Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

As the backbone of the 1st Air Division and the leader of his comrades, Captain Wang Hai's voice seemed to have some kind of magic. With just a few words, he calmed everyone's impatience.

When the wingman returned to his position, all the Grudge fighters were restored to the formation most suitable for air combat.

This time, everyone did not blindly pursue the ultimate performance, but instead controlled the flight speed within the easily controllable range of 600 to 650 kilometers per hour.

As for whether this speed is a bit conservative?
Just kidding, it’s definitely enough!
As we all know, the minimum speed difference between the Hellcat and the Zero Fighter is 40 kilometers per hour, and there is no need to say much about the F6F's restraint on the A6M.

As long as there are no mistakes, the speed of 600 to 650 kilometers per hour will definitely be enough to make the old pilots of the First Air Division perform at the level of bullying.

Not to mention the Type 1 Fighting Falcon, even if the Japanese could develop the Type 4 Gale, they would still have to focus on saving their lives.

Of course, arrogance will lead to a fall.

Looking at the five-blade Roto propeller spinning at high speed, he calculated the theoretical time it would take for the formation to reach the airspace of Liugong Island. Considering that everyone was fighting against the Kwantung Army Aviation for the first time, Captain Wang Hai took the opportunity to say:
"For the Japanese Army Aviation's Type 500 fighter, air combat at speeds above kilometers per hour is basically just a luxury. Because this speed is already at the edge of the falcon's flight envelope."

"So we are inherently in an advantageous position. Once we start a war, we can directly seize the initiative and choice of air combat."

"Of course, we must not underestimate the enemy and become complacent. I hope that after the support mission is over, everyone can return to the base safely."

During World War II, the ever-changing air combat was extremely accidental.

Even if you rely on your technology and advanced fighter planes to be the first to shoot down the invading enemy with your aircraft cannon, you will also become the enemy's prey if you fall into a low energy state.

In the above situation, the situations and choices faced by ace pilots and rookies are actually similar. This is the main reason why Captain Wang Hai always reminds his comrades.

"Yes!"

"Roger that!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

During the conversation, the comrades, flying their respective fighter jets, had already arrived at the edge of Liugong Island's airspace.

Ten new fighter planes with slightly unfamiliar appearance almost caused the anti-aircraft artillery troops stationed on the island, who were already blood-thirsty, to accidentally fire their weapons.

However, after seeing the familiar aircraft logo and fuselage paint, the various gun positions pulled back in time, thus avoiding the occurrence of a misunderstanding.

"Ceasefire!"

"Everyone cease fire! Those planes are friendly!"

"All gun positions should return to primary alert status. The fish that slipped through the net will be handed over to the comrades of the First Air Division."

After receiving the order from the air defense headquarters, the deafening bombardment suddenly stopped. If the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated, no one would have noticed that a major battle had just taken place on the island.

The sudden disappearance of the artillery fire also aroused the vigilance of the Japanese devils.

The altitude they were at was far from the maximum firing height of the medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns. At this time, the troops stationed on the island stopped firing, which must be the enemy's reinforcements that were about to arrive on the battlefield.

"Gentlemen, enemy planes are about to attack."

"This is the last hurdle. As long as we can get through the blockade of the Eighth Route Army Air Force, the return journey will be smooth sailing."

As soon as these words were spoken, the few remaining Japanese soldiers suddenly became energized.

Since Operation No. 1, the fate of the 3rd Flying Division of the North China Front Army can be described as inhumane. Anyone who sees the flying squadrons disappearing like snowflakes will be determined to take revenge.

Besides, as the former strongest, they had long been fed up with the arrogance of the Eighth Route Army Air Force and wanted to fight to the death with the First Air Division, which was known as the strongest in Asia.

Now that the opportunity has come to them, how can the Japanese not be excited?

"Whoa!"

"Please rest assured, Lieutenant. We will not hold you back in the next air battle."

"If conditions permit, the four of us will take the initiative to create an opportunity for you to break out. Compared with the intelligence and the combat plan of the Air Force Headquarters, our lives and deaths are not worth mentioning."

By now the war was underway, the Japs naturally knew that their main fighter, the Type 1 Fighting Falcon, was inferior to the Asian version of the Spitfire of the Eighth Route Army Air Force in all aspects of performance.

The reason why they dared to face the challenge, in addition to their loyalty to militarism, was mainly because they firmly believed that no matter how powerful the weapons were, they still needed people to use them.

It is true that the enemy air force does have the initiative.

But they can definitely use their superb technology to force the Asian Spitfire into the envelope where they have an advantage in air combat, for example, comparing acceleration performance at low altitude and fighting in circles.

After a period of self-encouragement, the Japanese soldiers' desire to fight rose again.

The five Type 1 Fighting Falcons accelerated their climb, striving to gain a height advantage before the fight, already looking like they were fighting a do-or-die battle.

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The distance of more than ten kilometers passed in a flash, and the war officially began.

Over Liugong Island, the Resentment fighters and the Type 1 Fighter Falcon were entangled with each other, and a fire net woven by tracer bullets was flying all over the sky. The former relied on its epoch-making performance and was mainly designed to disengage immediately after firing, not wanting to reveal even the slightest flaw.

The latter wants to set the battlefield within his own comfort zone and then use his rich experience to defeat the enemy.

Under the watchful eyes of pilots from both sides and the anti-aircraft artillery units stationed on the island, Akihisa Funaki was the first to press the launch button of the onboard weapons in the new round of confrontation.

At the nose of the aircraft, two 12.7mm Type 079 machine guns sprayed out red-blue flames, and dozens of bullets enveloped the No. Grudge fighter.

The old devil thought that he had completely understood the combat habits of the enemy's ace pilot. Now that he was in a favorable firing position, he would surely be able to shoot him down with a head-on attack.

"Die! People of the Republic of China!"

Just as Funaki Akihisa roared, Captain Wang Hai piloted the Grudge fighter and performed a 180-degree half roll. His relaxed look clearly showed that he had seen through the Japs' underpants.

In a life-and-death fight, normal people won't show off their skills. A fatal blow is the best way to go.

While dodging the enemy's attack, Captain Wang pressed the firing button on the western gun, completing an advance shot that was enough to be included in the aviation school textbooks.

With red flames lighting up on the wings, the 20mm Hispano cannon shells accurately hit the Type Fighting Falcon.

Although the two planes were far apart, the sound of the cockpit being shattered could not be heard.

But with his eagle-like eyesight, Captain Wang Hai could still clearly see the flying fragments of the cabin cover, as well as the red and white blood plasma and brain matter.

"This is my 80th kill. I'll soon be number one in Asia."

"I don't know when I can use close-range combat bullets and medium-range air-to-air bullets. This visual dogfight is really a tiring job."

Fast, too fast.

From the two men becoming enemies to Akihisa Funaki's plane crashing and his death, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

After the successful attack, Captain Wang climbed up again and looked for the next target. The Resentment Fighter had 674 rounds of ammunition in reserve. Theoretically, he was fully capable of destroying an entire team by himself.

This elegant scene was captured by the lookout on the cruiser La Motte Pickett.

I believe that in the future, this photo will become the treasure of a military museum.

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September 1942, 9, the 30th Army Headquarters in Quancheng.

经过整整一个月的龙争虎斗，第8、14、23和战车第1、第2师团总算是完成了一号作战的第一步：南下。

The 27th, 32nd, 35th and 59th Divisions of the North China Front Army have also been assembled and are ready to go into the battlefield at the command.

At this time, Okamura Neiji, Tsuchihashi Ichi and nine lieutenant general division commanders gathered in the 12th Army's combat conference room. With the war imminent, they still needed to make final adjustments based on the deployment of the Eighth Route Army.

"On behalf of the headquarters and the North China Front Army, I welcome the arrival of all the division commanders."

"I know that your troops have been fighting the enemy throughout September and are now exhausted. But the army must start moving in early October because time is running out."

"Every day we rest, the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province will become stronger. Their land and air transport has never stopped."

In the almost endless air strikes by the 27st and nd Air Divisions, the Japanese invaders heading south all lost some troops to varying degrees, and the th Division suffered the most casualties.

As a Type B division, this group of Japanese devils lacked field anti-aircraft weapons.

In addition, they also needed to cooperate with the 3rd Flying Division to act as bait, and they lost nearly 20% of their troops in just one week.

Under normal circumstances, such troops must rest before a major war, otherwise there is a high probability that they will become line-filling babies like the 59th Division.

And now, General Okamura Yasuji has made a deployment that is like killing the chicken to get the eggs. It is obvious that he is really anxious.

Seeing that none of the division commanders in the conference room set an example, the old Japanese threw the pen in his hand on the table, then pointed at the map and roared loudly.

Because he was too excited, his Tokyo accent even had a faint Fenghua flavor.

"In December of the 12th year of the Showa era, it was also in the suburbs of Quancheng that the Fifth Division led 30,000 warriors to conquer the Third Army of the Republic of China and won a great victory."

"I don't understand why everyone is talking about Ishida Mitsunari being besieged in Sekigahara. It seems that this battlefield is destined to be a disaster for us."

"Four years ago, I set out from Central China and started the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere project. Wherever my troops went, the enemy was terrified. It can be said that we had the best timing."

"That unstoppable and overwhelming state is still vivid in my mind."

"After just four years, has this place turned into the place where we will fight to the death?"

"No matter what, the battle force is 30 to 20. The advantage is mine!" (End of this chapter)