Rise from eight hundred.

The headquarters of the 17th Division of Hualuling.

"I said Tang Datuan, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd? Tell me quickly!" The white-haired division commander of the 17th division saw the man who arrived at his division headquarters through the small road and was still drinking tea with a smile without discussing the military situation. Tang Dao was so anxious that he wanted to jump.

In the telegram two hours ago, he had repeatedly stated to Tang Dao that although the 39th Infantry Brigade was surrounded by the two armies, it was by no means a fish on the chopping board.

The Japanese army may not be able to provide ground support in the short term, but its huge air superiority made the white-haired general feel chills just thinking about it.

Was the 17th division that you swore to fight in the Battle of Paluling last year made of mud? The 1.2 army had geographical advantages and was beaten by more than 4000 Japanese troops and suffered 8000 battle losses. In addition to the artillery advantage of the Japanese army, it was more about its air superiority.

The Japanese planes swooped down from high altitude one by one, crazily strafing with the airborne machine guns, and the whips swept the trenches, and the blood and flesh flew in an instant. In fact, it was bearable, but when a 500-pound aerial bomb fell, the entire mountain seemed to be ignited , The ending of an infantry platoon being wiped out in an instant really makes any commander feel heartbroken.

His soldiers require parents to raise them for 18 years, but the Japanese only need one bomb to wipe out 50 years of painstaking efforts of 18 pairs of parents. How can he not feel pain?
Now, this situation is finally here. According to General Baifa’s idea, the infantry should be quickly organized to besiege the 39th Infantry Brigade. It was the two armies fighting together to avoid the Japanese army dispatching plane bombing.

He would rather his soldiers die in the flying bullets than watch them being torn to pieces by the bombs dropped by the Japanese army before firing a single shot.

As a result, Tang Dao was a good boy. He was not in a hurry to use infantry at all. The artillery shelled for two hours non-stop.

He also thought so, but the point is that the Japanese planes would never sit like this and watch thousands of their own people be wiped out!In particular, they can see Shimen, and the generals of the Japanese North China Front Army Command have no reason not to see it.

Originally thought that Tang Dao, who arrived at the headquarters of the 17th Division by taking a small road, would be anxious to discuss the battle situation with him and formulate new tactics. As a result, this guy claimed to be just drinking authentic yellow tea from Shaanxi Province.

Indeed, the 21st Division has been defeated, and the 39th Infantry Brigade has been besieged. The originally precarious Jindong defense has been reversed.
The Japanese currently have a huge advantage and can accept this loss, but China's second war zone can't lose this fat duck that has reached the throat. Every time the strength of the Japanese army is weakened, the pressure on the defense lines in southern Shanxi and southeastern Shanxi will be a lot less. few.

Seeing the white-haired general stomping his feet anxiously, Tang Dao smiled and put down the enamel jar, took out his pocket watch to check the time: "Hey, Mr. Zhao, I don't mean to be a secret, I just want to be with you Stand on the top of this mountain and watch a fireworks show together!"

"Ugh!" The white-haired general was speechless.

I'm not the big reporter Tantai Mingyue, is it appropriate for you to be so romantic?

"There is a poem that goes: the majestic Taihang is red at sunset, and the pine waves are bursting with trumpets!" Tang Dao recited a poem solemnly.

Xia Dayu looked at her parents with admiration. With this literary talent, it would be no problem to teach in the Chinese Department of Jinling University!

General White-haired: Let's stop showing off, okay, let's talk about business!When it comes to writing poetry, I can beat you eighteen blocks.

"It is advisable to chase after the poor with the remaining courage, and not to be famous as the overlord. If the sky has love, the sky will grow old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes!" Tang Dao looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

Xia Dayu: Although I don't understand, but I still look very powerful. Jinling University will definitely not tolerate us, sir.

General White-haired: I'm sorry, it's flying directly from the ground to the sky, isn't it?
In addition, you have been wondering what the hell the sky is, there is no company commander Tantai Mingyue here, what are you pretending to be?

"Mr. Zhao, look at the sky, as I said, there are more than a little surprises today." Tang Dao continued.

"Heaven?" The white-haired general took a telescope and looked at the blue sky and white clouds for a full ten seconds, but he didn't see the ugly Yinmao.

Afterwards, his complexion changed drastically!
There was a muffled roar of thunder in my ears!
For a general, that definitely does not mean changing the sky!
That is, the prelude to death!

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"Attention all air teams, maintain the altitude of 1500 meters and maintain the cruising speed!" A dark-faced and slightly thin young man sitting in the cockpit looked at the mountains below, picked up the wireless communicator and spoke in a non-standard manner. Said the northern dialect.

As the deputy chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force responsible for leading the team to receive the Iraqi-15 fighter jets this time, Huang Xinrui was actually very pleased.

The joy did not come from the fact that I, an overseas Chinese who had returned from the war of resistance against Japan, was valued and honored by the higher authorities, but that the Battle of Central China was in full swing, and Japanese planes came to provoke the sky over Jiangcheng, an important town in Central China, almost every day.

Since the beginning of June, the Chinese Air Force has lost more than 6 fighter planes, and the fortunes of the hundreds of fighter planes that have been saved up with great difficulty are about to be wiped out again. These 60 fighter planes are completely in need.

But now, the eyes of the deputy chief coach of the Chinese Air Force, who graduated from Qilixi Aviation School in Los Angeles, USA, are full of worry.

The sudden military order caught the instructor, who was already a major of the Chinese Air Force, a little off guard. The first battle between him, his students, and the batch of fighter planes he had just received was not over the densely populated Central China region, but over the North China, a little-known battlefield.

Tired donkey ridge?The air chart in his hand did not mark this location at all, but fortunately, there was Shimen, an important town less than 50 kilometers away, as a direction guide, so that the instructor would not lead the flight in the wrong direction.

What worries him the most is not whether he will fly in the wrong direction and fail to arrive at the battlefield on time, but that the people who came to receive the fighter planes with him this time, except for a dozen or so small captains and air team captains, are pilots with combat experience. , the remaining 40 people are all his students.

The longest training time in the air will never exceed 400 hours!

That is because China has lost too many excellent pilots during the year-long struggle, and even ace pilots like Le Yiqing, Gao Zhixing, Li Guizhou, and Liu Cuigang have shed blood in the sky to die for the country.

Just as Tokugawa Yoshimitsu said, China now wants planes but no planes, and pilots but no pilots. It can only send cadet pilots who have participated in the training for less than a year to the battlefield.

Can they be up to this battle that is destined to be head-to-head?
You know, before he led the trainees to board the plane, the intelligence department had already estimated that the number of fighter planes dispatched by the Japanese army might reach about 90.

This kind of air combat scale, let alone his students have never seen it, even as an instructor, he has never experienced it.

"Instructor! Are you looking at the scenery of my beautiful China? Why did it take me so long to say this." A young voice suddenly rang through the intercom.

"Yes! It's really spectacular to look down on the Yellow River from the air! The legendary towering Taihang is indeed magnificent enough. My motherland is really as beautiful as my grandfather said." Huang Xinrui smiled on his face , picked up the intercom and replied.

Teachers always have a preference for outstanding students, and Huang Xinrui is the same!
The speaker has a strong Cantonese accent, he is from his hometown, and he is also the best among the students he has taught, not one of them.

Shen Chonghai, born in a wealthy Shen family in Guangzhou Province, graduated from Jinling University. He just graduated and returned home to serve his father who was seriously ill. When the war broke out, he signed up to join the army at the end of December of that year and became a student of the Guangzhou Aviation School. He arrived at the Hunan Provincial Central Aviation School in April School accepts training!
He is extremely talented and has a strong patriotism. He has only been in the school for 3 months and has less than 200 hours of flying time. He has already become the best student in the aviation school. If he is given enough time, he will definitely become a fighter comparable to the four kings Ace pilot.

However, with a smile on his face, the worry in the eyes of the major of the Chinese Air Force grew stronger. Before he grew up, all the excellence was just on paper. If such a good seedling died in this battle, he would definitely regret it lifelong.

"Yes! Teacher, our Chinese mountains and rivers are so magnificent, how can we make them fall into the hands of the Japanese invaders! Please don't worry too much, teacher. As your student, we will live up to what you have always done, teacher. What you learn is just to fight hard!" Shen Chonghai's voice sounded through the communicator again.

"That's right, Instructor Huang, just watch! We will definitely beat the Japanese devils like the seniors of the aviation school." Another young voice came from the intercom.

It was the voice of a pilot named Chen Ping. He was very young and full of energy. He liked to tell jokes after heavy training.

He is already engaged, and his fiancée is his childhood sweetheart. According to Shen Chonghai, this kid must have practiced his ability to make girls laugh since he was a child, but Chen Ping accepted this evaluation complacently.

Because at high altitude and at cruising speed, all you need to do is keep the rudder and throttle. The pilots were not so focused on the control, and perhaps they all sensed the worries in the short words of the instructor, and they all expressed in the wireless communication public channel. perspective and determination.

"If you don't fight, what are they doing as pilots?"

"Death to the blue sky is their own choice, and they will never regret it!"

It's about this point of view, and no one backs down!

This is the youth, the youth of China!

Huang Xinrui took a deep breath and glanced at the majestic green hills below the white clouds. The worry in his eyes disappeared, replaced by firmness.

yes!Does he have a choice, as expressed by his students?In other words, does China have a choice?
As a flight instructor, almost all the pilots under him have a high school education or above, and some even studied at the most famous universities in China. They are all elites of this era. The army division has relaxed the age of joining the army, and many teenagers who are only fifteen or sixteen years old have already carried rifles longer than their heads!

To win this war, China, whose economy and industry are lagging behind its opponents, has to give up everything, even if it is to gamble on the future of the entire country!
If not, perhaps the entire country and nation will no longer have a future.

The fleet of fighter planes that hadn't had time to paint the blue sky and white sun crossed the Yellow River and the mountains with the roar of the leading fighter planes, and continued on their way!
And two hundred kilometers away, the fleet of Japanese planes with sun flags painted on their fuselages was also constantly circling high in the sky.

They were not looking for a battlefield, but gathering Army Aviation Squadrons flying in from various airports.

The fleet has changed from 10 at the beginning to 20, 30 to 74!
Four fighter planes had to be forced to return due to flight failures during the flight, including Captain Sasaki, who was an aviation squadron leader.

Captain Sasaki's car had an engine failure [-] kilometers after taking off from Baoding Airport. Thick white smoke dragged for dozens of kilometers, and Captain Sasaki had to return.

Although Captain Sasaki, the "lone star of heavenly evil", was not there to guide this time, most of the Japanese pilots did not panic at all, especially when they arrived at the rendezvous point, it seemed that the entire sky was occupied by fighter planes. More than 70 fighter planes The fleet is the largest air force dispatched at one time since the Japanese Army entered the North China battlefield.

The huge number of aircraft fleets gave the Japanese pilots great confidence. They believed that no matter how powerful the Chinese ground air defense firepower was this time, they would be wiped out in front of the tens of tons of bombs carried by the aircraft fleet.

You must know that each fighter plane will mount a 500-pound aerial bomb, and then 80-pound, 50-pound, and 30-pound aerial bombs will be mounted on the rear wings. The average weight of the bomb carried by each fighter plane is more than 800 pounds.

The weight of such a bomb is enough to destroy a ground position of a Chinese army brigade, and even a mountain can be flattened.

But these confident Japanese pilots may not have seen Captain Sasaki heaving a sigh of relief when he was allowed to return, otherwise they would have discounted their self-confidence.

Captain Sasaki's air combat level is mediocre, but his life-saving skills and battlefield intuition are first-rate. Before he set out to fight, he had the exact opposite idea of ​​his colleagues with high morale. Escape catastrophe like never before.

Therefore, no one knew that after the ground maintenance personnel inspected the aircraft, Captain Sasaki, who was also proficient in mechanics, actually made some small movements in the engine of his beloved car, which was not enough to stop the engine from working, as long as the power could not meet the combat needs. .

Captain Sasaki's coquettish operation can be called a textbook escape. No one can blame him, but he miraculously escaped from the battlefield again, and the other fighter that malfunctioned and was forced to return was pure luck.

It just so happened that Captain Sasaki did not stand out, and was collectively referred to as the "Four Lucky Ones" of the Provisional Aviation Corps after the war!
Captain Sasaki was among the lucky ones by virtue of his own strength, but his 74 colleagues were not so lucky. They were equipped with various types of aerial bombs, and their engines were roaring hard. They galloped at an altitude of 2500 meters like a menacing The hornet came straight to the donkey ridge.

At an altitude of about 4500 meters above the battlefield of Feiluling, Huang Xinrui also opened his eyes and tried to look down, but he couldn't see anything except a white cloud in his field of vision.

This air battle was an order issued by the Supreme Command, and the degree of secrecy was extremely high. It was also because the total time from the two general commanders in the second theater to send the request to the one who issued the order to the fighter plane flying to the battlefield did not exceed 10 hours. Hours, no spy personnel could get the news in such a short period of time, and the top level of the Japanese North China Front Army would naturally not be aware of it.

为了保证飞行秘密，从下午3时起飞，60架战机在1500米的低空中飞行400公里后在200公里外就重新跃上了4500米高空。

The low-altitude flight ahead was because it was all in the Chinese area. Huang Xinrui needed to determine the correct course of the aircraft formation based on the location on the chart. When it was about 200 kilometers away from the battlefield, he had to hide the whereabouts of the aircraft fleet.

The dull roar of aircraft engines at an altitude of 4500 meters is unavoidable, but it is enough to avoid human sight. No one knows which side these aircraft belong to. Even if the Japanese army heard it, they would only think it was their own fighter plane.

After all, there have been no Chinese fighter planes in the sky in North China for half a year.

Huang Xinrui looked at the odometer that showed that he had flown 600 kilometers. Based on the mileage alone, he should have arrived at the battlefield.

But from a high altitude, the mountains look the same, and there are too obvious differences. If he wants to be sure, he has to lower the altitude to find the battlefield.

It's just that I don't know if the Japanese planes have also arrived on the battlefield. If they haven't arrived, at this time, whoever has a low altitude will inevitably fall into a passive position.

Even if the performance of the Iraqi-153 fighter under their seats is much stronger than the Type 96, the current main fighter of the Japanese army, on the battlefield, the performance of the aircraft does not determine the outcome of the battle.

What's more, the Japanese army may dispatch 90 or more, while they only have 60.

More importantly, the fighting time this time was only 20 minutes at most. After this time, no matter how many Japanese planes were wiped out, they would not be able to return to the airport on the outskirts of Zhengcheng.

The Yi-700, with a combat radius of up to 153 kilometers, is already considered the most advanced fighter in China at present, and it will crash in the mountains of China due to insufficient fuel.

As a leader, he can't make a mistake.

It's a long story, but in the mind of this Chinese air force major who died in an air battle in Rongcheng three years later with one enemy and three, it was just a flash in the mind. After only a few seconds, Huang Xinrui made a Decide.

"Except for the aviation team 1 who followed me to lower the altitude to 2500 meters, the rest of the aviation team continued to maintain the same altitude of 4500 meters and waited in a circle with a radius of five kilometers. Pay attention to all aircraft, search the battlefield and pay attention to the northeast direction. The Japanese aircraft will come from this direction. come."

Huang Xinrui has his reasons for making such a decision. An altitude of 2500 meters is the best cruising speed altitude for a single-engine fighter. It is very likely that the Japanese Type 96 fighter will advance at this altitude before it reaches the battlefield.If there is no trace of the Japanese aircraft at this altitude, then he will continue to keep 8 fighters patrolling at this altitude, and the remaining four will descend to look for the battlefield.