Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 392 Eyes are red!

As the two Chinese fighter planes exchanged one-to-one with the Japanese plane in an incomparably decisive way, the eyes of the Chinese fighter pilots who witnessed all this were red.

They are the last defense of the Chinese sky, but that doesn't mean they dare not sacrifice.

If the fighter planes are still there, but they have lost the courage to sacrifice, then what will they use to protect the blue sky of the motherland, is it the few remaining fighter planes?In that way, it will make the enemy have scruples when dispatching the mobilization group?

No, what the Japanese invaders are worried about is not how many fighters you have, but the Chinese Air Force who are not afraid of death and dare to trade death for death.

The weak Chinese Air Force's courage to fight against four or even five in the bloody battle in Songhu made no one dare to ignore their existence, not because of the number of hundreds of them.

Tantai Mingyue, who witnessed all this off the field, described this scene in her battlefield diary published a week later: "If the Chinese Air Force fighters above me are like his comrades in arms, they can leave this place alive." Japan's Hainan Airlines will never have more than four, because at this time there are still three Chinese fighter planes roaring in the sky, and the Japanese army only has seven.

The menacing Japanese naval aviation once had a terrible number of 18 aircraft, with a battle loss rate of more than three-quarters, which would inevitably break the heart of its naval fleet commander.

However, such a result can only make my ground army more heartbroken.

Because, the Chinese Air Force who came to aid will use up all the ink!
There are ten people in the sky, and tens of thousands of people on the ground. Ten people put up the strongest shield for tens of thousands of people with their lives. Is it worth it?Measured from a strategic and tactical point of view, it must be worthwhile.They not only saved the lives of tens of thousands of comrades, but also safeguarded the honor of China's weak military.

After this battle, no matter how arrogant the Japanese army is, if they don't have enough fighter planes to cover them, they will never dare to pour steel explosives on the heads of our soldiers and civilians in the south of the Yangtze River like this month.

The great Chinese pilots will use their sacrifices to explain why they are great!

However, what kind of suffering and pain is this for the tens of thousands of Chinese infantry on the ground?

The young lieutenant colonel commander next to me, from the day I met him, no matter how bad the battlefield situation was, how painful the casualties were, the face he left in my pupils was always calm and could even be called cruel.

His soldiers, under his cruel military orders, drove trucks and rode horses, attracted the attention of Japanese bombers for the whole army, and endured the terrible bombing of 250 kilograms of aerial bombs for the whole army. Withered life, in exchange for more comrades to survive.

The soldiers' bodies were searched and brought back one by one by their officers. Although his eyebrows were like knives, his face remained unchanged.

Perhaps, he has already made up his mind to fulfill his destiny as a Chinese infantry soldier like his soldiers in this war --- kill the enemy in battle, or die under the enemy's bullets!

However, at the moment when the two Chinese fighter planes turned themselves into bullets and died together with the enemy, I saw that the clenched fist of this soldier who was once as hard as a rock was shaking slightly. trembling!
Especially, when that fighter plane roared and swooped towards the ground, his eyes were red! "

Yes, not only Tantai Mingyue couldn't forget that scene, maybe all the Chinese soldiers on the ground couldn't forget that scene.

Thrilling!

The comrades-in-arms left tragically, and the remaining two young Chinese pilots went crazy. They were no longer obsessed with the technology of controlling fighter jets to avoid the pursuit and lock of enemy planes that far outnumbered them, and then waited for an opportunity to attack. , but also to risk their lives.

The battle situation became tragic almost suddenly. The Japanese HNA pilots were suddenly thrown into disarray by the crazy "suicide" attack of the Chinese Air Force. .

It's not that their skills are poor, nor is it that the [-]th ship battle and the [-]th ship blasted so that even the Hawker III couldn't win, but that they are more life-saving than the remaining Chinese pilots who are completely risking their lives.

When they came to China, they hoped to make meritorious deeds, not to be enshrined tablets at home.

If he died in battle here, even packing it in a small wooden box and returning to the island is just a luxury.

Below is the Chinese army. With the opponent's air force so desperate, they can almost imagine the tragedy of their colleagues who were forced to parachute.

The Chinese cavalry below, running wild like little ants in the wilderness, will definitely hold their sabers, chop off their heads like chopping wood stakes, and then trample them into meat paste with horseshoes to become the most delicious fertilizer for weeds.

Little Japan is really smart enough.

Although they were far away from the ground at high altitude, they still seemed to have witnessed it with their own eyes, guessing the tragic ending of their parachuting colleagues.

Two Japanese pilots resolutely chose to parachute before the fighter plane lost control, making a last-ditch effort for their own destiny.

Unfortunately, even if they landed at a distance of up to 4 kilometers from the main battlefield, their slowly falling umbrella flowers are too obvious targets.

As early as the beginning of their parachute jump, more than 40 cavalry each rushed to their area with all their strength kicking their horses' bellies.

A Japanese soldier who fell from a height of 1000 meters and survived with all kinds of meat and vegetables had no time to raise his hand before making a sound, and was annihilated by the light of swords and horseshoes.

What Chinese cavalry need is not honor, but blood sacrifice!
Honor your comrades with blood!
The blood of the enemy!

On this battlefield, it is doomed that there will be no breath of aliens, that will pollute this land, and the fertilizer will no longer be in it.

The other was slightly stronger, and he fired with the Southern Fourteen pistol he carried.

However, instead of shooting at the Chinese cavalrymen who were rushing towards him, they put it in their own mouths. As aristocrats, the Japanese soldiers did not want their heads cut off and their souls returned home.

It's a pity that that still couldn't change the final outcome, and he was trampled into the soil by the rumbling horse's hooves and became fertilizer.

The Chinese Air Force is fighting for a flat base, but they are fighting for the victory because they have brains.

This is the mentality of the Chinese and Japanese air forces at this time.

The "Steel Helmet of the Jiangnan Earth" relied on the Hawker III, which is far inferior to the 96 fighters, to kill two Japanese planes in a row, and is still entangled with three Japanese planes at high altitudes, which is already amazing. Tang Dao, a future fighter The little butterfly was amazed.

Such a pilot, if placed in the future, can definitely be dubbed a "golden helmet" existence, but in this time and space, he can only be a warrior, fighting for his own survival, fighting for the survival of the nation.

Those young brothers under the command of the ace pilot are all risking their lives, so how can he feel sorry for himself?
Therefore, the "eight-star" fighter plane, which was in a balanced fight with the three Japanese planes, suddenly changed its state and swooped down.

The maneuverability and speed of the Jiuliu Ship Battle, which is a monoplane, far exceeds that of the Hawker III, which is a biplane.

Is there any reason not to be overjoyed by the three Japanese planes?

Even the Japanese plane, which was constantly looking for opportunities in the clouds, roared down and followed closely.

1500 meters, 1200 meters, 1000 meters, 800 meters.
The Hawker III fighter plane lowered its height extremely firmly.

Tang Dao's eyes couldn't help turning red!
He had never met or spoken to the ace pilot, but he suddenly understood what that person was thinking.

What the man meant was: fire at me!
Yes, there is no need for a phone call. The Chinese ace pilot used his fighter plane to approach the low-altitude attitude firmly, and told him very firmly that he had never met the ground commander: Please fire on me!all!

He believed that the infantry commander could understand!

The sudden fire on the ground can turn him and the three Japanese planes into fireworks that are brighter than in the sky.

But can Tang Dao, who once shouted "fire at me" to his general, make such a cold decision?

Tantai Mingyue who was closest to him didn't know.

Her hero, hesitated for the first time!
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PS: Some book friends asked why it was not Le Yiqin, but Le Yiqing, what should I say!Once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes. After being bitten by a river crab, some celebrities can only use homophones to replace Fengyue, and even can only write their positions without mentioning the phonetic characters. This will be discussed in later chapters. Quite a few, it's not that Fengyue doesn't know their names, I hope book friends can understand.

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