Age of Conquest Reborn

--go-->The brutal fighting in the sky over Dafu lasted for more than an hour. The Japanese Southeast Asia Air Force could not support it at first. This was the first time for these Japanese fighter wings supplemented from Taiwan and Japan.

When fighting against a group of fighter jets from the Southern Flying Group of the Army, I didn't know how powerful these pilots under Le Yiqin were. In other words, they never suffered a loss.

The only ones who suffered a loss were the fighter group and the two bomber groups. In the air battle over Rangoon, they all went to hell. There were no living Japanese pilots who brought their own experience. Just as Nomura thought, the Japanese pilots

They were full of energy, arrogant and arrogant, with foolish thoughts of loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire of Japan, and an eagerness to make achievements.

The inferior Chinese still have airplanes. Even if they do, it would be good to fly them into the sky. As for air combat, the Chinese have not learned yet. In the eyes of these Japanese pilots, the pilots of the Japanese Army are not even rookies.

You can only be a living target in the sky, and engage in air combat with Imperial Japanese pilots who have undergone rigorous training and are armed with the spirit of Bushido. That is courting death!

As for the various news that was sent back to the country, how the Chinese pilots were interested, how many aviation groups of the Imperial Army were at their hands, and so on. The Japanese pilots who entered the Indochina Peninsula for the first time did not believe such nonsense at all. I am afraid,

Is it the fault of the Imperial pilots themselves? It has nothing to do with how powerful the Chinese pilots are, the Chinese are just an inferior race!

With this kind of momentum and mentality, the Japanese fighter pilots were overjoyed when they discovered that there were Japanese fighter planes attacking them. They were all like wolves smelling the smell of blood, rushing towards them, wanting to kill them.

The first fighter to shoot down the Japanese Army was afraid that others would take away his credit.

However, when they fought against the fighter pilots of the Japanese Army, the Japanese pilots discovered that they were completely wrong. Are these the Chinese pilots they thought they were? Bullshit! They were just a bunch of tigers, all of them desperate.

Like a disciple, no matter whether it is the performance of the fighter jet, the flying skills or the will to fight, they are all ahead of me.

After fighting for a while, the Japanese pilots could no longer hold on. Most of the fighter jets that exploded in the air or crashed to the ground were their own. The commander of the Japanese air formation realized that the situation was not good. He requested Commander Nomura to leave.

Returning from the battlefield, "Commander Nomura, I am the commander of the air fleet, Major General Miki. Our fleet encountered the China fighter group over Tafu. After an hour of air combat, the situation was very unfavorable to us. I humbly request that we leave the battlefield and return home immediately."

Major General Miki is telling the truth. If the fight continues, his fleet will probably be left here. These Chinese pilots are simply inhuman. As long as they are bitten, they can't escape. They dare to fire even dozens of meters away from you. Miki's

There were more than a dozen big holes in the plane's wings. If the wingman pilot hadn't sacrificed his life to protect him, Miki himself would have become a piece of debris in the air.

Miki's heart grew colder and colder, and Nomura could hear it. His fleet suffered some losses, and he sighed, "Miki-kun, leave the battlefield immediately, do not get entangled, and return at full speed." Miki immediately issued the order as if he had heard the gospel.

Upon receiving the order to retreat, the Japanese fighter jets tried their best to get rid of the deadly entanglement of the Japanese fighter jets and fled in panic toward Hainan Island.

Nomura's judgment was wrong. His fleet suffered not only a small loss, but a big loss. In the fierce battle over Tatsufu for more than an hour, the Japanese Southeast Asia Expeditionary Force Air Force left behind the wreckage of ninety-four fighter jets.

There were more than 60 injured, and in terms of casualties, the number exceeded two-thirds.

When Nomura heard Miki's report of casualties, he couldn't figure it out. How come he never lost a battle with Le Yiqin's China Air Force? What's going on? The Air Eagle of the Empire of Japan, that's it.

Vulnerable? Nomura was very frustrated, but he hadn't lost all his money yet. Didn't he come back with more than a hundred fights?

Now, the only hope is placed on the 73rd Fighter Wing that intercepts and kills the **Division's bombers. I hope Shirakawa can create a miracle and annihilate all the **Division's bombers, which can be regarded as a comeback and give that

The arrogant Le Yiqin gave her a hard blow! Let her vent her anger!

However, more than twenty minutes later, Nomura's hope was shattered. He received a report from Colonel Shirakawa, "Your Excellency, Commander, our 73rd Regiment has not found any enemy troops in the Sadwa airspace."

The bomber group was about to search due west when it was suddenly attacked by a fighter group of the ** Division. After more than an hour of fierce fighting, our wing lost twenty-seven fighter jets and is now on its way back."

Nomura was almost furious. He was defeated again. He lost half of his fighter jets. He was waiting on the route that the bombers of the Japanese division must take to return home. He didn't see it. This Shirakawa was not his eyes.

Are you blind? Nomura is like a deflated rubber ball, unable to regain his energy.

In just over an hour, the air force, which had just added more troops and generals and gained some strength, destroyed more than a hundred fighter jets. That was half of Nomura's family fortune. This can no longer be achieved through repeated battles.

To describe it as a defeat, it was simply a case of being riddled with bad luck and followed by misfortune. Nomura could not blame anyone else. If he had not saved a little thought and let the fleet return early, he would not have suffered such a disastrous defeat.

Northwest of Yangon, Yangdong Town, the Yangon Frontline Headquarters of the *** Division, Tang Qiuli was holding a book, lying comfortably in a wicker chair, looking at it with relish, and praising her from time to time. Next to him was Liu Xinlan

The cup of tea brewed is still smelling of fragrance. It feels like being on the battlefield. It is obviously more relaxing than a vacation.

Lieutenant General Tang Qiusheng, deputy division commander and commander-in-chief of the campaign, was busy signing telegrams and documents one after another. He also whispered instructions to Chen Feng, the communications director, and Yang Ketian, the chief of staff from time to time. Liu Xinlan was buried in a pile of telegrams.

, without raising his head, the pen in his hand quickly moved across the paper, only occasionally glancing at the leisurely man.

The staff officers and correspondents who came in and out all consciously walked softly. The "tick-tock" sound of the radio was scattered in an orderly manner. On the contrary, it made the headquarters feel more comfortable. Everyone was busy with their own things. The only idle person was probably

Mr. Tang Qiuli, who was leisurely reading books and drinking tea, was here.

The phone on the table rang rapidly, Liu Xinlan quickly walked over and picked up the phone, "This is the division headquarters, who is that?" Le Yiqin's voice came over, "It's Staff Liu, I'm Le Yiqin, please."

Please find the division commander, I have a report on the war situation." Not to mention her gentle and polite tone, Liu Xinlan pursed her lips and smiled, covering the phone, "Sir, Commander Le, Commander Le is calling you!"

Tang Qiuli put down the book and picked up the phone, "Is it Yiqin?" Le Yiqin's voice suddenly grew louder, causing Tang Qiuli to frown, "Sir, this is Le Yiqin, the air battle in Dafu has ended.

, shot down ninety-four Little Japanese fighter jets and damaged more than sixty. After parachuting, the Little Japanese pilot refused to surrender and resisted to the death. He was shot dead on the spot by our soldiers from the Dafu area."

Tang Qiuli's tone also became obviously happy, "Okay, Yiqin, your Southern Flying Group has made great achievements this time. I have not forgotten my promise and went to Myitkyina in person to celebrate the pilots!"

Le Yiqin said: "Thank you, Commander. In addition, the bomber group has safely arrived in the Mengguan airspace in northern Myanmar and is on its way back to Kunming." At this point, Le Yiqin's voice suddenly became lower.

"Division Commander, in the air battle at Dafu, our first fighter echelon lost thirty-four fighter jets. Twenty-one pilots died. The remaining thirteen parachuted successfully and were found by ground troops. Eighty-nine fighter jets were injured. Division Commander

"Our loss is too great," Le Yiqin's voice was choked with sobs.

Those who died were all his subordinates. Among them, there was also a captain and an old subordinate who followed him from the Northeast to Indochina. The relationship between the two was very deep. You can imagine the sadness and sadness in Le Yiqin's heart.

You know, this was also the Southern Flying Group's largest loss in an air battle. The air battle at Dafu was something that Le Yiqin, a tough man, would never forget.

Tang Qiuli said calmly: "Yiqin, don't be sad. The result of the air combat is three to one. You should be proud of our pilots. When there is a war, there will be sacrifices. I will let the logistics department properly arrange the aftermath of the martyrs."

It’s true, they are the heroes of the army!”

Le Yiqin's mood improved a little. She wiped the corners of her eyes sheepishly and said, "Sir, I'm just worried. What a good pilot, I just lost it. Now I'm much better. Do you have any other instructions?"

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Tang Qiuli said with a smile: "Yiqin, do you have any backup plan? Where can you set the trap? It's not your style to take a loss and not get it back! Tell me, it will make me happy too.

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Le Yiqin said with admiration and pride: "Commander, I can't hide anything from you. In the Beibu Gulf, I have prepared more than 200 fighter jets for the returning Jaap fighter group. I promised you that the Japs will be

A spoonful of winged offal that can fly! From today on, there will be no trace of a Japanese plane in the sky of Indochina!"

Tang Qiuli said: "Okay, Yiqin, I'm waiting for the good news of your final victory." He put down the phone and said to Tang Qiusheng: "Brother Qiusheng, Le Yiqin did a great job. The Japanese fighter group came from Hainan Island.

We were beaten to a pulp and returned with a great defeat. However, Le Yiqin still had backup plans. I estimate that the Japanese air force should be eliminated after this battle!"

Tang Qiusheng nodded with satisfaction and said: "Le Yiqin did a good job. Although it was a bit risky, it is the best result to solve the Japanese air power once and for all. There is no suspense in the air battle. The entire Japanese Air Force

It is only a matter of time before the army is annihilated. Now, our attention should be on Ito in Yangon."

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