Chapter 3099: Irregular Takeoff, Crematorium on the Spot

At this moment, the air defense alarms were blaring at the entire Japanese airport. The few remaining Japanese fighter planes were taxiing and taking off on the taxiway, trying to make a last-ditch effort before the bombs fell, and even if they were under air raids, they would fight the Russians again.

Of course, the planes on the airport were not just the Japanese fighter planes that were taking off urgently. The Type 1 Land Attack and Type 1 Fighting Falcon, as well as a bunch of old planes, were neatly arranged on the runway.

It seemed that there were no idle taxiways and runways for these things to take off urgently. The Japanese at the airport simply gave up and gave up all the take-off positions to the last batch of high-performance fighter planes in their hands.

As for the idle personnel, they all ran to the air defense positions at the airport to prepare for battle, and various small and medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns began to fire one after another.

But the problem was that the Kwantung Army, which had been peaceful for a long time, did not have many anti-aircraft guns at hand. Not only were the number insufficient, but the performance was also insufficient.

Facing small-scale incoming enemy aircraft, they could still barely hold out, but now facing the Red Army's super-large fleet of aircraft that could move in the three-digit range, the Kwantung Army's small and medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns were just a psychological comfort.

Not to mention the bombers, the Japanese airfield anti-aircraft artillery could not even block and drive away the fighters. Kozhidub, who was diving down at high speed, had already taken the lead and aimed at the top of a taxiing Type 3 fighter.

After a short but fierce air battle, Kozhidub's remaining ammunition was almost gone.

The Soviet aircraft cannon has the advantage of being powerful, but the problem of small ammunition load also exists, resulting in Soviet fighters requiring pilots to have extremely high artillery skills.

Even a top ace with a very high shooting accuracy like Kozhidub had to pay attention to the ammunition inventory and control firepower at all times when he was engaged in the second round of battle.

The Type 3 Flying Swallow on the taxiway had already turned into the takeoff path and began to raise its nose for the final takeoff.

The Japanese pilot in the cockpit looked quite nervous, flustered, and anxious. While flying the fighter, he kept looking up. It was obvious that he knew that there was a fierce god approaching him quickly in the sky.

But just knowing it is useless. Knowing it can't solve the actual problem.

Objective reality is not subject to human subjective will, no matter how anxious, hard-working, and repeatedly looking up.

The plane in the taxiing and takeoff stage has not yet taken off, and it is useless to be anxious.

Similarly, Koridub, who dodged the anti-aircraft barrage and rushed down, would not show mercy because of the panic of the Japanese pilot.

Boom, boom, boom—

The three 20mm cannons on the nose of the plane fired again. Kozhidub, who had excellent eyesight, could even see the Japanese pilot's flustered and panicked movements in the cockpit. It was under such circumstances that he was hit by a barrage of bullets.

Although bloody and inhumane, for Kozhidub, who had limited ammunition left, this was the best way to kill the enemy—directly kill the pilot of the Japanese fighter plane.

More than a dozen shells poured into the cockpit in succession, shattering the windshield above the head and breaking the outer frame of the cockpit.

The leather flight cap worn by the Japanese pilot was torn off, shot in from the top of the head and then shot out from the chin. The 20mm bullet, which was thicker than a thumb, directly blew the whole head into pieces.

The red barrage included armor-piercing shells, incendiary bombs, and high-explosive bombs.

The final result was that the entire cockpit cover of the Japanese fighter plane was blown off on the spot, and the frame and glass shards were removed from the fuselage.

There was no one in the cockpit anymore, only a pile of scarlet and pale things were still burning and smoking in the flashing fire.

Like a drunkard, the fighter plane was completely out of control, and stopped the final stage of takeoff with the nose pulled up. Instead, the nose fell headfirst on the airport runway, exploding and igniting a fire on the spot.

Kozhidub succeeded in one strike, and immediately changed his dive posture to level flight and climb.

However, the remaining Japanese fighter planes queuing for takeoff on the runway below were not so lucky.

Because time was too short and it was the last moment of life and death, the Japanese fighter planes on the runway below forcibly broke through the safety distance limit of the continuous takeoff position, and rushed to take off one after another, just complaining that the speed was not fast enough.

The unlucky one in front, who had just taken off and had not had time to climb, fell to the ground and exploded, and the wreckage rolled on the ground into a ball of fire.

The second Japanese fighter plane following closely behind was immediately affected. There was no time to brake to stop takeoff, let alone dodge. With a scream from the pilot, it crashed directly into the flaming wreckage.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Boom--

The blazing fire of the original explosion of a fighter plane expanded again, and instantly turned into two groups of fighter wreckage mixed together and exploded and burned violently.

A huge amount of fighter fragments were thrown into the sky by the shock wave of the explosion, and even the engine wreckage on the nose of the plane was like a falling meteor, dragging black smoke and being blown away for a long distance and rolling to the ground.

The incompletely burned aviation fuel was scattered everywhere by the shock wave of the explosion.

A pile in the east and a pool in the west directly ignited a river of fire on the runway.

And this is exactly what Kozhidub wanted.

As long as one Japanese fighter plane was shot down on the runway, the wreckage and the fire caused by the explosion would be enough to block the subsequent Japanese fighter planes queuing up for takeoff.

Not only did they successfully destroy one plane, but they also took away another one because of the dangerous operation of the Japanese army, further increasing the explosion radius and making the flames completely cut off the entire runway.

The Japanese fighter planes that were waiting in line to take off panicked when they saw this scene.

Although they were not as unprepared as the second unlucky one in front and crashed into the sea of ​​fire, it was obviously too late to shut down the engine and stop taking off. The braking distance was not enough, and they had to continue to slide forward into the fire.

There was no other way. The Japanese pilots who had the last chance directly stepped on the rudder and swung the flaps, causing the nose of the fighter plane to swing during the high-speed taxiing takeoff stage and began to tailspin in place.

The whole fighter plane was spinning on the runway like it had drunk fake wine and forced to brake. It was almost as if the landing gear, which was not a strong structure, broke on the spot.

The brakes were applied, and it did forcefully avoid rushing into the fire, but the problem obviously did not end there.

Another Japanese fighter plane that followed closely behind and lined up to take off could not stop.

Seeing that the braking distance was not enough, he also adopted the same method of pedaling the rudder, shaking his head and tail to try to brake forcibly.

Just as he climbed out of the cabin and prepared to jump off, he saw his teammate's fighter plane crashing towards him uncontrollably.

The frightened Japanese pilot didn't care to think too much, and jumped out of the cabin without saying a word. He fell on the hardened ground with his face first, which hurt terribly, but he didn't have time to think too much and quickly got up and staggered and ran.

Then he heard a loud "click" sound from behind.

I don't know what happened, but I suddenly had a toothache, which made my typing very inefficient. I can only barely finish one update at this time.

I will make it up to everyone tomorrow, Corgi promises to do what he says.