Yes, Chinese soldiers never lack the courage to sacrifice.
Whether on the ground or in the sky.
Masao Suzuki, who had been beaten to pieces by Zhou Dapeng's crazy fire but was still staring ferociously at the target a hundred meters away, preparing for the final impact, failed to achieve his dream.
A fighter plane rushed from the slant. When Suzuki Masao and Zhou Dapeng were a hundred meters apart, it rushed over. At a speed much higher than the two planes, like a sharp arrow, Suzuki Masao shot through Suzuki Masao and Zhou Dapeng.
The plane passed below.
So fast that the tens of thousands of soldiers who kept their eyes wide open could hardly see it clearly. The fighter plane was already a hundred meters away. However, Masao Suzuki's plane veered sharply, and Zhou Dapeng's seven-star fighter plane missed it dangerously.
The Japanese plane passed side by side, and the distance between the two planes was never more than three meters. From a distance, it looked like they had collided.
In the cockpit, Zhou Dapeng's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat. It was only 0.3 seconds before he and the fighter plane under his seat said goodbye to this world.
Although we are not afraid of death, no one wants to die, right?
But, what happened to this idiot Chen Buping? Although the time was short, and although Zhou Dapeng did not see clearly who sabotaged the desperate fight of the Japanese pilots, Zhou Dapeng knew that except for Chen Buping, the wingman, there would be no more people on this battlefield.
other people.
At least ten fighter planes obeyed his military orders and did not return at all after shooting down the enemy planes, but flew to the east in formation.
Although he did not collide with the Japanese plane, based on experience, Zhou Dapeng had almost guessed what he used to destroy the balance of the Japanese plane, which would be devastating to any aircraft.
Zhou Dapeng pedaled the tail rudder, lowered the flaps, and drew an arc to the left as quickly as possible. At the same time, he tried to look back. He wanted to know the current situation of this bastard Chen Buping.
However, the plane flew hundreds of meters in an instant, and in a few seconds it was nearly a thousand meters away. How could he clearly see the appearance of Chen Buping's plane? He only knew that Chen Buping's plane was still in the sky and still flying. This was a little disappointing.
He felt a little worried.
Zhou Dapeng could not see clearly, but the tens of thousands of Chinese and Japanese soldiers on the ground could see clearly.
When the three planes criss-crossed in the sky like three straight lines, the nose of the fighter plane whose red sun tail belonged to the Japanese army suddenly fell, and then the whole plane spun and stalled completely, just like a fighter jet that was thrown into the sky.
The toy in the air falls downward.
When they saw the appearance of the fighter plane that suddenly joined the collision and then flew away, most people finally understood why the Japanese plane, which was full of death and wanted to die with the Chinese fighter plane, failed.
The fighter plane no longer had the tail fin painted with the blue sky and white sun flag. Its tail was destroyed when it passed by the belly of the Japanese plane. At such a high speed, the tail fin that was erected high to keep the plane balanced was like a handful.
The extremely sharp scalpel actually cut off the entire nose of the Japanese plane. At the same time, it also deflected the Japanese plane's course, allowing the Chinese fighter plane numbered 001 to escape.
He succeeded. The pilot's courage and superb flying skills silenced thousands of Japanese soldiers.
Under their noses, no, to be precise, looking up at the sky, a Chinese pilot cut off the plane with almost perfect flying skills, using courage and determination that was not inferior to the so-called Bushido, using the tail fin as a knife.
The nose of the hero in their eyes also cut off the zero breakthrough that the dead Masao Suzuki was looking forward to.
At the same time, it also cut off the original firm confidence in Colonel Suzuki Kenji's heart.
If the Chinese can have such courage and determination in battle, can he and the thousands of officers and soldiers under his command really hold on and wait for reinforcements to arrive? Or, in other words, can they really win this national war with China?
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In this battle, in addition to harvesting the tail fin of fighter plane No. 119, 24 Japanese planes had their wings broken off, but there was no result.
However, what was clearly visible to the naked eye was that the Chinese fighter jet, which had flown hundreds of meters and dived downwards with its nose down at high speed, had already lost its tail fin and also lost the glass cover of the cockpit. After performing the scalpel-like precise aerial decapitation a few seconds ago,
, Chinese fighter jets were also seriously damaged.
Can he continue to spread his wings and fly?
"Baga, order all the firepower of the heavy machine gun squadron to shoot in the air and shoot down the Chinese." Suzuki Kenji's red eyes stared at the sky, which was already not very high. His wings were shaking as he shook the shaky Chinese fighter plane, and ordered through gritted teeth.
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As the current supreme commander of the Japanese army, he knew very well that it was precisely because of the emergence of this plane that the morale that had just risen was destroyed again, especially when he saw his own fighter plane that was trying to fight to the death.
When they fell miserably from the sky, the morale of the soldiers on the battlefield was simply faster than the Imperial Eagle falling to the ground.
Only by defeating him might we be able to save our low morale.
"Your Excellency, Colonel, the enemy plane is at least 3,000 meters away..." The squadron leader of the heavy machine gun squadron looked as ugly as if he had eaten a stick after receiving the unreliable order from his superior officer.
The crotch should be filled with melancholy.
It is tragic that the Imperial Japanese Army has no anti-aircraft guns. It uses heavy machine guns to shoot down aircraft thousands of meters away in broad daylight. Colonel, please wake up.
"You bastards, fight even if you can't. The shame created by those bastards in the Air Force will be avenged by our glorious imperial infantry." Colonel Suzuki Kenji was obviously a little over the top because of his anger.
A fire emplacement composed of six heavy machine guns fired in vain into the sky. If there was a high-speed camera, they would find that the bullets drew a beautiful arc and then fell into the mountains. The range of the Type 92 heavy machine gun on the ground was only more than a thousand meters.
The machine gun wanted to hit an aircraft that was 3,000 meters away and at least 700 meters above the ground. Just as the lieutenant and squadron leader kept hearing in his mind, Colonel, you'd better wake up!
When they saw that the Japanese dared to shoot at their damaged aircraft, the death camp responsible for attacking them naturally couldn't bear it. I'm a bitch, even if I don't hit you, how dare you take the initiative to provoke me?
The nearly thirty mortars owned by the death camp almost all turned their muzzles at the same time and fired wildly at the audacious Japanese heavy machine gun positions.
The crazy artillery fire beat up the heavy machine guns hidden in the corners of their own positions, and they fled in panic.
During the fierce battle in the air, the two infantry battalions of the 771st Regiment did not stop advancing. 40 minutes was enough for all of them to arrive.
After urgent consultation between Commander Xu of the 771st Regiment and Zhang Ruhao, the deputy leader of the Independent Regiment, two infantry battalions supported the two infantry companies of the death camp, one on the left and one on the right.
Thousands of Japanese invaders.
At this time, the strength of the independent regiment and the 386th Brigade exceeded the strength of Suzuki Kenji for the first time.
At the same time, Ling Hong, who saw the battle in the sky in the mountains and forests, was also making final mobilization, pointing at Chen Buping's fighter plane that had lost its tail fin: "Brothers, is our Chinese Air Force good?"
"Yes." The roar from the mountain forest shook the sky.
"Well, I order you to drop all your burdens except firearms, ammunition, and water, leave the woods, and advance towards the battlefield at full speed. The regimental commander gave me the order to arrive at the battlefield in one hour and twenty minutes, and now forty minutes have passed.
, please tell me whether our Panshi Camp will be able to reach the battlefield in thirty minutes."
"Can! Can! Can! We can!"
The soldiers of Panshi Camp threw away their backpacks, engineering shovels, water bottles, and all supplies except for combat needs. They rushed out of the jungle with their guns on their shoulders and headed towards the battlefield at least three kilometers away at full speed through the mountains.
Without the water bottle, one kilogram of water in the individual soldier's water bag is enough for the needs during the battle. The weight has been reduced from nearly 20 kilograms to less than 10 kilograms.
The battle on the ground, triggered by Suzuki Kenji's futile military orders, is back in full swing.
But in the sky, the unknown Chinese fighter plane affects the hearts of all Chinese soldiers. Everyone hopes that the brave pilot is safe and sound.
Liu Lang, who was silently staring at the sky with a telescope, suddenly ordered: "Sanchuan'er, ask the communication platoon to connect me to the Volunteer Army communication channel. The band is the 16th number on the fourth page of the confidentiality manual, and vice versa."
"Yes!" Sanchuan'er quickly placed the huge personal communicator on the table of the command headquarters, turned on the switch button, turned around and ran out.
Not long after, the hissing sound in the individual soldier communicator gradually disappeared, and Zhou Dapeng's desperate shouting came.
Fortunately, although the individual soldier communication device developed by Professor Ye is not very effective on the ground battlefield, it can communicate with the unobstructed air and the signal is pretty good.
"Hunter, hunter, how are you doing? Please reply when you receive it."
There was silence on the intercom at first, and then several anxious inquiries rang out.
"Eagle 1, the hunter was shot?"
"Eagle 1, how is Hunter doing?"
Several Chinese fighter planes that were more than ten miles away and had not yet left the battlefield received Zhou Dapeng's message at the same time and asked questions one after another. This also proved that Chen Buping, a young man who had just joined the "Aviation Volunteer Army", had been accepted by them and became one of them.
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Without extraordinary courage and flying skills, it is not easy to be accepted into a group that has been together for more than two and a half years in such a short period of time.
But Chen Buping did it. Just a few seconds ago, he proved with practical actions that he was worthy of his new friends, the motto of the Hangzhou Miqiao Aviation School he had studied, and even more worthy of China
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After a long time, Chen Buping's weak voice sounded on the intercom: "Eagle 1, I'm still alive, and the plane is still there."
"God bless you, you're still alive. Damn you bastard. I taught you how to cut with scissors, but I didn't let you use it in actual combat. Even my instructor didn't use it." Zhou Dapeng let out a sigh of relief and cursed into the intercom.
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"Oh! Hunter, you can do it. You can steal the title of Eagle No. 1's number one ace. I'm optimistic about you."
"Haha! Hunter, I'm going to treat you to a drink when you get back. Haven't you already wanted to drink the whiskey I hid under the seat? It's all yours at noon."
"Brother, Miss Yang from our Sichuan base likes heroes the most. I will introduce you to them when we get back."
The intercom resounded with cheers from the pilots.
On the battlefield, not only the victory of the battle can make them cheer, but the safety of their comrades is the most worthy of celebration.