While Feng Xiaoming was hiding and playing hide-and-seek with a string of Japanese aircraft behind him, at low altitude, two Type 96 carrier-based aircraft were quietly approaching Liang Tiancheng's No. 0010 aircraft.
In the past, Liang Tiancheng was fighting with a Type 96 fighter plane and did not notice what was behind him for a moment. ※※ However, the actions of the two Japanese planes were seen by Feng Xiaoming, and at this time, his wingman Liu Gang finally arrived.
When they reached him, they disrupted the formation of several Japanese planes behind him.
"You stupid little devil, you want to play dirty tricks." He shouted: "Quickly, go rescue the Tuanzuo!" Then he dived down.
"Okay!" Liu Gang's big milk bottle followed him like a shadow.
The two Japanese Type 96 fighter planes did not notice the fighter planes swooping down from high altitude at all, and were still secretly glad that the sneak attack was about to succeed.
"Steady, steady, relax, relax!" Feng Xiaoming said to himself into the microphone while gradually putting the sight on the Japanese aircraft.
Slowly, the two sides got closer and closer, and even the naked eye could see each other's cockpit. Feng Xiaoming yelled, "Fire! Beat the hell out of him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eight Browning machine guns spurted out flames at the same time. The tracer bullets hit the Japanese wingman's fuselage like a whip. A large cloud of debris and thick smoke spurted out almost at the same time. The Japanese aircraft suddenly felt like it was being smoked.
With a whip, the gyro began to stagger and fall to the ground. However, this Japanese aircraft was very tenacious. It gritted its teeth and did not fall. Instead, it flew away in the distance with thick smoke.
Liu Gang was not to be outdone at this time, and pulled the trigger on the Japanese lead plane. Two of the eight fire snakes got into the fuel tank of the Japanese plane at the same time, with 12.7-caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
The power was huge, and only a huge explosion was heard. The Japanese plane exploded in the air on the spot, and a huge flame burst out. It was like a beautiful spark blooming in the air.
"Eaha!"
Liu Gang, who had defeated the Japanese army, was so excited that he almost danced. He cheered loudly through the microphone: "Haha... Sir, I hit, I killed the little devil!"
Feng Xiaoming laughed: "Haha...you kid, okay, I saw it, now continue to work with me!"
"yes!"
Feng Xiaoming continued to climb, and Liu Gang also followed.
The battle is still going on. Liang Tiancheng leads the thirty Thunder P47 electric fighters of the third squadron and the Japanese army's more than sixty Type 96 carrier-based aircraft. They are constantly fighting in the air. Due to the excellent performance and strong strength of the Thunder fighters,
Structure, although their number is half less than that of the Japanese aircraft. However, the Japanese Type 96 carrier-based aircraft is still inferior to the P47 Thunder in terms of firepower and performance.
Therefore, although the Japanese naval aviation pilots are experienced and can repeatedly hit the fighters of the Third Squadron, the pilots of the Third Squadron rely on their thick skin and thick flesh. As long as they are not hit by the fuel tanks, cabins, wings, etc.
They still fought tenaciously against the Japanese planes at the vital parts.
During the fierce battle, no one noticed that there were more than ten Type 87 heavy explosive aircraft trying to escape, but Feng Xiaoming, who was hovering at high altitude, discovered them.
"Hey, I have seized the opportunity. Gangzi, you stay above me and keep a distance of one hundred meters. You can attack again after I leave the attack route. When you hit one hundred meters, leave as soon as possible. Don't be reluctant to fight!
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Before Feng Xiaoming finished speaking, a Wildcat fighter jet rushed to the side of the two enemy planes. This Wildcat's marksmanship was so damn accurate. It hit the fuel tank on the wing of the Japanese lead plane with one burst of fire. In an instant, it brought
The left wing of the Japanese lead plane of the team broke off with the fierce fire. The Japanese lead plane, which had lost half of its wing, made two somersaults in the air and fell down by the gravity of the earth. The Wildcat fighter followed closely.
He made a beautiful small radius turn and reached the right rear side of the Japanese wingman.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed. It was the light reflected from the scenery on the face of the Japanese machine gunner in the tail. Sure enough, the black muzzle also secretly emerged.
"Zero zero one zero! Oh no, it's Commander Liang!" The moment he saw the Wildcat, Feng Xiaoming recognized the owner of the plane. Among the fighters dispatched today, only Liang Tiancheng was still stubbornly flying.
He was wearing a Wildcat fighter jet and did not replace it with a Thunderbolt fighter jet sent by the Logistics Equipment Department.
Feng Xiaoming moved forward, lowered the nose of the plane, and dived toward the wingman at an angle of nearly 70 degrees. The nearly vertical dive accelerated the fighter plane under him to 500 kilometers in a short time. With the huge inertia,
The distance between the enemy and ourselves was quickly shortened to only 2,200 meters. If we get closer to 1,400 meters, we can open fire! If we are at a distance of 800 meters, with the help of the eight-twelve o'clock on the Thunderbolt fighter
The power of the seven-millimeter heavy machine gun is enough to tear the fragile Type 87 heavy explosive machine into pieces.
In just one thousand four hundred meters, in just two seconds, tragedy still happened.
Feng Xiaoming watched helplessly as the Type 87 heavy-explosion aircraft suddenly swung its nose, and the machine gun at the tail fired a string of evil bullets, hitting the nose of the Wildcat fighter hard, and the engine of Liang Tiancheng's plane was hit.
Suddenly, a puff of black smoke began to come out of the nose of the plane.
Liang Tiancheng was injured, and his flight jacket was stained with blood. He endured the pain and controlled the fighter plane to return.
"Damn it, it's just this 1,400 meters short of it!" Feng Xiaoming flew over and didn't let go of his finger pressing the gun button. The bullets like splashing water kept tearing at the fuselage of the Type 87 heavy explosive machine.
Big holes were opened one after another, and smoke and fire broke out. But Feng Xiaoming had no intention of getting angry at all, and continued to shoot, from 800 meters to 60 meters, until the enemy's plane flew into the sky.
The battle lasted for more than 20 minutes. It was a very fierce battle. When the fighters of the 1st and 2nd Flying Regiments arrived, the battle was over. The 3rd Squadron shot down 30 Japanese planes, including bombers.
He lost 16 of his many planes, the regiment leader Liang Tiancheng was injured, and seven pilots were killed.
"Asshole! Asshole!"
In the tower of Lingbei Airport, Zheng Shaoyu, who was so angry that his eyes were burning, started to curse loudly as he saw the scarred fighter planes struggling to park on the runway and some pilots being carried out of the cabin.
A staff officer said with a worried look: "Sir, it will take about a week for the No. 1 and No. 2 Squadrons to get familiar with the new aircraft. The No. 3 Squadron has suffered such heavy losses this time, and the defense in the northeast will be suddenly freed up.
If Japanese planes come again, Lingbei Airport will not have the power to stop them."
Zheng Shaoyu looked a little heavy and nodded: "Now we only have to mobilize one squadron from each of the 1st and 2nd Flying Regiments. The pressure from the northwest and southwest is relatively weak, so mobilizing a squadron from each should have little impact."
The staff officer nodded and said, "That's all."
Now the 1st Air Division has three combat flight regiments, which are equivalent to three flight groups. Each group has three combat squadrons. Each combat squadron has thirty fighters. In total, it has a total of 270 fighters. It seems to be a strong force.
, but Zheng Shaoyu always felt that the troops were still not enough.
The main defense targets of the 1st Flying Regiment located in the northwest are the Japanese troops in the direction of Hunan and Wuhan. The main defense targets of the 2nd Flying Regiment in the southwest are the Japanese troops in the direction of Zhanjiang and Haikou. The 3rd Flying Regiment is to defend the Jiangmen and Guangzhou areas.
The Japanese army had the heaviest and most important mission. Therefore, the loss of so many aircraft and pilots by the Third Squadron this time really made Zheng Shaoyu feel distressed. In order not to delay the air defense force in the southeast, Zheng Shaoyu had to transfer from the First and Second Regiments.
The power to fill the vacancies in the three regiments.
Just when Zheng Shaoyu was feeling distressed, in the conference room of the Japanese Third Fleet Kaga adrift at sea, the commander of the Third Fleet, Lieutenant General Nomura Koshisaburo, was also furious.
"Baga Yalu, a bunch of idiots, more than 80 fighter planes surrounded more than 30 Chinese fighter planes, and they actually shot down 32 of them, while the other side only lost less than 20. Are you aerial samurai?
A bunch of trash?"
Flying Wing Captain Yoshichi Hoji stood in front of him with his head lowered and remained silent. Anyone familiar with Nomura Yoshizaburo knows that when he gets angry, the more you defend him, the more angry he will become. The best way is to wait for him.
After you finish scolding, you continue to speak. This is the best effect.
Nomura Kichizaburo became more and more angry as he talked. He was ordered to lead the Third Fleet here to cooperate with the army in attacking Enping. Originally, according to his idea, he didn't need to pay so much attention to it and just used a few heavy cruisers to approach Enping's port.
, they used the large-caliber naval guns on the ship to blast Enping's port to pieces without hesitation. However, they encountered opposition from some staff officers, citing the tragedy of the troop transports and destroyers in the past few days.
He explained the dangers of doing so. If it was too close to Enping Port, another surprise attack by the Chinese Air Force would pose a great threat to the Third Fleet.
It’s okay to say that the fighter planes were lost, but if the aircraft carrier was injured, Nomura Koshisaburo would probably have to go home and eat himself. Under the persuasion of his staff, Nomura Koshisaburo changed his attention and sent carrier-based aircraft to Enpei first.
Carry out bombings, lure Chinese fighter planes to come to rescue, and then take the opportunity to ambush them.
But what Nomura Kichizaburo didn't expect was that he guessed the beginning, but not the ending. Although the plan went smoothly, and Chinese fighter jets came for reinforcements, the results were not as good as he imagined. Although the opponent only came
Thirty fighter planes, but they fought hard with the nearly 60 fighter planes he sent. In the end, he lost more than 20 planes including bombers. Although China also suffered some losses, they did not
Just as they expected, they were completely wiped out.
This is what makes Nomura Kichizaburo the most angry. He has never figured out why, as the most elite naval aviation force in the Empire of Japan, he actually suffered a loss when using superior forces to fight the Chinese Air Force. What is going on?