When Yuwen Cui Lei arrived, Wang Zhihua had already jumped out of the fighter jet, and the roaring parachute was slowly falling down. Several "Golden Eagles" circled around, not letting the F6F get closer, at least Wang Zhihua's subordinates still cared about their commander.

"Contact the fleet and ask them to send a search and rescue plane immediately." Yuwen Cui Lei sighed, "Wang Zhihua, this kid knows how to play with his life, how many times has he been shot down?" ”

"It seems like the fourth, or the fifth." The wingman pilot immediately replied, Wang Zhihua is the fighter pilot with the most records in the wing, but he is also the pilot who has been shot down the most times, but this kid can come back alive every time, and every time he comes back, he can shoot down more enemy planes, which can be said to be a great blessing.

"Hey, how many victories does he have?"

"Colonel, Colonel Wang Zhihua shot down at least 14 enemy planes!"

"14!?" Hearing the report of Wang Zhihua's wingman pilot, Yuwen Cui Lei couldn't believe his ears that he had only killed 13 enemy planes. "Damn, this kid is working so hard, damn it. Leave two fighters here, the others continue to cover the bomber group! ”

In fact, at this time, there is no need for Yuwen Cui Lei and them to cover the bomber group, because Colonel Nagabee Hiroshi had already led the first batch of "water birds" to penetrate into the anti-aircraft fire network of the Fifth Fleet five minutes ago, and the remaining F6F was also being chased and killed by the "Golden Eagle", and the air battle was basically over, and the rest depended on how the bombers with bombs and torpedoes "tossed" the Fifth Fleet.

At that time, he thought that Wang Zhihua was finished, and it was not until the "Golden Eagle" flew crookedly away from the sky over the Fifth Fleet that he believed that Wang Zhihua, a "madman," had survived again, and would definitely survive. In addition, Wang Zhihua's landline is relatively easy to identify, and there is a yellow paint line of the captain's landline logo on both sides of the vertical tail of the plane, and the squadron leader is red. And the squad leader is green. Anyone who understands this will be able to tell at a glance what rank the pilot on the plane is.

Chang Beihong didn't continue to worry about Wang Zhihua, he also knew that Wang Zhihua was the kind of pilot who had a lot of blessings. During the attack on the New Hebrides, Wang Zhihua was shot down while attacking an anti-aircraft gun position, and at that time he could only parachute over the island, but he hid on the island for two days and two nights, and when the Marine Corps search and rescue team found him, he lost a full ten pounds of meat. But five days later, he flew into the sky again and was shot down again by anti-aircraft guns. As a result, he drifted at sea for half a day, was fished up by a seaplane, and flew into the sky again the next day.

As for fighter pilots like Wang Zhihua, Chang Beihong can only say that they are "madmen" who dare to deal with antiaircraft artillery positions that even bomber pilots have a little scruple about with a few rockets, and this is something that only a "madman" can do. Anyway, Chang Beihong thinks that Wang Zhihua is the kind of pilot who will never die on the battlefield, and maybe God is also taking care of him. Otherwise. How could he have escaped the threat of death several times?

Now, Changsun Hong will not care about Wang Zhihua's life or death, and the escort fighters have already helped them tear apart the air defense network of the Fifth Fleet. Assaulting the aircraft carriers of the Fifth Fleet and breaking through the blocking of anti-aircraft guns is the task of the bombers, and there is no order requiring those fighters to attack the anti-aircraft guns on the battleship, and this is not something that fighters can do.

"Rescue preparations disperse, three squads each attack an aircraft carrier, concentrate on bombing aircraft carriers, pay attention to cooperate with torpedo bombers, don't attack alone!"

The 36 "Shooting Birds" quickly dispersed and divided into three squads to kill the three aircraft carriers of the 51st Task Force. Changsun Hong chose the easternmost aircraft carrier with the ship number CV-10. It can be known from the manual of enemy warships that this is the "Bennington", the twelfth aircraft carrier of the "Essex" class, and perhaps the flagship of the Fifth Fleet, but who can say for sure?

The firepower of the US anti-aircraft guns was quite intensive, and Changsun Hong constantly adjusted the course of the bombers, and the "shooting birds" following him had to spread out a little to avoid being concentrated by those large-caliber anti-aircraft shells equipped with proximity fuses. The biggest threat is not the US military's 120mm VT shells. Actual combat has also proved that the biggest role of large-caliber VT bombs is not to shoot down bombers. Rather, it forced the bomber groups to disperse and not be able to concentrate the attack. Judging from the results of the statistics of the Tang Imperial Navy, the greatest threat to bombers should be medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns such as 40 mm, followed by sub-large-caliber anti-aircraft guns such as 80 mm, then small-caliber anti-aircraft guns such as 20 mm, and finally large-caliber anti-aircraft guns.

The bomber was jolting slightly, and Changsun Hong could even hear the "clanging" sound of shrapnel hitting the fuselage. The threat of shrapnel is not very great, the cockpit of the "waterfowl" is surrounded by 10 mm thick armor, and in addition, as long as the shells do not explode within 10 meters, then the shrapnel is difficult to threaten the bomber. Changsun Hong felt that the bomber was like a swallow passing through a storm, and at the same time, he also noticed that the anti-aircraft gun fire on the escort warships in the US fleet was obviously much stronger than before, especially those heavy cruisers, which were simply a few porcupines full of sharp thorns! And the self-defense firepower of the aircraft carrier itself is not weak, and if we look at the number of antiaircraft guns, the US aircraft carrier itself is the strongest "air defense warship."

"Prepare to lower the altitude, prepare to lower the altitude, enter in groups, be careful not to get hit!"

When he arrived near the "Bennington", Changsun Hong first began to reduce the altitude, and he quickly checked the instruments, and all parts of the plane were in normal condition. Then, he unlocked the bomb safe.

"Be careful, enter the dive!"

This sentence is telling the navigator behind to prepare the navigator for the dive. As soon as the words fell, the "waterfowl" swooped down like a meteor towards the aircraft carrier on the sea. The altitude is getting lower, the angle of the dive is getting bigger, and the screaming is getting more and more harsh.

The plane shook even more, Changsun Hong felt the blood rush to his brain, and then he felt as if his body was pressed against the seat by a huge, powerful hand, after a short period of darkness, he saw the huge aircraft carrier on the sea, the bomber's dive angle has exceeded 80 degrees, the speed is getting faster and faster, and the plane is getting more and more turbulent. As if the bomber was about to lose control, the steering stick was as if it was welded to the plane, and Changsun Hong used his strength to control the bomber. Shells are constantly flying near the bomber, all of which are small-caliber shells, unless these shells are directly hit, otherwise the bomber will not be threatened, but to dodge all the anti-aircraft artillery shells, it is almost a gamble of luck!

Suddenly. The bomber shook violently, the shock came from the left, Nagabehiro quickly glanced to the left, and the tip of the left wing of the plane was hit by a shell, probably a 20-mm cannon shell. Under the high-speed erosion of the air current, the bullet holes at the tips of the wing continued to expand.

"Eldest grandson, we're going to fall!"

"No, hold on for another minute!" Nagabie Hiroshi said this to himself, and even more so to his landline, as if the bomber could hear his "orders".

The "waterfowl" "moaned" loudly. Changsun Hong did not pull up the bomber. It was impossible for him to pull up the bomber before dropping the bomb. When he was less than 500 meters above the sea, Changsun Hong released the bomb "trigger" on the steering stick, and he immediately felt that the bomber seemed to be much lighter. As if the bomber was a part of his body, he desperately pulled back the steering stick to pull the bomber back.

The pilot of the bomber following behind clearly saw that the colonel's plane was dropping bombs, and the moment it was pulled up, the left wing broke about a third of the way from the wingtip, and the broken wing almost hit the bomber behind. Then, like a kite with a broken string, the colonel's plane pulled up sideways at the last moment. But it was too late, and this only avoided a headlong crash into the sea, and as a result, the bomber still crashed into the sea.

At the moment when the bomber crashed into the sea, the huge impact made Changsun Hong unconscious, and then a cold sea water woke him up again, he felt a blur in front of him, the world turned red, and then, a hand grabbed his shoulder. A sharp pain knocked him unconscious again. When he came to his senses again, he found two large hands holding his chest and a person behind him.

"Colonel, Colonel!"

Hearing the navigator's shout, Changsun Hongdi's consciousness slowly recovered.

"Colonel, we hit the aircraft carrier, look, we hit the aircraft carrier!"

Not far away, the fleet aircraft carrier, numbered CV-20, was burning, and two puffs of smoke were rising from the flight deck, and the flames were spreading. But the aircraft carrier did not stop, and was still sailing eastward, but the speed was much slower than it began. When Changsun Hong raised his head, the sky was still filled with the smoke of gunpowder produced by the explosion of anti-aircraft shells, the bombers were still diving and dropping bombs one after another, and the torpedo bombers were also flying rapidly on the sea.

In the distance, the other two aircraft carriers seemed to have been attacked, but Changsun Hong was now floating on the sea, far from being able to see as far as in the air, and he had no way of knowing whether the two aircraft carriers had also been attacked or whether they had also been damaged. He felt a sharp pain in his leg, it was a sharp pain caused by the wound being soaked in salt water, it must have been injured, except for the pain, he couldn't feel his two retreats, which made him very worried, can he fly again? If he loses his leg, he won't be able to fly.

A bomb dropped "waterfowl" hovered over Changsun Hong's head, this bomber had a red paint line on its vertical tail, this was a squadron leader's plane, the pilot must have confirmed the colonel's location, and then summoned a seaplane to rescue him. But the problem is that now that the Fifth Fleet is here, no seaplane dares to fly over to rescue the pilot who has fallen into the water.

The warships of the Fifth Fleet are sailing eastward, getting farther and farther away from Changbeihong, no battleships have stopped, no warships are heading towards them, the battle is still ongoing, and the American warships will not come to salvage the overboard pilot at this time. This made Changsun Hong see hope, maybe the US military would only think of escaping, and would not consider capturing a few ace pilots of the Tang Empire as prisoners! He didn't want to be a prisoner, he had long heard that the US military treated prisoners, especially those of the Tang Imperial Navy, very cruelly, and would even shoot them. Maybe it's better to die than to be a prisoner, and Nagabetsu doesn't want to endure the torture of the enemy.

"Colonel, Colonel, don't fall asleep, wake up, the rescue plane is coming, wake up!"

Nagabehiro smiled reluctantly, he wanted to speak, but he felt like something was blocking his throat. He felt the life force in his body being drained, he felt that his consciousness was becoming blurred, as if he had seen his first time on an airplane and flying into the sky under the guidance of an instructor. Every time, when he was about to fall asleep, the navigator who held him would shake him vigorously or splash the sea water on his face, waking him up and preventing him from entering the sweet dream, which was also the end of life.

A huge explosion sounded, Changsun Hong trembled slightly, and then saw a thick black smoke rising a few nautical miles to the east, it must have been an explosion on a certain battleship, is it an aircraft carrier? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Changsun Hong thought so, he knew that the bomb he dropped hit the US aircraft carrier, was that aircraft carrier sunk? He didn't know, he hoped it was so.

The loud roar woke Changsun Hong again, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, and a group of bombers were flying over his head in a neat formation, flying in the direction of the American fleet's escape. It should be the second group of bombers led by Colonel Zhang Zhiyun, the Fifth Fleet has already suffered a heavy blow, maybe Zhang Zhiyun will remove those aircraft carriers, or sink the other three aircraft carriers that have not yet been attacked. Although I came a little late, I finally came. Chang Beihong thought of the things that happened when Zhang Zhiyun came to the Fourth Task Force, Zhang Zhiyun is an introverted person, and often becomes the object of ridicule by everyone, which is not right, but Chang Beihong often takes the lead in teasing Zhang Zhiyun, which makes him feel a little regretful, if he has the opportunity, he should apologize to Zhang Zhiyun, but is there this opportunity?

"Colonel...... Captain...... Don't fall asleep, hold on, the rescue plane is coming to take us home, Colonel...... Colonel ......"

Changsun Hong felt that his soul had left his body, and he seemed to see two pilots floating on the sea, wrapped in yellow water, and he felt that he was moving away from this world, away from this battlefield......