Chapter 315 The Power of Thousand-Pound Bombs

Time goes back to two hours ago, Datong Airport.

Following the flag signals of the ground crew, fighter planes began to taxi from the end of the runway, and finally took off and waited for assembly at an altitude of two thousand meters.

It is worth mentioning that there are some new faces in the formation of this attack.

The most eye-catching aircraft is naturally the Typhoon fighter newly equipped by the Air Force. They use a special palatine air intake, which looks like a roaring beast from a slightly farther distance.

The other batch is the Big Spitfire 9. Now the soldiers of the Air Force 1st Division who have a record of shooting down and whose flight time meets the standard can apply to the military industrial zone for a Spitfire fighter of their own.

Fortunately, the former has the same origin as the Hurricane, and the driving system is very Hawke's style.

For soldiers who have experience in driving the Hurricane, it is relatively easy to get started with the Typhoon fighter.

The latter is one of the enlightenment aircraft for veterans. The first batch of pilots who graduated from the Border Aviation School can skillfully distinguish the functions of each button and instrument panel, otherwise it will be difficult to form combat effectiveness in a short time.

After all the fighter planes arrived at the designated area and formed two formations according to the group, everyone flew towards the western section of the Pingsui Railway under the leadership of Captain Wang Hai and Fang Ziyi.

"Captain Wang, congratulations!"

"You are promoted so fast. It has only taken half a year since you joined the army, and you have reached a height that many people dare not even think of."

"In the days to come, I must cherish every opportunity to go on a mission with you. In the future, you will have to sit in the headquarters and command the overall situation."

The Eighth Route Army's air force started very late, and it has been less than a year since its birth.

Because there are no senior commanders from the air force in the army, and the troops at all levels have been influenced by the traditional army's combat concepts.

As a result, the Air Force Division used to be just a special force attached to the army under the name of the air force, mainly used to provide fire support to ground units.

With the outstanding performance of the Air Force Division in several large-scale battles, the army's morale wizard and deputy commander-in-chief discovered one thing.

That is, the strength and function of its own air force have deviated from the original idea of ​​assisting the army.

Perhaps the Air Force alone cannot solve all problems, but the Air Force 1st Division and the Air Force 2nd Division under construction are fully capable and qualified to fight independently or play a decisive role in large-scale battles.

Considering that the Eighth Route Army will face increasingly powerful enemies in the future, as well as the possibility of specialization of the troops and joint operations of multiple arms.

Desperate War Fox and Army Morale Wizard officially issued a new order a few days ago, and the two decided to completely separate the Air Force 1st Division from the Army.

As for the selection of the commander, it naturally fell on the Morale Wizard, and the important task of deputy commander was given to Wang Hai.

After hearing his teammate's teasing, Captain Wang smiled and picked up the communicator beside him and said:

"With greater ability comes greater responsibility. Aren't you going to be promoted soon?"

"As commanders in the war period, we have many opportunities as long as we don't make mistakes and make more contributions. But you have to remember one thing, that is, there is no end to learning, and you must have a humble heart."

"The North China Front Army and the Army Aviation are not our limits. The Combined Fleet and the Naval Aviation are our biggest enemies. Our country has many coastal cities. Sooner or later, we will fight the devils at sea."

When it comes to fighting at sea, Fang Ziyi suddenly became excited.

It is certainly cool to attack the ground with a close-range support aircraft. After all, no one can refuse to launch an attack from the air, watching the devils wailing everywhere but unable to do anything about it.

But!

The enemies on land are not as impressive as those on the sea. No matter how many heavy artillery positions are bombed, it is not as exciting as bombing a battleship.

As far as he knows, the flagship of the Combined Fleet, the Nagato, is a behemoth. There are definitely no more than ten battleships in the world with a full load displacement larger than her.

Fang Ziyi was so excited that he trembled when he thought about the possibility of attacking a 224-meter-long and 32.5-meter-wide giant in the future.

As if he had thought of something interesting, he continued to ask on the communication channel:

"Captain, will our Eighth Route Army have a navy in the future? Will we become carrier-based aviation or land-based aviation?"

"What are the tall cabinets and grand slams that Director Huang mentioned when he was drinking last time? Are they bombs with more power than a thousand pounds?"

"Oh, I really want to fly on more advanced planes as soon as possible."

After the Shancheng air battle, several of their combat heroes took Fang Ziyi to Huang He for a meal. Everyone mentioned the navy and special bombs during the chat.

Never expected that the drunken young man could still remember some of the content.

After hearing the questions from his team members, Captain Wang Hai almost bit his tongue.

Who would use a strategic bomber with bombs weighing more than five tons to bomb a battleship?

However, considering that Nagato's air defense capability is even worse than Yamato's, maybe we can trick her back to the mainland or the coastal waters of Japan and throw a few tallboys at her.

If that doesn't work, we can use Oyodo to make up the number, after all, she is the flagship of the Combined Fleet.

After thinking for a while, Captain Wang Hai said seriously:

"Okay, let's talk about the future later, let's finish the current mission first!"

"Even if the Eighth Route Army has a navy, it may not have an aircraft carrier. As for carrier-based aviation and land-based aviation? Is this something we can choose? Everything depends on the allocation of superiors and bosses."

"Don't even think about advanced aircraft? The Typhoon you are flying now has only been in service for a few days! It's not a good habit to get tired of the old and get new!"

"Got it!"

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More than an hour later, the two formations arrived at the predetermined target area.

Looking at the enemy planes circling at low altitude, Fang Ziyi said with a strange expression:

"Captain, it seems that the comrade lurking in the Northeast is very powerful, and the intelligence he provided to us is really accurate."

"The enemy has only twelve planes in total. It is estimated that it will be difficult for you to increase the number of kills to fifty before you take office. Action! I can't wait to try the power of the thousand-pound bomb!"

For the enemies that may be encountered in this operation, the comrades of the Air Force 1st Division have long been mentally prepared. After all, the news came directly from the Kwantung Army, and it is difficult to be inaccurate.

At present, there are only 18 squadrons left in the dispatched army aviation in the interior of the country, and 162 fighters of various types can barely be assembled.

The situation of the Kwantung Army Aviation is much better. Even after two large-scale withdrawals, they still have 138 squadrons available.

40% of them are fighters, and the rest are bombers and reconnaissance aircraft.

With the current strength of the First Air Division, even if all the fighter flight squadrons of the Kwantung Army enter the interior, the comrades have the confidence to fight with the help of the anti-aircraft artillery units, and can even use the local numerical advantage to carry out surprise attacks.

What's more, the fighters of the devils have to keep an eye on the Maozi in the north, and the Tsar of the Far East is their biggest imaginary enemy. The share that can be allocated to support the Mongolian Army and the direct troops of the North China Front is at most one-tenth of the total.

Based on the above intelligence, Captain Wang Hai predicted that the opponent's escort force is unlikely to be strong, and at most there are two squadrons of fighters.

In this operation, the First Air Division dispatched a full 36 aircraft.

Even the Typhoon, which was used as a close-range support aircraft, far surpassed the Japanese Type 97 fighter in all aspects of performance.

Even if the Mongolian troops sent aircraft to support or pursue, they could ensure their own safety, and even take the initiative to participate in the battle to seize air superiority.

After hearing the urging of his team members, Captain Wang Hai really gave the order.

"Attention, all crews! Attention, all crews!"

"We are about to reach the target! Groups one to six will kill the escorting flies, and groups seven to nine will perform bombing missions! We must fight quickly and make a quick decision to avoid accidents!"

"In the enemy's occupied area, all actions should be cautious!"

"Understood!"

After receiving the order, Fang Ziyi directly led his wingman and team members to attack the railway. Their target was the transport train in motion.

And Captain Wang took 23 Hurricanes/Spitfires and rushed directly to the Type 97 fighter fleet surrounding the sky.

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"Woo! Woo!"

In the desert of Suiyuan, a train was slowing down with black smoke.

At the same time, the driver in the cab at the front of the train desperately grabbed the brake lever on the side, and did not let go even though he had pulled it to the back position.

"Amaterasu, please bless us! Stop quickly!"

"Baga! Why is the emergency brake so slow! Which country's junk is this!"

At this moment, all the wheels were tightly held by the brake pads.

The brake shoes and wheels were rubbing violently, and the harsh noise could be heard even after a few miles.

The emergency brake device can be regarded as the last insurance on the train. As long as it is activated, all carriages can stop running in the shortest time.

Because the device will damage the body of the car, the driver will not activate it easily under normal circumstances.

But! Now is a special situation! Because there are more than a dozen enemy planes flying from the south, if the train cannot stop smoothly, it is estimated that everyone will be finished.

Even in such harsh conditions, the Japanese still follow the orders of their superiors.

Some of them stood by the carriage, holding the Type 38 rifle in their hands facing the sky, trying to use their only light weapons to fight against the fast-approaching attack aircraft.

The other part was sorting out equipment and supplies, trying to seize the time to retreat after the speed of the train slowed down.

"Everyone! Listen to my orders!"

"I will definitely seize the fleeting opportunity! Lead you to shoot down the dive bombers of the Eighth Route Army!"

Unfortunately, the speed of the Typhoon fighter is too fast.

At a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, ordinary people's naked eyes cannot capture the target at all. In addition to the height factor, the possibility of a rifle hit is extremely low, and it is more reliable to switch to a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

When the Japanese raised their guns, the four planes of Group 7 were about to cut into the most ideal attack angle.

For Fang Ziyi, the Japanese counterattack was really not challenging. The weak Arisaka rifle bullets could not even penetrate the bulletproof steel plate of the Typhoon.

The only threatening enemy was the two Type 96 cannons arranged behind the front of the train.

"Boom boom boom!"

When he was about to fly over the train, Fang Ziyi pressed the launch button.

The dull sound of machine guns rang out, and 20mm Western artillery shells were fired from the wings. The wooden railings on the roofless carriages did not provide any protection at all.

Although the screams of the Japanese soldiers could not be heard, the splashing red blood mist was enough to prove that the attack just now had yielded a lot of results.

After entering the battlefield from the south and eliminating the anti-aircraft gun group, Fang Ziyi drove the Typhoon fighter and began to dive directly above the train.

In the era without computers, the only way to hit a moving target was to rely on the pilot's experience.

However, the person who was carrying out the mission at this moment was the 192nd of the Eighth Route Army. In his eyes, the train that was about to stop was not much different from a fixed target.

After reaching a safe height, Fang Ziyi immediately dropped the bomb.

After the bomb was detached from the rack, he pulled the fighter plane up without looking back, and even did not fire his favorite rockets on weekdays.

Today's bomb is also a new friend. This big treasure weighs 454 kilograms. Any slow withdrawal is disrespectful to the thousand pounds.

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the bomb collided head-on with the locomotive head-on. Even the person involved did not expect such an effect.

This accuracy is definitely a combination of luck and technology.

Accompanied by violent smoke and flames, the entire locomotive was lifted high, and disintegration and melting were its final fate. The killing range of this thousand-pound bomb covers the entire train, and even the last carriage was not spared.

As a veteran military power in Europe, Britain has a special liking for bombs of various types and weights.

Throughout World War II, you can find four-kilogram small sweet potatoes and ten-ton Grand Slams in the warehouses of the Royal Air Force.

The one Fang Ziyi used today is the 454 kg/thousand-pound MCMKII bomb.

It is charged with 210 kilograms of RDX, and the explosive equivalent is equivalent to 300 kilograms of TNT, which is more powerful than the Japanese Navy's Type 92 500kg bomb.

Looking at the transport train covered in smoke and dust, Fang Ziyi nodded with great satisfaction.

Although I don't know the specific killing effect of the bomb just now, it is estimated that no one can survive under a thousand-pound bomb. After all, this thing is generally used to blow up fortifications and aircraft carriers, and it is the first time in the world to blow up a train.

However, as a good comrade who is diligent and frugal, he still picked up the portable communicator in his hand and ordered:

"Continue the attack. Anyway, we can't use up all the bombs and take them back. Don't aim deliberately, just throw them at the back half of the smoke."

"I just saw tanks and heavy artillery on the train. Maybe the bombing of the rear carriages can cause a secondary explosion. We may kill a whole squadron this time!"

"Got it!"

The battle with air superiority is so simple and efficient.

A transport train like this with little air defense capability is a piece of fat meat in the eyes of close-range support aircraft, even today, eighty years later.

With a power of a thousand pounds, six bombs can destroy a village. You can find it on the Internet.

I wanted to post the Easter egg chapter of the video, but I really couldn't.

There are a thousand more words, so just take it as compensation