Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 384 The Helmet of Jiangnan
The ground anti-aircraft firepower that has been killing crazy will not let their enemies go.

In the field of vision, any Japanese who is still alive is a desecration of the souls of comrades who have died in battle.

The dense bullets continued to shoot into the sky, and the high-explosive bombs exploded at an altitude of 1500 meters to 2000 meters, and the bullets formed by the explosion made the scalp numb.

The six Japanese fighter planes that had climbed to an altitude of 1500 meters continued to climb crazily.

And at an altitude of 700 meters, the two Japanese planes that witnessed their commander's silent death were also crazy.

Perhaps, they know that they don't have many chances to rise above 1000 meters, and the anti-aircraft guns bursting on the ground can shoot up to 2000 meters, and 1 minute is enough to tear them to pieces; or, it is difficult for them to accept the commander's battle. To die, but he has to flee with his tail between his legs.

Under extreme grief and self-blame, both Japanese planes made choices that made the Chinese soldiers on the ground unconcealedly excited.

The two Japanese planes leveled off, roared and dived, and dropped bombs. Then, they were hit head-on without fear by the fire net on the ground. One was shot down, and the other was unfortunately hit by 8 anti-aircraft guns and 10 heavy machine guns. The fuel tank exploded in the air.

That is really the brightest fireworks in this wilderness, no matter in the eyes of Chinese or Japanese.

Chinese people, great fun!

Japanese, great grief!

However, the mood a few minutes ago was unexpectedly reversed at this moment.

What a wonderful fate!
However, no matter whether it is in the sky or on the ground, everyone knows that the record of the four fighters is just the prelude to the decisive battle.

The real decisive battle has yet to come.

The 10 Chinese fighter planes that arrived at full speed had to face the formation of 8 Japanese planes that had ascended to high altitude and set up a battle formation, and the 6 Japanese planes that were pulling up and turning.

10 Hawker IIIs against 14 Type [-] fighters.

Even as calm as Tang Dao, he couldn't help the cold sweat on his palms at this moment.

On the ground battlefield, no matter how critical it is, he can give it a go, but for the altitude above a thousand meters, he is really powerless.

Relying on sacrifice and the unbearable silence of ordinary people, he tried his best to ambush and shoot down the four Japanese planes in the low sky.

He can only hope that the Chinese Air Force that comes to kill will have the same strength as the Chinese Air Force in the early days of the Songhu Battle, otherwise the outcome of this air battle will definitely not be optimistic.

If the Japanese army still has a second wave of fighter planes arriving, maybe this air battle caused by the retreating army in Songjiang will end in a disastrous defeat for the Chinese side.

According to historical data, the Chinese Air Force at this time will never have more than 90 aircraft left. If it loses 10 more aircraft here, it can almost be regarded as a disaster.

Not only the number of aircraft, but the loss of experienced pilots is even more unbearable.

A pilot is not an army, he was a farmer yesterday, and today he is a soldier carrying a gun on the battlefield. Even if there is no one out of ten, China, with a large enough population base, can bear it.

Pilots need a smart mind and a strong enough body. Higher education is just their starting point, and the training cycle is as long as one year or even several years.

Chinese pilots who can put on a flying helmet and hold the rudder are all the proud sons of this era.

And Tang Dao knew better in his heart that even this group of heaven's favored sons, the last elite of the Chinese Air Force, will soon be exhausted.

In the Songhu War that lasted for three months, more than 90 outstanding Chinese pilots and their fighters fell into the sky of Songhu forever.

But this is just the beginning of the Chinese Air Force's sorrow.

Japan has a complete industrial structure and a strong training foundation. The more aircraft it fights, the more experienced pilots will become stronger. However, all the aircraft in China are purchased from abroad, and one is less than one.

Chinese pilots who have experienced the hard battle in Songhu often have to single out 10 or even 20 aircraft of the opponent every time they take off.

This has already doomed the boys of the Chinese Air Force, no matter how brave and skillful they are, and their skills are invincible, there is only one ending in the end: martyrdom.

Known as the Red Warrior, Liu Quegang, one of the "Four King Kongs" of the Chinese Air Force, led three fighter planes to assist Shanxi on a starry night half a month ago. The weather was bad and the visibility was extremely low. The friendly plane had to return on the way, but it still rushed to the rescue alone. Yu ran into the Kuixing Building in Gaoping County, Shanxi.

The plane didn't explode or catch fire, and it just hung quietly upstairs, above the ancient city with a history of hundreds of years.

His ancestors witnessed the bravery of this descendant, with their heads hanging down, their hands still firmly holding the rudder of the plane.

The other two "Northeast Flying Eagles" and "Steel Helmets of the Jiangnan Land" who shined in the Songhu air battle will also die in the next month.

Li Guidan, the last surviving member who was promoted from squadron leader to team leader, will also shed blood in the sky after three months.

Open the roster of the Chinese Air Force: Gao Zhihang, Le Yiqin, Liu Cuigang, Li Guidan, Shen Chonghai, Chen Huaimin. The names of those elite pilots who carved their names in the sky of Chinese history are all accompanied by a cruel fact: almost None survived 1938, hardly any lived beyond the age of 30.

Can they create a miracle at this moment?
Tang Dao didn't know what to do.

At an altitude of 2500 meters, in the cabin of 10 "head geese" galloping in a goose formation, the young pilot's eyes flashed with determination, and he just said four words into the intercom: "Follow me to kill the enemy! "

Stepping on the accelerator hard, the Hawker III's speed of 400 kilometers per hour increased again. The design top speed of up to 430 kilometers per hour shot the fighter under the young pilot's seat like a sharp arrow towards the formation of 8 Japanese aircraft at almost the same height.

A fighter plane was 50 meters to his left and 100 meters behind, and the other two fighter planes were about 300 meters behind him. Together with him, the fighter planes increased to full speed and rushed towards the Japanese formation a few kilometers away.

The other six dived directly, and their target was obviously the other six Japanese fighter planes that had just risen to an altitude of 1600 meters.

The tactical intention is very obvious. Although it is six against six, the Hawker III, which rushed down from an altitude of 2500 meters, obviously has an advantage in speed, and it is condescending, let alone the ninety-six ship bomber with heavy bombs , Even the higher-speed nine-six ship battle will not be the opponent of the Hawker III fighter.

However, the premise is that the 4 fighters led by him can contain the 8 Japanese fighters that are already waiting at the same height, and 6 of them are the ninety-six fighters with superior performance to the Hawker III.

This is a tactic borrowed from Tian Ji's horse racing, where the upper fours are against the lower fours, and the middle fours are against the upper fours, but the battlefield is not a racetrack. Once the four Chinese fighters that are the middle fours lose, then they are waiting to rush to the 4 fighters at a height of 1600 below. China's fighter jets are a disaster.

This may not simply be called gambling. What kind of self-confidence does this require?
Tang Dao's hands were clenched quietly, and the hearts of the Chinese soldiers who had stopped shooting on the ground rose to their throats.

Everyone is looking up at the sky, hoping that their air force can bring them joy.

The hearts of the Chinese soldiers are hanging, and the hearts of the Japanese are also hanging.

At an altitude of 2500 meters, only the opponents could feel the enemy's strong killing intent and clearly see the Chinese fighter planes charging towards them.

The Chinese fighter plane with 8 red stars painted on the tail looks a bit fancy, but as pilots, they all know what those paints mean.

That means this guy has shot down 8 opponents, which is the symbol of an ace pilot.On this point, no one will lie, the whole world is the same.Unless the air force of that country has given up the honor of belonging to the air warhawk.

The Japanese HNA pilots were right in thinking that the Chinese fighter plane in front of them as the formation arrow, even if it was his last battle in the Jinling defense battle in the next month, he would fight dozens of Japanese fighter planes with a single plane and still shoot down. Two enemy planes were killed in the final battle.

Known throughout China as the "Steel Helmet of the Jiangnan Land", Le Yiqing, one of the greatest pilots of this era in China, is here to fight!
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