Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The entire valley was shaken by the explosion, and the air strikes continued.

Looking down from Baofeng's cockpit, the runway of the Japanese field airport had been blown to pieces, and huge bomb craters were distributed at various key nodes like festering scars.

The wreckage of several Japanese fighter planes was parked crookedly near the hangar and the apron, some with broken wings, and some with fuselages burned to only skeletons.

The aluminum skin solidified after being melted at high temperature. The twisted metal was like a burnt skeleton, hideously attached to the wreckage of the fighter plane, looking like some kind of weird creature.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same. Compared with the hysterical Japanese devils, the soldiers of the 2nd Air Division only felt that the new weapons were very powerful.

"Team! The power of this Hongri-41A is more than one level stronger than the first generation model. As expected, a ground-licking machine should use larger, thicker, and more powerful mounted weapons."

"Don't stop, let's continue the attack. Red Sun-41B has not yet started to eat meat."

"If the 130mm rocket is so impressive, I can't imagine how spectacular it would be if a 300mm rocket hit the Japanese! It would definitely blow them back to the Taisho era."

Hongri-41A and B are two new air-launched rockets tailored by the Weapons Testing and Research Bureau for the Second Air Division of the Eighth Route Army.

As a military industry leader who keeps pace with the times, Huang He certainly would not let his soldiers fight from start to finish with a small-caliber weapon like he did when he led the British Royal Air Force. He could not afford to lose face by doing so.

Among these two new types of equipment, the 41A comprehensively surpasses the HVAR that will be equipped in the United States in the future.

The 130mm caliber brings a stronger destructive effect, the improved propellant brings its rated range to 2.5 kilometers, and the world-leading design concept makes its hit accuracy unparalleled in the world.

If there is no major change, it will become the final air-launched rocket equipped by the Eighth Route Army Air Force during World War II, and will also become one of the important milestones in the history of the development of aviation rockets.

As for 41B?
This weapon, which represents the pinnacle of current air-launched rocket technology, was tailor-made to destroy the Kwantung Army's carefully constructed fortifications.

With a calibrated range of two kilometers and a warhead weighing 280 kilograms, it is definitely at the level of X-class or even super-class weapons configuration even in the World of Warships.

The deployment of this rocket marked a qualitative leap in the Eighth Route Army Air Force's ground strike capability, and also provided decisive firepower support for defeating the Kwantung Army.

Hearing the urgency of the wingman, Fang Ziyi raised his lips in anticipation. No matter how good the test data of the Red Sun 41-B was at the shooting range, it was not as satisfying as letting the Japanese experience its power in person.

With this thought in mind, he opened the communication channel of the entire formation and issued a new wave of attack orders to his comrades.

"Target confirmed: oil depot in the northwest and ammunition depot in the southwest. No. 1 will take the lead, No. 2-4, dive at 25 degrees, fire every two seconds. No. 5 will suppress the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery positions, and No. 6 will record damage assessment while assisting the entire formation."

"Remember to turn right and disengage immediately after launching."

"All troops, move!"

With the sound of metal breaking from the belly of the aircraft, the 590-kilogram Red Sun 41-B detached from the rack. The rocket fell under the action of gravity, and the stabilizing wing at the tail unfolded with a "swish".

One second after the missile body freely falls, the steel cable connected to the bracket is broken and the ignition circuit is triggered.

"Zheng, hum!"

“Boom, whoosh!”

Two blinding white lights burst out from the tail of the rocket. Nearly ten meters long tongues of fire licked the air, evaporating a conical vacuum channel in the morning mist.

The four steel tail fins vibrate at high frequency in the high-speed airflow, constantly fine-tuning the flight attitude.

Fang Ziyi could clearly see that the rocket's tail flame was slightly tilted to the right, which was caused by the crosswind. However, the sturdy body of the Hongri 41-B had a strong anti-interference ability.

When it was 500 meters away from the target, the rocket fuel was exhausted, but inertia still pushed the projectile to continue diving.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The Red Sun 41-B hit the Japanese oil depot at a perfect angle of 45 degrees, and the delayed fuse suddenly exploded after penetrating 0.5 meters.

When 280 kilograms of mixed explosives exploded inside the oil depot, a blue-white fireball first spewed out from the entrance, and then the entire tank bulged like a crater.

Just as Fang Ziyi pulled up the nose of the plane, the chain detonation of the aviation fuel had formed several large fireballs with a diameter of more than 100 meters. The soldiers at high altitude could feel a heat wave through the cockpit.

"Unit 1 confirms the results of the battle."

"It is recommended that the follow-up crews focus on attacking the ammunition depot on the westernmost side. The wind direction is just right."

"It doesn't matter if we don't hit the target directly. Each of our Storms carries ten Type 41A missiles and two Type 41B missiles. This load is enough to turn the enemy's airport upside down."

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On the other hand, when the 41B missiles of the 300nd Air Division were launched into the air at a speed of nearly meters per second, the Japanese soldiers scattered in various corners of the airport didn't even understand what was happening.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the Japanese lieutenant could react, a chain of explosions occurred in his own anti-aircraft artillery positions and oil depot.

Although the explosion point was a hundred meters away, the violent shock wave still swept over like a huge wave, knocking him away and throwing him heavily on the ground. The soldiers and gunners who were exposed were even more vulnerable. The violent air wave swallowed them in an instant. The soldiers and the Type 96 anti-aircraft guns twisted in the air like paper toys, like waste thrown away by an invisible giant.

I believe that the Tokyo flying people in a few decades will be as dazzling as they are now.

"idiot!"

"Did the Eighth Route Army stuff 155mm heavy artillery into fighter planes? What kind of weapon is this?"

While the Japanese lieutenant was cursing, three other Storm fighters started to strafe the air at the same time. However, they temporarily switched the type of ammunition and chose to use the more economical 41A to finish off the attack.

In the blink of an eye, 26 130mm rockets were fired towards the ammunition depot and the building complex.

At this moment, the storm played out the momentum of Master Luo's F8F attack aircraft formation. As for the Japanese airport, it was naturally the Japanese sea monkey that everyone hated and dogs hated: Fire Cloud.

"what!"

Before the exclamation died down, destruction ensued.

The ammunition depot exploded, the pilots' dormitory collapsed in flames, and even the airport headquarters hidden deep in the rear was torn to pieces. The unknown weapon was like the plow blade of the god of death, leaving only scorched earth wherever it passed.

Two rounds of licking the ground took only two minutes.

But in those two minutes, there was no longer a single intact building in the Japanese airport. Looking around, there were corpses, building and weapon wreckage everywhere.

Black oil and bright red blood once again polluted the land of Hebei Province.

"Attention! Attention! The enemy is back!"

Amid the exclamations of the surviving Japanese soldiers, six Storm fighters returned again.

As if to clear the load and reduce weight for the subsequent return flight, the Eighth Route Army soldiers used two types of rockets and machine guns at the same time, with no intention of holding back.

At this critical moment of life and death, Major Miyabe of the flight squadron, along with several ground crew members, took advantage of the chaos and rushed to the only Type 1 Fighter Falcon that could still take off.

"The hydraulic pipe is leaking! I need at least ten more minutes"

"Baka! I don't have ten minutes left!" Miyabe kicked open the ammunition box under the wing, grabbed two 12.7mm machine gun ammunition belts and threw them into the cockpit. "Use the cables to tie the landing gear tightly. Even if I have to land on the belly of the plane, I will take off and meet the enemy!"

"Is my territory a toilet? The Eighth Route Army can come when they want and leave when they want!"

As the Mitsubishi air-cooled engine roared to life, the Japanese soldiers at the edge of the runway raised their Type 38 rifles and Type 99 rifles and fired at the diving Storm fighter planes.

When they saw the Type 1 Fighting Falcon trembling and rushing into the thick smoke, they almost unanimously took off their helmets and waved them desperately:

"Go, Major Miyabe, show the enemy the elite aviation of our brother country, Great Japan! We must destroy the enemy air force that dares to invade us!"

Soon, an air battle broke out suddenly at low altitude.

But in a just fight of six against one, you know the outcome without even watching.

Like a lion fighting a rabbit, the six Storms attacked the Type 1 Fighting Falcon from different angles. Miyabe manipulated the enemy aircraft to its limit, but its struggle was meaningless in the face of absolute numbers and technological advantages.

The machine gun fire chains intertwined into a web of death. In just one round, the Type 1 lighter fell into the woods in the valley, trailing thick smoke.

"One more round!"

As if they had received some intelligence, six Storms dived again, and 20mm Western artillery shells poured down like a rainstorm, tearing the wings of the Japanese planes apart.

With a loud bang, the enemy plane disintegrated in mid-air, and the burning wreckage fell like a meteor.

Two minutes later, the aircraft of the Second Air Division roared away, leaving only a mess at the airport.

The Japanese soldiers who were trying to survive stood in the ruins, their faces full of disbelief. They still couldn't figure out how the Eighth Route Army found this field airport hidden in the mountains.

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At the same time, almost the same scene was happening throughout Hebei Province and Chahar.

The remnants of the 3rd Flying Division of the North China Front Army thought they had hidden themselves perfectly, but they did not know that under the sharp eyes of thousands of ordinary people, their clumsy tricks were as ridiculous as those of a clown.

For a small field airfield, a rocket coverage of a storm squadron is sufficient to complete the cleanup mission.
If there is a deep airport with more than two squadrons stationed, the Grudge and Spitfire will first form a hunting formation to eliminate the enemy aircraft. After air superiority is established, the Storm group will carry 1000 kg bombs to carry out a devastating attack.

In just twelve hours, the Japanese 3rd Air Division, which had already been severely damaged, completely lost air superiority.

The speed of their defeat even surpassed the collective evaporation speed of the Russian Western Front air force on the first day of Operation Barbarossa.

Some would call this complete extermination of intelligent life, leaving only inorganic matter, an evil war crime. But for the Eighth Route Army, we call it efficiency. (End of this chapter)