Neither Wu Zurong nor Gorshkov have hidden their intentions, they both have full-fledged carrier-based radars, and any aircraft that enters a radius of one hundred and fifty kilometers will be detected, unless it is flying at an ultra-low altitude.

But this is the era of heights being advantageous.

No fighter pilot will rush to the enemy in this way.

The former has a 2,500-horsepower engine, a speed of more than 700 kilometers per hour, and a climb speed of nearly 10,000 meters in ten minutes, while the latter has 1,800 horsepower, but the weight is much lighter, the fastest is close to 700, and the climbing speed is more than 1,000 kilometers per minute.

"One, two squadrons against Rajiu, three squadrons against those Iltwo."

After seeing the enemy aircraft group, the commander of the Ming army, Hu Kai, simply arranged the task, and then swooped straight at a Lajiu in the distance, and soon the four twenty-millimeter cannons on the wings of the sea fury spewed flames, and the Lajiu on his opposite side turned sideways, avoiding the attack while the four cannons in the bow also fired, Hu Kai almost avoided the attack with the same action, and the two planes staggered in an instant, and almost turned over at the same time, launching a second round of attacks like an ancient knight.

At this time, the sky has become a battlefield of fighting.

Nearly 100 fighters, with glory and dreams, began to write their own glory with blood between the sea and the sky.

Amid the roar of engines and the whistling of shells, the Sea Rage and the Rajiu, two fighters that also had a low reputation because they missed the war, turned into birds of prey in the air, chasing and shooting each other in the endless sky. The tracer of the shells crisscrossed and criss-crossed. From time to time, the flames of the explosion rose. The plane was dragged with billowing smoke, and the parachuting pilot opened his umbrella flowers...

It was a close battle.

The Soviet pilots are experienced, they are all the elite tempered by the war, but the Ming army pilots are not the first brothers, these Prussians carefully taught, and trained on the British aircraft carrier for half a year, and even had many air confrontations with the American pilots are no worse than them.

And they also have a numerical advantage.

"What do they want to do?"

Pokryshkin, who was fighting with the same Sea Fury, looked into the distance in amazement. A squadron of Ming fighters who were rushing towards Il-2 suddenly pulled up, leaving Il-2, who was about to enter the firing range, and rushed straight to the nearest Il-9.

It is clear that they abandoned the interception of Il-II.

But in the midst of this distraction, a 20-millimeter shell from the opposite side hit the tip of his right wing, and with the light of the explosion, a piece of Pokryshkin's pull-nine wing was instantly missing, and the superace pulled the joystick in frustration and urgently turned to the right. At the same time. His wingman swooped down as fast as he could on the opposite side of the Sea Fury, and Pokryshkin struggled to maneuver his plane. Quickly detached from the battlefield and flew towards the Moskva, the wingman behind him was quickly shot and fired into the sea during the siege of the two Sea Fury.

At the same time, Hu Kai was also confused, and the order to let go of the second group of Yier and concentrate on fighting fighters was personally given by Wu Zurong.

But why, are these dive bombers allowed to attack the mothership?

He was dazed for a moment, quickly put aside the doubts in his heart, bit the opponent in front of him, and pressed the fire button.

He didn't know, and Wu Zurong himself didn't understand why, because this order was directly given by Yang Feng.

The twenty-four Il-2, which had not been attacked, under the command of the commander Lieutenant Colonel Rukoy, did not hesitate to kill the Kunlun aircraft carrier formation with a surprise, and soon on the sea below them, four white tracks appeared, and then the four warships in navigation gradually became clear.

"Target, Kunlun aircraft carrier, attack, for Stalin!"

The guy shouted feverishly.

At this time, on the three battleships escorting the escort, all the main guns spewed flames at the same time, and a cloud of black smoke wrapped in countless steel fragments exploded in front of the group in an instant, and the two Il-2, which were flying at high speed, suddenly collided with a cloud of black smoke each, and then disintegrated under the impact of the explosion and shrenel, and fell into the sea together with the four crew members who did not have time to parachute.

But this did not stop the attacking Il-2 in the slightest, and the pilots, who had long been accustomed to seeing death, did not even glance at the wreckage of their comrades who had fallen, and continued to close the distance between them and the fleet as fast as they could.

The shells continued to explode, and soon two more Il-2s were shot down, but by this time they were already close to the skies above the fleet.

The medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns fired, and the tracer of shells quickly shot out from the three battleships, still close bombs, but this kind of thing that once made Andreyevich sink in the sand had little effect here.

Because Il-2 is protected by nickel steel plates.

Unless it is a direct hit, it is difficult for small and medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns to inflict fatal damage on it.

"Dive, dive!"

Lieutenant Colonel Rukoy roared excitedly.

With a whistling sound, his Il-2 aimed at the most eye-catching Kunlun in the middle of the fleet from a height of 3,000 meters, and began the most classic dive, and at the same time, the Il-2 on both sides of him were also preparing to perform the same action.

They didn't see that on the three escort ships, each of the two semicircular small turrets turned slightly at great speed, and then the barrel-like thing in front of them was slightly raised, and suddenly flames erupted.

"Nikolai, aim for..."

Rukoy was excitedly shouting something to his comrades next to him! Suddenly, a rapid whistling sound swept by, and the Il-2 next to it was instantly shattered to pieces.

"Nikolai!"

Rukoy screamed in grief, but then was dumbfounded, because at the same time, five other Il-2s were also disintegrating in the explosion, and he noticed the strange little turrets below.

"What the hell?"

Rukoy's eyes almost popped out as the latter was spewing flames for the second time, and then in an instant six more Il-II, who had already begun to dive, were reduced to smithereens.

"Pull up, pull up, avoid them!"

Rukoy roared desperately as he pulled the lever sharply, trying to get out of the attack, but at that moment, the small turret closest to him erupted flames for the third time, and then he felt the fuselage shake violently, and a ball of flame exploded from under his feet...

In the fleet below, from Wu Zurong to ordinary soldiers, they were all stupid.

They even forgot to fire with other anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns, and all looked at the six small turrets in amazement, even the sailors on the deck of the Kunlun.

In their incredulous gaze, the six small turrets, the fourth time to shoot out flames, as the bottom of the turret like a gushing out of countless shells, under the radar, infrared, television and other detection means of automatic control, at a rate of thousands of rounds per minute of 30 mm shells, in an instant and without suspense all hit the target.

But they only shot down two Il-II.

Because there were only these two in the sky, the dive bomber unit on the aircraft carrier Moskva was completely wiped out in less than a minute, four were destroyed by large-caliber naval guns near bombs, and the remaining twenty were all shot down by six AK630 close defense guns in forty-five seconds.

"What the hell is this?"

After the battle fell silent for half a minute, Wang Song said in shock.

Even the F22 did not dare to provoke the majesty of the close-in defense artillery within three kilometers without any electromagnetic suppression, not to mention the Il-2, which had a dive speed of less than 500 and was more than ten times larger than the anti-ship missile, Yang Feng dared to let the aircraft carrier that he had been waiting for three years run out as a decoy, because he knew very well that before the appearance of the anti-ship missile that skimmed the sea, no aircraft could break the firepower network of the close-in defense artillery.

But Gorshkov did not know all this, he only knew that his dive bomber formation had lost contact in an instant, and no matter how much the radio called, there was no response, as for what it meant that this situation was happening.

He has also been on the battlefield for a long time, needless to say, one of the rare famous generals of the Soviet Navy, he took off his hat and scratched his head very melancholy, he really didn't understand what magic that Yang Feng had, why did such strange things always happen every time he fought with him?

Yumashev led the elite of the Pacific Fleet, and it can be said that everyone was sure that the island of Ambuna would be captured, and as a result, the entire army was destroyed, and even he himself committed suicide.

The submarine force set up an ambush, and it was also possible to avenge it with one arrow, but as a result, the entire army was annihilated.

Andreyevich raided the Imphal airfield, and in the first half even Gorshkov thought he was playing beautifully, but as a result, he was again broken and sunk in the sand, and even he himself became a prisoner.

This time again, what kind of magic does that bastard have? Or what the Chinese call demon law? At this moment, Gorshkov really wanted to ask him well.

"What is the situation with the fighter unit?"

He asked the chief of staff of the fleet beside him with a gloomy face.

"Four enemy aircraft have been shot down, our army has lost six, Pokryshkin has just been found, his plane was wounded and crashed into the sea on the way back."

The chief of staff said cautiously.

"Order the fighter forces, continue to entangle the enemy, the fleet is moving at full speed, with artillery without planes, we must send them to the bottom of the sea!"

Gorshkov ordered.

At this time, Wu Zurong was also giving the same order, on the cruiser Hongwu and the destroyer Zhang Huangyan and Qu Shiyun, the soldiers were busy dismantling the large iron boxes in the middle of the hull that looked unsightly, these were the same as the close defense guns, they were all temporarily installed for this mission, except for a beautiful bodyguard of the head of state on each battleship, no one was allowed to touch these things.

Because just after the outer iron sheet was removed and thrown directly into the sea, what was exposed inside was...

Styx. (To be continued......)

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