Rise From Eight Hundred

The already damaged Hawk III made a move that stunned Lieutenant Tang Ze and his party. He actually did not dodge or evade in this round of counter-shooting, and charged straight at his gushing machine gun bullets.

The two flames ejected by the Type 96 carrier fighter hit the Chinese fighter again, but the Chinese fighter responded silently.

The machine gun bullets equipped by it should have been empty.

If nothing unexpected happens, Lieutenant Tang Ze's tail wing is qualified to be painted with a five-pointed star.

However, the prey that was originally easy to catch turned into a terrifying falcon in that instant.

"Our planes and bodies are our last bullets!"

The last image that flashed through the young pilots' minds was their squadron leader standing straight when he first lectured them. Most of the predecessors who heard him lecture like this last time are no longer here.

The 7.7mm bullets from the Japanese aircraft instantly penetrated the windshield. In the cockpit that no one could see, the young Chinese pilot had already pushed the aircraft propulsion valve to the bottom without caring about anything. The 740-horsepower Wright engine roared and increased the speed of the Hawk III fighter to 420 kilometers per hour, which was 60 times higher than the Hawk III's designed maximum speed of 360 kilometers per hour. The result was that the aircraft engine would be completely scrapped in 15 seconds.

However, the Wright engine had no chance to last until it was scrapped.

A distance of one thousand meters seemed very far, but when the two fighters were colliding at a high speed of more than 250 meters per second, it would take less than four seconds.

Tang Ze and his team were stunned for more than 3 seconds before they reacted. Regardless of whether the aircraft body could withstand the huge overload, they desperately pushed down the rudder to try to dive down to avoid the crazy Chinese fighter.

Obviously, the one second left for him was too short. The Type 96 carrier fighter had just sunk its nose and the fuselage had just dropped more than ten meters, and the Hawk III, which also lowered its nose, roared and slammed into it.

"Boom!"

The two fighters exploded into a ball of fire.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" That was the terrible sound of the bombs carried by the Type 96 carrier-based fighter exploding.

The debris of the two fighters exploded into a firework in the air that was more than the size of ten basketball courts.

Not to mention the Chinese soldiers on the ground and in the air, even the main force of the Songjiang garrison, which was still ten kilometers away, saw this brilliant firework.

It was the most brilliant firework many people had ever seen in their lives.

It was under the blue sky of China.

Because it was the brilliance that bloomed with the light of life!

Nearly 20,000 Chinese soldiers who were ordered to hide stood upright, and in the low roar of officers at all levels: "Salute my Air Force!", raised their right hands and put them on their eyebrows!

"Send a telegram to the Songhu War Zone Command, asking them to convey our army's respect for the Air Force to the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs! They are one of the greatest soldiers I have ever seen." The Army Lieutenant General looked up at the sky and roared his order.

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"0358! 0358! 0358! Please reply if you hear me!" A Hawk III fighter plane that was circling two Japanese planes at an altitude of 1,800 meters was perhaps startled by the huge explosion from the sky. Looking up, it saw only fireworks all over the sky and screamed the number of its friend's plane in shock.

But obviously, the young pilot who had turned into a breeze could no longer answer the call of his best friend who had eaten and slept with him for three years.

Only the debris of the aircraft fell in the air under the action of gravity.

There was the specially reinforced cockpit of the Hawk III, and the shiny metal plates of the Type 96 carrier fighter...

Everyone knew that 0358 would not answer again, as he had perished together with the Japanese plane at the highest altitude.

Now there were only 4 Chinese fighter planes in the middle and low altitudes, while there were 8 Japanese planes, just twice their number.

And the most terrifying thing was not just the magnitude difference that was almost certain to lose.

Of the three veteran pilots who had combat experience, one was struggling to escape towards Jinling with damage, one was forced to land with damage, and another was already bleeding in the sky.

The remaining three were all rookies. Although they had more than 200 hours of training flight experience, it was obvious that the battlefield and the training ground were two completely different test sites.

The answer can be found from the fact that only one veteran pilot died in this round of fierce fighting, while three rookies died in a row. Even if their courage is destined to become the proudest symbol of this era, it also fully proves that their combat effectiveness is not as good as their predecessors who are still catching up.

The most fatal thing is the gap in quality.

As a commander and an ace pilot who had shot down 10 Japanese planes, Le Yiqing certainly knew all this. His voice was still calm, but he was already anxious in his heart.

The severely damaged Japanese planes were more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Perhaps they were also blinded by hatred, and did not choose to evacuate as before, but chose a decisive battle, a life-and-death decisive battle.

Moreover, they were very smart. They did not choose to risk their lives like the weaker Chinese fighters, but made full use of their numerical advantage.

As an ace pilot with 8 five-pointed stars painted on his fuselage, he proved his ability by shooting down two opponent fighters in a row in the air battle. Among the 8 Japanese planes, 3 of them regarded him as a target.

Two Japanese planes were just behind him, one on the left and one on the right, and the shadow of another Japanese plane was passing through the clouds in the corner of his eyes.

They were like a group of wild wolves wandering in the wilderness, waiting for their prey to show a flaw, and then they would show their crazy fangs.

As for the other five Japanese planes, except for one fighter with two five-pointed stars painted on it, which was strong enough to fight against a Chinese fighter alone, the remaining four fought against one Chinese fighter in pairs.

Relying on the absolute advantage in numbers, the Japanese naval pilots gave up the so-called honor of the Imperial Japanese Navy. They worked together to deal with the tough opponents with 2 vs. 1 or even 3 vs. 1, and made full use of the advantage of being invincible if you don't have shame.

This is a battle that is bound to lose.

The ending was doomed when they gave up escaping from low altitude and rushed to high altitude.

If no miracle happened.

There is no miracle falling from the sky on the battlefield, only courage.

"Captain, tell those girls for us that 0358 is good, and 0356 didn't let them down!" The Chinese pilot with red eyes suddenly pushed the rudder.

They fluttered their wings over the hill countless times, and could almost see those young and beautiful faces. Naturally, they showed off their numbers like a proud little rooster showing off its beautiful feathers.

The Hawk III, which was hurling, no longer cared about the Japanese plane chasing him behind him. It dived straight down from an altitude of 1,800 meters in a high-diving posture, aiming at the Japanese plane with two five-pointed stars chasing its comrades at a low altitude of 1,000 meters and fiercely strafing, with a speed far exceeding the 130 meters per second stipulated for diving.

"Damn it, 0356, you are committing suicide." The ace pilot in the distance punched the dashboard in front of him fiercely, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye behind the windshield.

The Hawk III with the number 0356, which dived down at a nearly suicidal high speed, succeeded and directly smashed the tail of the unprepared Japanese plane.

The two five-pointed stars disappeared as the tail panel was damaged.

This is the price of being pretentious. Without five five-pointed stars, the Japanese pilot is still a long way from the ace, and from this moment on, he can no longer close this distance.

The Japanese plane that lost its tail wing was like a drunk, shaking and struggling to run 1,000 meters. Finally, it could no longer control its balance and fell to the ground. A white parachute flower bloomed in the air.

The Japanese pilot was forced to parachute.

But before that, the Chinese Hawk III No. 0536 had no way to see its results. There was no need for the Japanese planes chasing it to strafe. The biplane Hawk III completely disintegrated in the air, like a torn kite, and the fragments swirled in the air and fell.

In exchange for death, the courage of the young Chinese air force made the sky and the ground silent.

"Baga, the Chinese are all crazy, a bunch of crazy people." The Japanese pilots could only use such words to describe the tragic scene before their eyes.

This is not praise, but it is better than all praise.

Because the Japanese are afraid.

But the arrogant Japanese naval aviation was wrong. This was not the last madness of the brave and fearless Chinese Air Force.