Chapter 211: Air Battle at Zhongtiao Mountain

Seeing that his dive bomber formation had successfully cleared most of the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower points, Ishida Reizo suddenly became a little restless.

This battle was very important to him, after all, it involved the future path of promotion. No one wanted to return empty-handed, let alone watch two types of bombers take all the credit.

"All squadrons! Give up the alert mission immediately!"

"The enemy will not have air support. Now is our hunting time. Don't let the Type 97 heavy bomber finish the job!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ishida Reizo took the lead and left the formation.

He was like a hunting vulture, driving the Type 97 fighter from 2,500 meters in the air.

This arrogant Japanese lieutenant colonel first blew up an artillery position with four 25-kilogram bombs, and then used two machine guns to madly fire at the trench below.

The other 35 Type 97 fighters followed suit, giving up their altitude to follow Ishida Reizo's steps.

But at this moment, hundreds of unfamiliar planes appeared in the blue sky. Most of them were advanced single-wing fighters, interspersed with more than 30 biplane fighters.

"Arrived at the main battlefield, visually sighted enemy aircraft! All crews are ready for battle."

For the soldiers of the Ninth Army, the new aircraft made them completely desperate. With such a huge difference in combat power, the commander Pei Changhui was even considering which unit to send to cover the rear.

"Commander! Something is wrong! Those fighters are divided into two groups, and they are all heading for the devils!"

"Look! It's friendly forces! They are all fucking friendly forces! Those biplane fighters are called fighters, I have seen them on the battlefield before!"

Pei Changhui was struck by lightning by the words of his own chief of staff, and he immediately picked up a telescope and began to observe. Just as his subordinates said, the intruding friendly forces have begun to dive at the devil's planes.

A few seconds later, the expression of the commander became very complicated. He knocked on his helmet in confusion, and then said to the staff officers around him:

"It's strange, I see that there are neither blue sky and white sun nor devil's ointment flags on those planes."

"I didn't receive any news of air support before the war. Where did these friendly forces come from? Could it be that Yan Laoxi's Shanxi Suiyuan Army secretly hid it?"

Pei Changhui didn't think about the Eighth Route Army at all. After all, the two sides had a big fight some time ago, not to mention that the Air Force can't be formed just by saying it.

"My great commander, why are you still entangled at this point?"

"It doesn't matter which side they are from, as long as they are friendly forces. Should we fight or retreat? Give orders quickly!"

After being interrupted by his subordinates, Pei Changhui glared at the chief of staff with some dissatisfaction. He pulled out his service gun and slapped it on the ammunition box, then said domineeringly:

"The Japanese gun barrels are hitting our heads! Why the hell are we running away! If we are scared now, our entire army will be chased into the Yellow River by the devils!"

"Tell the brothers! We have strong reinforcements! Even if we die today, we must die on the battlefield! Anyone who dares to take a step back will be directly punished by military law!"

Although he was only the commander of a ragtag army, Pei Chang graduated from the Baoding Army Officer School, and he had a clear view of the situation in front of him.

Even if he wanted to retreat, he had to hold on or even fight back a wave. Otherwise, he would definitely be bitten by the devils, and if he could leave a division at that time, he would be considered capable.

"Good!"

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Ishida Reizo lived up to the name of the Kwantung Army. This old devil did not forget to observe the battlefield environment when attacking the ground. When a strange plane appeared in the sky, he immediately picked up the communicator and shouted:

"Attention, all teams, enemies spotted! More than one hundred!"

"Except for the Gladiator fighter, the rest of the models and performance are unknown, and they are all suspected to be fighters! Everyone, pull up to the altitude! Prepare to meet the enemy! Cover the bomber group!"

Although the height and number of their own formation were at an absolute disadvantage, the devils were not afraid at all. They were confident in their fighters and driving skills.

In Xiao Ri's eyes, the pilots of the Republic of China had long been broken. Except for the flying team that aided China, no one was their opponent.

Even if an enemy plane appeared on the battlefield, it must be a rookie who could not even guarantee the flight time.

Facing such a weak chicken, there is no need to seize a favorable firing position. Just relying on the arrogant momentum, the enemy's operation can be deformed and lose the advantage.

The reaction of the devils exceeded Wang Hai's expectations. He did not expect that the other party would be so stubborn. Even this usually serious fighting hero showed a sarcastic expression at this time.

In the current battle situation, the Air Force 1st Division has an absolute advantage. After all, all air battles during World War II are inseparable from the combination of altitude + speed + firepower.

All tactics are developed from the simplest maneuver of diving. It can be said that altitude is speed, and speed represents life.

"It seems that the Japanese haven't figured out the situation yet. Flight instructors and top students, follow me. We are responsible for killing those escorting flies and opening up an offensive channel for the novices."

"Today we will show the little Japanese whose airspace is here."

"We are in a high-energy state, so use the B&Z tactics and don't give the enemy a chance to counterattack!"

The energy in air combat refers to the sum of the kinetic energy and potential energy of the aircraft. The kinetic energy is determined by the speed of the aircraft, and the potential energy is determined by the flight altitude.

Kinetic energy and potential energy can be converted into each other, but it takes time and there will be a certain loss.

The side with the energy advantage can occupy the advantageous angle faster, and can also use low-cost maneuvers to drain the opponent's energy and force the enemy into a desperate situation.

In air combat, energy is everything.

The B&Z tactic is based on this theory, which is a very brainless but very effective way of playing.

The whole tactical process, in simple terms, is a high-altitude dive attack, whether it hits or not, it will be pulled up, and any long-term battle can be avoided by returning to the altitude immediately.

As long as the altitude advantage is occupied, the opponent must tilt the plane up if he wants to fight back, and doing so is prone to stalling.

Moreover, being high above can not only easily select the target, but also make aiming much simpler.

In short, you can't hit me, but I can kill you from multiple angles. You only have one chance, and my trial and error has almost no cost.

As for Captain Wang Hai not letting ordinary graduates participate in dogfights, it is entirely out of the psychological protection of them.

In this era of air combat, there is no radar and air-to-air guided missiles. Aircraft machine guns and cannons are the key to solving battles. Pilots must fly the plane while searching for the enemy with their naked eyes.

This is a bit like a hand-to-hand fight with bayonets. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a meat grinder. It is a great test of the pilot's psychological quality and on-the-spot performance.

When fighting with the enemy in visual range, the devils must not show mercy like the instructors in the aviation school.

It is more or less difficult for pure novices to fight with the Army Aviation pilots for the first time on the battlefield.

Rather than giving away those precious seeds in vain, it is better to let them attack bombers with less threats and accumulate certain experience for future battles.

In the radio communication channel, Captain Wang Hai looked at the comrades who were charging with him nearby and shouted:

"Attention everyone! Speed ​​up! Keep maneuvering! Follow me!"

"We must give full play to the advantages of the performance of the fighter planes and reduce the number of enemy planes as quickly as possible. I emphasize again, don't play circling with them."

The two Spitfires and forty-six Hurricanes, relying on the acceleration brought by the descent of the aircraft and coordinating with their own engines, the overall speed is naturally self-evident.

When fighter planes full of industrial aesthetics dived from the sky at a speed of 700km/h, the Japanese soldiers could basically take their hands off the throttle and joystick.

From Ishida Reizo's perspective, he saw dozens of small green dots rushing down, and then it was a one-sided massacre.

A series of long bursts instantly blew up the subordinates nearby, and even he himself survived with great effort.

In the test of life and death, the Japanese lieutenant colonel quickly made a choice.

Ishida Reizo first flew the Type 97 fighter plane in level flight to accumulate speed. He was ready to lure the enemy plane to dive again, and then look for an opportunity to pull up the nose of the plane to form a flying posture with the enemy plane.

Although there is a great chance of being killed by doing this, if you don't take risks, the opponent will continue to use the energy advantage brought by the dive until the entire team is eaten up.

"Baga! Where on earth did these monsters come from! Not only are the performance of the aircraft amazingly strong, but each pilot is also very powerful."

"Umeki-kun! Let's form a temporary formation! Prepare to use the enemy's head-on attack to crack the opponent's B&Z tactics."

Speaking of this, Ishida Reizo really had no words to say. Just in the first wave of confrontation, the entire team had lost nearly half of its members.

I wouldn't have gambled earlier. I just wanted to gamble for fun, but the opponent was a poker monster.

In his wild thoughts, a Spitfire fighter had entered the combat position. He pulled it up suddenly and launched a long-planned attack on the unfamiliar enemy.

Maybe if it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be in a mess when facing a sudden head-on attack.

But the one driving the Spitfire fighter was Wang Tianbao, the man who was most familiar with propeller planes among the six combat heroes.

He just made a simple 180-degree half-roll maneuver to avoid the small water pipe of the opposite Type 97 fighter. Then, without any hesitation, he pressed the launch button.

Two 20mm cannons and four 7.7mm machine guns sprayed red flames, accurately giving the enemy planes on the opposite side a wake-up call.

Although he could not hear the screams of the devils on the opposite side, Wang Tianbao still saw the blood splashing in the cockpit cover of the opponent at the moment of firing.

He did not feel complacent after blowing up another enemy plane. He quickly selected the next target and changed the Spitfire fighter from diving to climbing upwards.

From the head-on to the mutual firing, and then to Ishida Reizo being beaten into meat and fireballs, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

This scene was clearly seen by some soldiers on the Ninth Army. While they were preparing to deal with the devil's army, they secretly cheered in their hearts.

Cool!

Relieve hatred!

So refreshing!

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While the fighters of both sides were still fighting, the attack formation led by Fang Ziyi had rushed to the vicinity of the 97 heavy explosion.

All the novices held their breath. Although they could not fight side by side with the instructors and compete with the Japanese fighters, it was also a good choice to shoot down more expensive bombers.

Over the years, they had had enough of the arrogance of the Japanese Army Aviation.

In the past, when they saw Japanese planes, all the troops could only avoid or hide. Now it was time to avenge the previous shame!

Compared with the fighters that were busy licking the ground and voluntarily gave up their altitude, the combat altitude of the Type 97 heavy bombers has been maintained at a low altitude of two thousand meters. The moment the Air Force 1st Division appeared, the bomber group suddenly exploded.

"Several enemy crews have crossed the blockade and are approaching the bomber group!"

"Escorts, come back quickly, we have entered the enemy's range! What the hell are you doing, you pigs! Why are you so slow to return to defense! If you don't come back, you can collect our bodies!"

Facing the heavy bombers without escort, Fang Ziyi and others chose to attack head-on.

This method will bring greater pressure to the bomber pilots, and the fighters rushing straight at them seem to be about to hit the bombers.

Under great pressure, the bomber pilots are likely to dodge. Other aircraft must also dodge to avoid colliding with the bombers that are making evasive movements.

In this way, the entire formation may be destroyed while dodging.

Once the formation is broken up, the lone bomber will have no resistance in front of the fighters.

Facing the attack of the Air Force 1st Division, the Japanese bomber fleet is like a helpless chick. Arrogance and arrogance make their formation too dense and difficult to dodge.

Spring thunder beats the drums for me, and the red sun calls me to annihilate the enemy.

At this time, Fang Ziyi's face is very ferocious. He quickly locked onto a bomber with the fighter sight, and 12 7.62mm aircraft machine guns swept towards the Type 97 heavy bomber in front.

Boom!

There was a loud noise in the air, and a heavy bomber turned into a big fireball.

Casualties appeared, and the Japanese pilots were immediately anxious. They kept urging the machine gunners and bombardiers to complete their work!

"Throw all the bombs out! Otherwise we can't run away at all!"

"What are the self-defense machine gunners doing! Can't you even shoot down the old biplane fighters?"

"All crews! Allowed to leave the queue! Avoid on your own!"

Hundreds of bombs that were enough to make the Japanese feel distressed did not even touch the positions of the Ninth Army, only the earth groaned in pain.

But how could these Type 97 heavy bombers avoid the carefully prepared raid? This Zhongtiao Mountain is not only my hometown, but also a grave prepared for you.

May 7, 1941, this seemingly ordinary day, was destined to become an indispensable part of the Chinese Air Force.

The Air Force 1st Division made its first large-scale appearance, kicking off with a surprise attack and delivering an impressive report card.

With the loss of five of its own aircraft, a total of 35 Type 97 fighters, 36 Type 97 heavy bombers and 20 Type 97 light bombers were destroyed, directly reducing the scale of the Army Aviation attacking Zhongtiao Mountain by one third.

The eagle of the motherland will always soar in the sky.

I was dumbfounded, why didn't I send it out.