Rise from eight hundred.

"Scorching sun, report the damage to the plane, and I will arrive at your place soon to accompany you!" Huang Xinrui, who was turning in the sky, was obviously not as optimistic as the group of comrades who had not witnessed the battle, with a bit of tone in his tone very dignified.

Tang Dao and General Baifa picked up the binoculars at the same time and looked at the sky again.

"Dongdongyao, the cockpit glass is all broken, the tail is all gone, the nose is hard to pull up, I can barely control the speed, and now I'm dizzy, and I can hardly see anything." Chen Ping's weak voice sounded again.

Chen Ping didn't report it, and there was a piece of glass on his chest that was much bigger than the palm of an adult.

Just as Shen Chonghai thought, at the critical moment, he didn't directly collide because he was afraid of causing two for one, which was too much for the gain. He chose the "air scalpel" tactic that he had simulated a hundred times with his friends.

But no matter how good his flying skills are, he can't guarantee that his cockpit will still be one meter away from the Japanese plane at that moment of intersection.In order to improve the success rate, he could only pass under the belly of the Japanese plane at a high speed at the shortest distance.

Because of the violent collision, the shattered glass in the cockpit was like a bullet at high speed, breaking through the thick flight suit and piercing into his chest.

A large amount of blood was being lost, and it became difficult to breathe. Although he tried his best to keep his eyes open and pulled down the windshield, he still could barely see ahead.

There was silence on the intercom.

It should be said that there was silence in the sky and the 17th Division headquarters on the ground who could hear their conversations!
The shattered cockpit glass is not a big deal, but the lack of a tail is a terrible thing for an aircraft.

The direction and pitch of the aircraft depend on the tail rudder on the tail.

"Lieyang, you can skydive now. You are right above our position. Repeat, this is an order. You can skydive." After two or three seconds of silence, Huang Xinrui's voice suddenly rose an octave.

"No, Dongdongyao, I want to drive the plane back, this is my landline." Chen Ping's begging voice sounded through the intercom.

"Laiyang, listen to me, did I tell you in class that the lack of tail rudder will make it difficult for you to control the direction of the aircraft? Now that your nose is difficult to pull up, it means that the wings are also damaged , lack of lift, especially at low altitudes is more dangerous.

In another ten seconds, you will drop from the current height to 400 meters. At that height, you will not even have the chance to skydive.

In the name of the teacher, I promise that when I return to the airport, I will definitely provide you with another newest aircraft. You know, the Soviet Union promised us that there will be another batch of fighters delivered in three months time!Moreover, these fighters are also equipped with 12.7mm heavy machine guns, which will be even more powerful! "Huang Xinrui patiently persuaded his disciples in the wireless communicator.

"Dongdongyao, I know I will have new planes, but we don't have them in China, we can only rely on imports of fighter planes, the Chinese Air Force lost all of them during the Song, Shanghai and Jinling battles.

If I can keep one more fight, I will have more combat power. I don't want to watch my teacher and comrades fight desperately on the ground. I want to be with you, even if it means death!
My hometown is Jiangcheng, where my parents, sister, and fiancée are all there. I want them to see that I am fighting for them.

Please, let me try again. "

Chen Ping begged with an extremely weak voice.

There was another silence on the intercom.

In the flight cockpit that people can't see, under the windshield, it is full of brilliance.

As pilots, they understand everything their comrades say too well.

A fighter plane is the second life of a pilot.Without fighter jets, what do they use to soar into the blue sky and defend the blue sky.

In addition to overseas Chinese instructors like Huang Xinrui in their aviation school, there are also foreign instructors he hired from the United States with a high salary based on his personal relationship. Aircraft are important, and I would rather not have fighter planes but also ensure the safety of pilots.

But here is China!
In China, the first choice of almost all pilots is to protect the fighter!
Is the pilot not aware of his own importance?It costs almost as much to train a pilot as to arm a battalion of infantry.

Is it because they don't cherish their lives?Each of them has someone they love and love themselves, who can give up easily?

No, neither!But in China, if there is no aircraft, there will really be no more aircraft.

In China now, all sea transportation channels have been blocked by the Japanese fleet, and the only land transportation channel is the far northwest bordering Maoxiong Country.The former Silk Road created the prosperity of ancient China, but modern warfare cannot afford to wait.

China's blue sky needs to be guarded!
Only, risk your life to defend the plane.

Tang Dao didn't speak, only looked at the sky with a telescope, and listened quietly!

The soldiers of this era, whether the army or the air force, are worthy of this tragic but magnificent era.

They are far stronger than he imagined!

China will never forget this era and the people who ignited themselves to illuminate the dark way in this era!

"Laiyang, I see you, I see you, your nose keeps going down, it's too dangerous, you have to pull the plane up to 800 meters.

You listen to me, if the lever can't pull the nose, put the flaps, slow down, reduce the speed to 260 yards. "Huang Xinrui's voice sounded through the intercom again.

"Okay, I'll try my best!" Chen Ping operated the plane under Huang Xinrui's command with some difficulty.

"Very good, try using the flaps instead of the tail rudder, can you control the steering of the aircraft?"

"It should work! I'll try."

"Okay, Lieyang, here I am, and I will accompany you to drive the plane back. But you promise me that after hearing my order to skydive again, you must obey the order. This is not a teacher's request to the students, this is It's the military order of the deputy chief of the Sixth Provisional Aviation Corps!" Huang Xinrui, who had already flown to Chen Ping's fighter plane only 30 meters away, held back the tears in his eyes and gave Chen Ping a thumbs up gesture.

"Everyone else, go to the airport by yourself according to the chart, cruise at 280 yards, pay attention to saving fuel, I will accompany Lieyang back to the airport, see you at the airport."

"Scorching sun, see you at the airport."

"Dongdong! Please be sure to bring the scorching sun back."

"There is a teacher taking me, so don't worry about it!" Chen Ping smiled with difficulty, and made an OK gesture to the teacher who gave him a thumbs up 30 meters away.

No one could see that the blood on his chest was flowing faster and faster under the blowing of the cold wind at high altitude.

"Dongdongyao, Lieyang, and all the brave pilots of the Chinese Air Force who can hear my voice, I am Zhao Shoushan, the commander of the 17th Division, please accept the No.80 Group Army 921 Division, No.20 Second Group Army 104 Division, and The 17th Division, 12th Division, 101st Division, and all the officers and soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment of the Second Theater are the most noble salutes." General Baifa pressed the switch of the communicator under the prompt of Tang Dao, and said solemnly.

"Everyone has it, salute!" Tang Dao's voice also sounded.

With the roar of Tang Dao, all the guards and soldiers in front of the command department of the 17th Division and around them put their guns on their chests, looked up at the sky, and saluted solemnly.

This was the first military salute for the officers and soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment during the war, which violated the military order formulated by the regiment headquarters.

But Tang Dao felt that they in the sky had this qualification.

The two sides each participated in the battle with dozens of fighters. Although there are no specific statistics, at least the record of destroying the enemy is three times that of the fighters damaged by one's own side. On any battlefield, it is a record to be proud of.

The distance estimated by Tang Dao is not bad. On the second day after the war, the final statistics of this air battle were 48 vs. 17. The Chinese side shot down and damaged 48 Japanese planes, and our own side lost 17 planes!
This ruthless big mouth not only slapped a bunch of generals and lieutenant generals in the Japanese North China Front Army, but also completely slapped the 20th Infantry Brigade of the Japanese 39th Division into hell.

Let alone the Japanese North China Front Army want to organize enough air support to rescue the 39th Infantry Brigade within a few hours, even in the next two or three months, they will never even think about dispatching a large fighter formation of more than two squadrons at once!

That would not only be of great help to the Jindong army, but also unparalleled help to the entire second theater's final defense line and the entire northern war situation.

"Thank you, General Zhao, and please accept our salute!" Huang Xinrui and several Air Force pilots were stunned for a moment, and then returned their salutes in the cabin.

"Salute to the brave soldiers who participated in the battle on the Jindong defense line!" Chen Ping grinned hard, and raised his right hand with difficulty.

The Chinese Army and the Chinese Air Force greet each other on the battlefield!

If it ends like this, it will definitely become a good talk after the Battle of Jindong!

But things in the world have never been as expected!
Just like no one is perfect.

In everyone's eyes, the dilapidated Chinese fighter plane that was turning to the east to belong to the scorching sun lost control again. The nose that had just been pulled up climbed less than 200 meters and entered the dive state again.

Huang Xinrui was startled suddenly, turned his head to look at Chen Ping who was only 30 meters away from him, and saw that his head was gradually drooping.

"Sun, sun, call sun, the plane is diving, pulling up, pulling up."

However, there was no response.

"Scorching sun, scorching sun, the plane is about to lose control, I order you, skydive, skydive immediately." Huang Xinrui also lowered the nose of the plane and entered the dive state together with Chen Ping.

Like sharp arrows, the two planes continuously lowered their altitude.

The heart-wrenching scene made the Chinese soldiers who had already entered the first-line trenches on the ground and were about to start attacking the gap opened by the Japanese army seem to have forgotten that they were in a battlefield full of bullets. Many people even looked up at the sky. Their chief also forgot to reprimand, for they were watching too.

In fact, even the demoralized Japanese infantry were watching.

The Chinese pilot first rescued his comrades with unparalleled courage, and then rescued his own plane with greater courage.Putting aside the hatred between the two sides, even the Japanese army admired the courage alone.

The battlefield that is about to be in full swing, because of the safety of an aircraft, the entire battlefield has entered a period of silence except for the sound of guns that has gradually become sparse. It can be called a miracle of war.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to the airport with you, ahem! I'm really sorry, I tried my best!" Chen Ping lifted his drooping head slightly, and said with difficulty. "By the way, remember to find Dahai, he will be fine."

"Bastard, I order you to parachute immediately, and I will personally pick you up with Dahai and the others." The air force major, who was in his early thirties, couldn't control his tears anymore, and flowed down hard.

At a distance of more than 30 meters, he could clearly see Chen Ping's blood-stained flight suit.

It turned out that he was injured, and it was still so heavy.

He regretted that he didn't order his brave wingman to parachute immediately. If he parachuted before 1 minute, the plane would be gone, but he might survive.

But now, can he still have the strength to stand up and climb out of the cockpit with a huge load?As an ace pilot, Huang Xinrui knew very well that the probability was less than ten percent.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I lied to you, I have no strength.

Please tell my parents and sister that I love them, and please tell my fiancée to choose someone else and not think of me.Fighting for China, Chen Ping deserved his death, and he will not regret it in this life! "

In the intercom, Chen Ping's voice became weaker and weaker.

In Chen Ping's field of vision, his head hung lower and lower.

In the broken cockpit that no one can see, the young pilot's hand gently stroked a black-and-white photo in his breast pocket that had been stained red with blood and his eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly, and murmured: "Yuhua, I'm sorry! I love you, I love you, I love you so much! When you smile, those eyes and eyebrows are like crooked moons."

The voice gradually lowered until it was finally inaudible.

The fingers that had completely lost their color stopped on the beautiful and young face in the old black and white photo and never moved again.

The plane that lost all control was like a running wild horse, and the whole plane was spinning and rushing towards the ground.

"Bastard, I won't tell, I won't tell, you go and tell them yourself! You danced for me, danced for me! What the hell are you violating military orders, I order, execute orders, execute! , You bastard!" Huang Xinrui's screaming voice was piercing, like a trapped animal.

The originally calm Chinese ace air force pilot was like a child who had lost everything. Tears flowed and were blown away in the wind!

On the ground, the eyes of the lieutenant general and colonel who heard all this clearly were also crystal clear.

As army commanders with minds far beyond ordinary people, the two of them couldn't hide their sadness. No one thought that this salute was actually a farewell.

Is that young and brave pilot going to leave without saying goodbye?
Chen Ping is undoubtedly a very strange name in Tang Dao's memory, but relying on the fact that his parents, sister, and fiancee are all in Jiangcheng, Tang Dao still found in his memory the shadow of the pilot in time and space .

The young man who was supposed to fight fiercely with the Japanese plane over Xiakou in the Jiangcheng defense battle, was shot several times but refused to parachute, used the plane as a gun, and used himself as ammunition to slam into the Japanese plane. Fengyun did not go to the Jiangcheng battlefield but came to North China, but he did not escape his fate after all.

In the past time and space, he buried himself in the blue sky of the motherland. In this era, he almost used the same method to engrave the glory of the Chinese Air Force on the sky of Chinese history, shining brightly.

Shen Chonghai on the ground finally burst into tears!

His brother has succeeded, but his brother is also going to die!

As a pilot, he knows too well what will happen once the plane enters the 'death spiral'. The huge load will never give any pilot a chance to jump out of the cockpit.

Gu Xishui stared at this scene, as strong as him, couldn't help but close his eyes!

"Boom!" A loud noise.

The corner of the lieutenant's eyes trembled violently, and a teardrop slipped quietly from the corner of his eyes.

"I'll take you to find him and bring him home, trust me!" Gu Xishui didn't comfort the second lieutenant of the Air Force who was already in tears beside him, but waved his hand and ordered the whole team to turn around.

The crash site of the Chinese fighter plane is in the opposite direction from the Sixing regiment's position!

Anyone who makes this decision is unwise, but Gu Xishui knows that this is the only way to comfort the grief-stricken second lieutenant of the Chinese Air Force.

He once lost his lover and comrade-in-arms because he was too late. This time, he must not let the second lieutenant of the Air Force miss the opportunity to bring his brother home.

It is said that the next life is too long, comrades-in-arms, it is this life, even if it will lose this life because of it!

"Give me a gun!" Shen Chonghai finally spoke as he wiped away his tears.

8-man squad, on the battlefield, turn!
"General Zhao, please collect Chen Ping's remains for me, and find all the brothers who can be found in my Sixth Provisional Air Force Brigade. I promised them that I would definitely take them home, definitely!" Huang Xinrui's sad voice said. rings on the intercom.

"I am Tang Dao, the head of the Four Elements Regiment. On behalf of the 17th Division and the Four Elements Regiment, I promise to the Air Force brothers that we will find all of them!" Tang Dao's calm and cold voice sounded through the intercom.

The fighter plane of China's ace pilot whizzed past 50 meters above the wreckage of the crashed Chen Ping fighter plane, jumped into the sky, and flew away like an arrow.

Never looked back.

It's not that he doesn't want to pay tribute to his students and comrades-in-arms, but the souls of the dead comrades-in-arms will be angry because of his stupid behavior. He would rather die than save the fighter plane, and he must not waste more fuel just because of nostalgia.

Driving the fighter plane back to the airport smoothly, and constantly painting red stars on the fuselage is the best commemoration for the comrades in arms.

At the same time, the streets of Jiangcheng were somewhat bleak because of the war.

The two women in blue cheongsams seemed to feel something in their hearts, and they glanced at the northwest sky at the same time.

The tight string in my heart seemed to suddenly loosen!
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"I order, all units of the Four Elements Regiment, kill!" Tang Dao's complexion was iron, and he ordered.

"All units of the 17th Division, kill!" General Baifa also ordered decisively.

"You boy, you are the head of the regiment who leads thousands of people, don't be foolish!" Then he raised his head and looked at Tang Dao who was about to turn around and strode away, his brows were furrowed!The white-haired general, who had been in the army for a long time, felt a cold murderous aura as strong as it was real.

"Sir, I remember you said that I will stand shoulder to shoulder with my brothers in this battle! If you, the master, can do it, why can't I, the little regiment leader, not do it?" Tang Dao turned his head and grinned slightly.

"You and I, the two armies, all the Japanese invaders of the 39th Infantry Brigade must not see the sun of tomorrow, otherwise they will be worthy of the Air Force brothers who died in battle!

They can say sorry to their mother, but we cannot say sorry to them! "

Tang Dao's fighting spirit, stimulated by the sacrifice of the pilot, has reached its peak!

The exposed white teeth, under the reflection of the setting sun, seemed to be like a hungry tiger seeing its prey.

If you don't tear it into pieces, you won't give up!

On the battlefield, the sound of killing shook the sky!
Infantry squads and platoons, under the cover of mortars and light and heavy machine guns, followed the gaps in the Japanese defense line blasted by artillery fire, and penetrated deep into the defense line.

Tang Tuanzuo personally led a guard platoon into the hinterland of the Japanese defense line.

Tang Dao violated the military order signed and issued by himself that commanders should not go lightly on the front line. After the war, he will inevitably encounter military law, but it doesn’t matter. He must send them the freshest sacrifices before the heroic spirits of the Chinese Air Force go far. ---Thousands of heads of Japanese invaders!

Finding the Chinese pilots scattered on the battlefield who are still alive is also his promise to the Chinese Air Force commander who flew away full of sorrow!