This is much simpler than flying, and it’s no problem to sleep on the road.
Sitting in the cannon-shaped cabin of the delta wing, Li Yinbao stretched his legs comfortably. As he moved, the delta wing also swayed.
In the case of bomber towing, almost no pilot operation is required.
He curiously stretched his head and looked down from the triangle wing, and could see some triangular kites floating in the sky. The gas lamps hanging below should be able to illuminate a space, but when viewed from the sky, they were still just small bright spots.
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That was the ground mark for their night navigation. The kites flying about two hundred meters dangling in the air formed a winding "road" that would guide them to the battlefield.
They were already very close to the battlefield. The straight-line distance between Jurong and Wuxi was only about a hundred kilometers. Therefore, the bombers had to make several extremely rounded circles in the sky to climb higher.
Looking forward from the delta wing, you can see the light bulb on the delta wing in front.
It's really rubbish, it's really a shitty thing. But even such a rubbish thing can carry out silent bombing that airplanes can't do. After thinking about it, that guy's brain is easy to use, and he deserves to be from Germany.
On November 20, a colder day was not far away. I heard on the radio that the Chairman of the Generalissimo had taken the government to Chongqing. Even if he left, Jinling didn't know whether he could hold on.
Three thousand meters in the air, Li Yinbao was thinking wildly:
Huh, it's really a bit cold, but that guy actually knows how to make clothes out of duck down. They are much better than the clothes we wear, and much more durable than the paper jackets that the lady gave out.
Who would have thought that the leather jacket issued to the pilot by the Chairman's wife was like kraft paper and torn after only a few days of wear.
Li Yinbao didn't believe that Mrs. Chiang would do something like that, but no matter what, the leather jacket was not durable, so when flying into the sky on a plane without a closed cockpit, she had to wear something thicker.
While thinking about these things, he subconsciously touched the equipment he was currently wearing.
A semi-rigid combat vest that can hold a lot of things, a hump water bag that can be inserted into the collar at any time and you can get hot tea when you suck it. Next is a colorful military uniform called a camouflage uniform. The innermost autumn coat is not too big outside.
Thick duck down jacket.
Hey, the clothes can only weigh a few kilograms, but the load capacity of this delta wing is so small that it is difficult for him to actually be able to hang 200 kilograms of things. And there is not even a measuring meter, so it can only be "visually measured".
The fuel tank is on the delta wing above the head. It is a box made of unknown material. It actually has a piece of glass stuck on it, so you can see the remaining fuel level.
Such a simple thing actually carried a 200 kilogram bomb. Who would believe it if I told it?
Thinking about the bomb hanging on his delta wing, Li Yinbao felt very happy, but it was a pity that there was no place to talk about this happiness.
As midnight approached, Zhang Sixing on the delta wing received the bomber's communication.
"Sir, this is twenty kilometers away from the target. If we fly further, the enemy may be able to hear us."
"Attention, everyone, break away... We only have one chance to attack, so we are fully focused."
To send a signal to the entire team, the delta wing with the walkie-talkie used the flash of the small light bulb on the wing to transmit the message. At the same time, Zhang Sixing sent a signal to the ground troops on the home defense line below.
The terrible thing is that there is no walkie-talkie on the ground, so Zhang Sixing has no choice but to use a flare gun to shoot downward flares.
God forbid, the flares don't light up our delta wing.
At present, the delta wing has begun to lose altitude. The reason why it flew down from three thousand meters is that such a heavy delta wing is as clumsy as a pregnant woman.
Only height can be exchanged for mobility, and diving can bring extra power.
Fortunately, the soldiers on the ground were quite reliable. From the sky, they could be seen using all possible means to indicate the direction in which the Japanese were gathering.
The shell exploded on the ground, and it looked like just a small flash of light from the sky. The traces of the tracer bullets were not visible at all in the sky. Instead, the light of the bright searchlight indicated an obvious direction, and some targets could be seen from the flares floating randomly in the sky.
Unfortunately, the altitude was still too high, and the first bombing took too much into consideration the advantage of altitude for speed.
No, if there is another bombing, the ground should be notified later.
But in that case, the pilot needs to find the target in a very short time.
As time went by, Zhang Sixing estimated that the height at this moment was about 500 meters. The means of indicating the target on the ground had been exhausted, but unfortunately he still failed to find the target.
Especially the abominable moon, now shrouded in thick clouds, not giving the slightest light:
Damn Chinese gods, are you really considered traitors? If you don't give me anything now, then when will you give it to me?
In the dark sky and on the ground, even if there is moonlight, it is impossible to see the target clearly.
Unfortunately, due to the load capacity of the delta wing, there is no way to carry an additional observer.
Just as Zhang Sixing approached the battlefield with the delta wing that was gliding all the way, his keen eyes finally made a discovery.
Because of the Chinese troops' night movements, the Japanese, who were disturbed, thought they were going to counterattack, so they opened fire.
Of course the artillery must bomb, but more importantly, it must bomb the infantry.
"Bo..."
A flare suddenly lit up dozens of meters in the air, and the flare was launched quite close to the enemy.
The scouts and army soldiers did a great job. They used flares to illuminate the Japanese barracks, artillery teams, tanks, cars, and all targets on the ground were illuminated in an instant.
"You've seen it all, one team bombs artillery, the second team bombs infantry, the third team bombs tanks, the fourth team adds additional attacks. After the attack is completed, follow me and glide..."
Just as the flares were extinguished, the fire net woven by the tracer bombs on the ground became extremely clear.
The reconnaissance team that took the risk of launching flares was discovered by the Japanese, who were concentrating firepower to suppress them and prevent them from leaving. No need to ask, they would definitely entertain them with artillery fire.
However, Zhang Sixing, who was diving, had already perfected this silent air strike plan in his mind.
For the scout team's emergency reconnaissance, the delayed flares are supposed to be fired when they arrive near the target, then...
Just as he was thinking about it, he spread his knees. There was a large piece of glass at the bottom of the cockpit. It was the simplest aiming device. Of course, the bomb he dropped did not need to be aimed very accurately.
Unfortunately, when I looked down from there, it was still dark underneath and I couldn't see anything at all.
It would be nice if the flares were extinguished after a few seconds. If that doesn't work, we can send our snipers. Unfortunately, their training time is too short. I don't know if they can complete such a dangerous task.
It's a pity that the injured veterans from the Songhu battlefield who Zhang Sixing devoted a lot of effort to gather are still recovering from their injuries.
For him and his future plans, now was the time when elite soldiers were most in short supply.
Just when Zhang Sixing was filled with anxiety because of the darkness on the ground, the moon in the sky poked its head out from the clouds and shed a large silver light on the earth.