After an effort, and after promising not to attack Japanese targets on his own initiative, General Bissel agreed to Ron's request.

"It's not too early, let's go back and get some rest. I'll give you the plane early tomorrow morning! Bissel shook Ron's hand and said with a smile.

"That's a good guy." Back in the dorm room, lying on the camp bed, Ron thought to himself. The next morning, however, Ron was dumbfounded.

Four Mustang were already on the side of the track, and a few mechanics were busy around one.

"Report sir, on the orders of General Bissel, we are in the process of modifying your landline." An officer who had stayed on the sidelines saw Ron's inquiring gaze and volunteered to report it to him.

"What are you changing?" Ron looked at the mechanics with a puzzled look, "Why did you remove all the cannons!" ”

"Sir, the general said that you are going to reconnoitre, and you don't need aerial artillery. Unload these, and your plane will fly faster and be safer. An oily-faced mechanic replied with a smile.

"Holy!" Ron nearly fainted. He really didn't expect that General Bissel would play such a trick for him. But Ron was quick to relent. He's not a battle maniac like Barton, and while he doesn't shy away from fighting, he doesn't have much love for it. In addition, he only planned to take a look over Myitkyina, and did not plan to take the initiative to attack immediately. (Of course, it would be a good thing if you could follow (one) (book) [read] the novel ybdu hand-picked two heads back.) ）

The mechanics quickly unloaded the cannon and shells from Ron's plane, and then, with great speed, attached an oversized fuel tank. Just as the sun turned over the ridge in front of it, illuminating the runway in a golden red, everything was ready.

Six P-51 Mustang took off from the runway in turn, circled over the airfield, and climbed to an altitude of 1,500 meters. Then it heads east, climbing and flying straight over.

The Hump route is an extremely difficult route for transport aircraft, and as mentioned earlier, the bulky C-47 transport aircraft cannot fly high and can only venture through valleys. However, it is much easier for fighters to fly this route. The fighter does not have much load and can climb to great heights. Although the initial model of the Mustang does not have a supercharger and the high-altitude performance is terrible, as long as you climb slowly, it is not difficult to climb 8000-9000 meters.

So at this moment, Ron led the wild horses at an altitude of about 7,500 meters, slowly and leisurely over one mountain after another that frightened the pilots of the transport plane. Ron looked down from the sky, and saw that the sun was shining silver on the snowy mountains, which was very dazzling. The mist in the valley was steaming and bottomless. Sometimes a sudden gust of wind blows away the fog in the valley, and the strong sunlight hits the valley floor. At this point, Ron could see that at the bottom of the valley, something was glistening in the sunlight - it was the wreckage of the transport plane that crashed on this route.

I don't know how long it took, but the mountain gradually disappeared from the direction of six o'clock. Beneath Ron's wing was now a rainforest as far as the eye could see. This primeval jungle has existed here for an unknown number of years, and perhaps once upon a time, saber-toothed tigers once hunted here. Today's jungle is not much different from thousands of years ago, or even tens of thousands of years ago. The only difference is that in this jungle, which looks like a large green carpet from the air, many nameless warriors have fallen.

After the defeat in the Battle of Tonggu, the expeditionary force of the National Revolutionary Army had to retreat through this primeval jungle. Along the way, due to a lack of supplies (neither food nor safe drinking water), countless warriors fell in the middle of the jungle.

The jungle is neutral, though. Soon after, in March 1944, a Japanese general named Mutaguchi Ryoshi drove his army across the jungle to attack India. As a result, on the way there, the Japanese were left behind by the hospitable jungle, and then by the British defenders who were waiting for their work, and the remnants of the Japanese had to return through the jungle again, and as a result, a large number were left behind by the jungle.

Now that there was already a plain below, Ron and his group dropped the altitude to 6,000 meters, and if it was above this altitude, the plane would pull out a long white track as it flew, exposing the target; If you fly too low, you may be attacked by enemy aircraft in a higher position. (You know, in World War II, half of the pilots didn't even know who was attacking them when they were knocked down.) ）

The Japanese only have a few old Ki43s in Myitkyina, and these planes are also terrible at high altitudes, and they are super slow, with a top speed of only 490 kilometers per hour, and they simply cannot pose a threat to a fleet of all-high-speed P-51s without diving down from a high place. And if they're going to climb higher than Ron and them to sneak attack, then sorry, the long track will immediately betray their position.

A long flight is a very boring thing, but the reconnaissance mission requires radio silence, so there is a way for the pilots to talk about the mountains. All of them can only keep flying on the course, while either looking around boredly, or simply remembering what is on their minds.

The two pilots flying in front began to swing their wings, which was a signal that Myitky was coming. Ron quickly concentrated and observed the air situation around him—there was no low chance of encountering Japanese fighters in this vicinity.

However, the surroundings were quite calm, and in the most threatening positions, there were no Japanese fighters.

The P-51s began to slide down, lowering altitude. Ron turned the throttle valve to the lowest level, and the engine began to idle, at which point the sound of the engine began to soften. However, due to the decrease in altitude, the level flight speed of the aircraft did not decrease, on the contrary, it increased slightly.

At this moment, a P-51 suddenly broke the radio silence: "At 9 o'clock, 4 enemy aircraft!" ”

Ron looked down to the left, and indeed, there were four Japanese planes flying at low speed. The four planes were painted with green camouflage paint, almost blending in with the green jungle, and it would have been difficult to spot them if it weren't for the bright red sun emblems on the wings on both sides.

The Japanese planes didn't spot Ron and the others, so they continued to fly forward at a low speed. Probably because before this, Japanese planes had never been attacked by American fighters in the airspace in this area, and the previous series of victories made these devils a little careless.

"The underestimation of the enemy is really the most enemy that the pilot beats." Ron thought silently.

But now is not the time to sigh, as the supreme commander of the formation, Ron ordered: "03, 04, 05, 06, turn to 9 o'clock, dive below 6 o'clock for enemy aircraft, and surprise them!" ”

"Sir, General Bissel will not allow us to take the initiative to attack." One of the pilots tries to alert Ron.

"Execute the order! Here I am the Supreme Commander! ”

"Well, I obey! But you have to promise not to join the fight! ”

Captain Harris shook his head and shouted from the radio, "Boys, follow me!" Then he pulled the handle and dropped the drop tank, followed by a sharp turn and swooped down to the left.

Although there was an order not to attack, it was as frustrating as it was to arrange for them to go to the hospital to help without allowing them to have any contact with those cute little nurses. At this time, since there was an order from the commander of the highest rank on the scene to attack, of course the young men were willing to obey.

Four P-51s swooped down from the six o'clock direction of the four Ki-43s, swooped down to a height of about two hundred meters lower than them, and then quickly pulled up and swooped down from behind them. This is the absolute blind spot in the pilot's line of sight, and launching a surprise attack from this position when the enemy fails to detect you can ensure that the enemy does not detect you until you open fire.

Koji Sakamoto, a lieutenant pilot of the Japanese Army Air Corps, was sitting in the cockpit of KI43 at this time, unaware of the great danger that was approaching him. At noon today, the flight team received information from the lookout post that two unescorted C-47 transport planes had been spotted. So the flight team took off from Myitkyina airfield and four Ki-43s to intercept it.

Koji was very happy to be able to take on this mission, and shooting down two unescorted transport planes was a sure thing. As long as you can find them successfully, you will definitely be able to shoot them down. You know, those transport planes don't even have decent firepower for self-defense. The only problem is to be sure to find them.

However, this is not difficult, since the length of the Hump route is almost to the limit of the C-47's fully loaded mileage, so these lovely transport planes can only fly on a completely fixed route at the most economical speed and altitude. Finding out that they are not a problem at all. And if you shoot them down, Koji, who is the leader of the team, will definitely get a long vacation as a reward. He could spend the holidays going back to the town where he was born, on the Izu Islands, to visit his elderly and sickly mother, and the stern old man. He can also bring his medals and show off to his childhood playmates.

"And Xiaoyezi, I don't know what's going on? I don't know how well she learned Noh drama, I really want to see her again. ”

Thinking like this, Koji's eyes seemed to be the girl wearing a new kimono with a pointed chin and two big eyes bent like two small moons when she smiled. The girl waved at him, lowered her head, and smiled sweetly......

"The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, just like the shyness of a water lotus flower, a cherish, a cherished ......" Koji unconsciously recited a poem of a Chinese poet.

But this sweet daydream was shattered in an instant, and a string of 20-mm shells fired from the direction below 6 o'clock mercilessly tore it all apart......

In just one attack, 3 Japanese fighters were smashed to pieces, and only Koji, who was distracted by chanting poetry and inadvertently moved the joystick, dodged the fatal blow instead. However, although he dodged the fatal blow, he was not unscathed - a 20-mm shell hit his wingtip, slicing off almost a meter of his right wing. Another shell grazed past the fuselage, and although it did not explode, it opened a small opening in the fuel tank, and now the oil spill warning light is on.

As a result, the entire trim of the plane was destroyed, and the plane began to roll to the right almost automatically, and Koji had to press the lever down to the left to barely keep it level.

"As long as there is one more attack, I will definitely be shot down" Koji looked at the four American planes that passed by him, his heart full of despair.

The American planes quickly pulled up and made an upward somersault with ease.

"Soon they will reappear at six o'clock in my life, and then, I'm going to go to Kudanzaka like Ida-kun, right?" Koji knew that his plane was badly damaged, its flight performance was badly damaged, and it was impossible for him to escape the enemy's second round of attacks.

However, the expected attack was delayed. Koji turned his head to look around, and he found that a total of six American planes were following him not far behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, Commander Ron stopped the second round of attacks. In the eyes of this beautiful animal, this seriously injured Japanese plane is already meat on the chopping board, which can be knocked off at any time. It's just that this evil ghost beast has even more vicious intentions.

"It's not far from Myitkyina Airport, and that little Japan will definitely run to the airport while calling for help. We asked him to run near the airport, and then we either put a big salute over the airport for the Japanese to see! ”

"Good idea, sir! There's nothing like this to demoralize little Japan! ”

"Sir, isn't this a slap in the face of the Japanese? But I like it, hahahaha...... Bang bang bang ......"

An officer who knows how to bully the enemy at every opportunity will always be loved by the soldiers in the shortest possible time.

However, Koji didn't have time to think about that. With great difficulty, he steered the plane around and flew towards the airport, trailing behind him a long trail formed by leaked aviation gasoline.

Koji starts calling to the airport, however, the damn radio station suddenly goes wrong. Koji knows that the quality of these domestically produced things has not been very good, and the situation is really commonplace. However, at this time, this thing is going on a strike, which is really unfavorable!

"No matter why the Americans don't attack, anyway, I can only run to the airport now, and if I run near the airport, it's better than skydiving over the primeval jungle, and there is a chance that I can't go back." Koji gradually regained a little bit of his senses.