During the retreat, the current battle situation passed through Zhang Sixing's mind like watching a movie.
Although he took off for reconnaissance last time, he saw enemy troops attacking the pontoon position.
The size should be only a little more than one brigade. As for the other brigade Zhang Sixing could not find in the air, at least he used a telescope to look for it while floating in the air. There was no trace of that brigade within dozens of kilometers.
The 101st Division is a division composed of active division reserve forces. Although there have been heavy casualties on the Songhu battlefield, the 101st Division now has nine infantry brigades, tens of thousands of troops.
So if there is only one tour group, is there an opportunity to take advantage of it?
Looking up at the sun that had turned westward in the sky, and looking at his men still wearing Japanese uniforms, Zhang Sixing regretted not just killing all the Jing'an Army soldiers who "wanted to go home."
but……
After he was completely out of sight of the Jing'an Army soldiers, Zhang Sixing arranged several groups of snipers to observe the enemy's movements, and simply started a "picnic" with his men using captured supplies from the Japanese heavy artillery unit.
Not only was it a picnic, but it was also a grand picnic with smoke everywhere.
Wearing enemy uniforms behind enemy lines, the bolder your actions, the safer you will be, and probably to take care of the health of the heavy artillery soldiers, the supplies provided by the Japanese are very good.
After finishing the meal, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy planes had not arrived, Zhang Sixing asked his men to drag him to the sky on a motorcycle.
It's not that he likes to show off his delta wings to others, nor does he like to go up and blow the cold wind. If he can control the enemy's actions while operating behind enemy lines, then any method is not too much.
Especially when he really flew up, dropped the traction rope, and began to carefully observe the movements of the Japanese army with a telescope, he immediately discovered that the annihilated heavy artillery unit was at this moment using strong evidence to prove to him the cruelty of the Japanese.
It was obvious that they were soldiers sent from the nearest brigade fighting his pontoon defense line. Their target was the hundreds of Jing'an Army soldiers who had just been left behind and "wanted to go home."
Soon they were shot in rows by the Japanese. While kowtowing to the Japanese and begging for mercy, those who were shot pointed at the direction in which Zhang Sixing and his men initially retreated.
That direction was of course wrong. Zhang Sixing even led the team across the river once, and then took a detour to cross the river again and get ashore again.
Therefore, the Jing'an Army had no effect at all except allowing the Japanese to walk more.
There seemed to be more dust flying farther away. He used a telescope to observe it. He was surprised to see another brigade, probably more than 6,000 troops, approaching.
While Zhengshuang was "peeping" in the sky, suddenly there was a faint sound of an engine:
Damn it, I was looking so hard that I didn't even notice the Japanese plane.
Yes, on the battlefield in this era, apart from airplanes, there are other things that can fly, which will definitely attract the attention of pilots. It would be strange if someone like him peeped in the sky with a broken delta wing without getting beaten.
He turned his head anxiously, but he could hear the sound of the plane's engine but could not see the plane.
Fortunately, fortunately...
"Sir, land quickly, your left... no, there is a Japanese plane on your right..."
Hearing Lu Feizhang's voice on the walkie-talkie, Zhang Sixing shivered. He was playing with a delta wing in the air and encountered an enemy aircraft. Needless to say, it was just an order.
He controlled the delta wing to rotate to the right, and sure enough, a biplane came into view.
It was a seaplane. The Japanese deployed several seaplane carriers on the Songhu battlefield. They mainly performed reconnaissance missions and could also carry out horizontal bombing when necessary.
At this moment, the pilot of the fighter plane had not seen the delta wing, so the person behind him planned to take out a camera to take a picture.
As long as weapons and equipment are used on the battlefield, they will definitely be known to the enemy. If they are excellent weapons, they will even be copied by the enemy. This is inevitable.
However, Zhang Sixing did not want the Japanese to know the secret of the delta wing so quickly, and he did not want the Japanese to know that the delta wing could not only conduct reconnaissance but also drop small bombs from the sky.
After thinking for a moment, he shouted loudly in Japanese to the Japanese reconnaissance plane that was circling him,
"Are you Japanese fighter planes?"
In fact, in the air, especially when flying an airplane at this time, it is almost impossible to shout in the air. Even if you want to communicate, most of the time you can only make gestures or something.
The Japanese battlefield circle around the delta wing was getting smaller and smaller. As they turned around, Zhang Sixing signaled his walkie-talkie to them and gestured with the channel number with his hand.
Finally, the two sides were able to talk via radio. The Japanese pilot asked curiously,
"Who are you? What kind of weird thing is that behind you? It can actually fly. It's hard to imagine that such a simple thing can fly into the sky."
The delta wing was something that only people started to play with in the past thirty years. Now, even the Japanese pilots have no idea what this thing can do.
Zhang Sixing answered in a skilled Tokyo accent,
"I'm Japanese, and I'm a member of the Shanghai Volunteer Team. I saw people playing with this thing over there in Europe, so I brought one back to help the ground troops with reconnaissance and so on."
His answer aroused the interest of the Japanese pilot, who started chatting with him in the sky.
"Oh, you have been to Europe. This is something new in Europe. I have never seen it before..."
"It's really good. Although this thing flies slowly, it's a great way to help ground troops conduct reconnaissance. It's much more convenient than a hot air balloon."
The Japanese on the plane were obviously interested. They slowed down the speed of the plane, slowly approached Zhang's four-row delta wing from the side, and kept taking pictures with their cameras.
Of course Zhang Sixing, who wanted to keep it secret, was not allowed to do this. With them approaching from behind, Zhang Sixing pulled the trigger of the hp90 gun slung on his chest.
Then he controlled the delta wing to approach the seaplane, and the distance between the two sides quickly closed.
This made him feel a little lucky. Fortunately, before World War II, the weight of the aircraft was not so terrible that it would stall at a slightly lower speed.
He looked at Japan with a bright smile, and then he was about to raise his HP90 short assault rifle to give the two people on the seaplane a good blow.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden roar from the walkie-talkie,
"Go quickly, go quickly, get out of here quickly, we found a Chinese reconnaissance plane, we are going to climb."
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Sixing heard only the sound of the plane's engine from above, and the series of "tat-tat-tat" gunshots from the machine guns of the fighter planes attacking each other.
Chinese Air Force?
Curiously, he turned the plane's nose and Zhang Sixing's eyes searched everywhere in the sky.
Sure enough, two fighter planes were fighting fiercely with each other in the sky at this time, and the Chinese fighter plane was spitting out black smoke.
Isn't that right? The dish was set on fire as soon as it collided with the Japanese plane?
After taking a closer look, I saw that it was a Hawker III fighter jet, but the Hawker III fighter might not be able to defeat the Japanese seaplanes.
What the hell, Hawker III can't actually defeat the Japanese seaplane. Isn't this a joke?