Age of Conquest Reborn

Captain Johnson, the squadron leader of the Second Air Force of the U.S. Southwest Pacific Theater Headquarters, is still covered in cold sweat. The scene that just happened was like a nightmare, making him tremble. The Second Air Force has more than 300 fighter jets.

, chasing more than 80 Japanese fighter jets. In this kind of battle with more troops fighting fewer aircraft, the U.S. military pilots were all scrambling for the first place, fearing that others would take away the credit.

Just when the U.S. pilots thought that the Japanese fighter jets could not escape, suddenly, a large black crowd of Japanese fighter jets emerged from the clouds, at least seven or eight hundred of them.

The group surrounded them, and what followed was a huge melee. When Captain Johnson finally got rid of the pursuit of three Japanese fighter jets, climbed to a high place and looked down, he was almost scared to death!

Oh my God, everything I can see is murderous, beast-like Japanese fighter jets. Smoke clouds from exploding bullets are everywhere. The earphones are filled with the panicked shouts of comrades. From time to time, planes are blown into pieces in the air.

Or he screamed strangely and fell to the ground. Captain Johnson looked around blankly. It was pretty good. There were four fighter jets in his squadron following him, but he didn't know what to do.

Throwing himself into the battlefield to fight the Japanese fighter jets, he would probably be torn into pieces by the swarming Japanese fighter jets before he even got there. Before Captain Johnson could make up his mind, more than a dozen Japanese fighter jets came out menacingly.

Captain Johnson, who was fighting over and panicked, instinctively ran away in a direction where there were no Japanese fighter jets. The four U.S. fighter jets also followed the squadron leader and ran away.

The murderous and energetic Japanese fighter jets were of course unwilling to let go of their prey. They chased after them and ran for a while as if they were desperate. Captain Johnson, who was dizzy, found out from the flight chart that he

Having reached the airspace of the South China Sea and not far from Hainan Island, he felt relieved. The United States and China were allies, and by making an emergency landing at a Chinese airport, he could avoid the hungry Japanese fighter jets behind him.

At this time, Captain Xu Zheguang, the commander of the third group of the 9th Fighter Regiment, which was performing a patrol mission, appeared in front of them. Captain Johnson saw the savior at a glance and hurriedly called: "Air Force Command of the Republic of China Aircraft Group"

Officer, I am an American pilot. I am being chased by Japanese fighter jets and request to land at your airport on Hainan Island. According to the provisions of the Allied Treaty, you are obliged to provide an emergency landing airport for our American pilots! Please lead the way!"

Without the latter sentence, Captain Johnson's words would be normal. At least they would not sound harsh. "Now, I ask you to immediately block the Japanese fighter group and cover the safe landing of our American pilots!" Through the communicator, I heard clearly,

The American pilots called out, and all the staff officers looked incredulous. Did these Americans have water in their heads? Why are they so arrogant when asking for help?

Le Yiqin smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Humph, I have an obligation? I have no obligation to help you Americans! I have been chased like rabbits by the little devils, but I still have the nerve to go to the airport in China.

Are you embarrassed? Who do you think I am when I cover you? You are going to be pretending to be a master on the ground in China. You are tired of living, aren't you?"

Xu Zheguang asked for instructions on the communicator: "Commander, how should we respond?"

Le Yiqin was very straightforward and said: "Just pretend you didn't hear him and ignore him! Get ready to fight! I say Xu Zheguang, don't embarrass me, you kid! Don't take advantage of me and let the brats and Americans bite you."

One bite!”

Xu Zheguang replied with a smile: "Commander, don't worry. I only showed up with one squadron. The other two squadrons are lying in wait above. They are your soldiers after all. I have learned these tactics by watching them."

!" Hearing this, Le Yiqin's eyes narrowed in joy.

If Le Yiqin absolutely looked down on the US fighter pilots and was a weakling, he was a battlefield deserter. Next, the Japanese fighter pilots who were chasing after him would directly give them a ring.

Death Knell, in Le Yiqin's words afterwards, "There is no way, the little devils are looking for death, and you can't stop them, so let them do it. We don't care about a few more garbage on the bottom of China's sea!"

Lieutenant Colonel Shinichi Yamada, the Japanese captain who led the team to pursue the American fighter jets that fled the battlefield, already regarded these five American fighter jets as the fat in his mouth. With a fierce look in his eyes and a murderous look on his face, he bit his cheek and died.

He was so stubborn that he didn't notice that he had broken into Chinese airspace. His wingman reminded him in time, "Your Excellency, Captain, we are pursuing American fighter jets and have entered Chinese airspace!"

Lieutenant Commander Yamada Shinichi hesitated. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to have any conflict with Chinese aircraft. Although he had not experienced several major air battles in Indochina, he did not know how powerful Chinese fighter pilots were. But from the experience of his predecessors,

From his mouth, he also roughly learned a lot of truth. The biggest opponent and enemy of the Imperial Air Force was Le Yiqin, the number one warrior under the Chinese demon Tang Qiuli.

It was this man who caused many famous Imperial Air Forces to sink into the sand, and the entire army was annihilated in his hands. When the Chinese Army Division attacked Singapore, they also received a strict order from the Expeditionary Army Headquarters.

They are not allowed to take off in the sky. Based on this alone, Lieutenant Colonel Yamada Shinichi knows how wary the imperial world is of that Chinese devil. Now, he is also faced with a dilemma.

He couldn't bear to talk about the five American fighter jets. On the other hand, he really didn't dare to challenge the might of the Japanese Air Force. After struggling for a while, the ** who was eager to do meritorious service and kill gained the upper hand.

It seems that giving up the five American fighter jets at your fingertips just because they have entered the so-called China airspace will make you feel a sense of insult and frustration.

What's more, there is also a sense of luck. How can you be unlucky and encounter a Chinese patrol plane? In just a few minutes, you can catch up with the American fighter jets. The strength ratio is more than two to one. If you are surrounded, it will take a few minutes.

The battle can be resolved, and then they return without anyone noticing. A great achievement cannot be escaped. Having made up his mind, Lieutenant Colonel Yamada ordered: "Everyone pay attention, catch up with the US fighter jets as quickly as possible, and kill them."

They then return quickly!"

Now that the captain has given the order, the Japanese pilots who were fighting smoothly had no reason to give up. At exactly this time, the fleet commanded by Xu Zheguang appeared and blocked the US and Japanese fighter jets.

Yamada Nakasaichi trembled and cursed in his mind, "Unlucky, how could it be such a coincidence that we met China's patrol aircraft group?" Looking carefully, the China fighter jets that appeared in front were only eight, while he had twelve. As for

Those five American fighter jets were still trying to escape, but they didn't have the courage to turn back and fight. I looked at the surrounding air conditions and found no other Chinese fighter jets.

Lieutenant Colonel Yamada thought viciously: "If the Chinese fighter jets really want to help the Americans, humph, then kill them all together. Anyway, I have the advantage. However, Lieutenant Colonel Yamada considers himself a samurai, an absolutely outstanding descendant of the Yamato nation.

The emphasis is on courtesy first and then attack. In fact, deep down in his heart, he really doesn’t want to have any conflict with the patrol aircraft of the Navy Division. If they get out of the way, he will never take action!"

Therefore, Lieutenant Colonel Yamada immediately called: "Commander of the China fleet, we are fighter pilots of the Imperial Japanese Air Force. We are performing the mission of shooting down U.S. fighter jets. We have no intention of causing any conflict with your army. Please get out of the way, let alone help the United States."

Otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation to the Air Eagle of the Imperial Japanese Empire, and we will deal with it with the harshest blow!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yamada was very satisfied with his performance. He thought that his words were absolutely polite enough. He was polite before attacking, gave advice and pointed out the consequences. If it were obtained by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it would be an exemplary diplomatic rhetoric.

In the air control room of the Southern Flying Group of the Yangon Navy and Air Force Base, Le Yiqin's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and the two cold lights disappeared in a flash, "Xu Zheguang, I order your fleet to attack immediately and kill the little devil."

Shoot down all the American and American fighter jets and let one go, so you don’t have to come back!" Le Yiqin gave the order in a cold tone.

Immediately, bursts of fierce shooting came from the communicator, and the pilots shouted excitedly, including "Oh my God!" "Baga!" and other noises. Twenty minutes later, everything happened.

Everything was quiet, except for the weak "squeaking" sound coming from the loudspeaker connected to the communicator. The war room was even quieter. All the staff members, including Le Yiqin, held their breaths.

Xu Zheguang's very excited voice sounded, "Report to the commander, there are a total of seventeen fighter jets from the Japs and the Yankees. None of them missed the target. They were all shot down. There were no casualties in our fleet. Please give me your instructions whether to continue the patrol mission!"

"

Le Yiqin said succinctly: "Continue patrolling. If you encounter a similar situation, there is no need to ask for instructions. Whether it is a Yankee or a Japanese plane, shoot it down immediately!"

Everyone in the war room burst into cheers. Le Yiqin sat down on a chair and happily picked up a cigarette. After lighting it, he took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of light blue smoke with a puff of smoke in his mouth.

He muttered, "I'm the most threatened, not the Yankees, not the little devils, but I'm still not decisive enough. Why don't you talk nonsense to these bastards? Just hit them! Well, you shouldn't hesitate!"

While muttering, he shook his head repeatedly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his hesitant behavior just now.

(To be continued)