Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Time goes back to fifteen minutes ago, in the middle of the Qiongzhou Strait.

At an altitude of five thousand meters, dozens of twin-engine fighters are soaring above the sea of ​​clouds at a cruising speed of 483 kilometers per hour.

As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. Thanks to the previous experience of escorting the transport aircraft formation of the Marine Brigade, Captain Wang Hai's support efficiency this time can be said to have reached a new high.

It is worth mentioning that.

At this time when the atmosphere should have been serious, a unique personal concert was staged in the pilot aircraft at the forefront of the entire combat formation.

"Huangfengling, 800 miles, was once a rich land outside the pass. Once the rat plague arose out of thin air, the smoke and miasma were far away from the world. Without a father and a king, there is no law, and there is no heaven to protect those who do evil."

"Fortunately, the Great Sage borrowed the power of Buddha, and the evil wind was temporarily suppressed."

Ultra-long-distance long-distance flights, even ace pilots need to face many challenges. In particular, how to relieve the dual fatigue of psychology and physiology has always been one of the problems that comrades need to solve.

Fortunately, the Mosquito is a two-seat fighter.

During the long flight, the bombardier and navigator in the co-pilot seat can find ways to relieve boredom, just like Fang Ziyi who is howling at this moment.

Due to the existence of the thermobaric cabin, his singing voice is full of energy.

Coupled with the lyrics adapted from classic masterpieces, the refreshing effect is simply unparalleled.

"That's enough. Did you learn this storytelling from Director Huang? A tone-deaf teacher can't teach a good apprentice."

"Learn something good in the future. If you really can't do it, go to the 1st Marine Brigade to find Li Yunlong. He will definitely be willing to teach you the Yellow River Cantata."

When Fang Ziyi sang a rhythmic Sanxian tune again in a poor Shaanxi dialect, Captain Wang Hai frowned unbearably.

To be honest, singing and listening to songs can indeed relieve fatigue, but his comrades seemed to be a little too excited.

This scene is very similar to the PLA military band participating in the Russian International Military Music Festival.

If the regiment commander and political commissar are not at home, let's march into the concert hall and play some jazz for the party.

When people are embarrassed, they usually pretend to be busy. After hearing the captain's complaints, Fang Ziyi first pretended to look at the clouds outside the cabin, and then took up the conversation.

"Hehe, the Yellow River Cantata, why didn't I think of it before. After this mission is over, I will definitely go to Brigade Commander Li to learn from him."

Just as the two were chatting, the beautiful scenery of the coastline suddenly emerged from the gaps in the clouds.

Seeing this, Captain Wang Hai decisively picked up the communicator placed in front of him and calmly and calmly issued a new order to the entire combat formation.

"Comrades, we are about to arrive at the final destination of this operation: Haikou Dayingshan Airport. Everyone, keep your eyes open and be sure to carefully observe the surrounding airspace environment to prevent your whereabouts from being exposed in advance."

"Everyone, step up! Launch a surprise attack on the enemy at maximum speed!"

"Got it!"

As soon as these words came out, all the pilots pushed the gas collectively.

Accompanied by bursts of hawk-like roars, all the Mosquito tactical bombers followed the pace of their captains and burst out at an incredible speed of 694 kilometers per hour.

Feeling the strong push back, Fang Ziyi said with envy:

"This new model, new engine, is really powerful. It is estimated that it will not be long before the headquarters will let our Air Force establish the fourth division-level unit."

"Alas, I don't know when our Second Division can fly new aircraft. Compared with the upgraded Mosquito, the Sabre Typhoon is still a bit lacking."

"Look forward to the storm!"

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That's right, the aircraft supporting the 1st Marine Brigade this time is a tactical bomber, not the twin-engine heavy fighter that previously escorted the transport aircraft formation.

It was a coincidence.

When the comrades of the Weapon Experimental Research Bureau independently developed and manufactured a more advanced Republic of China version of the "Gray Falcon" engine, the always stingy awakening tiger unexpectedly exploded a wave of gold coins.

After half a day of loading and updating, the scientific research related to tactical bombers has undergone earth-shaking changes.

When Huang He checked the new dynamics, he was surprised to find that the awakening kitten not only skipped the Wellington, which was in service in 1936, but also unlocked the Beaufort shore-based bomber, which was outdated as soon as it was in service.

This operation is simple and crude, which is equivalent to the system freeing up a scientific research slot for Huang, and helping TG save 120 days of scientific research cooling period.

Well, it turned out to be a scientific research acceleration card, which is very reasonable.

Of course, the unexpected surprise this time is far more than that. Compared with the two backward and outdated equipment, the subsequent unlocked tactical bombers are the top priority.

This new Mosquito is equipped with two engines with the technological level of 1946, and its total horsepower has reached 4060.

Such an exaggerated power can definitely stop all the fighters and interceptors currently in service and in the future of the Japanese army and navy from moving forward.

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After flying southeast for about five minutes, the Eighth Route Army Air Force that came to support arrived at the mission airspace.

Looking at the faintly visible cross-shaped runway below, as well as the hangars, oil depots and logistics support buildings distributed around the runway, Captain Wang Hai once again ordered through the radio:

"Attention all crews! Attention all crews!"

"We have arrived at Haikou Dayingshan Airport and are about to enter the combat position! Everyone lower the altitude, attack freely, and be sure to eliminate all enemies!"

"Don't be afraid of damaging the airport facilities. The Qiongya Independent Team has a good mass base in the local area. After the war, there will naturally be someone responsible for maintenance and renovation."

"Action begins!"

After speaking, Captain Wang Hai took the lead in launching a shallow dive, aiming directly at the hangar group behind the left side of the runway.

The rest of the comrades were naturally unwilling to lag behind. Everyone manipulated their own Mosquitoes and launched an overwhelming saturation attack on the predetermined target.

In the process of lowering the altitude, Captain Wang couldn't help but think of an incident that made him feel uncomfortable.

It was also the South China Sea, and it was also fighting the enemy, but the gap between the enemy and our equipment that time was completely opposite to the current situation. In order to monitor and intercept the EP-3, a sea and air guard could no longer embark on the road home.

After a short distraction, Captain Wang Hai glanced at Fang Ziyi, who was diagonally behind his seat.

Then, he smiled with relief, and then whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

"Based on the current development speed of TG, there will definitely be no more collisions in the future. Although 81192 is gone, we have the new 192."

"No matter now or in the future, all enemies are not qualified to say in front of us that they are talking to China from a position of strength." (End of this chapter)