The Japanese planes with Masao Suzuki as the arrows entered the battlefield from the northwest direction, and they swooped down from a height of 3,000 meters in the face of the rising sun in the east.

The distance between the three aircraft is 200 meters, so that it is enough to cover a battlefield with a width of nearly 400 meters. And the formation of longitudinal aircraft can strike at all strikeable ground targets in the field of view. Such a formation of columnar planes swept over the three-kilometer-long battlefield, and the attacked position was not only strafed by 48 machine guns equipped with 24 fighters, but also 24 terrible aerial bombs, and the casualties were absolutely heavy.

If, as Masao Suzuki thinks, this sky belongs to the Great Japanese Imperial Eagle, then there is no problem with their completely wrong choice.

Fly in the sun, the glare of the sun will dazzle the eyes of all pilots.

In this era, pilots have windshields but no sunglasses, and even if they do, with the kind of urine that is deducted to the home of the Japanese high-level, it is easier for Masao Suzuki to give the windshield some ink by himself. You know, a tattered 100-style submachine gun, those old buckmen have to discuss and hesitate for several years, until they are about to be beaten by the semi-automatic rifles of American cowboys on a small island in the Pacific before they begin to prepare a large number of equipment troops. Don't expect the eagles of the Japanese Empire to be like Tom, who is wearing sunglasses and flirting with his long hair around flirting with his sisters.

In the future, the little short-legged ones are not so handsome.

To put it bluntly, in that era when there was no information helmet, it was the most stupid decision to let the plane enter the battlefield with the sun's rays, and there was no one.

And this was only the first mistake of the Japanese aircraft flight formation.

There was no battlefield reconnaissance, no planes left to carry out high-altitude alert, and all the fighters were ready to attack the enemy on land.

There is no battle formation, and all the fighters are lined up in a column like a long dragon, which is considered the third.

In a high-speed confrontation with a rapidly changing air battle, one mistake is enough to be fatal, let alone three of them in a row?

Of course, Lieutenant Masao Suzuki, who has flown more than 800 hours and has a high level of experience, did this because the situation on the battlefield is too easy to distinguish. From Qigan Village to Shiyu Town and then to Shimen, the direction of the valley is exactly the direction of north-west.

In other words, from the perspective of the Japanese flight formation, there is almost no need to adjust the nose of the aircraft, as long as you dive, you can blow up all the Chinese on the mountain beams on both sides of the valley to slag.

It's like a person who has been hungry for three days, and suddenly sees a table full of Han people a few meters in front of him.

Of course, the real reason why Suzuki Masao violated the tactical principles of air combat and made mistakes again and again is not how excited they will be to kill the Chinese, nor how urgent they are to rescue their infantry partners, but pride! The entire Shanxi War has been fought for a month, when has a Chinese plane been seen in the sky over Shanxi? And even in the whole of North China, how many more Chinese planes? What's more, they have 24 planes and two squadrons, such strength, looking at the whole of China, who can beat it?

So, unscrupulous.

Not only were the warnings of the flight instructors forgotten, but the long-term flying experience was also forgotten by these old Japanese pilots. The navy looked down on the scum army, and the aristocratic cavalry in the army looked down on the scum fishermen and the mountaineers and the mud-legged infantry, but these scum were all turtles in the eyes of the eagles of the Great Japanese Empire soaring in the sky.

Only they are the strongest military branches, at least in the sky above China, no one dares to attack them directly.

If a group of rookies from the North China Army Airlines, who had not experienced the war in the southeast, had a good chat with their fellow pilots who had suffered heavy losses in Songhu, they would know that if they were given the same number of fighters as the Chinese who looked down on them, they would probably be beaten to their homes to find Mama.

Unfortunately, they don't have that opportunity anymore.

From the east, with their backs to the sun, eight "35 Thunderbolts" in a two-plane formation also formed a column swooping down from an altitude of 3,500 meters, just like eight agile swifts, although they were 500 meters higher than the Japanese planes, their speed was faster.

The dull roar of the 1,200-horsepower Merlin's air-cooled aero engine resounded across the battlefield, tearing at the nerves of everyone on the ground.

It doesn't matter if it's Chinese or Japanese.

Even, they forgot to continue fighting, and each hid in the bunker that he thought was safe enough and stared at the sky.

8 small black dots are still high in the sky, as far as the eye can see, 24 Japanese planes are diving, the red sun flag painted on the tail flashes the pride of all the Japanese but stings the eyes of the Chinese, and 8 metal fuselage planes that glisten in the sun are also diving, diving towards the battlefield, from the other direction.

However, no one knows that they belong on that side.

The Japanese are confused, and the Chinese are blindfolded with a small expectation, an unrealistic expectation.

At the very least, there was no bright red sun logo on the tail of the Japanese plane.

The future general looked at the sky with a telescope, stunned.

As the distance closed, he finally knew why that hateful boy was vetoing his battle plan, and why he had a "hateful" smile on his face.

That's because he already knew that someone would come to deal with the little devil's terrible Type 96 ground attack aircraft.

Yes, he saw, saw the engine roaring louder and louder, and the tail of 8 fighters that was already getting closer and closer.

That, too, is the sun.

However, not the red sun, but the white sun.

Blue sky and white sun.

He even saw several red stars on the fuselage of the plane that also served as an arrow.

That's, trump card.

Even if they have not experienced air warfare, but the future generals who have received China's most formal military education and have gone to the Red Polar Bear Advanced Military Academy for further study also know that that represents the number of enemy planes shot down, and that represents the trump card.

That is the future general did not have time to look at all the fighters that were diving, otherwise, his telescope would have been shocked.

Because, more than one trump card. All fighters have red stars on their fuselages, including Zhou Dapeng's wingman 150 meters away as an arrow, and they all have three red stars.

With more than 100 fighters, the "Aviation Volunteers" who fought nearly 1,000 Japanese planes in the Songhu battlefield for a month, lost as many as 98 planes, but the battle loss ratio reached an exaggerated 1 to 4, although they were ultimately unable to turn the tide and failed to reverse the decline of the air battle in the Songhu battlefield, but they made the Japanese fighters chill.

There is no brigade with more than 36 fighters, and it will definitely not fight, which is the best proof of this. Even if they have already learned through intelligence, this air force composed of overseas Chinese pilots in the United States has only 60 fighters at most.

Just like fighting monsters and upgrading in future games, the remaining less than 100 pilots have at least a record of shooting down two Japanese planes. The "35 version of the Thunderbolt", which surpasses the performance of the Japanese Type 96 fighters, provides enough room for the pilots to play and enough protection, so that they can survive the brutal war from a group of rookies who have been trained for less than 2 years, and their experience points continue to improve to complete the transformation.

It can be said that these sixteen fighters are all trump cards.

It's just that Zhou Dapeng, who shot down 7 enemy planes, is the trump card among trump cards.

"Haha, the blue sky and the white sun flag are Lao Tzu's planes. Brothers, it's Lao Tzu's plane. On the position, Liu Dazhu, the commander of the bayonet battalion, who would bear the brunt of the bombing and strafing by Japanese planes, threw away his binoculars and cracked his mouth and laughed.

Some of the soldiers who were rarely so excited and expressed their inner emotions The infantry battalion commander smiled so happily that he laughed so much that tears came out.

Even if he woke up from a coma on the battlefield of the Songhu Anti-Japanese War last time, even if he was a captain-level martial arts master in the decisive counterattack of the Battle of the Great Wall, he didn't laugh so happily.

Of course he had to laugh, of course he had to laugh and cry. In the face of the ravages of Japanese planes, he was even prepared to suffer more than half of the casualties in the whole battalion. Brothers who have eaten and lived together for more than 200 years! Perhaps in the midst of the bombs and machine guns raging by 24 Japanese planes, he will no longer be able to call him battalion commander as before, and salute each other. When he thinks about his dear brothers, he may have to pour a glass of wine and light a cigarette in front of the cold tombstone. Or perhaps, he himself was lying in a cold grave, watching his brothers salute him, but he could not return the salute as usual。。。。。。

That scene, whenever he, the commander of the infantry battalion, remembered it, what kind of heartache did it be?

But now, everything has changed.

Because, 8 Chinese's own, Eagles, are diving towards the ignorant Japanese aircraft.

The swoop without hesitation, although it was 8 to 24, Liu Dazhu could feel their determination.

They will definitely tear 24 Japanese planes to pieces.

"Yaga! Quickly inform the division headquarters, Shanxi, that there are Chinese aircraft, at least two squadrons. "The commander of the brigade of the Japanese major general who was a little confused also found the Peugeot belonging to the Chinese fighter plane from the telescope, and he looked bitter after recalling." Quickly alert the 38th Air Wing to the idiots that they were ambushed by Chinese planes. ”

The roar of the commander of the Japanese Major General's Brigade made the faces of a group of mud-legged infantrymen even more bitter than his.

They are still at least 800 meters in the air, don't say it on the ground, it's still at the bottom, how do you remind you? Could it be that thousands of people shouted the slogan together: "Fools of the 38th Air Wing, you are even more stupid than Lao Tzu, and you are still ambushed in the sky." ”

Yes, there is definitely a reason to be instantly turned into a fool by the title of the Imperial Eagle. There is a saying that the 40th Infantry Brigade was ambushed on the ground, and there is no reason why you can be ambushed in the endless sky in Baga, and what is even more stupid is that a group of stupid people in Baga have not yet found out。。。。。。

The mentality of the people on the ground is complicated, but in fact, it is only a short ten seconds.

For Masao Suzuki, who has seen the earth more and more clearly, the corners of his mouth already have a bit of the taste of an evil and crazy domineering president.

For Gou Wu, who spent a full twenty seconds calculating the distance and calculating the muzzle adjustment data, the movement in the sky was completely out of his consideration, even if the roar of the aircraft engine had made the battlefield quiet for a short time.

The mortar man, who was all focused on how to kill a few more little devils, finally opened fire, and in one breath, it was ten shots in a row, and in 30 seconds, all of them were empty.