Chapter 522 I Don’t Understand, Fenghua Accent

As the backbone of the First Kong Division and the big brother who leads the way for the comrades, Captain Wang Hai's voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, and a few words calmed everyone's impatience.

After the wingmen returned to their positions, all Resentment fighters returned to the formation most suitable for air combat.

This time, everyone did not blindly pursue the ultimate performance. Instead, they controlled the flight speed within an easy-to-control range of 600 to 650 kilometers per hour.

As for this speed, is it a bit conservative?

Just kidding, it’s definitely enough!

As we all know, the speed difference between the Hellcat and the Zero is as small as 40 kilometers per hour, and the F's restraint is needless to say.

As long as he doesn't make mistakes, the speed of 600 to 650 kilometers per hour will definitely be enough for Lao Fei of the Kongyi Division to perform at the level of a bad guy.

Let alone the first-style fighting falcon, even if the Japs now develop the fourth-style blast, they still have to focus on preserving their lives.

Of course, arrogant soldiers will inevitably be defeated.

Looking at the five-blade Roto propeller rotating at high speed, I then calculated the theoretical time for the formation to arrive in the airspace of Liugong Island. Considering that it was the first time for everyone to fight against the Kwantung Army Army Aviation, Captain Wang Hai took advantage of every opportunity and said:

"For the Japanese Air Force's Type 1 fighter, air combat at speeds above 500 kilometers per hour is basically a luxury. Because this speed has reached the edge of the Falcon's flight envelope."

"So we have the advantage innately, and everyone can directly take the initiative and choice in air combat when the war starts."

"Of course, you must never underestimate the enemy and be complacent. I hope that after the support mission is over, everyone can return to the base safely."

During World War II, the ever-changing air combat was extremely contingency.

Even if you rely on technology and advanced fighter planes, you can be the first to shoot down the invading enemy with aircraft cannon. But if you fall into a low-energy state, you will also become prey for the enemy.

Under the above circumstances, ace pilots and rookies face similar situations and choices. This is the main reason why Captain Wang Hai always warns his comrades.

"yes!"

"receive!"

"Promise to complete the mission!"

During the conversation, the comrades drove their respective fighter jets and arrived at the edge of the Liugong Island airspace.

Ten new fighter planes with a slightly unfamiliar appearance almost caused the anti-aircraft artillery troops stationed on the island to miss the target.

However, after seeing the familiar aircraft logo and fuselage painting, each gun position stepped back from the brink in time, thus avoiding an own incident.

"Ceasefire!"

"All cease fire! Those planes are friendly forces!"

"Each artillery position has returned to primary alert, and the fish that have slipped through the net will be left to the comrades of the 1st Kong Division."

After receiving the order from the air defense headquarters, the deafening bombardment suddenly stopped. If the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated, no one would have been able to tell that a war had just occurred on the island.

The sudden disappearance of the artillery fire also aroused the vigilance of the old devils.

The altitude they were currently at was far from reaching the shooting height limit of medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns. At this time, the troops stationed on the island on the ground ceased fire. It must be that the enemy's reinforcements were about to arrive on the battlefield.

"Gentlemen, the enemy plane is about to attack."

"This is the last difficulty. As long as we can break through the blockade of the Eighth Route Army Air Force, the return journey will be smooth sailing."

As soon as these words came out, the few remaining Japanese soldiers suddenly became energetic.

Since Operation No. 1, the experience of the 3rd Flying Division of the North China Front can simply be described as horrific. Anyone who sees squadrons disappearing like snowflakes will be determined to take revenge.

Besides, as the former strongest, they had long been fed up with the arrogance and domineeringness of the Eighth Route Army Air Force, and wanted to have a life-and-death showdown with the Air Force Division, which is currently known as the strongest in Asia.

Now that the opportunity is coming to your door, how can you not make the devils excited?

"Ouch!"

"Lieutenant, please rest assured that we will not hold you back in the next air battle."

"If conditions permit, the four of us will take the initiative to create a breakout opportunity for you. Compared with the intelligence and aviation headquarters' combat plans, our lives and deaths are not worth mentioning."

Now that the war has started, the Japanese naturally know that their main fighter, the Type 1 Fighting Falcon, is inferior to the Asian version of the Spitfire of the Eighth Route Army Air Force in all aspects of performance.

The reason why they dare to face difficulties, in addition to their own loyalty to militarism, is mainly because they firmly believe that no matter how powerful the weapon is, it still needs people to use it.

It is true that the enemy air force does have the initiative.

But they can rely on their superb technology to force the Asian Spitfire into the envelope where they have dominance in air combat. For example, the acceleration performance at low altitude is better than that of fighting in circles.

After a period of intracranial self-pumping, the devils' desire to fight rose again.

The five Type One Fighting Falcons accelerated their climb, striving to gain a height advantage before the fight. They were already fighting against the odds.

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The distance of more than ten kilometers passed in an instant, and the battle officially began.

Over Liugong Island, Resentment fighter jets and Type-1 Fighting Falcons were entangled with each other, and a web of firepower weaved by tracer bullets was flying all over the sky.

The former, relying on its cross-generational performance, focuses on breaking away immediately after firing, and does not want to reveal even the slightest flaw.

The latter wants to set the battlefield within his own comfort zone and then use his rich experience to defeat the enemy.

Under the watchful eyes of the pilots of both sides and the anti-aircraft artillery troops stationed on the island, Funaki Akihisa was the first to press the launch button of the airborne weapon in the new round of duel.

At the nose of the aircraft, two 12.7mm Type 1 machine guns sprayed red-blue flames, and dozens of bullets enveloped the No. 079 Resentment fighter.

The old devil thought that he had completely understood the combat habits of the enemy's ace pilot. Now that he was in a favorable firing position, he would definitely be able to shoot down the enemy with a head-on attack.

"Die! Republic of China!"

Just as Funaki Akihisa roared, Captain Wang Hai drove the Resentment fighter 180 degrees and half-rolled. That relaxed look clearly saw through the devil's underwear.

In a life-and-death fight, normal people would not show off their skills, and a fatal blow was the kingly way.

In the process of avoiding the enemy's attack, Captain Wang pressed the firing button of the Western Cannon and completed a pre-shot that was enough to be included in the textbooks of the aviation school.

With the red flames on the wings, the 20mm Hispano cannon shells accurately hit the Type 1 Fighting Falcon.

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Although the two planes were far apart, the sound of the cockpit being smashed could not be heard.

But with his eagle-like vision, Captain Wang Hai could still clearly see the flying fragments of the canopy, as well as the red and white blood plasma and brain matter.

"The 80th shot down, my score will soon be the first in Asia."

"I don't know when I can use close-range combat bullets and medium-range air-to-air bullets. This visual dogfight is really a tiring job."

Fast, too fast.

From the two people's sincere rivalry to the destruction of Funaki Akihisa's plane and his death, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

After a successful attack, Captain Wang climbed again and looked for the next target. The Resentful Fighter had 674 rounds of ammunition. Theoretically, he was fully capable of destroying a team alone.

This elegant scene was taken by the lookout on the cruiser Lamotte Pickett.

Presumably in the future, this photo will become the treasure of a certain military museum.

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September 30, 1942, the headquarters of the 12th Army in Quancheng.

After a whole month of fierce fighting, the 8th, 14th, 23rd and the 1st and 2nd tank divisions finally completed the first step of Operation No. 1: moving south.

The 27th, 32nd, 35th and 59th divisions of the North China Front Army were also assembled and were ready to go to the battlefield at the command.

At this time, Okamura Yasuji, Tsuchihashi Ichi and nine lieutenant general division commanders gathered in the combat meeting room of the 12th Army. The war was imminent, and they still needed to make final adjustments based on the deployment of the Eighth Route Army.

"On behalf of the headquarters and the North China Front Army, I welcome the arrival of all the division commanders."

"I know that your troops have been fighting the enemy throughout September and are now exhausted. But in early October, the army must start to move, because time is running out."

"Every day we rest, the strength of the Eighth Route Army in Shandong Province will be stronger, and their land and air transportation has never stopped."

In the almost endless air raids of the 1st and 2nd Air Divisions, the Japanese who went south lost some troops more or less, and the 27th Division suffered the most casualties.

As a Type B division, this group of Japanese lacked field anti-aircraft weapons.

In addition, they also needed to cooperate with the 3rd Flying Division as bait, and lost nearly 20% of their troops in just one week.

Under normal circumstances, such troops must rest before the war, otherwise they are likely to become a filler baby like the 59th Division.

And now Okamura Ningji has made a deployment like killing the chicken to get the eggs, which is obviously really anxious.

Seeing that none of the division commanders in the conference room followed suit, the old devil threw the pen in his hand on the table, and then pointed at the map and roared loudly.

Because he was too excited, his Tokyo accent was faintly Fenghua-flavored.

"In December of the 12th year of the Showa era, it was also in the suburbs of Quancheng that the Fifth Division led 30,000 samurai to conquer the Third Army of the Republic of China and won a great victory."

"I don't understand why everyone is talking about Ishida Mitsunari being besieged in Sekigahara. It seems that this battlefield is doomed to be a disaster for us."

"Four years ago, I set out on the journey from Central China and started the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere. Wherever my troops went, the enemy was terrified. It can be said that we had the best time."

"That kind of unstoppable and overwhelming state is still before my eyes."

"In just four years, has this place become the place where we fight to the death?"

"No matter how you look at it, the battle force is 300,000 to 200,000, and the advantage is mine!" (End of this chapter)