"***, if it weren't for the fact that you shot down an enemy plane, I would have let you know how powerful the killing stick is today! Don't think that shooting down an enemy plane because of bad luck is a big deal.
I’m telling you, you are still far from a real pilot! From today on, you will be my wingman. With me watching you, you kid, don’t even think about being lazy!”
"Yes, sir!"
Feng Xiaoming suppressed the excitement in his heart and saluted Zhang Jia with a standard military salute.
Because this also means that starting from today, he also has the qualification to fly a plane alone, and he has become the first official pilot among this batch of student pilots!