Chapter 1476 Please fire at me, in the name of a comrade-in-arms (2)
"Sakai-san, is there any conspiracy behind the Chinese people jumping into low altitude?" Another Japanese pilot came over the wireless intercom and asked.
That was the voice of Lieutenant Commander Ohta Jun of another fighter squadron. In the entire fleet, only six fighters, including Nobita Takeyama, had wireless intercoms.
"Ota-kun, no matter what conspiracy he has, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies will be crushed to pieces. Do you understand?" Saburo Sakai stared at the Chinese fighter planes in front of him that were getting lower and lower, with cold eyes, and replied
Calm and confident.
Yes, what gave the Japanese ace pilot confidence was his own strength. No matter what Zhou Dapeng's intentions were, under the pursuit of 6 fighter planes, he had no chance of turning defeat into victory. The only way to survive was to increase his power and fly towards the distance.
Escape. He has even planned that no matter where his opponent is fleeing, he will pursue him without hesitation until he has enough fuel to return.
Regardless of whether they were shot down or fled, such a battle situation was a huge blow to the crazy Chinese Air Force in the sky, and it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Hi! I understand, let's continue chasing."
As the two Japanese commanders reached an agreement, six Japanese planes swooped down from an altitude of 1,000 meters with the same determination, chasing after Zhou Dapeng.
"Brother Liu, order the brothers to open fire. The Japanese aircraft and I will rush out of your ground fire range in 0 seconds." Zhou Dapeng almost roared, his voice even overpowering the roar of the engine.
"All firepower points, please adjust the frequency band to 11086. You will talk to the pilot in the sky. He needs our help." Liu Lang said to another wireless communication device.
After saying that, he put the wireless intercom aside and looked up at the sky.
Not far away, a Chinese fighter plane was speeding towards this side from a low altitude and from a distance. Not far behind it were six Japanese planes that persisted.
"I am Zhou Dapeng, I beg you, open fire!" Zhou Dapeng's voice rang through the radios at all heavy firepower points.
There was silence on the ground position.
They are all soldiers who have walked out of the war. They know what this request means. The plane can fly more than 150 meters in one second, especially at such a low altitude. No one can guarantee that the ballistic trajectory will not hit him.
It hit the Japanese aircraft not far behind him and to the side.
It's like...
Just like in the Battle of the Great Wall, the daredevil company sent a telegram: "Fire at me." Zhao Ergou's eyes turned red.
For an artillery commander, this is really cruel. He once personally ordered to fire artillery on his comrades' positions, turning the Japanese invaders and his comrades into dust.
This time, he actually had to face this choice again, even if it was personally requested from him in the air by a comrade he had never met before.
He is the Chinese Army, and the other is the Chinese Air Force.
He begged him, "Fire at me!"
"Comrades, please fire at me for victory! If I don't die, I will rush back to the capital to participate in another battle. We have no time. This is the only chance." Zhou Dapeng's voice continued to be heard.
"Fire!" Zhao Ergou closed his eyes in pain and roared.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
...
On the ground, tongues of flame that had been silent for a long time suddenly erupted amidst the roars of the commanders of the anti-aircraft gun and anti-aircraft machine gun fire points, covering the sky above the position.
Visible to the naked eye, sparks were shooting out of Zhou Dapeng's fuselage. Like a petrel soaring in a hail of bullets, he was still flying forward desperately.
Although the shooters at each firepower point tried their best to avoid him and aimed their guns at the Japanese aircraft following behind, bullets from anti-aircraft machine guns still fell on Zhou Dapeng's fighter plane.
The only good thing is that no 0mm cannon shells hit. Otherwise, no matter how thick the armor of his modified "Thunder" cabin is, it will not be able to stop the 0mm cannon shells as thick as cigars.
Zhou Dapeng's own fighter plane was almost beaten into a honeycomb, and the attack on the six Japanese planes targeted behind him can be imagined.
In the corner of the eye of the leader Saburo Sakai, more than 100 tongues of flames suddenly burst out 500 meters below, almost blinding him. He knew from the beginning that the Chinese had many machine guns on the ground, but since the air battle began
, the Chinese’s ground firepower was too much for them to dare to fire, which is why they dared to rush to low altitudes to chase down the Chinese ace pilots. Unless the Chinese were crazy enough to shoot at their own people, no matter how fierce the firepower on the ground was, they would not
I can only stare.
He had even made the decision to fly over this area before shooting down the Chinese plane, otherwise he was afraid that without a shield, the Chinese would shoot.
But now, with the shields still there, why did they shoot? This is a reason that the second commander of the Japanese fleet never figured out.
He no longer had to worry so much about why the Chinese did what they did. With extremely fast maneuverability and altitude, aircraft had an extremely huge advantage over the ground. However, when the number reached a certain level, the advantage no longer existed.
More than 80 anti-aircraft machine guns and 40 anti-aircraft guns can send thousands of bullets and artillery shells into the air in one second. The torrent of steel ejected is like the future Phalanx close-in defense artillery, but the Japanese aircraft still have to hold on.
The scalp was rushing forward in such a terrifying hail of bullets, but no one dared to pull it up quickly. The reduced speed when pulling it up would not allow them to dodge the bullets, and they could only go to see Amaterasu faster.
The Japanese planes at a higher altitude could only quickly maneuver to avoid the sudden burst of firepower from the Chinese. Of course, the same was true for the Chinese planes. They had to pull up high and dodge first to avoid this wave of firepower. The most frustrating thing would be to be shot down by their own people.
A matter of humiliation.
The aircraft group at high altitudes were all fine, as they were high enough. Except for two Japanese aircraft whose tails were smoking and damaged, the others all ran away. But the six Japanese aircraft at low altitude were in bad luck.
The first person to bear the brunt was Saburo Sakai, who had two big holes in his face but was still alive and awarded a medal. Ten seconds later, his plane was hit by at least thirty rounds of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets and five rounds of artillery shells. The shells destroyed the plane.
Terrifyingly large holes were torn out in the tail of the fuselage, but that was not the most fatal thing. The most fatal thing was that an anti-aircraft machine gun bullet penetrated through the bottom of the cockpit and miraculously missed the second fighter in the Japanese aircraft formation due to the roll.
Commander Ren's thick and fleshy buttocks, but it hit his lower jaw, commonly known as his chin.
This time, instead of smashing his already toothless gums again, the skin of his entire face was torn off, even covering his goggles. Sakai Saburo only had time to howl and reach out from his goggles.
After removing the flesh, the entire out-of-control fighter plane suddenly swooped down due to the failure of its tail, and rushed towards the ground like a sharp arrow.
Four seconds later, a fireball flashed on the ground.
The second commander of the Japanese fleet was killed.
In 0 seconds, amidst the raging flames of the Chinese, who did not distinguish between friend and foe, another squadron leader, Shun Ohta, risked his life to fly out of the range of Chinese ground fire. Looking back, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Not only a symbol of courage - Saburo Sakai died. In this sudden madness of the Chinese, the two flying squadrons and six fighter planes that were so awesome just now can still follow him and rush out. The only ones left
One, and there was still smoke coming out from behind, and the results of the rest that didn't come out, you could guess with your heels. Even he himself had various indicator lights flashing wildly on the dashboard to remind him that he was not intact.
, whether it can fly back to the mothership is still unknown.
Although there are still more than 0 fighter planes in the sky, Jun Ohta no longer has much hope for this air battle. If the Chinese Air Force still chooses to fight in this airspace, and the Chinese on the ground suddenly go crazy, then
It is unknown how many Imperial fighters will be lost in this crazy battle. Such a battle is meaningless.
"Retreat!" Jun Ohta, who had taken over the command, gave the retreat order without hesitation and took the lead in escaping into the distance.
After receiving the order, each squadron leader swayed the aircraft and accelerated away into the distance.
The Chinese Air Force, which was also exhausted, did not pursue it. Zhou Dapeng, who survived by chance, and the Chinese Air Force Captain who escaped from the Japanese plane and came from afar, circled in a circle at high altitude to form a formation.
This time, they did not jump down from a low altitude to say goodbye to the infantrymen fighting together, but flew straight towards the capital.
The Japanese planes retreated, but their combat mission was not over yet. A more difficult battle awaited them.
Liu Lang's hand quietly relaxed, he touched the cigarette in his purse and tried to stay calm and lit one for himself.
"Damn it, help me light a fire, my matches are wet." Zhao Ergou sat down on the ground and shouted at the second lieutenant who dropped the machine gun and rushed out of the fighting position.
It wasn't that his matches were wet, but that the artillery commander knew that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the matches. He really didn't want to do that kind of experience of giving orders to his comrades to fire again.
Fortunately, this time, unlike the last time, he witnessed the ancient mountains ablaze with smoke, and his heart was completely broken into pieces.
Although that crazy guy was beaten to the point of sparks, he miraculously escaped from the hail of bullets. If he were not alive, Zhao Ergou would probably live in his own nightmare for the rest of his life.
Now, it was worth smoking a cigarette to celebrate, even if he was in a complicated mood and couldn't strike a match.
"Long live the Chinese Air Force!" There were thunderous cheers on the ground, and countless soldiers rushed out of their hiding spots, cheering and waving their arms to bid farewell to the retreating Chinese Air Force.
Shouting and shouting, many people burst into tears.
They cheered for victory. Although it was tragic, they still won this time.
They are not afraid of sacrifice, but what they are afraid of is that even if they sacrifice, they will not see victory.
They cried in memory of their comrades.
Although this battle was fruitful, with at least 16 Japanese planes remaining under this sky forever, the Chinese Air Force also paid a heavy price. There were also more than 6 fighters flying brilliantly with their brave and fearless pilots.
Under the blue sky of the motherland, dozens of Chinese infantrymen used their lives to illustrate what sacrifice means.
They died without even having a chance to pull the trigger on the enemy.
However, the soldiers on this land who cheered for victory and remembered their comrades with tears did not know that more than 100 kilometers away, there was an even more tragic battle that they could not witness with their own eyes. (To be continued)