The system sent me to fight

Captain Kawabe Ichiro of the 2nd Aviation Group immediately ordered to the airborne radio: "1st formation, intercept from the left? 2nd formation, intercept from the right! Immediately catch up and destroy this damned China fighter plane !"

"Roms!"

The two devil aviation soldiers who were driving the lead plane responded? Immediately took their wingmen? Spread out from the left and right sides, and fired at the No. 2 fighter in front.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Da da da!--"

The machine gun in front of the Type 95 fighter jet fired fiercely, and the bullets shot forward like a gust of wind and rain, forming eye-catching chains of bullets in the sky.

"Yoxi! I just like your character of remembering to eat but not to fight!"

The corners of Yang Jing's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sinister and cunning smile like a fox.

Unhurriedly maneuvering the No. 1 fighter plane up and down.

"Shhhhhh!"

The bullets carried the sound of breaking the wind, tearing the air? It struck viciously.

Although the momentum was frightening, Yang Jing narrowly avoided them all.

"Baga! This damn bastard still has some skills!"

Kawabe Ichiro cursed and scolded, "Keep shooting!"

The Type 89 heavy machine gun on the Devil fighter plane kept firing, and the bullets flew wantonly in the air.

As the fighter plane changes direction left and right, it's like the long whip in the hands of the god of death.

"Little devil? Now it's time for me!"

Yang Jing looked at the timing and pulled the joystick suddenly. The No. 1 fighter immediately turned over like a kite and made a 360° turn in the air.

While avoiding the attack of ghost bullets? Two battle formations, 6 Type 95 fighters also flew past.

And the devil fighter formation that was chasing from the rear suddenly turned into a chrysanthemum facing Yang Jing.

"Baga! Not good? We've been tricked!"

Is this scene too familiar? Because many of these ghost pilots have experienced the Battle of Yingshan.

Even though more than two months have passed, that scene is still vivid in my mind, as if it has become a lingering shadow of terror for them.

Kawabe Ichiro, who was rushing in the rear, immediately shouted into the wireless headset: "Danger! Dodge! Quickly, quickly dodge!"

In fact, Ichiro Hebian's position is completely capable of attacking Yang Jing.

But he didn't dare to fire. The reason is very simple, that is, besides the No. 1 fighter controlled by Yang Jing, there are six Type 6 fighters in front of him.

If he fired rashly, he might not hit Yang Jing, but instead shot down his own fighter.

"Roms!"

The devil aviation soldier responded and immediately dodged left and right.

How could Yang Jing let them go easily?

After adjusting the position, push the joystick immediately.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!—"

The engine roared more violently, and the No. 1 fighter, driven by the engine, suddenly rushed forward like a runaway horse.

Immediately, Yang Jing decisively pressed the attack button.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tug-chug-chug!—"

Six 6-caliber Browning heavy machine guns roared angrily, firing thousands of bullets in an instant.

With such a dense firepower coverage, even if the Devils aviation soldiers almost broke the joystick, the fighter jets could not avoid all the bullets at all.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Bobo bobo!—"

The thin-skinned armor on the outside of the Devil's plane couldn't stop the machine gun bullets at all, and one of the fighter jets was punched with more than a dozen transparent holes in an instant.

Several of the bullets hit the fuel tank under the wing and caused a burn.

The fire borrows the wind, and the wind helps the fire.

In no time the fire spread to the entire wing.

Not long after, the fighter lost control and fell towards the ground.

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Chapter 5 These devil aviation soldiers won't let me go, I can only kill them

"Kato-kun, Kato-kun, pull up quickly, pull up quickly!"

"Please answer when you hear it! Please answer when you hear it..."

The pilot captain who was in charge of the lead plane desperately called for his companion, but there was no response from the other party in the radio headset.

A few seconds later, the Type 95 fighter jet that was damaged in the air hit the ground with a "boom", the plane exploded and caught fire, and parts flew everywhere.

The crash point happened to be at the outpost of the Kawasaki detachment.

A lot of devil infantry suddenly suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and some guys were directly crushed or blown to death on the spot.

There were also some ghost soldiers whose military uniforms were set on fire, and they immediately called for help to their companions while rolling back and forth on the ground to save themselves.

"Baga! You damn Chinese pilot, I won't let you go!"

"Rush forward and destroy that damned China fighter!"

After witnessing this scene, Kawabe Ichiro cursed angrily, skillfully manipulated the fighter jet, and led the other three combat formations to retaliate wildly with bullets.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da da!——"

At this time, the five Type 5 fighters in front had dispersed.

Therefore, Kawabe Ichiro and the other 8 Devil Air Force can open fire without any scruples.

Yang Jing turned a blind eye and continued to manipulate the No. 1 fighter to hunt and kill the other devil fighters.

The top speed of the p51 fighter jet reaches 708 kilometers per hour, while the top speed of the Japanese Type 95 fighter jet is only 450 kilometers per hour.

Therefore, Yang Jing not only easily avoided the attack of the nine Japanese fighters behind him, but also caught up with another fighter.

Devil aviation soldiers found the No. 1 fighter that was approaching more and more behind through the rearview mirror, and they were frightened to death.

He really wants to do a kite flip like Yang Jing, and do a 360° backflip.

However, he didn't have such a technique, so he could only manipulate the fighter jet to dodge up and down.

It's now!

Yang Jing decisively pressed the attack button.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tug-chug-chug!—"

The six aircraft-mounted heavy machine guns roared angrily, and the dense rain of bullets poured forward and covered the past like a torrential rain.

"Boom boom boom!"

Even though the devil aviation soldiers tried their best, they still couldn't escape Yang Jing's strafing shots.

Soon, dozens of transparent holes were punched on the fuselage.

Among them, the left lower wing was particularly damaged.

As Yang Jing continued to attack, after a few seconds, he was finally overwhelmed, snapped and fell down.

Losing one wing, the fighter lost its balance and swayed to the ground.

A few seconds later, before the Devils had time to jump off the mountain, the damaged Type 95 fighter crashed headfirst into a hill at the eastern foot of Dawei.

It exploded suddenly with a "boom", and a raging fire ignited.

……

Then Yang Jing turned around and chased after another Devil fighter plane.

Jihide Miyamoto was the pilot of the fighter jet.

When he saw the No. 1 fighter chasing from behind, he hurriedly pushed the joystick and drove the fighter upwards.

Since he couldn't get rid of the opponent's pursuit in terms of speed, Miyamoto Jixiu could only put all his eggs in one basket, betting that the opponent's climbing speed was not as fast as his own.

Sure enough? Not long after? The other party's figure was lost in the rearview mirror.

"call!--"

Gong Ben Jixiu let out a sigh of relief immediately, and let go of the heart hanging in his throat.

But at this moment? There was an urgent roar suddenly from the radio headset.

"Miyamoto-kun? Be careful! That damned China fighter plane is above your head!"

Gong Bencixiu was so frightened that the chrysanthemum tensed up, and hurriedly looked up to the sky.

Then he saw a scene that made him extremely desperate!

But I saw? That damned fighter jet had already flown above his head at some point.

At this time, like an eagle pouncing on its prey, it swooped down viciously towards him.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

At this moment, a dense rain of bullets shot over.

"Bobo bobo!—"

Before Miyamoto had time to dodge, the fuselage was shot with dozens of terrifying bullet holes.

Not only that, more than a dozen bullets shattered the glass sliding door on the top of the fighter jet.

Was Jixiu Miyamoto hit in the head? It turned into a rotten watermelon.

Brains along with blood? Red and white, spattered all over the cockpit and windshield.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

Under Yang Jing's continuous attack, the fuel tank of the Type 95 fighter was also hit and ignited.

Seeing that the two fighter jets were about to collide in the air, Yang Jing pushed the joystick violently. Fighter No. 1 rolled over and narrowly avoided it.

"boom!"

A few seconds later? When the fire burned to a certain extent, the Type 95 fighter exploded directly in the air.

All kinds of burning aircraft parts first scattered and flew for a while along with the explosion shock wave.

After the inertia disappears, it quickly falls towards the ground due to the force of gravity.

"Yang Jing!"

"It's Yang Jing!"

"The man who controls this fighter must be that damned leader of the Huben Regiment of the Chinese Army, Yang Jing!"

After three fighter jets were destroyed in succession, Ichiro Kawabe, the captain of the 2nd Aviation Group, finally reacted? Immediately he shouted loudly into the radio headset.

"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

"quick!"

"Hurry up!—"

When the voice fell? Kawabe Ichiro manipulated the fighter jet and turned a corner in the sky. He quickly ran towards the direction he came from.

The rest of the devil's airmen also followed closely behind, fearing that their movements would be slow, and Yang Jing would overtake them and step into the footsteps of the three companions.