Piloting the smoke and dust that the fighter plane chased up, I saw the devil plane slowly rising from the water, and realized that something was wrong.

Even at night, the Mustang fighter has an advantage, but the devil pilot is not a rookie, and the performance of the devil's carrier-based attack aircraft is not weak.

As machine guns rang out, a large scorching shell casing fell on the deck and on the water.

The flight speed of the Mustang fighter was much faster than that of the devil's carrier-based attack plane, and Yang Chen controlled the plane to continuously fire and pursue the enemy plane.

As soon as a devil's carrier-based reconnaissance plane was raised, it was covered by a rain of bullets from Mustang fighters.

"Tutu Tu Tu !! Tu

"Dada, dada!!!"

"Dog's little devil, look where you're going!"

Bullets, mixed with the line of fire, flew out of the machine guns of the Mustang fighters and flew sharply towards the enemy aircraft a few hundred meters ahead.

The devil's pilot stabilized the balance of the plane, and there was no time to counterattack.

"Be careful of the firepower of the Chinese plane, and quickly disperse and maneuver!"

The two planes of the devil flew apart, continuously changing their flight maneuvers, sometimes flying at a low altitude, sometimes flying sideways over the fuselage, and a large number of bullets flew past the side of the devil's fuselage dangerously and dangerously.

The devil's plane was like a defeated bird, flying in the air in embarrassment, and the line of fire of bullets was closely pursuing the devil's plane.

The Devil's Flying Commander has used his flying skills to the limit, but he still can't avoid all the bullet hits.

If it wasn't night and Yang Chen's vision was obstructed, he would have shot down the enemy plane long ago.

"Jingle Bell"

A string of machine-gun bullets hit the fuselage of the enemy plane, and the bullets easily broke through the outer armor of the devil attack plane.

The enemy planes that fell behind were scarred, and the wings in the tail section were broken.

Soon, the plane lost its balance in mid-air, and the plane spun and rolled. 、

The distance between the Mustang fighters and the enemy planes became closer and closer, and the rain of bullets again strafed fiercely, and the two boxes of the devil plane hit by the bullets were in tatters, and all the fuel leaked.

As a result of the continuous impact of bullets, the flames ignited the fuel in the fuel tank, and the flames of the aircraft grew larger and larger, and the entire tail section burned.

The devil's plane lost its balance, and no matter how good the devil's flight commander was, it would not help, and the plane crumbled and fell headlong into the water.

In this case, the devil flight commander did not have the opportunity to parachute.

The heavy fuselage fell under the water like a bombshell, splashing a large wave of water.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion fell, and the plane piloted by the Devil Flight Commander became a pile of parts, and the debris fragments were scattered around the water.

The pilot on the last devil plane, watching the main fighter plane being shot down, angrily attacked the Mustang fighter.

"Yaga, damn the Chinese fighter, I'll fight with you!"

The devil pilot let out a continuous roar of hatred.

The devil pilot knows that the performance of the aircraft is not as good as the Mustang fighter, and no matter how you fly, it is impossible for the Mustang fighter to fly fast.

Therefore, both horizontally and vertically are a death, and the little devil can only savagely fight with the security group plane. 、

Of course, even if the enemy plane wants to fight hard, it depends on whether the devil pilot has the strength or not.

The devil has no advantage in any way, and he undoubtedly hits the stone with an egg, but choosing to die in battle can be regarded as a decent death.

"Come on, the !! of the fighter planes"

The devil pilot shouted loudly as he opened fire on the Mustang fighters.

The pilots of the devils are completely insane, and even if they can't hit the Mustang fighters, the enemy wants to use the planes to ram them and die together.

Piloting the smoke and dust that the fighter plane chased up, I saw the devil plane slowly rising from the water, and realized that something was wrong.

Even at night, the Mustang fighter has an advantage, but the devil pilot is not a rookie, and the performance of the devil's carrier-based attack aircraft is not weak.

As machine guns rang out, a large scorching shell casing fell on the deck and on the water.

The flight speed of the Mustang fighter was much faster than that of the devil's carrier-based attack plane, and Yang Chen controlled the plane to continuously fire and pursue the enemy plane.

As soon as a devil's carrier-based reconnaissance plane was raised, it was covered by a rain of bullets from Mustang fighters.

"Tutu Tu Tu !! Tu

"Dada, dada!!!"

"Dog's little devil, look where you're going!"

Bullets, mixed with the line of fire, flew out of the machine guns of the Mustang fighters and flew sharply towards the enemy aircraft a few hundred meters ahead.

The devil's pilot stabilized the balance of the plane, and there was no time to counterattack.

"Be careful of the firepower of the Chinese plane, and quickly disperse and maneuver!"

The two planes of the devil flew apart, continuously changing their flight maneuvers, sometimes flying at a low altitude, sometimes flying sideways over the fuselage, and a large number of bullets flew past the side of the devil's fuselage dangerously and dangerously.

The devil's plane was like a defeated bird, flying in the air in embarrassment, and the line of fire of bullets was closely pursuing the devil's plane.

The Devil's Flying Commander has used his flying skills to the limit, but he still can't avoid all the bullet hits.

If it wasn't night and Yang Chen's vision was obstructed, he would have shot down the enemy plane long ago.

"Jingle Bell"

A string of machine-gun bullets hit the fuselage of the enemy plane, and the bullets easily broke through the outer armor of the devil attack plane.

The enemy planes that fell behind were scarred, and the wings in the tail section were broken.

Soon, the plane lost its balance in mid-air, and the plane spun and rolled. 、

The distance between the Mustang fighters and the enemy planes became closer and closer, and the rain of bullets again strafed fiercely, and the two boxes of the devil plane hit by the bullets were in tatters, and all the fuel leaked.

As a result of the continuous impact of bullets, the flames ignited the fuel in the fuel tank, and the flames of the aircraft grew larger and larger, and the entire tail section burned.

The devil's plane lost its balance, and no matter how good the devil's flight commander was, it would not help, and the plane crumbled and fell headlong into the water.

In this case, the devil flight commander did not have the opportunity to parachute.

The heavy fuselage fell under the water like a bombshell, splashing a large wave of water.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion fell, and the plane piloted by the Devil Flight Commander became a pile of parts, and the debris fragments were scattered around the water.

The pilot on the last devil plane, watching the main fighter plane being shot down, angrily attacked the Mustang fighter.

"Yaga, damn the Chinese fighter, I'll fight with you!"

The devil pilot let out a continuous roar of hatred.

The devil pilot knows that the performance of the aircraft is not as good as the Mustang fighter, and no matter how you fly, it is impossible for the Mustang fighter to fly fast.

Therefore, both horizontally and vertically are a death, and the little devil can only savagely fight with the security group plane. 、

Of course, even if the enemy plane wants to fight hard, it depends on whether the devil pilot has the strength or not.