Rise From Eight Hundred

China's ace pilots are qualified to add another red five-pointed star to their fuselages.

The aerial bombs that the Japanese planes were reluctant to drop were very deadly. The 30-kilogram aerial bomb under the wing of a Japanese warship bomber was continuously swept by a 12.7 mm machine gun. The terrible explosion blew the entire plane and the pilot into pieces.

The other six Chinese fighters also achieved the brilliant results of shooting down one and injuring two.

But they also paid an extremely painful price.

One fighter dragged thick smoke and refused Le Yiqing's strict order to parachute, struggling to drive away in the direction of the capital. Two other fighters were more seriously damaged. They also refused to parachute and made forced landings on the road. One succeeded by luck, but the other lost control and rushed into the field from the road. In front of 3,000 Chinese infantrymen, it crashed into a ball of flames in the field.

So far, China has lost 2 of its 10 fighters in the high altitude and 3 in the medium and low altitude, leaving a total of 5.

As for the Japanese army, none of the 8 fighter planes in the high sky were lost, and 1 was still in the low sky, totaling 9.

Le Yiqing led 6 flight trainees with a total of 10 fighter planes to shoot down and damage 5 Japanese planes, and he also lost 5 planes in the battle. It seemed to be a draw, but with a group of rookies still fighting against the strong with the weak, any battle would be a victory, and his "Tian Ji Horse Racing" tactics were undoubtedly successful.

If he left at this point, the "Steel Helmet of the Jiangnan Land" would still be the most dazzling symbol in the Chinese sky of this era.

He has achieved the ultimate in excellence.

But Le Yiqing did not.

The 8 Japanese planes in the high sky still had bombs under their bellies. He left with the remaining fighter planes, and the Japanese fighter planes would certainly drop the bombs on the heads of the infantry on the ground.

The infantry had already opened fire with all their strength before, and their hiding places had long been exposed. The dropping of 8 heavy bombs and more than a dozen small bombs might have brought thousands of casualties, or even more.

So, he chose to continue the fight.

The ‘Eight Star’ fighter plane raised its head and soared into the sky.

Behind him, three Chinese fighter planes followed closely without hesitation.

However, the number of Japanese planes swooping down in the sky was nearly twice that of theirs.

This was still an unequal battle.

This was a battle with completely unequal numbers.

“Fight!” The Chinese soldiers shouted loudly, their hands clenched tightly, and they only hated that they could not fly up to the sky to accompany them to fight.

However, this was destined to be a battle for the Air Force.

The Japanese plane that fled frantically from the low altitude finally escaped the pursuit of the Chinese fighter plane under the cover of its swooping colleagues.

At an altitude of 2,800 meters, only one Japanese plane was still chasing the Chinese fighter plane that was already emitting thick smoke, and the remaining 5 planes all jumped into the low altitude below 2,000 meters, and the other two Japanese planes that were led away were returning at high speed.

There will be as many as 8 Japanese planes to fight against the four-plane formation led by Le Yiqing that is pulling up.

The young face of the Chinese ace pilot remained calm as he led the formation to turn in the air to find a suitable attack angle.

"Follow me, don't leave the team easily!" The command in the intercom was calm and composed, which made the pilots younger than him feel much more at ease.

"Also, you must parachute before the plane loses control. This is not a military order. I just hope that when we return in formation, those girls who are cheering and laughing outside the airport will not be sad." Le Yiqing's voice continued to sound in the intercom.

It turned out that the squadron leader knew our secret!

The young pilots laughed.

While laughing, the tears in the corners of their eyes shone in the sunlight on the windshield.

They were all in their early 20s, the best youth, who didn't have a beloved girl in their hearts?

The group of female students who sat on the hill outside the airport to study every Sunday stood up and cheered whenever their group of pilots walked out in formation and boarded their respective fighter planes for air training.

Although they all wore student skirts of almost the same style and color, and had similar hairstyles, the young pilots flying low could almost tell each of them apart after a long time.

The girl who jumped the highest and waved her hands the most enthusiastically, and even when the wind blew, they could vaguely see a trace of whiteness under her skirt lifted by the wind, was called "crazy girl" by them; the woman who liked to put her hands on her eyebrows and smiled with dimples while looking at the plane flying low was called "smiling girl" by them; and there were those with darker skin, taller stature, and seductive figures...

They watched the young pilots appear and return every time, and the young pilots secretly paid attention to them, imagining what it would be like to meet them one day.

But this time, half of the comrades who boarded the plane together could not return.

As the squadron leader said, they would be sad! Perhaps, they would even cry!

But, my beloved girl, if I don't come back this time, you may just be sad, but if you don't fight to the death, where will your future be?

I hope that on the day when the war is won, you will go to that hill again! If the wind blows your hair, it means I am back.

At an altitude of 2,800 meters, the young pilot who was controlling the fighter plane in the air and struggling to avoid the pursuit of Japanese planes listened to the firm warning of the squadron leader on the intercom. Tenderness flashed across his face, and tears also flashed in the corners of his eyes, but they were soon dried by the wind.

Only determination remained on the young face.

800 meters below, the aircraft engine was making a familiar roar, which meant that his comrades were pulling up. The squadron leader and his comrades would fight the second wave of Japanese aircraft. His task of delaying the Japanese aircraft formation in the sky had been completed.

There was only one Japanese aircraft left to deal with him.

But because they had just fought against many with few, they had consumed more bullets than usual. At present, the 12.7mm machine gun bullets had been fired, and there were only 30 7.62mm machine gun bullets left. Looking at the aircraft dial, because the fighter engine was hit, the power loss was more than one-third. The Hawk III, which was originally slower than the Type 96 carrier fighter, was no match for the Japanese aircraft. Whether it was flying away or continuing to fight with it, the possibility of survival was almost zero.

Perhaps in a minute, he would become the result of the Japanese aircraft.

Even if it made the beloved girl sad, he could not let this Japanese aircraft go down to participate in the battle again. The young pilot made a decision.

Lieutenant Tang Ze and his entourage looked at the Chinese fighters in the clouds in the distance trying to detour and fight against them, and a smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.

He was very satisfied with his choice. The Chinese who were forced into a corner were madmen, and he was unwilling to fight against madmen.

The Chinese fighter planes below were handed over to those colleagues who wanted revenge and meritorious service, and he was entangled with this damaged Chinese fighter plane. He believed that it would not take too long before this damaged Chinese fighter plane, which had consumed a lot of bullets, would become his prey like an exhausted deer.

By then, the battle in the airspace below should have come to an end or the last moment. He might be able to make the Chinese madmen feel what despair is, but no matter what the result is, he will have a record and be unscathed.

So, when the Chinese fighter planes roared out of the clouds and fired at Tang Ze and his party in a nearly life-threatening manner, Tang Ze and his party were not in a hurry and responded calmly.

He had already calculated that when the two planes passed each other, the smaller turning radius of the Type 96 carrier fighter under his command would allow him to gain a combat position advantage faster. At this altitude, the Type 96 carrier fighter could increase its speed to 400 kilometers per hour. At that time, it would be the death of the damaged Chinese fighter.

But soon, Tang Ze and his team found out that they were wrong. The Chinese fighter that had been hiding from him like a frightened deer had also gone crazy.

The Chinese were all crazy!

This was the last thought that flashed through the mind of the Japanese Navy Lieutenant when he saw the Chinese fighter that was dragging a long dragon of white smoke at a distance of one thousand meters, and it was still rushing towards him without dodging under the continuous shooting of its two aircraft machine guns.

On the small hill outside Jinling Airport.

The girl with shallow dimples suddenly burst into tears.

Since then, every year, on that day, at that time, and at that place, the breeze gently brushed her face and messed up her hair.

The breeze is coming!

Is it the person who has returned?

It must be!