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Chapter 137 Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, enemy planes line up in the sky
Under the sky, countless "waves" undulate among the mountains, wave after wave.That was the rolling mud and snow waves caused by the bomb.

But amidst the dense smoke, on an inconspicuous small high mountain, a figure stood up abruptly.

He was very small and inconspicuous, but he made the eyes of the crew members who were flying around looking for him widen.

The Thunderbird pilot swore that he had already dropped countless bombs on the edge of the smoke area, but a moving "shadow" emerged from the scorched soil again.That's what a person looks like, absolutely!

Because he was holding something facing the sky.

Above that side was the artillery corrector that had just been lowered—their "long-tongued bird"!
Long tongue bird: "Let me see, there is actually a little cutie alive here?"

The Thunderbird already sensed something was wrong: "Long-tongued bird! Attack immediately, I feel something is wrong..."

Long tongue bird: "No problem, let him taste the bullet under me. Everyone, next is my show time..."

The long-tongued bird was already close to the ground, and when it saw Xu Qing's figure emerging from the black smoky mountains, it immediately turned the nose of the plane to the right, turned the machine gun on the plane and swept towards the ground with a clatter:

Brown brown brown!
Brown brown brown brown! ! !
Even if it is just an artillery correction machine for reconnaissance and patrolling, the airborne machine gun equipped still has the unimaginable power of a rifle. When firing at such a close range, the huge machine gun no longer rattles lightly, but emits a "brown brown brown" sound. "The sound of piercing the sky!

As it fought over, it dropped the signal smoke bombs carried on the plane.

Nourishing ~
"Clear. Guys, I've cast the coordinates. This guy is dead, but there must be his accomplices around here..."

"Pay attention below, the target is not cleared!"

The long-tongued pilot was rejoicing, claiming credit for his fellow fighter above on the public FM, when the observer of the co-pilot suddenly yelled in the headset.

The long tongue pilot looked up.

Only then did he realize that the Chinese who was supposed to die under his gun rolled over to the side and then stood up nimbly on the spot.

He was not hit!
Not only that, the moment he flew close to the ground, he saw from the side mirror that the Chinese seemed to be—smiling at him?

"What hell...?"

The long-tongued bird quickly felt something was wrong, and immediately turned around again, preparing to attack again.

It was at this moment that he saw clearly what the figure was holding that looked like a long tube.As naval pilots, they are all familiar with it. This is their infantry's anti-tank combat weapon. The bright green military barrel flickers under the flares, which is very obvious.

This made him have some bad thoughts. This thing was specially produced to destroy Soviet-made tanks. They can hit tanks, and they can also pose a threat to aircraft at such a close range!

"Climb, climb!"

The pilot's face changed, and he was pulling up urgently, and then he looked back to the flanks, while the fleet that was patrolling and monitoring at an altitude of several thousand feet also lowered their heads and dived to fire, trying to contain it and rescue it.

But in the next second, a handful of familiar flames emerged from that person's hand——

"Long-tongued bird calls Thunderbird, asking for strike support..."

hum!
Then the sound died away in a loud electromagnetic chirp, and the Thunderbird pilot yanked off his earphones.Look down through the binoculars—the poor "Long Tongue" artillery correction machine has been hit head-on!

Half of the iron wing of the fuselage was destroyed, and it wobbled in mid-air, trying to control the direction, but then the second fire came back and hit it again.

The whole plane was like the pirate fighter in front, fluttering like an insect that stumbled and fell to the ground!

boom……

Due to the low altitude, the members of the plane fell to death in the flames before they could parachute.

Thunderbird muttered to himself: "...It's not real (this must be fake)."

This is his whisper.And the next second, another cold voice sounded on the channel: "Guys, there is only one person on the other side, and this is provoking us!"

Thunderbird is contacting the tower: "Marauder, what are you doing?"

Marauder: "I will avenge the pirates and the vultures!"

hum!
Immediately, the roar of the plane rumbled instantly in the sky on this side!

The Thunderbirds were calling: "Come back! Marauder, you're breaking out of formation - you're going to be court-martialed...Fuck!"

And on the plain behind.

At this time, the Marine Infantry was still puzzled:

The Chinese army has suddenly appeared again in the dark night, as if they had insight into their plan, and fought back frantically, but their own air power did not continue to provide strike support, but kept wandering around the high altitude of the mountain, refusing to do so for a long time. leave.

They were far away, and they could only see that the planes were still dropping bombs in the smoky area. It didn't count if they bombed once, and they were still diving and bombing repeatedly, but they didn't care about the enemies charging around.

"What the hell are those planes doing?!"

Some officers were furious and immediately called the rear base to ask.

But the fleet base on the Sea of ​​Japan was also in chaos at this time.They just got a report from the flight formation a few minutes ago that one of their F4U Corsair fighter jets was destroyed by the Chinese, with unknown weapons and unknown firepower, and they are being verified.

If true, it would be the first plane they shot down in the Far East, and the first fighter.

You must know that the performance of pirate planes is excellent. On the Pacific battlefield, for every dozen of their planes shot down by the Japanese army, it is possible that one of them is a pirate plane.

It is an important key to the battlefield that deserves their vigilance and attention.

"Urgent call! The frontline crew applied for a call..."

"Approved!"

The operator presses a button and the voice comes:

"Zizi... This is Thunderbird [-]. We have been attacked by unknown Chinese. The pirate plane and a patrol plane have been hit. My plane is not carrying enough ammunition. I apply to return and the second team will take over...over."

"Cerberus base has received, please report the number of enemy scales, repeat, please report the number of enemy scales."

"Zizi...Zizi..."

"Thunderbird?"

"Thunderbird received. Visually count the number of enemies... one person... Zizi...over."

In the large combat command room of the aircraft carrier base, the busy crowd suddenly fell silent.

"Did I hear it wrong?"

A rear admiral standing in front of the screen walked over with a frown.

The operator was in a dilemma, and immediately continued to call: "Thunderbird, please confirm before reporting!"

"Zizi..."

The voice in the interlocutor was a little embarrassed: "Confirmed. One enemy has extremely precise individual ground air defense combat capabilities. Our bombs are not enough. Conventional strafing failed to destroy the target. It is not ruled out that there are hidden teams on the ground... …Damn it! Marauders Strike Away, Repeat! Marauders Strike Away!"

In the command room, everyone from the major general down to the walking lieutenants and soldiers was slightly taken aback.

"Who is the captain of the Thunderbird Squadron?" The rear admiral looked annoyed, and his face sank, "Is he kidding me?"

But before they had time to ask what happened, the voices of other crew members came from the intercom:

"This is the attached formation, the looters are attacking the ground, applying for a large-scale attack order..."

"Yangma Line 3... requesting instructions from the base... Zizi..."

"ATC! ATC! RED ALERT! Thunderbird is KIA - Thunderbird is KIA!!!"

KIA refers to being shot down in mobile warfare, which means death in action.But what can pose a threat to such a fighter? !
a Chinese?

The hall was silent.

The general thumped the table with one hand, his face was like the silent sea of ​​Japan at night: "Where is the B-29 formation, order them to speed up at full speed, and immediately rush to Xiagaru-ri - find out the hell..."

His voice did not finish.

In the communication channel, the panicked voice of the Mustang machine came:

"God! Is this Chinese dying? He only has one person... zizi...he is still attacking!"

(End of this chapter)