As soon as a Japanese bomber was beaten all over his body, the fuselage of the Hawker III fighter suddenly hit a volley of machine gun bullets!

it! There are six Devil's Type 95 fighters.

The six fighters were forming a goose-shaped formation and were surrounding the Hawker III.

Wu Haohan, an instructor at the Central Aviation School sitting in the cabin, pulled the joystick sharply, hovering to avoid the rain of bullets while climbing into the clouds.

One of the most taboo things in air combat is exposing one's back to the opponent.

Once the opponent occupies the position at six o'clock, it means that your fighters have fallen into a passive engagement state.

If the pilot is not skilled in air combat, it is generally difficult to get rid of the lock on to the firepower of the mobile gun.

However, Wu Haohan is a veteran pilot with 21 years of experience in flying aircraft, and when he encountered this situation, he did not show a panicked look on his face at all.

I saw him calmly rushing into the clouds and occupying a favorable height.

In air combat, whoever occupies the height will be able to gain a condescending superiority, and this is similar to the terrain advantage of the ground forces.

The devil's long plane couldn't find the Hawker III fighter at once, so he ordered the remaining five wingmen to disperse to find Wu Haohan's landline.

Flying in the clouds, Wu Haohan, who was keeping a close eye on the Japanese plane, found that there was not much fuel in the tank.

Wu Haohan has been in the air for 30 minutes, and it is reasonable that he is on the verge of running out of fuel.

At this moment, a Japanese fighter appeared in the direction of 14 o'clock in Wu Haohan.

Now it's too late to get rid of the pursuit of the Japanese planes, so it's better to fight a few more Japanese planes.

Since there is no way back, it is better to charge forward bravely, and Wu Haohan will die on the road of charging.

Wu Haohan increased the throttle and bit the control lever towards the lone Japanese fighter.

The devil of the Kashima squadron made the mistake of scattering his fighters, which allowed Wu Haohan to catch a gap.

Dada!

Wu Haohan piloted the Hawker III fighter while diving and firing wildly.

The Type 95 fighter was smashed into a sieve, and the gasoline in the cabin leaked, and the dark gasoline sprayed directly into the face of the devil pilot.

Call! A volley of bombs fired by Wu Haohan ignited the gasoline.

The thick woolen jacket on the devil pilot's body was set on fire, and for a while, the fierce fire burned the devil pilot to the ground.

Seeing a fighter jet catch fire and explode, the squadron leader of Kashima hurriedly sent out a radio, and the fighters immediately surrounded Wu Haohan's landline.

Something is wrong! Five Type 95 fighters appeared at 11 o'clock, 4 o'clock, 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, and 1 o'clock in Wu Haohan.

Dada!

Dada!

Dada!

Dada!

Dada!

Five Devil fighters fired at the vast Hawker III fighter almost at the same time!

it! It's so unfair!

One dozen five, ah, this is!

However, there is no fairness in war, not to mention that the opponent is the ferocious Japanese invading army.

In the face of the siege of five fighters, Wu Haohan did not panic, and piloted the Hawker III to do a textbook Hartmann roll.

It's a classic defensive move.

When the enemy plane is biting your six o'clock direction, when you are ready to make a move, use the negative G ability that is superior to the opponent to suddenly push the rod while pedaling the rudder.

Seeing the vast Hawker III fighter jumping towards an altitude of 1,200 meters, the five devil fighters also made a sharp turn downward.

The speed of the Devil Fighter slowed down suddenly due to the need to turn, but Wu Haohan's Hawker III Fighter gained a certain speed and opened up the distance from the Devil Fighter.

Seeing that he got rid of the pursuit of the devil, Wu Haohan was another egret in the sky, and once again hid in the clouds and flew.

But at this moment, Wu Haohan's fuel tank was already under the cordon, and according to his experience, it was estimated that the amount of fuel he would not even be able to guarantee back to the military academy airfield.

The number of bullets is only about a hundred.

Dada!

Two devil fighters bit from the tail direction again!

At the same time, a Devil fighter appeared from the direction of 12 o'clock.

Advancing is also death, and retreating is also death!

It's better to fight with the little devils.

Wu Haohan increased the throttle and rushed straight towards the devil fighter in front of him.

Dada!

Dada!

At the same time as the devil pilot pressed the weapon switch, Wu Haohan also fired at the devil's fighter, directly shooting the last hundred rounds of ammunition.

Perhaps it is the manifestation of China's ancestors, Wu Haohan's wings only have a few bullet holes, and the Hawker III fighter can basically fly normally.

And the devil fighter who was hedging with Wu Haohan was not only hit by bullets, but also suffered hundreds of bullets from the two fighters behind his buttocks.

Seeing the ghost fighter that had grazed the fuselage crash from the sky, Wu Haohan continued to select another devil fighter as the target of attack.

At present, Wu Haohan's fuel tank can only last for five minutes.

But the mighty Hawker III fighter couldn't just crash like this, and he still wanted to make a fortune from the devil.

This time, it was the devil's long plane that appeared directly in front of Wu Haohan, and the pilot in the long plane was the leader of the Kashima squadron.

Seeing the vast Hawker III fighter crashing straight towards him, Squadron Leader Kashima was shocked and made a 180-degree climb.

Wu Haohan's Hawker III fighter almost collided with the Kashima squadron leader's plane, and it was 30 centimeters short.

Wu Haohan's last bit of oil had run out, and the fuselage had begun to smoke, which was hit by two devil fighters behind his buttocks.

Hawk III trembled and glided towards the front of the Yuhuatai position, and Wu Haohan was getting closer and closer to the ground.

If you don't skydive, you have to kiss the motherland.

The instruments in the cabin constantly indicate the flight altitude of the Hawker III.

1000 meters, 900 meters, 800 meters.

Wu Haohan, who had already opened the hatch, parachuted violently and accurately opened the parachute at a position of 500 meters.

Seeing that the only fighter of the Shina Army had been shot down, Squadron Leader Kashima did not continue to strafe out of respect for Wu Haohan, but only ordered the remaining fighters to return.

Unlike the other devils, Squadron Leader Kashima was educated at the Luftwaffe Aviation School, and he greatly admired the gentlemanly spirit of German pilots.

Wu Haohan is a rare opponent, the air combat skills impress the Kashima squadron leader, and the bloody fighting style makes the Kashima squadron leader admire.

In Squadron Leader Kashima's worldview, war can also be civilized, and if it's not necessary, why rush to exterminate it.

It's just that Squadron Leader Kashima is afraid that he will be scolded by his superiors when he goes back.

Because in the psychology of the superiors, to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

But Squadron Leader Kashima, who was deeply influenced by the Luftwaffe culture, didn't care about this.

Seeing Wu Haohan landing at a position of about 1,500 meters in the reserve of the first regiment, Xiong Xiong, the commander of the first battalion, said urgently: "Tuanzao, our pilot has fallen on the devil's side over there!" What to do? ”

Putting away the telescope held in front of him, Liang Shanhao opened his voice and shouted, "What should I do?" Go and save it now! This is our Air Force brothers, we have to save even if we die! Three battalion commanders, three battalion commanders! ”

The commander of the third battalion immediately ran to Liang Shanhao: "Yes! What are the instructions for the group? ”

Liang Shanhao said: "Draw out a platoon from your three battalions, leave two MG34 general-purpose machine guns in the other regiment, and bring the remaining eight machine guns to me, Lao Tzu will personally lead the team to rescue the pilot."

The third battalion commander showed anxiety on his face: "Regiment seat, do you want to reconsider, I see that the position where the pilot landed is 1,500 meters away from the position of our first regiment!" It was the middle ground of the battlefield, and the devil probably would also send troops over, and I was afraid that it would be more than lucky. Why should we cost the lives of an entire platoon for the sake of a pilot! ”

After a little groaning, Liang Shanhao scolded: "Damn, you're worried about a fart!" Didn't you look at the eight MG34 general-purpose machine guns in Lao Tzu's hand, and these 12 MP40 submachine guns? Just that devil, what's there to be afraid of! If the third battalion commander is worried about his own life, you can stay in the position for Lao Tzu! I'm saved this pilot! ”

As the so-called heroes cherish heroes, Wu Haohan has a bright sword spirit, and when he encounters the siege of the devil's group, he does not blindly run away, but shows the bloody nature of Chinese soldiers.

Even if you die, you have to let the little devil drop a piece of meat before you die.

This kind of bloodiness deeply touched Liang Shanhao, and the soldiers should be like Wu Haohan, who will show their swords when they meet the enemy, fight to the death, and fight to the end.

It is about 1500 meters away from the Yuhuatai position.

The devils of the 6th Division did not have a gentleman soldier like Kashima, and a group of devils with bright bayonets were already approaching a distance of 300 meters.

Seeing that the search force of the devil rushed towards him, Wu Haohan, who was hanging from a tree, hurriedly took out the saber he carried and cut the ropes one by one.

Before he could stand up, the devil's crooked machine gun had already fired a barrage of bullets at Wu Haohan.

At the same time, grenades also smashed towards Wu Haohan's hiding place with a whistling sound.