"Director Zhang!" Han Xing roared.

Director Zhang immediately replied, "Here!" He quickly came to Han Xing's side.

"Contact Xu Da and strike at the Japanese air force in the air." Han Xing gave an order to Director Zhang.

"Yes!" Zhang Zuogan immediately asked the radio operator to contact him by radio to convey Han Xing's order.

He led the remaining 12 Type 95-1 fighters from the Battle of Dongting Lake to take off from the Nanchang base and cautiously flew to the front line of the Xinqiang River to be responsible for the air support of the Japanese ground offensive.

This time he was not as ambitious as he had been in the battle of Dongting Lake, and he knew that China had a new weapon, such as missiles. After the battle of Dongting Lake, he was severely beaten by his superiors, and the lost planes did not replenish him. He gave a detailed report to his superiors on the situation of the Chinese Air Force and explained in detail the power of missiles.

And the answer from the top of the naval aviation is that with China's science and technology, China will not have such a new type of weapon, and the reason why you say this is purely to make excuses for failure. On the Japanese side, the latest aircraft are being developed, and once the new aircraft is released, it will be a major blow to the Chinese Air Force.

Da Shui Dazuo was preoccupied, and he led the aviation brigade unhurriedly and flew slowly.

Once again, Omizu looked at the beautiful sky, where the plane was moving through the thick clouds. The incomparable clouds in the sky make me sigh at the beauty of nature after walking through the air for a long time, as if I have entered a three-dimensional, gorgeous and splendid fairy tale world.

Some of these clouds are like mountains and hills or strange peaks and strange rocks, some are like small bridges and flowing water or big rivers going east, some are like huge waterfalls that fall from the sky and are so wide that they can't be seen, like mountains and rivers that suddenly break into the clouds, and seem to be the primeval forest that accidentally strayed into the clouds.

Some are like flocks of sheep grazing with their heads bowed or thousands of white elephants walking leisurely, some are like thousands of snow-white horses galloping on the blue grassland, and some are like countless white feathers stuck obliquely in the sky, suspected to be the wings of a giant bird flapping in the blue sky, but I don't know where the bird is hiding

I can't imagine that everything that is on earth is in heaven, and everything that is not on earth is in heaven.

Some clouds are like long skirts fluttering with fairies, but for some reason, I only see the skirts fluttering, but I don't see the fairy dancing; Some clouds are like a beautiful bride in a white wedding dress, and the wind blows the wedding dress up, revealing the bride's snow-white and charming skin.

I really can't imagine that there is such a white thing in the world, and if I really want to cut a cloud to make a dress to wear, it must be incomparably white.

Da Shui Dazuo is a spirit, and he has pulled himself back to reality from his reverie: there is about to be a battle, what is he thinking, what is there to see in the clouds, this is to distract himself.

It is 250 kilometers from Nanchang to the front line of the Xinqiang River, and with the speed of more than 400 kilometers of the 95-1 fighter, it is a blink of an eye.

A river stretches endlessly from the east to the Dongting Lake in the west.

Just north and south of the river, to the north were Japanese troops in yellow uniforms, rows and columns, and an army of 80,000 people lined up on the north side of the river, ready to force the crossing of the Xinqiang River.

Just south of the Xinqiang River, across the river from the Japanese army were Chinese troops, some of them wearing gray uniforms, some of them grass green uniforms, some wearing gray hats, and some wearing German-style steel helmets. Some were deployed in a line, others in circular positions, waiting for the Japanese attack.

Omizu Osa carefully observed the vast sky again, but fortunately, neither the air force of the national army nor those strange duck-like planes were found. "Yo Si! Yo West! Omizu Osaku couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Attention machines, attention to all machines," Omizu Dazuo ordered. "Now the sky is our world, and one by one, we are taking turns to carry out air strikes to destroy the positions of the Chinese army. Beginning—"

The Japanese 95-1 fighters were equipped with 100-200 kg of aerial bombs and two 7.7 mm machine guns on each plane.

The first plane began to dive, and the dive could gain a higher speed because it was the external force plus the weight of the machine. So the driver must firmly control the lower speed and fly as low as possible.

The first fighter could even see the Chinese soldiers in the trenches, and the rifles and machine guns placed on the sides of the trenches could be seen, and then the heavy machine guns were pulled. "Dada...... "The heavy machine gun is like a sickle, mercilessly harvesting the lives ......of Chinese soldiers.

Strings of heavy machine-gun bullets have pulled up blisters of dirt in the Chinese trenches. The plane can be pulled down at an ultra-low altitude like this, all the way to the Dongting Cave.

Countless Chinese soldiers did not dodge these two bullet belts, but fell in pools of blood.

By the way, an artificial earthen bag was observed, which, needless to say, was either a command post or a concealment hole, and a 25-kilogram aerial bomb was dropped. With a "boom," there was a powerful aerial bomb that easily penetrated the soil layer more than one meter deep and exploded in the depths of the earthen house.

The remnants of Chinese soldiers, military kettles, military maps, and blown weapons flew into the sky along with red dirt. Then it turned into a rain of mud, and then sprinkled down one after another.

Seeing this, Dashui Dazuo laughed loudly: "Yo Xi! Yo West! Let the Chinese army compensate for the losses suffered by our Japanese army! ”

One after another, the Japanese 95-1 fighters bullied these Chinese troops, who had no planes and no air defense weapons, without any covers.

Suddenly, 4 small rockets that were burning behind their buttocks flew over and flew at a speed of Mach 2.5 towards the Japanese Type 95-1 fighters.

"Oh my damn-" Dazuo had already seen the power of missiles, so he immediately shouted loudly: "China's missiles are coming, dodge them immediately!" Duck now! ”

All the Japanese fighters also knew the power of China's missiles for a long time, so where could they still care about air strikes, they immediately became a mess and used all their skills, turning the sky into the ground and drilling into the sky. They're just like headless flies.

"Boom-" There was a bang, and two 95-1 fighters were dizzy, and they actually came to a head-on impact. The two planes were smashed to pieces, then they were reduced to a pile of debris and fell to the ground.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-" There were four loud noises in the air, and the 95-1 fighter plane, which had a speed of only about 100 meters per second, could not run past the pursuit of missiles of more than 800 meters per second. In the explosion of blood and fire, they also turned into a large fireball, and in the flames and smoke, they were blown into several pieces, and then fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, 6 planes were destroyed, and this has not yet seen the shadow of enemy aircraft. Omizu Dazuo knew that the big thing was not good, and he had already foreseen the final result, but a dead horse should be treated as a live horse doctor. He ordered loudly: "Stop the air strikes, and the planes urgently avoid the blow of enemy missiles." Good luck to all—"

The phrase "good luck to everyone" is purely the sorrow before death, and Da Shui said this sentence in the hope that there will be a plane to fly back to the Nanchang base alive.

But his words are not a little late.

Four more missiles on fire behind the butt flew towards the remaining 6 planes. Da Shui found that his luck was indeed not good, and a missile was flying towards him.

Da Shui sighed, according to the Chinese dialect, he really escaped the first day of junior high school, but he couldn't avoid the fifteenth! Despite this, Osui Osa gritted his teeth and had to make a final effort. As soon as he stepped on the gas pedal, he plunged into the ground, and an Inmaiman somersault came.

The Inmaiman turn is a high-thrust, vertical reversal.

First, a low-thrust fighter plane plunged into the ground, rolled 180 degrees, descended to an extremely low altitude, and then reversed again, and finally flew in the opposite direction. Low thrust can increase the range of maneuver by vertical descent, gaining higher speed. The aileron roll is performed in a vertical descent, and then a one hundred and eighty-degree roll is completed.

The Inmaiman maneuver causes the aircraft to make a 90-degree turn in the horizontal direction while creating a displacement in the vertical direction.

When Da Shui completed this complex set of movements, he was already sweating profusely. He looked back again, oh my god, this missile was still following behind, and it didn't dodge at all.

Just now, it was stabbing downward, and now the big water Dazuo drilled upwards again, and then there was a vertically rising Inmaiman somersault.

Dashui Dazuo's sweat was bubbling out like spring water, his blood pressure was rising vigorously, his brain was dizzy, and his heart was probably beating more than 200 times.

As soon as he completed this set of actions, Da Shui Dazuo's eyes were dazzling for a while, and he felt that his strength had been exhausted, and he had to wait for death. He turned his head with difficulty, and saw that a huge missile had already caught up with him, and it was about to collide.

Omizu Dazuo is increasing the throttle fiercely, but the throttle has reached the limit, and the speed can no longer be increased. Da Shui Dazuo saw that the huge missile was in close contact with his plane, and then broke through the aluminum skin, got into the stomach of his plane, and pushed up to his waist.

"Death is not terrible, but the mental toss before death, and the torture before death are the most terrible." Da Shui Dazuo let out a heartfelt sigh!

A red light rose in front of him, and the flame seemed to be very cold and cold, and he didn't feel the heat at all. A red cloud shone in front of his eyes, his plane disintegrated, turned into pieces, and his body also disintegrated, turning into pieces of flesh and blood.

But his soul still exists, and he seems to be still looking at everything in front of him with his eyes wide open.

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