Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 329: War Changer, Fighter

"Sir, our commander asked you to send troops quickly. The Ming army has already reached Ceylon. The entire sea is filled with Ming warships. There are so many Ming soldiers that they can't even stand still. They are standing on the waves!"

"Snapped!"

A slap sounded, and the Indian soldier in a turban turned around, covering his beaten face, and looked at the white man in front of him in confusion.

"Idiot, do you really think I'm an idiot? Those standing on the waves are all Ming soldiers, why don't you mention that there are also some flying in the sky?"

"Still on the waves. Who do you think they are? Poseidon?"

The white commander's face turned blue with anger, and he pointed at the Indian man in a turban and started cursing.

Ah San covered his face and said aggrievedly, "Sir, there really are airships in the sky. There are a lot of them."

commander:………

After glaring at the guy fiercely, the commander quickly walked to the observation deck, picked up a monocular telescope, and observed the sea in the distance.

Although many people have seen the Ming army's binoculars, the Angel Alliance has also conducted research on them, but only equipped them to senior commanders.

Commanders like him who fought in the colonies still used old-fashioned monoculars.

After looking for a long time and finding nothing unusual, the commander said to the Indian soldier with a cold face: "Go back and tell Barry Hong to hold the position well. If he loses the position, I will shoot his whole family."

Seeing that the commander had no intention of sending reinforcements, the Indian soldier left the command post in frustration.

"Ding ding ding..."

Suddenly an alarm sounded. The Indian soldier looked around in confusion, and suddenly looked at the sea in horror.

I saw a large black mass coming from the sea in the distance, the sky and the ground.

"Ming Army, Ming Army is here..."

Loud shouts rang out in the camp.

The soldiers who were in tents or resting, urged by their officers, hurriedly rushed to their respective positions with their weapons.

The white commander also hurried out, holding up the blurry monocular telescope, looking at the sea in the distance, his body trembling.

Battleships, endless warships, and airships floating in the sky like dark clouds.

"God, that's what they say about not being able to project long distances."

"Damn it! All the soldiers from the entire Ming Dynasty are here."

The commander muttered a few more words, but then he gave a loud order: "All defense points must hold their positions. No one is allowed to fire without my order."

"Also, let those damned Indian monkeys quickly move obstacles to the beach to prevent the Ming army from landing."

"These dirty, lazy guys, I gave the order yesterday, and they haven't done it yet. They should all be sent to the gallows."

The white commander returned to the command post cursing.

The lobster soldiers who received the order directed the Indian soldiers to hurriedly arrange the defense line.

It’s not that they were careless or didn’t prepare in advance.

But in their opinion, the Malacca Strait area could delay the Ming army for a year or two.

Unexpectedly, the Ming army did not play by the rules. After defeating the Malacca fleet, they used a small force to delay Malacca, and the large force directly attacked the Asan area.

"Order each fleet to bombard the enemy's defensive positions in half an hour."

"Order the airship troops to bomb the enemy's rear area, destroy the enemy's camp, and prevent the enemy's reinforcements from coming to rescue them."

"Send a message to Gaohang, dive bombers, get ready. The Marines will be landing in an hour. Ask them to cooperate from the air."

"Oh, right, let them send a team of fighter jets over here first. There are also several airships on the other side. Let's get rid of these annoying guys first."

On the main battleship Sun and Moon, Zheng Zilong held up the most advanced telescope, observing the defensive positions of Asan and the lobster soldiers while issuing combat missions.

After so many years of exploration, he has mastered landing operations.

It's nothing more than artillery bombing, air force bombing, and then the army landing under the enemy's firepower.

Although this method of attacking under the enemy's firepower is very stupid, the fact is that this is the only way.

Not all places are suitable for landing troops.

A series of issues need to be considered, such as the water depth and distribution of reefs on the coast, whether the troops can advance quickly after landing, whether the logistics can keep up quickly, etc.

Therefore, there are only a few truly suitable landing points.

Our side understands this, and the enemy understands this too.

The only difference is the area where the other party will land.

Once the prediction is wrong, it is no longer as simple as failure.

"Okay, I know."

At a temporary airport on an island, Gao Hang nodded after listening to the telegraph operator's report, picked up his flight cap, and shouted to the five waiting pilots: "Get ready to go and destroy the enemy airship."

"Yes."

The pilots shouted excitedly and followed Gao Hang towards the apron in the distance.

These pilots were all newly trained pilots in this world and were complete rookies.

Today is their first time to engage in actual combat, making these stupid birds who have just learned to fly extremely excited.

In order to prevent these rookies from making embarrassing collisions due to operational errors, Gao Hang decided to lead the team personally in this game.

Coming to his plane and looking at number 4322 on it, Gao Zhihang looked somewhat moved.

This is a special number because during that period, a total of 4321 air force personnel were killed.

When Gao Hang was assigning numbers to the aircraft, he applied to Zhu Zhanjun for the top number 4322.

He was paying tribute to his comrades who had fought side by side with him, and at the same time telling them that the Air Force numbers would never disappear, and their achievements, names, and heroism would be remembered forever by everyone.

4322 also became the first number of the Ming Air Force, and was also the number of him as the commander-in-chief and chief instructor.

"In one hour, you will follow orders and fly dive bombers directly to the combat airspace."

Before boarding the plane, Gao Hang introduced the captain of the dive bomber squadron. This was his favorite student and his personal disciple, and his flying ability was the best among the entire flight team.

"is teacher."

The captain of the bombing squadron raised his hand and saluted, then helped the teacher check the plane again. After confirming that there was no problem, he made a gesture to indicate that it was time to fly.

Gao Hang took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator, and the plane's engine roared.

The Ming Dynasty did not use bi-wing fighters, but instead used the latest single-wing fighters.

This fighter jet combines multiple styles from history.

It has the advantages of long endurance, fierce firepower, fast cornering speed and high climbing height.

Besides the advantages, there are also certain disadvantages.

That is because the engine performance is not up to standard, so the speed is slightly slower.

However, in this era when fighter planes have not yet appeared and all warfare depends on airships, this shortcoming is nothing.

When the plane's rotation speed reached a certain level, Gao Hang released the brakes. The fighter jet named Falcon moved forward rapidly. When it reached a certain speed, Gao Hang pushed the joystick.

The nose of the fighter plane suddenly tilted forward and flew obliquely into the sky.

After arriving in the sky, Gao Hang circled in the air, looking at the fighter jets climbing up crookedly below.

After the last plane took off, Gao Hang shook his head helplessly.

Although these students have a wealth of knowledge, their flying time is short after all.

That is to say, in this era, if it were put in the war-torn era, whether these rookies could come back safely after flying into the sky would all depend on the blessings of their ancestors.

After forming a formation in the air, Gao Hang opened the internal communication and began flight instruction while leading this group of rookies to a distant battlefield.

The battlefield was not far from the temporary flight base. At the Falcon's speed of 215 kilometers per hour, it reached the battlefield in less than half an hour.

"finally come!"

Zheng Zilong was looking at the sky with a telescope. When he saw the black spot flying towards the horizon, a smile appeared on his face.

He came to the command desk, picked up the intercom and gave an order: "After the air force helps us clear the airship, we will immediately launch the attack."

"Use the sound of the last airship falling as the standard. All ships and landing forces should be ready."

Then he adjusted the channel, and a whirring sound came from the speaker.

"Lao Gao, see those fat ducks? Just kill them."

Zheng Zilong and Gao Hang often sit together and chat, discussing issues related to aircraft carriers, and they have a good relationship.

Therefore, when addressing others in daily life, we do not use official titles, but instead use this relaxed and normal way of communication.

"Don't worry. We are reluctant to fight, but I will not hold back against this kind of enemy. It's a good opportunity for my little guys to practice."

Gao Hang's gentle voice soon sounded, Zheng Zilong smiled and replied: "How about we make a bet? I guess you need at least ten minutes. Whoever loses will buy a drink at Zuixianlou in the capital."

Gao Hang laughed: "Okay, I'll take the bet, but I only drink wine and eat food, not flower wine."

After saying that, he ended the communication and switched to the internal channel: "Attention, all fighters, the enemy has a total of three combat airships."

"Xiao Hao, follow me. Liu Guangwei and Qi Xian, the two of you form a team. Chen Yong and Wu Hao, the two of you form a team."

"The enemy's airships are arranged in order from left to right."

"receive."

"understand!"

Soon there was a reply in the channel.

After making sure that everyone had figured out the target, Gao Hang flicked the joystick and took Xiao Hao, who had the worst skills, to fly towards the medium-sized airship on the far left.

From the appearance of the other party, Gao Hang judged that the airship was developed by himself, not purchased from the Ming Dynasty.

In addition to its powerful performance, the Ming Dynasty's airships also have a smooth and beautiful overall shape.

In the words of the army on the ground, those big stupid ducks flying in the sky are ugly but like to show off.

Therefore, this ugly appearance is completely inconsistent with the aesthetic taste of the proud Ming Air Force.

"Long live, long live!"

The airship troops on standby above the fleet saw the silver fighter planes passing by. These big fat ducks, who were so proud in front of the army, leaned on the windows and shouted excitedly, with envy and admiration in their eyes.

"Fuck, that looks like Qi Xian. He and I are in the same class."

When Qi Xian's fighter plane flew past an airship, the captain of the airship instantly exclaimed.

When they graduated, they were assigned to different departments. He thought that Qi Xian, who had the best grades, went to the Air Force Headquarters and served as an excellent staff officer, but he didn't expect that he would go to fly fighter planes.

Looking at the fighter jet with its smooth shape and extremely fast speed, the captain of the airship felt a sense of envy and regret.

If he had been more serious back then, he might have been one of them.

While the Ming army was cheering, the three lobster soldier airships on the opposite side, which dared not even move above the command center, also saw the fighter jets flying towards them at a very fast speed.

"Hey, what is that?"

A bearded commander, holding a telescope, looked at the flying object in confusion.

But in the bright sunlight, he couldn't see clearly.

By the time he realized something was wrong, six fighter jets had already arrived at the shooting location.

"Fire!"

Following Gao Hang's order.

The five pilots opened the protective cover, confirmed that the crosshairs were aimed at the target, and pressed the shooting button.

“Da da da da…”

(End of this chapter)