In the Maldives, a British protectorate, on a scenic resort beach, Deputy Secretary of State Acheson and Tianzhu negotiator Singh are sitting on the beach in the early morning enjoying the sunrise, drinking pure black tea brought by the Assam representative, and chatting about the current international situation.

Because the negotiations dragged on for so long, everyone had moved the battlefield of verbal sparring to a hotel here, and the diplomats, even if they stabbed each other, had to maintain their demeanor, and it was simply unseemly to huddle in the cramped cabin with those rough sailors.

This place is in line with their identity.

Recently, because of the breakthrough in the negotiations, Acheson's mood is also very good, and it is said that even the Nobel Peace Prize has been nominated for him, so it is also particularly pleasing to the eye to see Singer, the representative of Tianzhu.

But just as they were chatting happily, Liang Cheng, the negotiator of the Ming Empire, hurriedly walked over.

"Liang, do you want to come over for tea?"

Acheson greeted him with a smile, he had a good impression of this young man, of course, mainly because he had a good impression of His Excellency the Führer behind this young man, his political position, as the most staunch anti-Soviet element of the US government, Yang Feng has always been the most worthy ally in his eyes.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong, Liang Cheng, who had always been gentle and elegant, turned pale at this time, and his eyes were full of disdain and anger when he looked at Singh.

"Liang, what's wrong?"

Acheson asked hurriedly.

Liang Cheng still did not answer him, but walked up to Singh, lowered his head and almost gritted his teeth, slammed a telegram on the table, and said: "Your Excellency and the government you represent are the most despicable and shameless, and I have seen them for the first time in my life. ”

Singh lightly picked up the teacup.

In Acheson's surprised gaze, Liang Cheng turned to him and said, "Mr. Acheson." Thank you very much for your efforts to make peace between us. But it's a pity. We have decided to withdraw from the negotiations because just ten minutes ago, the Tianzhu Air Force attacked our air base in Imphal, and the fighting continues. ”

"What?"

Acheson stood up suddenly, and then turned his gaze to Singer, who was drinking tea casually, even if he had been in the political arena all his life, his face was already outrageously thick, but at this moment, his face instantly turned blood-red. It's like being slapped twice.

This is really a blatant slap in the face, that is to say, Tianzhu people have been playing with him as a monkey from beginning to end, but why is this, where did they come from so boldly?

Fortunately, Liang Cheng gave him the answer immediately afterward,

"The main force of their sneak attack is 120 Soviet-made La-9 fighters and 40 Il-4 bombers."

Liang Cheng added with a sneer.

"Your Excellency, I would like to inform you that my country has likewise decided to withdraw from this peace talks, because of the crimes committed by the Ming army against our fellow citizens, and we have no choice but war. As for Mr. Liang, perhaps it is time for us to officially declare war on your country. ”

In Acheson's gaze with a chill. Singh put down the teacup lightly, stood up proudly and said, and then walked away with the majesty of a great country, at this moment he was not alone, and behind him stood a rising world-class power.

"Mr. Singh, I have to tell you with great regret that your sneak attack seems to have failed."

Liang Cheng stood beside Acheson and said to Singh with a sneer.

Yes, the Soviet-Indian surprise attack had failed, because just as the Il-4 broke through the anti-aircraft artillery interception, four Mustang had already taken off from the runway, including the furious Gunter. Ral, the commander of the Ming Air Force cluster in Assam, was in the fighter brigade with his apprentices to replace the newly arrived detonator bombs, and when the battle alarm sounded, he saw the Soviet fighter overhead, he immediately rushed to the nearest mustang, and was the first to rush into the sky with full anger.

This super ace, who has a record of 275 shot down, 271 of which were shot down on the Eastern Front, is almost instinctively intolerant of the La-9, which is similar in appearance to the La-7.

The rise of him and the other three Mustang immediately disrupted the attack rhythm of the Il-4 group, and the bombers who had not had time to drop bombs hurriedly pulled upwards, while the fighter group that had been hiding high in the air quickly dived down and prepared to meet them. But the anti-aircraft artillery group on the ground will not give them a chance to protect the double three-seven-millimeter anti-aircraft guns raised by the wild horses, frantically pouring shells into the sky, and the dense explosions firmly block the enemy planes from attacking the wild horses with the help of altitude advantage with the rain of steel fire.

Even anti-aircraft machine guns on the ground joined the battle.

Those machine gunners standing behind Vulcan machine guns, like future soldiers in science fiction movies, manipulated hundreds of six-barreled 12.7mm electric gatlings, creating a death zone in the airspace below 1,000 meters.

Under the cover of ground fire, the four Mustangs were in the center of the defensive line, constantly climbing upwards, and behind them, more and more Mustangs began to rise up on the runway, and soon the first to reach the attack distance the Mustangs were the first to spew flames diagonally upward.

This is Günt. Ral's Mustang Horse.

And what he fired was a deflagration bomb that had just been replaced.

This latest bullet, which is equipped with incendiary agent and fierce ZHA charge inside, relies on the impact force generated when passing through the target, squeezes the internal incendiary agent, and detonates the ZHA charge at the same time, producing a large number of fragments and incendiary detonation effects, causing double damage to the inside of the target, which was originally mainly used to deal with modern light armored vehicles, most of them are used for large-caliber sniper rifles, of course, the cost is also quite expensive, and a bullet is about to catch up with the price of small-caliber shells.

At this time, this expensive bullet is becoming the scythe of death for the slaughter of the Il-4 bomber.

Distance from Gunter. Lal's most recent Il-4 was the first to be shot, because the aluminum alloy skin of the shell could not provide enough detonation pressure, and these bullets easily penetrated the aluminum alloy of the shell and then hit the internal structure, before they exploded one after another under the force of impact. Their explosion was not powerful, but it was enough for the complex parts inside a sophisticated combat aircraft, and the flames and shrunnel of the explosion instantly stirred the circuits and oil circuits inside the Il-4 into a pile of scrap metal, and soon the two generators stopped working at the same time.

Andreyevich, who was commanding from above, could even hear the frightened shouts of the crew on the radio.

But then the shouting died down.

Because a few bullets hit the fuel tank, the ignited gasoline directly tore the bomber to pieces, I didn't expect this bullet to be so effective, and it was like a habit, constantly approaching Gunter, who continued to fire. Ral, who was almost hit by the debris of the explosion.

At the same time as he opened fire, the other three Mustang that entered the attack distance one after another also bit a bomber, and the large-caliber machine gun sprayed dense bullets, and in a very short time, these guys who originally needed aerial guns to effectively deal with them were beaten into a bright ball of fire.

Andreevich was stunned by this scene, he knew that this air raid had completely failed, and his fighter group could not break through the interception of anti-aircraft artillery, so he could only watch those Mustang on the ground take off one after another, and then easily kill their bombers, the only way was ...

"Retreat, the bombers drop all the bombs and retreat immediately!"

Without hesitation, he shouted into the radio.

In this extremely short period of time, he lost three more bombers in succession, while the number of Mustang that took off increased to eight.

The frightened Il-4 threw all the bombs on the ground as fast as they could, and then climbed high into the air with all their might, while the fighters in the air desperately moved forward in the cracks of the anti-aircraft artillery fire, blocking the pursuing Mustang for them.

Fortunately, after all, there was still a numerical advantage, and under the desperate cover of more than a hundred fighters, thirty Il-4s still escaped from the fire circle of the anti-aircraft guns, and then fled southward, while Andreyevich and the remaining about 110 fighters slightly delayed a step and stayed behind to cover them. So far, only these are the 150 fighters that have attacked, and there are more than a dozen seriously injured, and they have long left the battlefield and don't know where to go at this time, but they will definitely not be able to fly back to Calcutta.

Andreyevich led his huge group of fighters around beyond the range of anti-aircraft artillery fire, and he was looking forward to the Ming pilots coming out and engaging him in an aerial duel, and as long as he didn't have those damn anti-aircraft guns and close bombs, he was confident that he would be able to add a few marks to his shot down record that would represent the Mustang, thus saving some face for his fiasco.

But the opponent is cunning, and all the mustangs are hovering over the airport, staring at the storm on the periphery and confronting Rajiu.

There is only one brigade of Mustang in the Günt. Lal will not be stupid enough to leave the protective circle of anti-aircraft artillery fire and challenge at least four brigades of enemy aircraft, not to mention the four brigades of Storm and Lajiu, he will be surrounded and beaten.

The No. 3 ace pilot of the Soviet Air Force and the No. 3 ace pilot of the Prussian Air Force, like two generals on the ancient battlefield, with their respective knights, quietly looked at each other from a distance of about ten kilometers.

But only a few minutes later, seeing that the other party did not take the bait, Andreyevich could only regretfully order a retreat, and it would not be enough to take his fuel, because he had to make a detour, and here was almost the limit of the combat radius of Lajiu, and he had no time to waste it, with his order, the Soviet-Indian pilots with regret and defeat were frustrated, one by one, controlling their fighters, turning around and preparing to follow the original route to catch up with the bomber group that had gone away.

But that's when their opponents struck. (To be continued......)

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