Japan is accustomed to using their imperial era name to finalize weapons and equipment, so all the weapons that were finalized in 1937, that is, Japan's self-proclaimed imperial era 2597, were gloriously named "97."

This is the case with the Mitsubishi Type 97 light bomber, and it was finalized in the same year as the Type 97 fighter, Type 97 heavy bomber, Type 97 command reconnaissance aircraft, and the Navy also has the famous Type 97 torpedo attack aircraft, a bunch of Type 97 made the Japanese themselves confused, so the insiders will use the plan number of the production to distinguish, the plan number of the Type 97 light bomber is キ30, that is, the KI-30 light bomber.

The surprise attack by the German fighter squad was so successful that not a single Siamese bomber spotted them until they approached the attack position. This was due to the extraordinary luck of the German pilots, and the three unusually conspicuous fighters painted in them had no concealment at all, and if anyone in the group had thought of looking behind and down, the course of the air battle would have been completely different, and of course the final result would not have changed, but it would definitely not have been as miserable as the back.

The three BF109s were almost within a kilometer of the group before they suddenly accelerated to climb upward, and under the horrified gaze of a group of enemy pilots, they moved violently to occupy the zenith position of the group. Then, like an air show, the three planes made a 180-degree barrel roll at the same time, the fuselage was reversed downward, and then began to dive towards their chosen target.

The whole action was completed in just ten seconds, and the crew of the bomber was so stunned by the sudden situation that no one even thought of using weapons to defend themselves. Those bomber pilots can be said to have experienced a hundred battles, but they have never encountered this type of high-speed air combat since they joined the army, so that the first strike of the German army seemed to them to be particularly rapid and violent.

The three Type 97 bombers were torn to shreds almost instantly, and long plumes of smoke and flames were dragged on the fuselage and wings, tumbling and falling like fallen leaves.

"The bean machine, the Duiz army is a bean machine. I'm dumb! I'm dumb! (Fighters!) Fighters of the German Army! Fire! Fire! The commander of the flight formation, Tian Cheng Shaozuo, reacted first, and he loudly gave orders to his subordinates by radio.

Because it is a branded export machine, the Japanese can be regarded as having put in enough work, and each aircraft is equipped with Japanese-made radio equipment, but the performance is still that kind of performance, even if there is an opinion, there is no way, because the Japanese themselves are using this kind of garbage. Siam is trying to find a way to import a batch of aviation radios from South America, but it is far from quenching the thirst of the near-term, not to mention that the group of South Americans do not know whether they are willing to sell it.

The air raid was carried out by some hardliners in the Siam Air Force in conspiracy with the Japanese army intelligence agencies, without the consent of the Siamese command. The Siamese did not learn anything else from the Japanese, but they learned the next one first. But then again, the [mutiny culture] within the Siamese army also has a long history, so it's hard to say who learned who learned whom.

At this time, the Siamese pilots attached to the flying team had not yet completed all the training, and during this period of time, there had been several large and small training accidents, so it was obviously a little difficult for them to fly this kind of bomber to fight, so the Japanese jumped out without giving up, and some of them were excellent pilots who flew the 97 type, and in order to defeat the evil Western colonizers, the Japanese soldiers said that they were happy to sacrifice for their Siamese friends.

This time, the Phibun Songkhan Flying Group dispatched an entire squadron, and 12 Type 97 light bombers, all of which were piloted by Japanese pilots, and after several days of careful preparation, launched a surprise attack on the French air station in Sisopho on the same day, in retaliation for the repeated cross-border reconnaissance of the French reconnaissance squadron stationed at the air station.

The first half of the plan was a perfect success, with the Type 97 light bomber at full performance under the control of experienced Japanese pilots, and the precise dive bombing almost completely destroyed the French airfield.

Out of contempt for the French Indochina Air Force and the self-confidence cultivated in the battlefield of China, Tian Cheng Shaozo resolutely crossed out the part of the plan to escort fighters, because he believed that there was no need for this, the Imperial Japanese Army Air Force did not need Siamese protection at all, and the intelligence showed that the nearest fighter squadron around them was a hundred kilometers away, and as long as they did a good job of secrecy before the operation, they would not be intercepted by the enemy.

So now, they are going to pay the price for their arrogance, and I don't know if the commander Tian Cheng Shaozo regretted his decision before he was shot down.

"Akma, Kolewa Akmada! (Devil, this is the devil!) The private-classman in the shirt held the handle of the self-defense machine gun in the rear compartment, and his fingers pulled the trigger tightly. This 7.7 mm machine gun, which was given the designation "No. 4 Trial Production Single-barreled Gyratory Machine Gun Type II" by the Japanese army, poured a dense rain of bullets on the white shadows that swept over the group like lightning.

"Red deer, solve the bullets. T-shirt! Calm down! The pilot in the front seat, Mitarai Takeo Pilot, shouted at the signal soldier in the back seat who had lost his cool.

However, the admonition of the commander of the Mitarai army did not play any role, and after a frantic burst of fire, the drums containing sixty-nine rounds were quickly emptied, and the gunfire stopped abruptly, but the signal soldier still desperately pulled the trigger, and the empty chamber could only click helplessly.

"Akma, Oni! Oneda! (Demons, ghosts, ghosts!) The Heavy groaned at the white fighter who had suddenly appeared in view, and the distance between the two sides was so close that the shirt could even see the lake-green eyes of the German pilot that exuded a bone-chilling chill behind the thick bulletproof windshield.

"Okasan! (Mom)" let go of the handle of the machine gun and raised his hands in front of his face.

Second Lieutenant Shi Boru looked coldly at the prey that was close at hand, the opponent's fuselage was already filled with an aiming aura, the major estimated the safe distance, and then pressed the fire trigger mercilessly. Two fifteen-millimeter machine guns above the nose engine and a twenty-millimeter cannon in the propeller shaft opened fire at the same time, and a series of tracer bullets pierced the air like flying locusts, and then burrowed into the fragile fuselage of the Type 97 light bomber.

Shi Boru didn't look at the results of the battle at all, she swung the joystick sharply, and the plane made a neat roll, and then the nose of the plane began to climb at great speed. The white fighter is like a sturdy white falcon that pounces on a flock of geese, wantonly hunting and killing fat and clumsy prey.

"Red, watch out for the red one."

"Are all German fighters monsters?"

"It's dark and the card is loaded!"

"Miyamoto! The blue one is behind you! ”

"Retreat! The squadron leader is dead! Fall back! There was a mixture of noise, a miserable wail on the Japanese radio.

Compared with Major Sbojou's lightness and agility, Second Lieutenant Nemo's style was more crude and tyrannical, and his blood-red Mercedes-Schmidt was like a god of death in the eyes of Japanese pilots.

He simply pulls up, turns, looks for his target, and then rushes straight down, seemingly easily trying to figure out his movements. But no matter how hard the Ninety-Seven driver tried to dodge, the other party could always fly above its head at the last second.

Japanese pilots all know the story of the Red Baron in World War I, and now seeing a fighter plane that is also covered in bright red makes them think of Richthofen's prestige, especially when the other party's target is their own, how not to make these pilots frightened.

"The white demon is indeed terrifying, and the blue superstar is also very powerful, but the red one is the most ferocious. He was like a burning comet, straight at me, and I pushed the rudder as hard as I could, circling to the right, and the throttle was pushed all the way down. At that time, I heard Suzuki Soga, who was in the back seat, shouting "No", followed by a violent vibration, and by the time I woke up, I was already hanging under the parachute. Ask me how I jumped out of the burning plane, I can't remember it at all now, and the memory of those ten seconds is like a blank slate. ”

Kazunari Araki, a surviving second lieutenant in the Japanese Army Air Corps, said this in an interview with the Asahi Shimbun after the war. The second lieutenant was mortally wounded and was found dying by the French colonial forces, and the French medic amputated one of his legs, saving his life, and he was sent as a prisoner of war to the prisoner-of-war camp in Saigon, where he returned to his homeland at the end of four or six years.

By this time, Japan had already been defeated, and the second lieutenant relied on the skills he had learned in the prisoner of war camp to open a French restaurant in Yokohama, which was said to have been well received by the occupation forces and made a lot of money at the time.

It was because of the report on this second lieutenant that people finally discovered the original origin and origin of the nicknames of the three ace pilots of the German task force, "White Devil, Red Comet and Blue Giant". (To be continued.) )