Seeing the front, to be precise, the patches of enemy planes below the front, and the aircraft carrier sailing against the wind on the sea, Zhu Huasheng suddenly felt that God was not so hateful.

In fact, along the way, his luck has been very good.

Shortly before half past ten, about an hour after takeoff, the navigator saw a track in the clouds below.

A straight line formed by the condensation of water mist, which is clearly the mark left by the plane as it flies by.

In addition, the plane flew from the east and flew at an altitude of less than a thousand meters, and after entering the clouds, it must have lowered its flight altitude.

As expected, it was supposed to be a seaplane.

Of course, it is also possible that it is a low-flying reconnaissance aircraft.

After all, in order to see the situation on the sea surface clearly, reconnaissance aircraft generally fly at an altitude below the clouds, and very few reconnaissance aircraft fly above the clouds.

The key is that the plane did not find the "flying fish" piloted by Zhu Huasheng.

Because he needed to search for the mobile fleet and then had to command the battle, after setting off, Zhu Huasheng kept the flight altitude above four thousand meters.

Flying so high is just to save fuel.

According to the plan, it was only at 10:50 a.m. that the sea area where the mobile fleet was found would be reached, and then it would be necessary to reduce the flight altitude below the clouds.

That trace is equivalent to pointing out the direction for Zhu Huasheng.

Find the right direction, it's easy to say anything.

After calling the nearby squadron leader and deputy squadron leader and asking them to lead the group to follow, Zhu Huasheng lowered the flight altitude to two thousand meters.

Because of flying eastward, the thickness of the clouds became thinner and thinner, so Zhu Huasheng was not in a hurry to lower below the clouds.

Soon, Zhu Huasheng's judgment was confirmed, and it was extremely crucial.

Ten minutes ago, just after 11 o'clock, Zhu Huasheng saw several enemy planes through the gaps in the clouds, and recognized at a glance that they were the 97 ships of the Narrow Navy.

Critically, these enemy aircraft are flying southward.

Zhu Huasheng didn't think much about it at all, and immediately followed.

Then, I found that I had unexpectedly passed through the outer air defense network of the mobile fleet and appeared over a huge fleet aircraft carrier.

Nearby, to be exact.

Judging by the size, it was "Jiahe"!

Those 97 ships did not land on the "Jiahe", but continued to fly in a southeasterly direction, indicating that there was still an aircraft carrier over there.

Faced with the fat that was delivered to his mouth, Zhu Huasheng did not get carried away.

Because he didn't encounter air defense fighters along the way, Zhu Huasheng felt that the mobile fleet might not have discovered the attack aircraft group that had been killed!

Radar?

Not to mention the Narrow Navy, not even the Newland Navy and the Royal Navy of Bran. To this day, radar is still a unique trick of the Imperial Navy.

In addition, there are not necessarily fighter jets patrolling the air.

After calming down, Zhu Huasheng immediately called the group behind him and made arrangements for the attack.

The 1st Group, to be more precise, from the "Mohe" squadron, continued to fly southeast, searching for and attacking another fleet carrier. The squadron from the "Longjiang" stayed behind and followed Zhu Huasheng to launch an attack on the "Jiahe", which was recovering carrier-based aircraft.

"Captain!"

"See, let's get started!"

Before the navigator reminded him, Zhu Huasheng had already seen the four "Typhoon" fighters that had dived down from the front, and they were escort fighters.

There were no enemy air defense fighters, and there were dozens of enemy planes ahead, and the pilots of the escort fighters could not withstand it.

Flying at the front was Second Lieutenant Wei Chengwen.

Last night, after returning to Foot Island, he learned that he had become a hero of the Navy's propaganda because he piloted a fighter to strafe the aircraft carrier.

To be precise, the Navy's propaganda apparatus was ready to make him a war hero.

According to the arrangement, he was supposed to stay on Foot Island and take a transport plane to the command of the Southern Fleet after dawn.

Unsurprisingly, he would return to the imperial capital a few days later, where he would receive an award from the Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, and even hopefully an audience and reward from the Emperor. In the coming months, he will travel with the propaganda team to all the major cities, attending at least two military-run events a day, such as participating in recruitment campaigns, collecting money for the construction of new warships, and educating the public about the heroic deeds of naval officers and soldiers fighting on the front lines.

All in all, it is necessary to temporarily leave the front-line combat units.

As for when he will return, it depends on how long the people can remember him, or when the next war hero will be born.

It's just that Wei Chengwen doesn't want to be a hero standing in the spotlight, let alone facing those news reporters with cameras and honey-bellied swords.

Then, in the middle of the night, he quietly climbed aboard a fighter jet.

Although he was scolded by Li Hengjia after coming to the "Longjiang", Li Hengjia was also duplicitous, after all, what he lacked now was experienced pilots.

Besides, the Southern Fleet Command and the Navy Command did not give orders to the task force.

Propaganda agencies?

It was a civilian unit and was not qualified to dictate to combat units.

In order to reduce trouble, Li Hengjia arranged for Wei Chengwen to participate in the first round of offensive operations.

When he flies into the sky with a fighter jet, even if the commander-in-chief of the Navy sends a telegram, it will not take effect until the battle is over, and after he returns to the aircraft carrier.

After setting off, it took Wei Chengwen an hour to catch up with the attack group.

When Zhu Huasheng sent the message and summoned the group to attack, Wei Chengwen was behind Zhu Huasheng's ass, about ten kilometers apart.

Actually, it's also good luck.

If Wei Chengwen hadn't followed Zhu Huasheng, then he wouldn't have been able to take the lead no matter what.

It is not only the technology that makes an ace pilot, but also the advanced performance of the fighter jet, and the luck that is indispensable at all times.

This guy's luck is almost home!

When he swooped down from a high altitude, Wei Chengwen saw the 97 ship attack with its tail painted red and three yellow horizontal stripes, flying towards the southeast.

Whose landline is that?

That's right, it's Daisa Genda of the First Air Force!

The pilots of the Imperial Navy all knew this extremely striking symbol.

It was this guy who led the group to sink the "Linghe", resulting in the death of hundreds of officers and men of the Imperial Navy, many of whom were Wei Chengwen's friends and comrades-in-arms.

That's right, that's Genda Daisa's landline!

Wei Chengwen thought about it too much, and went straight to the 97 ship.

Approaching to 400 meters, when the other pilot's pilot discovered the threat and was about to evade, Wei Chengwen pressed the switch on the joystick.

Six 13-mm aviation machine guns simultaneously erupted tongues of fire.

A long burst shot that lasts for several seconds, aimed at the cockpit.

It's just that at the moment when Wei Chengwen opened fire, the 97 ship attack also began to roll.

Apparently, Genda had long seen the fighter swooping down from a high altitude.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that the other party would shoot hundreds of bullets in one go.

The sudden roll allowed the cockpit to avoid the bullets, but the fighter plane did not. The fuselage and wings were shot in multiple places, and even the engine was hit.

Looking at the 97 ships that dragged black smoke and rushed to the sea, Wei Chengwen was not very reconciled.

It's just that I can't be distracted right now.

The battle has begun, and the torpedo group led by Zhu Huawen is reducing the flight altitude while searching for an opportunity to approach the aircraft carrier to attack.

High altitude, two squadrons of fourteen "Wasp" dive bombers have already arrived.

All the nearby enemy ships reacted, and the nearest cruiser was already firing, but it was aimed at the warplanes of the Sagai Navy.

It was chaotic, but it was a good time to attack.