Age of Conquest Reborn

Meng Qingpeng's fighter plane passed through the debris with lingering smoke and climbed to a high altitude. At this time, he spat hard and the depression in his heart was relieved. Only then did he have time to see who reminded him.

On the right side of his fighter plane, a fighter plane with four red five-pointed stars spray-painted and the aircraft number "711" followed closely behind him. Meng Qingpeng smiled knowingly. It was the 7th Fighter Regiment of the Outer Mongolia Cruise Area.

Huo Liye, the captain of the first team, had served as his wingman before. Now, seeing that he was alone and in danger, he came here again.

"Commander, I will serve as your wingman. Let me fight with your hands and feet, and let all Lao Maozi's planes turn into roast chickens!" Huo Liye shouted loudly in the earphones.

Meng Qingpeng smiled and replied: "Huo Liye, who is commanding your brigade?"

Huo Liye replied: "Deputy Captain, Commander, don't worry, the first team will still be able to do well without me, but the fleet will not be able to do so without you!"

Meng Qingpeng felt warm in his heart, opened the fleet communication channel, and said loudly: "Attention, all regiments, the battlefield situation no longer allows us to safely evacuate. The Soviet air commander's intention is obvious, which is to leave all the fighters of our Northern Flying Group behind."

Over the Selenge River, we may not be able to get back a few of our men after this battle, but we will have to make the Soviet fighter jets pay a greater price! Our prestige is achieved through fighting!"

In the earphones, there was a roar, "Lao Maozi's fighter jet wants to keep us, let's see if we agree! Commander, Lao Maozi wants to fight, we will accompany him!"

Meng Qingpeng said: "Okay, change the tactics, take the regiment as a unit, gather the fighters together, pay attention to tactical movements, and cooperate with each other to concentrate the troops. What we need now is not desperate courage, but close cooperation!"

After issuing the order, Meng Qingpeng opened contact with the Cullen ground air commander, "Cullen ground air commander, my name is Meng Qingpeng. Please tell the division commander that all the fighter pilots of our Northern Flying Group are determined to fight with the Soviet fighter group in the Selenge River airspace.

Fight to the death, fight to the last man and only one chance!"

After pondering for a moment, Meng Qingpeng continued: "This is my last report!" Then, he decisively cut off contact with the ground air finger.

Meng Qingpeng has made up his mind to burn everything. Since he cannot evacuate from the battlefield, he must have the courage to fight decisively. The fighter pilots of the Independent Division are not in the habit of being chased and beaten by the enemy.

Let's work together with our comrades on the ground to deal the heaviest blow to the Soviet troops in the sky and on the ground!

Cullen, at around eight o'clock in the morning on September 25th, Tang Qiuli received a call from Cullen's ground air controller. Colonel Dong Ningxuan, chief of staff of the Northern Aviation Group, conveyed Meng Qingpeng's words intact.

Tang Qiuli's face immediately turned livid, and he asked: "Dong Ningxuan, contact Meng Qingpeng immediately and convey my order. Don't show off your courage. Before he can do anything, the fleet will immediately break away from the battle and return home. The Cullen ground air defense brigade will

The returning aircraft group provided anti-aircraft fire cover and told him that there were hundreds of anti-aircraft guns and the Soviet fighter group could not bite his tail!"

Dong Ningxuan hesitated and said nothing. Tang Qiuli snorted in displeasure, and then asked: "Dong Ningxuan, what are you doing in your hesitation? Did you hear my order?"

Dong Ningxuan had no choice but to answer truthfully: "Report to the division commander, after Commander Meng Qingpeng finished contacting the ground air commander, he cut off the contact. After that, all contact with the aircraft fleet was interrupted. I judge that this was intentional by the aircraft fleet."

Yes! They are determined to die!"

"Bang!" Tang Qiuli slammed the phone down and roared angrily: "Meng Qingpeng, you bastard! I gave you hundreds of fighter jets, not to let you fight with the Soviet army! Use your heart to act with the courage of an ordinary man,

Come back alive and I'll shoot you!"

There was silence in the headquarters, except for Tang Qiuli's roar. All the staff officers and correspondents stopped what they were doing, slowed down their breathing, and looked at the furious division commander. He was so angry. This was after the division commander arrived in Outer Mongolia.

How many times has it been?

Chief of Staff Zhao Yuhe, who had just come in from the outside with a telegram in his hand, didn't know why. He looked at Tang Qiuli, who was full of anger, his neck muscles were jumping up, and he was panting with anger, and then looked at each of them.

The shrinking staff officers smiled and waved, asking everyone to continue working, and then asked cautiously: "Commander, why are you so angry? Who provoked you!"

Tang Qiuli slapped the table and said loudly: "That stupid young man Meng Qingpeng took the remaining fighter jets and fought against the Soviet fighter group. He actually cut off the communication with the ground air commander. It was clear that he was disobeying the military order and not killing.

It’s not enough to clean up military discipline! He will destroy the Northern Flying Group’s family fortune!”

Then, Tang Qiuli's tone became lower and he said: "Yuhe, that is the essence of our aviation force. I don't feel sorry for how many planes have been shot down or fallen down. The family fortune of our independent division can't stand it."

Sorry, I feel bad

It is those pilots who have been fighting for a long time. After this battle, the Soviet air force has suffered heavy losses and may not be able to recover, but the Northern Flying Group is afraid that the entire army will be wiped out! This price is too high, and I can't bear it.

Sorry!"

Zhao Yuhe persuaded: "Commander, the situation may not be that bad. Our aviation force cannot be easily eliminated. Maybe the Soviet aircraft fleet cannot bear the huge losses and gives up on its own initiative. I have learned about the situation. Meng Qingpeng's aircraft fleet

, was entangled by the superior Soviet aircraft fleet and was unable to break away from the battle and return home."

"If we forcefully withdraw, we will be chased by the Soviet fleet, and the losses may be even greater. Meng Qingpeng also made such a decision based on the specific conditions of the air battle, which is excusable!"

Having said this, Zhao Yuhe slapped his forehead and said: "Confused, Commander, I just received a telegram from Commander Le Yiqin. The five fighter regiments of the Southern Flying Group will land in Outer Mongolia in thirty minutes."

There are several airports, and Cullen Field Airport is the main landing place. Commander Le asked you for any instructions!"

Tang Qiuli's eyes sparkled with surprise, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Le Yiqin has arrived? Shouldn't it be around ten o'clock? Why is it more than an hour early?"

Zhao Yuhe deliberately adjusted the atmosphere and said: "According to Commander Le, he has smelled the smoke. His pilots who have never been to Outer Mongolia are screaming, saying they want to have a taste of Soviet aircraft.

So I can't wait to go on my way, fearing that I won't be able to win the battle!"

Tang Qiuli said anxiously: "Yu He, order the radio room to communicate with Le Yiqin immediately. I want to speak to him directly!"

In the radio room, Tang Qiuli held the intercom of the ground-to-air communication station and said: "Le Yiqin, I am Tang Qiuli. Please answer if you hear me!"

From the loudspeaker, Le Yiqin's surprised voice came, "Teacher, my name is Le Yiqin. My voice is very clear. I haven't seen you for a month. We all miss you. Thank you for transferring us to Outer Mongolia. Thank you very much.

The war is over!"

Tang Qiuli's tone was like an ice cube, "Le Yiqin, stop talking nonsense. Let me ask you, can you tell me the truth about the situation of your fleet? Can you put it into battle immediately? The fuel of the plane, the mental and physical strength of the pilots, tell me the truth.

, don’t be brave!”

Le Yiqin shrank her neck and thought to herself: "The teacher's mood is not quite right. He is very angry! I don't know who he is following?"

Le Yiqin answered honestly: "Reporting to the commander, the five fighter regiments transferred by the Southern Flying Group are ready to fly into battle at any time. They all carry auxiliary fuel tanks and the combat radius is within 800 kilometers.

It’s totally possible to fight!”

The joy on Tang Qiuli's face appeared and he said loudly: "Okay, the airspace of the Selenge River in the north of Kulun is about 600 kilometers away from your current position. How long can the fleet stay in the air?"

Le Yiqin answered accurately: "Reporting to the commander, including air combat time, the fuel can support at least one hour!"

Tang Qiuli breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his tone, and said: "Order, the Le Yiqin fleet of the Southern Flying Group immediately rushed to the Selenge River air combat area. The fighter group of the Northern Flying Group fell into the siege of the Soviet fighter group.

China, I don’t ask you to annihilate all the Soviet aircraft fleet, just rescue our aircraft fleet!”

Le Yiqin became energetic and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Sir, make sure to complete the mission!"

Then, Le Yiqin opened the fleet communication channel, couldn't suppress her excitement, and ordered: "Everyone pay attention, the division commander ordered us to rush to the Selenge River airspace battlefield. Our brothers from the Northern Flying Group are fighting hard with Lao Maozi's fighter jets. Everyone

partner

I was lucky enough to catch the meat before landing. After the battle, I asked the division commander to give us all a snack. All the fighter jets flew at the fastest speed. After contacting the enemy, they threw away their auxiliary fuel tanks and pounced on us to fight hard.

, a good start, move forward!”

Le Yiqin's command style was as always, combining morale boosting and combat orders, and with just a few words, he was able to encourage the pilots to fly long distances. The pilots, who were originally bored and lack of energy, "whooped" and their blood boiled with excitement.

, in the earphones, "Aoao" screamed, just like a pack of hungry wolves! The fleet of aircraft suddenly accelerated and shot towards the north like an arrow from the string, with a murderous aura!

Putting down the phone, Tang Qiuli closed his eyes tiredly and said to himself in an inaudible voice: "Heaven will not destroy me. After Cui Gang woke up, I made an explanation to him. This guy Le Yiqin came at the right time."

It’s time!”

Le Yiqin's fleet, consisting of nearly 400 fighter jets, arrived in the Selenge River airspace in less than forty minutes. This was when Meng Qingpeng's fleet was engaged in a bitter battle.

Flying over the battlefield, Le Yiqin swept his eyes and took in the situation of the battlefield in the air and on the ground. He grinned and thought to himself: "Hey, the fight is so lively and messy, how do I start?"

(To be continued)(To be continued...)