Age of Conquest Reborn

--go-->On the airborne radar screen, the six small bright spots are getting clearer and clearer. In twenty minutes at most, the little devil's reconnaissance plane will discover the fleet. No matter how stupid you are, you can understand what is going on.

, a message is sent back, and with Kiyoshi Hasegawa's ability, he will definitely make a correct response, and the purpose of the raid will be lost. Not to mention increasing the difficulty of the task, the losses of the fleet will also be greatly increased.

Le Yiqin suddenly broke out in sweat. The weather today was so good that it was infuriatingly beautiful. The sky was clear and cloudless. There was no chance of hiding through the clouds. Where could more than a thousand planes hide? "***, little devil."

You're actually here to cause trouble," he cursed in his mind.

The only way is to kill the Little Japanese reconnaissance planes or divert them away from the airspace before they discover the group. "The first regiment of the first echelon dispatched a squadron of fighter jets to deal with the Little Japanese reconnaissance planes and let them go."

Don't let these pieces of rubbish interfere with our important mission. Then, this squadron will return immediately," Le Yiqin ordered.

In fact, all the commanders of the fighter regiment and each group leader saw the Japanese reconnaissance plane on their airborne radar screens. Everyone was equally nervous. After hearing the commander's order, the commander of the first regiment, Takeshi Xian, issued the order.

"The First Squadron of the Second Battalion speeds out and leads the Japs' fighter jets away from the group and through the airspace. They must kill them all and then return."

The six Soviet fighter jets immediately threw away their auxiliary fuel tanks and increased the throttle to the maximum. Like fierce horses that had been whipped fiercely, they roared out and disappeared from Le Yiqin's field of vision in the blink of an eye. The squadron leader, Captain Qin Tiezhu, felt in his heart.

this

This unwilling person "Why is he so unlucky? He has no part in the big scene, but he goes to deal with these little devils and lure them away? Why not just feint a shot and then pretend to run away. Let the little devils' planes chase them like shit. That's enough."

Shameful."

Qin Tiezhu held his breath and said: "Guys, we can't win the big battle. These six Little Devil carrier-based aircraft belong to us. We will finish the work as quickly as possible, and maybe we can pick up some mistakes.

Do you understand?" The other five pilots replied uninterestedly: "Yes, follow the order resolutely!"

Le Yiqin heard the conversation between Qin Tiezhu and the pilots. He couldn't help but smile, "These guys are reluctant to do this job and feel uncomfortable. The mood is understandable, but someone has to do it, right?"

Captain Murayama, the captain of the 1st Squadron of the 3rd Battalion of the 1st Japanese Carrier Aircraft Wing, is a veteran pilot. If it weren’t for his bad temper, poor popularity, and liking to play with women, which delayed a lot of things, he would be able to do it now.

Put on the epaulettes of lieutenant colonel, and at least get a squadron leader to work for, the position of squadron leader, and the badge of captain. Once you do it, it will last six or seven years.

None of his colleagues with the same qualifications as him has failed to become a captain. Murayama also understands that in this life, I am afraid that he will not be able to become a captain until he retires. This guy has also accepted his fate and will not change his mistakes. He will do nothing all day long. If

If he hadn't had outstanding flying skills, he would probably have been sent to the ground crew by his boss to clean the plane.

Murayama led the squadron to perform a reconnaissance mission. He sneered at this mission. As a veteran pilot, he knew the performance of fighter jets from various countries. Take the fighter jets currently in service of the empire's mortal enemy, the Chinese, it would be fine to fly to Yangon.

When reaching the airspace of the Andaman Sea, unless the Chinese fighter jets burn air, they will only end up falling into the sea.

Murayama looked around listlessly. The sky was clear and there was not even a bird in sight. "The boss is really full and exhausted, so he sent such a boring task." He looked down at the fuel gauge and flew north for fifteen minutes.

Minutes later, it was time to return home. I was bored and a little sleepy. I drank too much sake last night and my head was a little groggy.

Murayama yawned involuntarily. Suddenly, in his sight, six white dots appeared out of thin air. In a blink of an eye, the outline of the aircraft could be seen. "Soviet fighter jet, Chinese!" Murayama yawned half of the way.

He quickly held it back, "Hey, what the hell, aren't you here to die? How much fuel will be left when the Chinese fighter jets fly here?" Murayama could figure it out with a spoon on the back of his head.

Murayama's spirit perked up, like a wolf seeing its prey, his eyes flashed fiercely. "I didn't expect that among all the carrier-based aircraft pilots, I, Murayama, was the first to open the record. He ordered the squadron to attack immediately and put these six fuel aircraft

The few Chinese fighter jets will be sent to the bottom of the sea to feed the sharks!" Murayama gave the order fiercely.

At the same time, he did not forget to report the encounter with the ** Division's fighter jets to the Fleet Aviation Commander: "Commander, I am Captain Murayama on a reconnaissance mission. In the airspace where I am currently, I discovered six Chinese Soviet fighter jets.

Our squadron is preparing to attack!" After saying that, he pushed the control stick and the "Type 92" carrier-based aircraft swooped towards Qin Tiezhu's squadron like an arrow off the string.

As soon as Qin Tiezhu saw the Japanese carrier-based aircraft swooping over, he ordered: "Retreat immediately, we don't have enough fuel, pretend to be a little more serious, run!" The six *** fighter planes, as if they were suddenly encountered, suddenly turned around and headed towards

Flying eastward, in the panic, they forgot about their formation and looked like they were running away.

Murayama laughed wildly and chased after him. He was determined to pay attention and did not listen to the command of the command to allow the attack. He first killed these unlucky China fighter jets. He reported that he was preparing to attack. In fact, he had already

Ordering one's own squadron to join the battle is called doing one's duty and taking the lead first!

A staff officer attached himself to Hasegawa Kiyoshi's ear and called softly: "Your Excellency, Commander, I received a telegram from the aviation commander Major General Sato that the reconnaissance squadron has discovered a Chinese fighter jet." Maybe the voice was too soft, Hasegawa Kiyoshi was still dozing off.

In the meantime, the staff officer raised his voice slightly, and this time, the commander reacted.

Not to mention, Hasegawa Kiyoshi's reaction was quick enough. He immediately jumped up from the canvas chair. His mind was still in a daze, but he instinctively raised the telescope in his hand and searched everywhere in the air. It only took a few seconds.

After a while, Hasegawa Kiyoshi came to his senses and said, "Baga! Where are the Chinese fighter jets?" Yes, there were no such fighter jets. Only a few seagulls appeared in the commander's telescopic lens.

The staff officer didn't dare to say anything, so he handed the telegram to him respectfully. Hasegawa Kiyoshi took the telegram and looked at it carefully, and his mind wandered, "There are only six? Could it be the leading reconnaissance aircraft of the China fleet? That's not right.

, or it’s a matter of endurance time. It’s probably a coincidence that China’s fighter jets can’t fly to such a far sea area. Isn’t the reconnaissance squadron in pursuit?”

Hasegawa Kiyoshi ordered: "Ask the reconnaissance squadron, have they found a large Chinese aircraft group?" After a while, the communications officer came over and "reported to the commander. Captain Murayama, leader of the reconnaissance squadron, reported that no large Chinese aircraft group was found. It's time to

The squadron is chasing these six Chinese fighter jets, and Captain Murayama also reported that as soon as they made contact with the imperial fighter jets, the Chinese fighter jets took the road and fled."

That's right, China fighter jets still don't have enough fuel and dare not fight with the Murayama Squadron. Otherwise, they will have to fight for several rounds one on one. Hasegawa Kiyoshi was relieved, but he no longer felt sleepy and walked leisurely on the deck.

Stepping forward, suddenly, my heart tightened, and doubts arose: "Could this be a trap by the air commander of the China fleet, sending fighter jets to lure away the Murayama Squadron? And the large fleet is behind it?"

After thinking about it carefully, he overturned his own judgment. "This possibility is not possible at all. Unless the Chinese aircraft flies with an oil depot on its back, it can only support less than eight minutes of air combat. What are they doing here? Are they here to die? When they return, they will

Being chased by our Imperial Army's carrier-based aircraft will only increase fuel consumption, and I'm afraid I won't be able to fly back to Myitkyina Airport. The China Air Commander is not that stupid!" Hasegawa Kiyoshi sat back in his chair relaxedly.

Le Yiqin first heard the fierce machine gun shooting on the airborne radio, and then Qin Tiezhu's squadron, yelling and fighting with the Little Japanese carrier aircraft. He breathed a sigh of relief and ordered: "Five

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the air combat area, and each echelon carried out the operation according to the combat plan. Now, all aircraft maintain radio silence and are only allowed to receive, not talk. After contacting the enemy, communication links are restored."

More than forty minutes later, the Third Fleet had sailed into the shallow waters of Motama Bay. In less than an hour, the outline of Yangon Port would be visible. Hasegawa was clear on the deck. The sea breeze had blown enough, and he was about to

Entering the commander's cabin to rest, suddenly, a loud thunder-like sound came from the northern sky. "Is it going to rain?" Hasegawa Kiyoshi looked at the sky in confusion.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, but the thunder was getting louder and louder. Hasegawa Qing's face turned pale at that time. He could hear the thunder. It was the sound of the engines of countless airplanes. "Quick!"

, sound the alarm! Carrier-based aircraft immediately take off to meet the enemy, and the fleet enters air defense mode!" Kiyoshi Hasegawa shouted to several staff officers like crazy, and then quickly ran to the command position.

The alarm on Hasegawa Kiyoshi's flagship "Asahi" was the first to sound shrilly. Then, the alarms on various Japanese warships also sounded like mourning. In a hurry, the Japanese sailors on each ship

They were like a rat's nest scalded by boiling water, rushing to their respective fighting positions.

There was no need for a telescope at all. It was visible to the naked eye. In the northern sky where the thunder was ringing, a large group of planes were flying over. There were no less than three or four hundred aircraft. Hasegawa Kiyoshi regretted that he almost gave himself a few big mouths and wasted precious time.

It took more than thirty minutes for the enemy aircraft to react in the air. From the beginning, the fleet was in a passive situation.

He wished he could chop the squadron leader named Murayama into pieces and cut off his pig head with his own hands and use it as a ball for kicking. It was all because of that fool who lied about the military situation. At this time, he could no longer care about dealing with the unlucky Murayama. He didn't know yet.

Whether Murayama can come back alive and be honored to be personally dealt with by His Excellency the Commander is still unknown.

What made Kiyoshi Hasegawa, who was sitting in the command position, slightly relieved was that the carrier-based aircraft on the aircraft carrier had already risen more than one-third of the way into the air. Le Yiqin squinted his eyes and watched the Japanese carrier-based aircraft take off.

While forming the formation, he sneered, "The little devil is well-trained and moves very fast. Unfortunately, he suffered a loss from the beginning." --over-->