The system sent me to fight

At this moment, before Kawabe Ichiro opened his mouth, Ishizuka Secondo took the first step and said: "Kawabe-kun, Shimogawa-kun, all the fighter planes of the Chinese Army parked at the airport have been destroyed, our mission has been successfully completed, there is no need to go to the red-eye The Chinese anti-aircraft artillery smashed.

In my opinion, let's go straight back to the voyage. "

However, Shimogawa Jing began to retort: ​​"No! These damn Chinese troops have shot down so many fighter planes of our Great Japanese Imperial Army, and we must show them how powerful they are!"

Shizuka's son said: "Mr. Shimogawa, if we lower our flight altitude to deal with these damned Chinese, we will definitely enter their fire range again.

If another Imperial Army fighter plane was hit, it wouldn't be worthwhile to wipe out all the damned Chinese people below.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to continue to fight with them!

After all, whether it is fighter jets or imperial aviation, they are extremely valuable strategic resources for the Empire of Japan.

In my opinion, if you want to avenge the heroic imperial army just now, you might as well change the target to the camp of the Huben Regiment of the Chinese Army.

In this way, we can not only ensure our safety, but also cause greater losses to the Huben Regiment of the Chinese Army. "

"Yo Xi!"

Kawabe Ichiro nodded approvingly, and then reported the plan to the regiment leader Nakahara Shengxiao who was in the rear through the airborne radio.

After receiving Zhongyuan Shengxiao's reply, Kawabe Ichiro's face sank, he immediately opened his throat, and ordered into the airborne radio: "Warriors of the Empire, the mission is completed, and the next target is the camp of the Huben Regiment of the Chinese Army!"

"Follow me to get rid of Yang Jing's lair!"

"Kill the chicken!"

"Kill the chicken!——"

……

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!—"

As soon as Kawabe Ichiro's order was issued, there was a rush of engine roaring in his ears.

Although it is the same as the sound of the flight engine, it is very different from the roar of the Type 95 fighter jet.

Kawabe Ichiro turned his head, looking for the sound coming from the voice, and immediately frightened the chrysanthemum.

Then he said with disbelief on his face: "Baga! Impossible, this is impossible!"

"Haven't all the fighter jets of the China Army been destroyed?"

Then, the old devil subconsciously lowered his head again.

Through the scattered gunpowder smoke, Kawabe Ichiro was surprised to find that there was no wreckage of the plane above the airport on the ground.

Not scientific!

Very unscientific!

"Could it be that the fighter jets of the Huben Regiment were not destroyed?"

Soon, the old devil shook his head and denied this guess.

Because under the previous intensive bombing, it is impossible for the fighter jets on the ground to be intact.

Moreover, these fighter jets obviously did not take off from the airport below.

"Baga! What's going on?"

At this time, Shengxiao Zhongyuan's shouts and questions came from the airborne radio.

Kawabe Ichiro came to his senses and replied, "Fighters! Fighters of the Chinese Army! There are as many as 10 of them!"

Zhongyuan Sheng Xiaodao: "Hasn't the fighter jets of the China Army been destroyed?"

Kawabe Ichiro said: "Your Excellency, these fighter jets did not take off from the airport below!"

Zhongyuan Shengxiao realized that something was wrong, and immediately yelled loudly: "The operation is cancelled, return to the voyage, hurry up! Hurry up!"

As soon as the words fell, the old devil was the first to take the lead in turning around and fleeing towards Hankou.

"I want to run after installing B, it's not that easy!"

Above the sky, Guo Shaoqing had already seen the fighters of the devils. When he discovered the intentions of the devils, he immediately ordered: "Brothers, speed up and destroy these **** fighters!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!—"

The roar of the plane resounded in the air.

Under Guo Shaoqing's instruction, the members of the flying brigade stepped up their horsepower and flew towards the group of Devil fighter planes.

The top speed of the P51 Mustang fighter jet is as high as 108kh, while the top speed of the Japanese Type 95 fighter jet is only 400kh.

In addition, it took a little more time for the Devils to change direction, so after a short effort, the distance between the two sides was reduced to a few kilometers.

The 127-caliber Browning machine gun has an effective range of more than 2000 meters.

With the passage of time, the devil's fighter plane has gradually been within the shooting range.

"Fire! Hit, hit me hard!"

With a roar, Guo Shaoqing decisively pressed the launch button of the machine gun on board.

Fighter planes during World War II can only attack targets in front of them.

Therefore, when I saw the Devils' aviation soldiers running away one after another, leaving the chrysanthemums to their own side.

The mood of the team members suddenly changed from nervousness to excitement, and they pressed the attack button one after another.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da da da da da!——"

The 60 Brownings fired at full power, and the dense rain of bullets immediately pulled out lines of fire, pouring towards the Devil fighter group.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Devil fighter planes that landed at the back were hit one after another, lost their balance, and fell towards the ground one after another.

"idiot!"

The devils aviation soldiers used all their strength, but they still couldn't maintain the balance of the fighter jet.

Helpless, these guys could only open the hatch and chose to skydive.

On the ground, Liu Sanpao was really paying attention to the air battle. When he saw a devils airman parachuting, he immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, there are little devils parachuting over there."

"Come on, grab 'em, quick, quick!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Sanpao stretched his legs and ran towards the direction where the Devils Air Corps parachuted.

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Chapter 532 The Vulnerable Devil Aviation Soldiers

"spread!"

"Hurry up!"

"Scatter and return!"

"Quick! Hurry up!"

In the sky, Kawabe Ichiro immediately made a change.

As for turning around to meet the enemy, stop making trouble.

He has seen the ferocity of the P51 Mustang fighter jet.

In the Battle of Yingshan back then, they gathered the strength of the entire flying regiment to barely shoot down one plane.

Now there are at least 10 fights, how can we fight?

After receiving the order, the Devil Aviation immediately formed three planes and fled in all directions.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Guo Shaoqing was excited to kill, and immediately manipulated the No. 1 fighter to speed up and catch up.

Kawabe Ichiro spotted the menacing Guo Shaoqing through the rearview mirror.

He knew in his heart that going on like this was not an option, he was afraid that he would be shot down before he could escape the airspace of Liuyang.

So, he immediately ordered to the airborne radio: "Team 1! Team 1! Turn around and stop this damn Chinese plane immediately!"

"Roms!"

Akira Honda is the leader of Team 1. As a soldier, it is his duty to obey orders.

Even though the little devil knew that turning around to face the enemy would be like lighting a lantern in the latrine.

But he still resolutely turned around and led the two wingmen on the left and right to greet the menacing Guo Shaoqing.

The P51 Mustang fighter jet improved by Yang Jing is fully equipped with six 6-caliber Browning heavy machine guns with a range of up to 2000 meters, and its firepower is terrifying.

The Devil's Type 95 fighter is only equipped with two 77-caliber total machine guns, and the range is only about 1000 meters.

Comparing the two sides in terms of the firepower carried by the fighters, the weapons of the Devil fighters simply cannot compete with the P51 Mustang fighter.

Even the firepower of a battle formation is not as good as that of a p51 Mustang fighter.

Moreover, the firepower of the P51 Mustang fighter jet has a long range, and the enemy fighter jet has a short range of firepower.

It took a little time for the Devils to change direction, and the distance between the two was shortened a lot.

Almost as soon as they turned around, they had already entered the fire range of the P51 Mustang fighter jet.

Without further ado, Guo Shaoqing pressed the attack button decisively.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tut chug chug chug!"

In the ear-shattering heavy machine gun, dense bullets shot at the Devil fighter formation head-on like lines of fire.

The Devil Air Force had just adjusted its direction, and it was difficult to evade in time for a while.

"Boom boom boom"

The bullet hit the three Type 3 fighters in front, making a metallic crash.

The nose engine of one wingman was damaged by bullets, the windshield of the other wingman was pierced, and the devil aviation soldier sitting in the cockpit was shot several times and his head was smashed.

Blood spattered all over the cockpit, and he died on the spot.

Without the control of the aviation unit, the wingman quickly lost its balance, swaying and falling towards the ground.

A moment later, he bumped into a forest, and with a "boom", a raging fire ignited.

Another wingman whose engine was damaged could continue to fly with other engines running, but it was impossible to continue fighting.

If it is on its own territory, or if it is covered by a companion, it may be possible to return.

But at this time, it can only become the target of Guo Shaoqing's gun.

The two fighter jets charged towards each other, and the distance was rapidly decreasing.

During this period, Guo Shaoqing did not stop attacking.

The dense bullets, still like free stones, poured towards the devil's wingman.

"Boom boom boom"

As the damage became more and more serious, a few seconds later, the devil's Type 95 fighter was finally overwhelmed and hit the ground hard with black smoke.

"Baga! Damn it!"

At this time, the fighter jet controlled by Guo Shaoqing finally entered the range of Akira Honda.

Although the fighter jet he was manipulating was also shot a few times, but none of them were important parts.

After the guy cursed angrily, he also decisively pressed the attack button.

"Tu Tu Tu!"

Dense bullets came overwhelmingly.

Although these are only 77 caliber bullets, their power is more than a little weaker than that of 127 caliber bullets.

However, if it is hit in a vital part, there is still the possibility of being damaged and crashing.