Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Time goes back to an hour and a half ago, Taiyuan Chengbei Airport.

This is the first airport built by the Egg Dancer in Shanxi. Originally, there was only a simple single-lane dirt runway, which was used by the Jinsui Army to train its own aviation team.

At the end of November, considering the increasing number of fighter planes and the frequency of high-intensity missions, the headquarters simply sent a professional engineering team to expand Chengbei into a permanent airport with a cement runway.

And the Second Air Division is located here.

"Captain Wang, Captain Fang, General Lin sent a telegram, the front line requires us to arrive at the battlefield in half an hour."

Hearing this, Fang Ziyi looked at his watch and said with some surprise:

"The enemy's speed is quite fast, dozens of minutes earlier than I thought. Call back the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region immediately and say that the Second Air Division will complete the mission."

After the communicator left, the first local ace pilot of the Eighth Route Army raised his eyebrows and issued a challenge to Captain Wang Hai, who was both his teacher and friend.

"Captain Wang, we haven't been on a mission together for a while since the establishment of the Second Division. How about a competition today to see who has a higher offensive efficiency?"

"According to intelligence, there are still many armored units left in the cavalry group, and there are even one or two hidden 105 heavy artillery positions, which can barely be considered a good sandbag."

"How about it, are you interested in a competition?"

Although this operation is mainly based on the task of bombing the ground. But considering the safety issue, the First Air Division still sent some crews to escort.

After all, the North China Front Army still has some fighter planes, and they can't treat the devils as human beings.

Since there are many novices in this group of soldiers, and even a few rookies who are on the battlefield for the first time, Captain Wang Hai decided to lead the team himself after thinking about it.

They came to the base of the brother unit in advance, and they would take off and rush to the battlefield together as soon as they received the order.

Faced with the sudden challenge, Captain Wang took it without hesitation.

"Okay, if the enemy planes don't show up, let's have a competition. I'll personally check your current level."

"As usual, the artillery position of the cavalry group is left to you. For fairness, my bombs will be used to bomb the enemy's infantry. As for the final result, the winner will be determined by the number of tanks and armored vehicles destroyed by each party."

"You are good at shooting machine guns and rockets, so there will be no problem."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ziyi immediately showed an excited expression. Although he is already a commander of a division-level unit, he is essentially just a 24-year-old young man.

There are not many opportunities to compete with his teacher, so he is naturally full of excitement and expectation.

As for whether rockets and machine guns can blow up the Type 97 medium tank, it is completely beyond the scope of their thinking.

After all, even a 20mm Western gun has a penetration depth of 26mm after replacing the ground-piercing armor-piercing shell chain.

If the angle is right or the luck is against the sky, it can even directly penetrate the 25mm frontal armor of the Type 97 medium tank, and the relatively thin sides and top are not difficult at all.

In a sense, the fighters equipped with Hispano cannons are not much different from the Cannon Bird and Il-2 on the Asian battlefield. This is the advantage of the regional matching mechanism.

As for leaving Fang Ziyi in the artillery position, this has become an unspoken understanding between the master and the apprentice.

There is no way, who made the industrial strength of the Japanese relatively poor, and the 105mm barreled gun is only equipped at the division level. If you want to achieve the achievement of destroying 150 artillery positions, you can only make concessions internally.

Oh, this damn desire to win.

After a while, Fang Ziyi waved his fist and said excitedly:

"Okay, it's a deal!"

"Today I want to show my comrades what it means to eat fries!"

Hearing the word "eat fries", Captain Wang Hai shook his head helplessly.

The marks of the Japanese Army ranks below warrant officer during World War II are really similar to the icons of Battlefield 5, which can barely be regarded as a kind of fries.

But even so, suddenly hearing this word that does not belong to the current era still makes Captain Wang a little uncomfortable.

After a moment, he pretended to be serious and said:

"You always come up with something new for me. In the future, don't learn those messy things from Director Huang. It's better to train more recruits!"

"Besides, have you ever eaten French fries? Kill the enemy, don't lead the recruits astray!"

"Okay!"

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While talking, the master and apprentice had already arrived at the scheduled meeting place. Looking at the faces in front of him, who were only 20 years old on average, Fang Ziyi smiled from the bottom of his heart.

A year ago, he and his comrades had just returned to the border area from the border. More than 50 of them officially opened the air force for the army.

Just as Fang Ziyi was filled with emotion, Captain Wang patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the podium in front and said: "Go ahead, you will host today's mobilization meeting. Choose your words well to inspire the fighting spirit of the comrades and eliminate the tension and fear in the hearts of the new recruits." Encouraged by his teacher, the youngest division-level cadre in the current Eighth Route Army stepped forward and slowly spoke to his comrades. "I know that many of you are flying fighter planes to kill the enemy for the first time, and you will be more or less nervous and uneasy. I understand your current state." "In fact, a year ago, my performance was even worse than yours."

"On the day we first set off from the border, our group was still worried about whether there were planes in the border area. Where to get the fuel and whether there would be enough ammunition were issues we kept discussing on the way."

"In the air battle at Zhongtiao Mountain, without the desperate cover of my wingman, I would have died even in the first battle."

At this point, some comrades who came from border aviation schools laughed involuntarily. In this cheerful atmosphere, the recruits also relaxed a lot.

Recalling it, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Even counting a few combat heroes, the entire Eighth Route Army Air Force had less than 60 people, including ground support teams and maintenance technicians.

But according to statistics from the entire military last month, the number of official pilots with combat qualifications has approached 600, and they can take off more than 500 aircraft at a time.

If you include the senior students from the Border Aviation School, the number reaches one thousand.

Among them, there are also seventeen ace pilots.

According to Huang He, the Eighth Route Army has now officially entered the stage of equipping and waiting for people. Surpassing the book will only happen in the next year.

Calculating the time, from the formal establishment of the army to the present, it only takes one year.

Perhaps compared with Desan, Pasta, Benzi, Mao Xiong, Daiying, and Chouguo, this kind of cultivation speed is nothing, or even a little slow.

However, the above-mentioned countries either had civilian pilot training programs before the war and were able to quickly select a large number of people with flying skills when the war broke out.

Either there have been professional aviation school institutions for a long time, and a large number of elites have been cultivated through early accumulation.

Of course, there is also a rather evil system like Daiying, which can mobilize the power of most of the Commonwealth at a critical moment to quickly train tens of thousands of pilots in Canada.

But what does the Eighth Route Army have?

To put it bluntly, the Eighth Route Army had no foundation at all. Except for a small number of elites who were arranged by their superiors to study for a rainy day, there were only blind people who seemed to be unable to get rid of them no matter how hard they scanned.

Being able to train a thousand pilots in one year is a feat!

After all, looking at the Republic of China in 1941, excluding the entire united front of TG, it is still unknown whether a thousand formal pilots with combat effectiveness can be gathered.

Of course, we can’t just see the glamor on the surface, nor can we ignore or forget the firm belief behind it.

In the hands of the army morale wizard and the deputy commander-in-chief, each has a list of comrades who have died in the past year. Those densely packed names are the price.

The difficulty of pilot training is far beyond that of the general army.

Infantrymen may suffer various injuries during training. But as long as you don't commit suicide, there is almost no danger to your life.

Even if the more difficult armored soldiers drive the Cicada tank into a ditch during training, they will rarely suffer casualties, most of which will be broken bones or something.

But the Air Force.

As long as an accident occurs to the students, it means that they have stepped into the gate of hell.

In the middle of World War II, ejection seats were still in their infancy. If comrades want to parachute while flying a British fighter plane, they must first jump out of the cockpit.

This is not a simple technical action. Many students don't even grasp the correct time to practice skydiving.

Just take a look at the flight students in the Commonwealth and you will know that on average, a major accident will occur every 900 hours of flying for the various training aircraft in the school.

In just one year from October 1942 to 1943, 6,000 people died in various flight schools.

So, it is definitely a feat for the Eighth Route Army to train nearly a thousand pilots with a solid foundation within a year with minimal casualties.

This number will grow exponentially in the future.

What's more, the comrades not only learned driving skills, but also learned aircraft-related subjects and technologies. They are still young and their learning ability has not yet reached its limit.

Even at the end of the war, when the Eighth Route Army's air force mastered the technology of jet fighters, they could learn to master it quickly.

Seeing the cheerful warriors in the audience, Fang Ziyi calmed down and continued:

"What I want to say is that there is absolutely no need for anyone to be afraid or uneasy."

"For the escort division, our aircraft are more advanced and our numbers are greater than theirs. Even if there is a slight gap in technology, it will be difficult for the Japs to shoot down the Spitfire."

"Comrades of the Second Division, there is only one thing you need to think about, and that is how to grab a piece of meat from your teammates' mouths. As for the anti-aircraft guns?"

At this point, Fang Ziyi pretended to pause, and then put his ear towards the crowd.

"Twist and dodge! The little devil's army field air defense system, Tokusan's Bodhisattva navy will shake their heads when they see it."

"Hahaha!"

The unanimous shouts of the veterans of the Second Air Division completely eliminated the uneasiness in the hearts of the new recruits. However, there was one person with a dark face at the scene, and that was Captain Wang Hai.

"Go, go, don't make a fuss. Just squirm and get away. Don't listen to your captain's nonsense."

"If the escort crew encounters a tough situation, they must call nearby comrades. If they encounter force majeure, they can evacuate the battlefield with my approval."

"Second Division, I know that most of you are elites. The field air defense of the North China Front is indeed very average, but you must not develop the habit of underestimating the enemy."

"We will have to face the Kwantung Army in the future, and some comrades may have to board ships to face the Combined Fleet in the future. The task of bombing our homeland is also yours. If you don't face the enemy, something will happen sooner or later."

Obviously, the old captain's words are very useful.

The soldiers no longer underestimated the enemy, and each of them secretly made up his mind. Even our North China Eagle lowered his head in embarrassment.

After a while, Captain Wang Hai looked at his watch, and then ordered everyone: "Let's go! This battle! Let's take back North China!"

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Half an hour later, ninety-three Typhoon fighter jets took off one after another. The obvious palatal air intake perfectly explains what rugged aesthetics is.

Surrounding the close support aircraft were twenty-four elegant Spitfires.

Although they are said to be escorts, in fact, the mission of these fighter jets is very easy. They are just to prevent the possible appearance of Japanese Army aviation from disturbing the fraternal troops licking the ground.

After all, with the performance of the Typhoon and the technology of the Second Air Division, it is completely possible to eliminate the Type 97, Type 1 Fighting Falcon and Type 2 Zhong Kui while bombing the cavalry group.

As for the reason for taking early action, it was also very simple. Although the Chengbei Airport was only more than 180 kilometers away from the left-wing battlefield in Dai County, it could be reached in about 20 minutes.

But at night, it is not easy to dispatch and take off hundreds of fighter planes at once, not to mention that flying in the early morning is much more difficult than during the day.

Fortunately, the headquarters and the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region had already made preparations and temporarily built a large number of indicator lighthouses between Taiyuan and Xinkou. As long as you fly along the lights, you will never get lost or yaw. (End of chapter)