On a hill in Jiangzhou Town, Enping, hundreds of soldiers are busy. Behind them, a large square antenna is erected on a flat-roofed house. Under this large antenna
In the flat-roofed house, more than 20 soldiers in military uniforms were busy. A young captain was accompanying several middle-aged men in robes to check and adjust several TV sets.
's display.
A second lieutenant ran in and said loudly: "Sir, Commander Liu of the Engineer Battalion ordered me to inform you that the radar antenna has been installed. Can we start debugging it?"
The young captain nodded, looked at the middle-aged men in casual clothes next to him with a questioning look, and asked: "Professor Huang, Professor Shangguan, do you think we can start debugging now?"
An old man about fifty years old with a goatee looked at each other and several professors around him, then nodded and said: "The installation work is now complete and preliminary debugging can be carried out. I agree."
"Well, I agree. If this radar station is completed one day earlier, our air force will have a pair of clairvoyance one day earlier!"
"Yes, Enping just doesn't have the help of radar stations these days, so the Japanese army frequently invades Enping's airspace and conducts bombings, resulting in dozens of civilian casualties. It's really abominable."
Seeing that the professors around him agreed to start debugging and testing the machine, the captain nodded and said to a staff sergeant beside him: "Sergeant Zheng, start turning on the power."
"Yes!" The sergeant ran to the door, grabbed a knife next to it and closed it with force. He only heard a dull buzzing sound, and the lights in the room began to turn on, making the whole room bright.
"Turn on the antenna power."
Soon, there was a slight tremor and a low buzzing sound on the roof. Then a voice containing joy came from outside the house, "Reporting to the commander, the antenna power is turned on and the antenna is starting to operate!"
"good!"
The captain and several professors looked at each other, and a hint of joy flashed in their eyes. The normal operation of the radar antenna was a good start. Next, the radar signal and several monitors would be detected.
When the monitor was powered on, several monitors in the room began to flash black and white colors. Such monitors may seem so crude and primitive to future generations. But to people of this era, they are already
The most advanced thing.
"This is so advanced!" Professor Huang with a goatee couldn't help but admire as he looked at the flashing cursor on the monitor.
Professor Shangguan also nodded frequently: "Yes, I can be sure that this is indeed the most advanced thing in the world at present, but what makes me curious is where Commander Su got these things from."
The young captain smiled and said: "This is beyond my knowledge. My task is to cooperate with your experts to install these radars and use them to protect the sky of our motherland."
"Yes, with this thing, the Japanese planes can no longer hide. We Enping have suffered a lot of losses these days because of the lack of this thing."
While they were talking, an operator suddenly shouted: "Report, the screen shows that there are more than fifty abnormal targets flying towards Enping from a distance of two hundred kilometers in the northeast."
"What?"
Everyone couldn't help being shocked. They quickly gathered around, and the captain quickly said: "Hurry up and call Lingbei Airport to inform them of this situation."
"yes!"
The radar soldier quickly grabbed the black phone nearby...
Lingbei Airport
At this time, at Lingbei Airport, Feng Xiaoming and Liu Gang were conducting a simulated flight in a two-plane formation on the lawn. Each of them held an exquisitely crafted P47 aircraft model in their hands, with Feng Xiaoming as the lead aircraft and Liu Gang as the wingman.
They are sitting and cooperating with various tactics.
After the two were facing each other for a while, they stopped and sat on the grass to rest. Feng Xiaoming said to Liu Gang: "Gangzi, have you remembered all the tactical moves just now?"
Liu Gang nodded and said: "I have remembered it all. Don't tell me, the scissor-crossing tactical maneuver invented by Commander Su is really good. As long as we cooperate like this, we will always have a plane to protect us, and the Japanese will never be able to bite us again."
Our tail is gone."
"Yes!" Feng Xiaoming nodded, "But although the scissors-cross tactic is good, I think this tactic is just a last resort. After all, in this way, the Japanese are restrained by us, but
We ourselves are also limited by ourselves and cannot take advantage of the characteristics of our big milk bottles, which are strong, strong, fast dive speed, and fierce firepower. So, I still think that we can take advantage of our high altitude and swoop down from the high altitude to fight a dozen
The tactic of just leaving can best bring out the characteristics of our aircraft, so when we encounter the Japanese in the future, we can do this and this..."
As Feng Xiaoming spoke, Liu Gang nodded repeatedly.
Just as the two were discussing happily, a rapid siren sounded over the airport. Feng Xiaoming and Liu Gang looked at each other. They jumped up at the same time and ran desperately towards the airport runway where the fighter jets were parked.
"Pop!"
When they just sat down, two green flares were raised on the runway, and the leading fighter plane immediately began to taxi forward.
What Feng Xiaoming didn't expect was that this flight was led by the team leader Liang Tiancheng himself. His Zero-10 took the lead in taking to the blue sky, followed closely by the Zero-0 of Zhang Jia, the leader of the third squadron.
Fighter No.13.
Fighter planes took off one after another. Thirty fighter planes completed their formation at an altitude of six thousand meters and flew towards Enping.
In the command tower, division commander Zheng Shaoyu silently watched the fighter planes disappear into the horizon. An adjutant beside him said: "Division commander, according to the report from the Enping ground radar station, the number of fighter planes in the sky above Enping has increased to nearly eighty. But the three of us
The regiment’s 1st and 2nd squadrons are receiving new aircraft models, and there is no way to take off to meet the enemy yet. I’m afraid it’s a bit overwhelming to rely solely on the 30 fighter planes of the 3rd squadron!”
Zheng Shaoyu was silent for a while and then said: "Where are the first and second regiments? Have you notified them?"
"We have been notified, but the airport of the 1st and 2nd Regiments is a bit far away from Enping. I'm afraid it will take another 20 minutes to arrive."
"Twenty minutes, the battle is over in twenty minutes!"
Zheng Shaoyu cursed with some annoyance, and after a long time he looked at the sky and murmured: "They are all the best young men!"
The east wind swept away the clouds, revealing the lush green earth.
When Liang Tiancheng led the Third Squadron to the sky above Enping, he found that more than 3,000 meters below them, more than 20 Japanese carrier-based bombers were roaring towards the ground, and black bombs were flying towards them.
They began to throw downwards, and there were more than twenty fighter planes circling near them to cover them.
As soon as Liang Tiancheng and his fighters appeared, the Japanese army's twenty-odd Type 96 carrier-based aircraft hovering at an altitude of 8,000 meters immediately spotted them and pounced down fiercely.
The formation of the Third Squadron was broken up by the Japanese aircraft that suddenly swooped down. The lead aircraft and the wingman could not find each other, and the situation was a bit chaotic. Moreover, more than twenty Type 96 carrier-based aircraft below also began to pounce on them.
But Liang Tiancheng and the others were not afraid. With their fierce fighting spirit, they began to fight on their own.
Ten fighter planes were fighting together, chasing, fighting, and fighting in the air. The downed fighter plane continued to fall, and bursts of fire burst out from time to time in the sky. Air combat was a battle between the pilot's technology and flying skills.
In the four kinds of survival, either I will kill you, or you will shoot me down. Suddenly, a smell of blood floated in the air.
In the cabin, Feng Xiaoming pulled the control stick, and the Thunderbolt fighter he was sitting on climbed to an altitude of three thousand meters. Stabilizing the aircraft, he began to circle in the air and lower its altitude, searching for opportunities in the melee.
Suddenly, he discovered that two thousand meters ahead, a Japanese Type 87 heavy bomber had just flown under him. Feng Xiaoming pushed the control stick, and the sitting Thunder fighter dived like a sharp arrow off the string.
, while he dived, he controlled the fighter plane, and the cross center of the sight just caught the rear body of the Japanese plane.
Feng Xiaoming pressed the firing button fiercely, and the thunder fighter's fat fuselage suddenly shook, an orange-red flame emerged, a long string of armor-piercing incendiary bombs spurted out, and the rear of the Type 87 suddenly burst out
There was a spark, and the tail part of the aircraft suddenly broke. The bomber lost control, dragging a long black smoke, and plummeted towards the ground below.
"Da da da da..."
Feng Xiaoming, who shot down the bomber, didn't have time to be happy. A long string of bullets whizzed past Feng Xiaoming. He quickly turned his head. He didn't know it, but he was shocked to see that there was a long string of bullets following behind his fuselage.
machine.
"Fuck, I haven't provoked you too much, bro, why are you all here for me!"
Feng Xiaoming thought about it, he couldn't cope with so many fighter planes even with his head and six arms. If he continued to climb, he probably couldn't outrun so many Japanese planes. Come on, let's just continue to dive.
So, Feng Xiaoming, who had no choice but to continue his dive, followed the falling Type 87 bomber downwards. When the Japanese plane hit the ground and emitted a large plume of black smoke, he pushed the right rudder and tilted the stick right at the same time.
The aircraft turned sideways in a small arc, retracted the stick and pushed the throttle at the same time. The Thunderbolt fighter jet rushed upward at a 70-degree angle, taking the opportunity to throw away the enemy aircraft behind it.
When he reached an altitude of three thousand meters, he did not forget to take aim at a Type 96 fighter plane.
Opening fire, a string of bullets flew over and happened to hit the 50 kilogram bomb mounted under the belly of the fighter plane. The bomb exploded immediately. The huge blast of air knocked both Feng Xiaoming and his fighter plane aside.
The shrapnel rubbed his head and pierced the Thunderbolt's fuselage.