Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Contrary to many people's stereotypes, the Japanese army's recruitment requirements have never been strict. As early as the first half of 1934, they started a system of recruiting aviation talents in line with the old Western powers.

Thanks to this relatively enlightened policy, IJA has never lacked pilots throughout World War II.

Even in the Battle of Nomonhan, the Kwantung Army Aviation and VVS fought with bayonets and destroyed half of the Manchurian air force, but the Japanese were able to regroup in the shortest time.

Of course, if resources are insufficient and you want to recruit soldiers widely, you will have to pay a certain price.

The "Kamikaze Agents" who inexplicably left the formation on the battlefield are one of the problems exposed under this system.

"Baga, pull up the nose of the plane, what are you idiots doing! Stare at the instrument panel, fly based on the instrument's indications, don't blindly trust your eyes and perception."

"Hurry up and think about the remedy I told you in the operation class, come back quickly!"

"Pull up!"

Seeing the trainee and subordinate driving the fighter plane at a 45-degree angle and diving straight to the ground, the Japanese Army Aviation Squadron Leader of the support unit panicked.

The old devil hurriedly picked up the communicator and screamed loudly in the combat channel. He kept emphasizing the technical essentials and tried to save the lives of the trainees through on-site guidance.

Unfortunately, the accident happened quickly and suddenly.

The series of emergency plans he formulated before departure had no room to play.

"Boom! Boom!"

With a series of violent explosions and bright flames that illuminated half of the night, those Type 97 fighters that were misoperated turned into fragments all over the sky, scattered on the Jinpu Railway like broadsword mines.

Several Japanese pilots who were not well-trained even went to meet Tianhuang on the spot.

This mysterious operation once stunned the comrades of the Second Air Division. In ancient times, Zhang Fei drank and broke the Dangyang Bridge. Could it be that they could scare the Japanese to death with the majestic appearance of the Storm fighter?

After a brief confusion, Fang Ziyi, who had more combat experience, finally saw through everything. He decisively picked up the communicator and ordered the confused soldiers:

"Spatial disorientation, the pilots of the Japanese fighters encountered spatial disorientation! Even with someone leading the way, they could still make major mistakes, and even before they died, there was no remedial measure at all. There must be a large number of novices in the enemy's support squadron."

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him!"

"Everyone, come with me, go and pinch the weak persimmon! Try to completely break up the combat formation of the Japanese Army Aviation in the first wave of attack."

"Received!"

Spatial disorientation, to put it bluntly, is the confusion of spatial sense that occurs when pilots fly through clouds or at night.

This kind of loss of sense of direction, or even difficulty in judging one's own pitch angle, is not uncommon, and it happens from time to time even in air combat games and simulators.

Human perception is sometimes so unreliable.

There are many reasons for the above-mentioned air crashes, but the culprit is still the mental fatigue caused by continuous combat.

In order to deal with the almost endless and terrifying air raids of the Second Air Division, the pilots of the Japanese Army Aviation are on standby almost 24 hours a day, and they will take off and attack as soon as there is any sign of trouble.

After ten days of hard work, their physical strength and energy have reached their limits.

Driving when fatigued will cause frequent accidents, let alone driving a fighter.

In addition to mental fatigue, obstructed vision is also one of the causes. The Japanese crashed before dawn, and there was no stable reference target in the airspace and on the ground at that time.

In a dark and unfamiliar environment, they were rookie pilots and fatigued driving. To be honest, with so many layers of negative states stacked together, it is difficult for even the toughest people to survive.

"Climb, keep climbing, the current altitude is not high enough."

"We are not in a good position in numbers, so don't rush to test the medium and low altitude combat performance of the Storm. Our first task is to kill the enemy's manpower."

After giving the order to attack, Fang Ziyi and his wingman took the lead and attacked decisively.

Both of them are elite, and their ability to grasp the opportunity is even better. They took advantage of the time when the Japanese were in chaos, converted the speed advantage of their fighters into an altitude advantage, and then converted the potential energy into kinetic energy.

Life and death are in a moment.

Even though some of the Japanese moved and evaded in time at the reminder of their respective squadron leaders, two Type 97 fighters that did not react quickly enough were hit in the air and turned into sparks.

After the dive attack, the two Storm fighters immediately left the battlefield at full speed, and then climbed again to prepare for the next raid.

"Team Fang! If I shoot down one more enemy plane, I can officially become an ace pilot!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's continue the attack. This kind of soft persimmon that doesn't fight back is the first time I have seen it since I joined the army."

Hearing the excited cheers of the wingman pilot, Fang Ziyi couldn't help but smile. In fact, his current mentality is very similar to those hardcore players who are addicted to riding and slashing in later generations.

In this mission, the comrades who bombed the 23rd Division of the Japanese Army with him were like the senior soldiers at the top of the list of riding and slashing troops.

They grew from "peasants" holding "pitchforks" to fearless pioneers wearing scale armor and swords and shields to open the way. They participated in and witnessed the rise of the Second Air Division from an unknown to the best in Asia.

Such elites, the loss of one would make Fang Ziyi feel very distressed.

So every time he was on a mission, he would repeatedly remind everyone to pay attention to safety, and not to underestimate the enemy even if they were weak.

"Okay, we still have enough ammunition, so I will attack with you again. But you have to remember that a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit, so you must not underestimate the enemy."

"This time you will attack, and I will be the wingman."

"Okay!"

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At noon that day, Chuncheng.

During the days when the 3rd Air Division covered the ground forces moving south, the senior officers of the Kwantung Army's aviation were not idle.

At this time, in the combat meeting room of the Second Air Force, the commander-in-chief, Lieutenant General Suzuki, was gathering in front of a special map for air combat with a group of senior officers.

"Gentlemen, why don't you speak? Have you all become mute?"

"In the Battle of Nomonhan, the Second Flying Group was not afraid of the enemy even though most of them were destroyed. Why did everyone show fear before the battle when facing the Eighth Route Army Air Force, which was established less than two years ago?"

"Come on, cheer up. The soldiers on the front line need air support, and Commander-in-Chief Mei Jin has repeatedly asked us when to attack. Time waits for no one, so we must brainstorm."

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After the failure of the two large-scale air battles in Zhongtiao Mountain and Xinkou, the current Benzi Army Aviation has long put away its contempt.

Although the old devils are very reluctant, they have to admit that the Eighth Route Army Air Force is really supermodel, and the speed of strengthening is even faster than their army.

To deal with this level of enemy, the Third Flying Division of the North China Front Army and their Second Air Force are definitely not enough.

And they can only outsmart, not attack.

Facts have proved that the method of provoking is always effective for devil officers. When Suzuki Ryumichi reprimanded his subordinates in a sarcastic tone, the commanders of the two flight groups immediately became anxious.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, you are too much! We are not afraid of the Eighth Route Army Air Force!"

"The reason why everyone is silent is that they are thinking about the most appropriate response plan. If there is no need to consider losses, casualties and threats from the north, the Second Air Force can attack with all its forces."

"But we can't mobilize all our forces at all."

In early June this year, the Kwantung Army carried out unprecedented reinforcement and integration of its air forces.

The current Second Air Force has two flight groups, the 2nd and 5th, equipped with a total of 1,025 combat aircraft of various types.

If the two old devils, Meijiro Umezu and Suzuki Ryumichi, can really make up their minds and go all-in to attack with all their forces.

The 400 fighters plus 410 light and heavy bombers can indeed pose a certain degree of threat to the Eighth Route Army Air Force and the Shandong Provincial Military Region.

But the problem is that they don't have such great power at all. The strength of 20 flying squadrons is the limit of the two.

After a period of hard thinking, it was finally the head of the 2nd Flying Group, Teramoto Kumaichi, who broke the silence in the conference room. The lieutenant general cleared his throat and said with a slightly helpless tone:

"Okay, the main force of the Army Aviation this time is our Flying Group, so the final plan is still determined by me."

"I think the best strategy is to use the 3rd Flying Division as bait and let those fast-trained recruits disperse the limited strength of the enemy air force in Shandong Province."

"If the rookies can't fight, it's always okay to run. Even if there are more than 200 flying pigs, the Eighth Route Army can't catch them all in a day."

"If it doesn't work, then add a few more empty trains. Although this thing is precious, our Kwantung Army still has a lot of stock. Everything is for victory, and all of the above are inevitable sacrifices."

As soon as these words came out, the Japanese officers in the combat conference room immediately fell into deep thought. After thinking carefully, they suddenly felt that Teramoto Kumaichi's plan was feasible.

There is no way. If we talk about the quality of individual aircraft and the overall quantity, the Second Flight Group is at a disadvantage.

Only when they form a situation of fighting with more against fewer in the local battlefield, will they have a chance to achieve a tactical victory.

Besides, their own headquarters must have similar ideas. Otherwise, when replenishing the 3rd Flight Division, the mainland would not deliberately miss the available talents and instead select a large number of liberal arts students to fill the numbers.

"Okay, then I will send someone to report the plan now. If everything goes well, your Second Flight Group can attack tomorrow."

"Don't let those rookies die in vain. You must achieve a record of no less than 1:1, otherwise I can't shut up Okamura Neiji."

"Okay, leave it to me."

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At the same time, Liugong Island.

Compared with more than a month ago, there are basically no major changes on the island except for the addition of hundreds of anti-aircraft guns of various calibers.

Even the group of ugly people who were supposed to go to the mountain city at the beginning of this month chose to stay and fight because of the upcoming attack of the devils.

If we must say that there are any changes in the North Sea Fleet, it is probably only the light cruiser La Motte-Pickett, which is docked in the dock for modification. (End of this chapter)