The eight Magic P40s swooping down from a higher altitude roared down, and the flaming red bullet chains pierced the sky like the god of death wielding a scythe. The face of Suzuki Masao who looked up in the open cockpit shone like a dead man's face.
Generally ugly.
Each modified P40 has four machine guns, two 12.7mm and two 7.62mm. Although there are not many aircraft, they fired 32 ammunition chains with all their strength.
Coupled with the advantage of occupying high altitude and a distance of 800 meters, 32 bomb chains swept away a bloody storm in the eleven Japanese aircraft formation.
In an instant, dozens of large holes appeared on the backs of the three Japanese planes. The two pilots lowered their heads without saying a word. Sitting in the open cockpit, they were directly hit by several machine gun bullets and killed.
The plane that lost control used a run-up and diving method, tilted its nose downwards for several hundred meters, and then plunged downwards with absolute determination, diving towards the ground at an angle of 70 degrees.
People on the ground, whether they were Chinese or Japanese, could only watch helplessly as the Japanese aircraft with its tail painted with a bright red sun roared and charged towards the earth. Faced with this, the instantaneous speed reached 140 per second and even had gravity due to stalling.
No one can do anything about the faster "bomb" that accelerates to help. Even if you want to escape, you don't know where to escape to a safer place.
"Boom, boom" were two violent explosions that frightened everyone thousands of meters away from the plane and couldn't help but feel the cold sweat on their foreheads. They were glad that they were not the unlucky guy.
Fortunately, the planes did not crash into the battlefield. One hit a mountain not far away, and the other fell into the woods not far from the position.
Langtuanzao, who had rolled the future general in his arms and hid in a hidden trench several times, was also wiping cold sweat. The plane exploded only seventy meters away from the frontline headquarters. The temporary headquarters built with logs was
It was shaken a few times. It was just a little bit close. A major general and a colonel were about to be wiped out.
Fortunately, they all say that "good people don't live long and bad people live for thousands of years." Langdanza, whose little heart was frightened, always thought that he was not a good person, especially in the eyes of the Japanese. At this moment, he sincerely hoped,
All the little devils should scold me!
The future general glanced at the "cowardly" Liu Tuanzuo with "disgusting", and easily dusted off the dust on his military uniform. For him who has experienced thousands of miles of strategic shifts and hundreds of battles, this is a small thing.
CASS.
But he knows that Lang Tuanzuo is afraid of death, but he is even more afraid of his own demise! He is one of the important pillars of the military power of the future Republic, and he must not kick history in the ass and change its direction.
If Suzuki Masao, who was so serious in the sky at this time, could know that there was such a thing on the ground, he might rather have all the five planes he brought out with all his strength fall down, smashing all the Chinese major generals and that devil colonel.
die.
I am afraid that as proud as the Japanese Imperial Eagle, he never thought that one day he would be in such a mess. The last battle at Jiuguan was ambushed by Chinese anti-aircraft artillery and lost 5 aircraft. Even the top commander of the team, Captain Aokino, was killed, along with
Together with his landline phone, he has become the Chinese people's military exploits. Well, at least there is still a way to say that he does not blame our army for being too incompetent, but only blames the Chinese army for being too cunning.
But what about this time? He was actually ambushed by Chinese planes in the sky, where the imperial eagle was unparalleled, twice in a row.
Two unprecedented humiliations.
The previous formation was forcibly broken up by the Chinese, and more than 4 aircraft were lost as soon as they came into contact. The remaining ones who fled in all directions and did not return to the formation were not sure how many of them could escape the disaster. This time it was even worse, two planes were tilted.
He fell to the ground, and fled westward without looking back. Looking at the thick black smoke, Suzuki Masao knew that even if the Chinese were not chasing him, he could fly back more than 100 meters.
At an airport kilometers away, it would almost be like Amaterasu coming down to earth for personal protection, and the chance would be no more than one in a thousand.
The ending of the other two aircraft was even more miserable. The Japanese aircraft, which were famous for their thin skin, were extremely fragile in front of the 12.7mm large-caliber machine gun bullets, like butter meeting a sharp knife.
One aircraft may have been hit by a fuel tank located on the wing. The result of the sudden explosion of the wing was that the aircraft was escaping like a bird with folded wings, spinning randomly in the air for several times, and then falling vertically, like
A blazing fireball fell hundreds of meters without any pilot parachuting. It is estimated that he was either pressed to the seat by the crazy airflow, or he lost all consciousness in the crazy rotation.
Another one was even more straightforward. An armor-piercing incendiary bomb hit the ammunition compartment. In order to support the 40th Infantry Brigade in ground operations, the ammunition compartment was fully loaded with nearly two thousand rounds of machine gun bullets. The explosion of the shells could destroy the tank.
It exploded several meters high, and a large number of bullets exploded, which was enough to blow the fragile aircraft into pieces. As a result, the aircraft disintegrated in the air and scattered into several burning fireballs that fell to the ground.
The only gratifying thing is that the pilot did not have to climb out of the cockpit and jump down. The cockpit was directly thrown into the air after being blown up. The parachute opened automatically, and a white flower bloomed in the sky.
However, the pilot remained motionless, like a hanging puppet. Obviously, he had lost his life in the explosion just now. If Masao Suzuki had time to take a look with a telescope, he could see that the pilot had almost been martyred.
The bullets that exploded were scattered and smashed into sieves.
After a brief period when the two aircraft groups crossed each other, the number of 11 Japanese aircraft became 6, and then the formation of 3 fighter aircraft that Suzuki Masao was familiar with.
Moreover, he was still on the edge of the battlefield and contacted several aircraft that were scattered at low altitude through a wireless communication device. At least 5 aircraft were rushing to join him. In this way, he still had at least 12 fighters that could participate in the battle.
.
In just two battles, the two squadrons lost one squadron. The squadron leader of the 2nd squadron was finished in the first round of fierce battle. The plane that crashed into the mountain belonged to him.
Now, Lieutenant Masao Suzuki is the supreme commander of the two squadrons.
The heavy losses are not the most painful thing for Masao Suzuki. The most painful thing is that he has not yet received a record of destroying a Chinese aircraft. And he has not even missed a shot in order to escape the enemy plane's offensive.
.
"Baga, for the honor of the Imperial Army Aviation, warriors, please sacrifice your lives!" Masao Suzuki, who regrouped all the remaining fighters and drew an arc on the battlefield to prepare to enter the battlefield again, looked in the distance.
The little black dot who came over here issued a death order.
It's not that Masao Suzuki is so brave, that he wants to devote himself to the empire, or that he wants to go play mahjong with Amaterasu, but that he can't escape.
Yes, if we just escape, an air battle with a 12 to 0 loss ratio will put the 38th Aviation Wing and even the North China Expeditionary Force firmly on the pillar of shame.
As the supreme commander of the air supporting the 40th Infantry Brigade this time, Masao Suzuki's best outcome is to commit suicide by breaking his belly to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor. Therefore, everyone can escape, but he cannot escape. Fighting to death in the sky is his last resort.
A good choice. If he can shoot down a few Chinese planes in the next battle, his family may still be able to enjoy the treatment that military relatives deserve.
Without his order as the supreme commander, the other Japanese pilots would not dare to escape even if they wanted to. Military discipline would be enforced if they did, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the battlefield again.
12 vs. 16, although there is a slight difference in quantity, the difference is not too big after all, and it can be fought in a few fights.
Suzuki Masao did not realize that at this time, he not only lost the pride of the former Imperial Eagle of Japan, but also put himself in a weak position, trying to fight for one fight to make money, and fight for two to earn one.
.
Two ambushes by Zhou Dapeng and his comrades reduced the Japanese "Eagle" that had been arrogant over Shanxi for almost a month to a scumbag, both physically and mentally.
Masao Suzuki, who was already frightened, adjusted his angle to meet nearly ten Chinese fighter planes that were about to fly levelly over, while twisting his head and observing the surroundings.
There are 16 Chinese planes in total, but there are definitely no more than ten in front of us. Where are the other half? Where will they come from? What if they come from the six o'clock direction?
What is six o'clock? It means drawing the sky into a circle from top to bottom. The east is 9 o'clock, the west is 3 o'clock, the top is 12 o'clock, and the bottom is 6 o'clock.
And if it is attacked by an enemy plane from the 6 o'clock direction, their machine guns threaten the most vulnerable belly of the plane, which is really fatal.