Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Facts have proved that the Japs brainwashed by Bushido simply cannot withstand provocation.

A few seconds after seeing the signal flare take off, Misawa Takahiro led thirty-one fighter planes to adjust their angles in the air and began to dive towards the air defense positions in Luoyang City.

In fact, when facing off against the Type 97 fighter jets, the Soviet-made M1939 37mm anti-aircraft gun was the dominant side.

The first point is naturally because the aiming baseline of the fighter jet will change during the dive. If you want to hit the target, you need to adjust the angle of the machine gun according to the speed.

The sight line of the anti-aircraft gun remains almost unchanged, as long as you overcome fear and continue to fire.

The second advantage lies in the gun mantlet of the 37-gun. Perhaps this steel plate has no effect when facing a 12.7 mm aviation machine gun or a 20 mm cannon.

But the Japanese Type 97 fighter jet is only equipped with two small 7.7 mm water pipes.

With these weak weapons alone, as long as they are not unlucky enough to be hit by a bullet from an aircraft machine gun, they will most likely survive the duel.

"Squad leader! We seem to have angered the Japanese fighter jets!"

"Look at the momentum, how brutal it is! With just one of our cannons, three fighter jets can fly over."

The voice came from the rear of the 37th gun. In this tense moment, the only one who still had time to joke was the 67th gunner who was transporting the shells.

The two of them were holding two five-pack magazines tightly. Judging from their expressions and the tight veins on their hands, the relaxation just now was completely fake.

Soon, the Japanese fighter planes began to fire at the 37-gun, and the sound of clanking iron was heard from the gun mantlet steel plate.

Although it did not penetrate the gun mantlet, it still stimulated everyone's already tense nerves.

"come!"

The squad leader stepped on the pedal with red eyes, and high-explosive armor-piercing projectiles were fired into the sky. This cannonball is so powerful that even if it misses the target, it will shoot out a black cloud.

During the dive, the three Type 97 fighter jets were constantly maneuvering to avoid the shells. They fired with small water pipes from time to time, but the effect was never very good, and the two sides actually fell into a stalemate.

At a position of 400 meters above the ground, a shell hit the bullseye.

The Type 97 fighter jet without armor protection seemed to have hit an invisible big hand. Then with a gentle push of his big hand, the Japanese plane exploded in the air like a crushed ant.

At the end of the current round, the remaining two fighters pulled up their noses and climbed, looking for an angle to attack again.

Theoretically, the aircraft is at its weakest during this process. It's a pity that the 37 cannon shells have been fired, and a great opportunity has been missed.

The squad leader stepped on the pedal hard twice, and when he realized there was no ammunition, he shouted:

"Load! Five degrees to the right!"

"Third brother! Keep following! Don't let the enemy run away!"

After a while, everyone discovered that the fifth gunner did not carry out the order.

Just when the squad leader was about to curse, he found that the fifth gunner's eyes were red and tears could not stop flowing down.

Since everyone was very focused during the battle, they only had eyes for the enemy aircraft and did not observe the surrounding situation at all. When they came to their senses, the 67 gunners and observers were already lying in a pool of blood.

Although the gun shield can block bullets for one to five gunners, the remaining three can only be exposed to the outside world.

Similar situations occurred in other positions. For a time, the anti-aircraft firepower in the entire Luoyang City was suddenly reduced by half.

The comrade he had known day and night fell beside him, and even the oldest squad leader was in a daze for a few seconds. But the enemy would not leave time to make everyone sad. The squad leader ordered without thinking:

"Quick! Reload first!"

But at this moment, the plane on guard at the edge of the city was suddenly blown up by a volley, and dozens of fighter jets that the preserved fruit soldiers had never seen passed through the clouds and arrived at the battlefield!

"Eighth Route Army plane! Squad leader! Look!"

Unexpectedly, the old squad leader had already left his running position. He picked up the brother who was still alive and dead and ran towards the building that had not yet collapsed.

"What fun is there to watch! Come two of me and save people!"

"The remaining two find a way to push the cannon to a safe position! We are no longer needed on the battlefield! Now firing the cannon may accidentally damage friendly fighter jets!"

"Quick! Act quickly!"

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Time went back two hours ago, after the Eighth Route Army headquarters received a request for help telegram from the commander of the First Theater Zone. The deputy commander-in-chief immediately ordered the First Air Division to be dispatched and rushed to Luoyang City for support.

Although all the staff knew that the Japanese might be trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, they still had to rush forward even though they knew it was a trap.

After all, the senior officials of the Eighth Route Army are not some god of war who blows up the garden entrance and can ignore the life and death of ordinary people.

Based on the intelligence from the Commander of the Guard, Captain Wang Hai decided to dispatch twice the number of enemy army aviation. In this way, they will not be ambushed by the Japanese, nor will they lose too much combat effectiveness on the frontal battlefield.

In order to let the chicks grow up as quickly as possible while reducing casualties. Currently, the First Air Division adopts the strategy of one veteran leading three new players, exchanging extremely high risks for valuable battlefield experience.

"Xiao Zhang, how does it feel to fly the Hurricane for the first time? It's much more powerful than your Fighter fighter!"

"If you can kill a Type 97 fighter jet this time, you will be considered an old comrade when you return. When our border aviation school recruits new students after the battle, you will also have the opportunity to lead the team yourself."

Hearing Captain Wang Hai's teasing words, Zhang Changcun smiled shyly in the cabin.

Due to the fast pace of the battle, the comrades of the First Air Division rushed between the battlefield and the field airport in southeast Shanxi almost every minute and every second.

When the Hurricane pilots are resting, Fighter pilots with good records can also transfer to attack.

"Team Wang, when we first arrived at Zhongtiao Mountain, our batch was all newbies. The youngest was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and several people in the team came here this way."

"Now, many comrades have left us forever."

"Now I just want to practice my skills well so that I can provide cover for my comrades at critical moments. I really can't let anyone die anymore."

When the Kongyi Division rushed to the battlefield from the border area, there were 339 soldiers.

Although the performance of the Hurricane is better than that of the Type 97 fighter, and the fighter can barely deal with the enemy, the experience of the comrades is still far behind.

Faced with the Japanese's fearless fighting style, many soldiers were dragged into the water by the enemy who exchanged one life for another before dying, including many instructors from the aviation school.

After three days of fighting, forty-one pilots have stayed in Shanxi forever. They always use their lives to protect the blue sky of the motherland.

The radio rang twice, but no sound came out, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

In the end, Captain Wang Hai spoke. He didn't say anything sensational, but just gave orders to the three newcomers in the formation.

"We are about to enter the boundary of Henan Province. Enter at the 800-meter point. Accelerate and prepare to jump! Take the height and be ready for battle at any time!"

"Three, two, one! Cut in!"

Four people pushed oil at the same time, and the propeller rotated faster and faster. With a buzzing sound, a Spitfire and three Hurricanes passed through the middle cloud layer and reached the most suitable altitude for fighting.

Two hours later, seventy-two fighter jets arrived over Luoyang City. The moment they emerged from the clouds, the soldiers of the First Air Division saw the Japanese Lu Hang attacking the air defense position.

Obviously, the warning force left by Misawa Takahiro worked, and the four Japs gave their lives to send the final warning.

Lieutenant Colonel, who was still fighting with the AA men, immediately made a gesture and issued an order on the communication channel.

"Climb! Quick! Don't let the enemy swoop over our heads!"

"Baga! Who said that the relationship between preserved fruits and the Eighth Route Army is very bad? If we go back safely, we must cut those pigs who are engaged in intelligence into pieces!"

Although the theory of energy maneuver has not been formally summarized, experienced army aviation members know the importance of altitude in air combat. Whoever seizes the high point will seize the opportunity.

Following behind their own master, the Japs suddenly pulled the control stick, and thirty Type 97 fighter jets climbed up at a high angle of attack.

When transitioning from dive to climb, the pilot needs to bear a huge amount of overload due to gravity acceleration.

Generally, you will feel an invisible pressure on your body. The most intuitive feeling is that the face is pulled down and it is difficult to lift the hands, and the head and neck feel like someone is pressing down from behind.

However, the Army Aviation members of the Central China Front seemed to be possessed by Showa Superman. Not only did they ignore the huge load, they also maneuvered with the overload while climbing at extremely high speeds.

It fully reflects the strong physical fitness and combat experience.

At this time, the performance of the fighter jet is extremely important.

If the Japanese were driving the Type 4 Gale, it would really be possible to turn the corner with their incredible climb rate. But the Type 97 fighter should stand aside, no matter how hard we try, it will be useless.

After climbing less than 500 meters, the Japanese decisively gave up their current tactics and changed from climbing at a high angle of attack to level flight.

After being unable to gain a height advantage, the thirty Type 97 fighter jets made evasive maneuvers one after another.

Among them, 70% of the Japanese chose the roller. If the attacker is a rookie, this move can make him crash or overshoot.

There are also a small number of skilled people who boldly make sharp turns with excessive overload. This takes advantage of the characteristic of the enemy aircraft's reduced roll rate when it dives at high speed.

Captain Wang Hai fell from the sky and quickly bit a Type 97 fighter jet.

Facing the ghost-like spitting fire, Misawa Takahiro performed a diagonal rolling maneuver. During this process, he kept staring at the fighter plane numbered 079.

The old devil is waiting for the opponent to make a mistake, once the opponent misjudges the flight speed. He can get rid of the lock and complete the counterattack in the first time.

But Captain Wang Hai has long seen through everything, biting the opponent's six o'clock position tightly like a robot, and can easily see through no matter what maneuver the opponent makes.

Ten seconds later, Captain Wang Hai pressed the launch button unhurriedly.

Two western guns and four 7.7mm anti-aircraft machine guns installed under the wings opened fire simultaneously. The trajectory of the tracer bullet was like a burning stream of light, accurately and elegantly entangling the enemy aircraft ahead.

boom! Fireball! Star plus one!

Before he died, Misawa Takahiro's mind was filled with reminders from his companions.

"Did you meet 079? He was indeed a formidable opponent. He was completely crushed."

On the other hand, Zhang Changxun focused on an enemy plane that was forced to change to level flight during the dive stage.

Before the battle began, Captain Wang Hai repeatedly emphasized that we must not circle and bite each other's tails with the Japanese in the horizontal direction.

This is the enemy's best tactic, and it can also squeeze the Type 97 fighter's performance to the limit.

He followed the captain's orders and always maintained his altitude advantage before the battle began. After selecting the target, dive towards the enemy aircraft, and then attack from six points higher.

But novices are novices after all, and the whole process lacks spirituality and is very formulaic.

In addition, this was not the first time that Shinkawa Ryoma encountered BZ tactics, and he had already discovered Zhang Changcun's intention in advance.

Facing the surprise attack, the Japanese pulled the joystick in the opposite direction, causing the fighter plane to roll 180 degrees while descending. With a breaking S maneuver, he completed a six-point climb to escape and bite a dragon.

This is an excellent breakaway maneuver. Pursuing high-speed fighters often fail to react in time and miss good shooting opportunities.

Originally, Shinkawa Ryoma could escape from the war zone at high speed, after all, everyone now has an opponent. If you are determined to run away, no one will chase you for a while.

But all he could think about was hatred for the Eighth Route Army Air Force. After biting Zhang Changcun's six o'clock position, he attacked crazily with two small 7.7 mm water pipes.

There was nothing wrong with the Hurricane fighter, but a bullet that leaked out of nowhere hit the thigh and the shoulder. Fortunately, another Hurricane in the formation helped Zhang Changcun out.

It was the same tactic of swooping in. 12 aircraft machine guns fired wildly, and in just a few seconds, thick smoke billowed out from the Japs' wings.

Shinkawa Ryoma raised his hand in pain, which was filled with blood.

In the wave of attacks just now, at least a dozen bullets entered his cockpit, not only piercing his thigh, but also annihilating his descendants.

But it doesn't matter. Even if there is no chicken and flying eggs, you will die. The nature is the same.

The pain did not last long, and the wing of the Type 97 fighter suddenly broke and fell off. The entire plane lost its balance and control, spinning in a circle and falling to the ground.

Although Zhang Changcun was not killed on the spot, his gunshot wounds and blood loss had made him confused. The fighter jet lost control and fell toward the ground at an oblique downward angle.

The young soldier was unable to sit up straight, and he only managed to avoid falling down by the pull of the seat belt.

He closed his eyes and put his forehead on the equipment in front of him to support himself. He leaned face down and gasped in pain, repeating one sentence instinctively:

"I want to return, I want, I want to go home."

The leader's call came over the radio:

"Zhang Changcun! Zhang Changcun! I am Wang Hai, can you hear me!?"

"Left rudder! Left rudder! To the northwest! To the northwest is our aviation school!! 109 East Longitude, 36 North Latitude is the border area! This is your home!"

"Hurry up and skydive!"

As if hearing the captain's call, Zhang Changcun opened the canopy with his last breath.

There were no ejection seats during World War II. If the pilot wanted to complete the parachuting process, he had to jump out of the cockpit himself. If he was unlucky, he might hit the tail fin.

After he was ready to skydive, he first unbuckled his seat belt. Then he flew the plane upside down and parachuted out of the plane.

Although this method is very dangerous, due to shoulder and leg injuries, he has lost the ability to climb out of the cockpit, this is the best method at present.

Captain Wang Hai breathed a sigh of relief after seeing a white umbrella flower blooming in the sky. As long as you complete the parachuting action, there is hope of survival.

The air battle above had long affected the hearts of the people on the ground. Seeing the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army being hit and parachuting, Commander Wei personally took several military doctors to a truck.

There may be more at night, but it will be very late!

No more, not written down