The sky is blue, the ocean is also blue, and the land in the distance is gray, like an abstract oil painting, which combines several contrasting colors.

"Guys! The Arabian Peninsula lies ahead! Look! That's the Muscat coast! Fly for a few minutes and we'll be in the skies of the Arabian Peninsula! ”

The excited shouts of the pilot pilots sounded in the headphones of the flight cap, and when they heard these shouts, Zhao Qiwen, like the other pilots, smiled knowingly, and at the same time raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the gray and yellow land in front of him, which still looked a little blurry.

"Is that the hometown of Alibaba?"

A pilot asked curiously on the intercom, apparently he had also watched "Arabian Nights".

"Yes, Ali Baba should be the legend of the Arab tribes." There was a pilot who answered.

"It's also probably a Persian legend, and it's all about the Middle East anyway." Another pilot corrected it on the public channel.

"Arabian Nights seems to be an Arabian legend, right? Why did it get to Persia again? The pilot who was "corrected" retorted.

"No matter what country it is said and story, as long as the British soldiers in Muscat do not have a flying carpet, the sky of Muscat is ours!"

One of the pilots shouted in the public channel, causing a chord.

"No more nonsense! Watch the sky! The British plane may be waiting for us in some airspace! ”

Zhao Qiwen ended the controversy in due time as the squadron leader and gave the order, and the pilots put on their goggles and began to climb to the heights, and their oxygen masks were also put on.

After wearing the goggles, Zhao Qiwen glanced at the reading of the fuel gauge on the dashboard, the auxiliary fuel tank was completely empty, and the oil in the main fuel tank was not much left.

"Lich One, Lich One, I'm the pilot, I'm the pilot. Contact has been made with the field airfield and permission to land. ”

The call of the pilot came from the headset of the flight cap, Zhao Qiwen gathered his mind, looked through the front windshield, the sky was very clean, and then looked down from the side of the cockpit, the blue ocean had disappeared, and now the plane had flown over the land, and the ground was the Hajar Mountains in the northeast of Muscat, the altitude was not high, and the scenery was not very good, after all, this is a semi-arid climate, although it is indeed next to the ocean.

Vehicles and personnel of the Chinese army units could be seen on the coast, and apparently the fighting on the ground was going on, and the Chinese artillery was bombarding the British positions with long-range howitzers, and the landing battle was really fierce.

"Lich, lich! I am the Hajar base, I am the Hajar base! Attention, my base is being bombed by British planes, and my base is being bombed by British planes! ”

"Lich receive! Lich received! Let's go right away! Let's go right away! ”

Zhao Qiwen received the radio signal from the field airfield, and immediately issued a combat order to the team members, and at the same time, he was also a little strange, he did not know why the fighter planes of the naval aviation did not appear over the field airfield, and it is said that before the army aviation rushed to Muscat, the air defense task there was undertaken by the naval aviation on the aircraft carrier.

"All of them! Ditch the drop tank! Get ready for battle! ”

Hearing the squadron leader's order, all the pilots of the "Lich Squadron" were in high spirits, and after throwing away the auxiliary fuel tanks mounted under the wings, they further increased the flight speed of the fighters, and the piston engines of the planes let out a dull roar, and the "Falcon B" fighters painted in desert camouflage were like hungry eagles, quickly pounced on the battlefield.

A minute later, Zhao Qiwen saw his first target, judging from the distance, it should be a British Air Force medium aircraft, perhaps a light bomber, but also a heavy fighter.

The other party obviously also found the oncoming uninvited guests, and very wisely dispersed in a hurry, retreating to the west, Zhao Qiwen did not intend to "chase after the poor", under his leadership, fifty-four "Falcon B" fighters chased after him, and an aerial hunting battle began.

After chasing for a few more minutes, Zhao Qiwen finally confirmed that they were chasing a group of British Air Force "Mosquito" fighter-bombers, this kind of aircraft can be called a masterpiece of engineering, its fuselage is completely made of wood, but unlike the old aircraft, this kind of aircraft is a monoplane, the structure is strong, the flight speed is also fast, and because of the two powerful engines, the carrying capacity of this "mosquito" aircraft is far more than that of a single-engine aircraft, which allows it to install more machine guns, and at the same time can also hang a ton of aerial bombs, so to speak, "mosquito" It is an all-rounder in the air, capable of both acting as a light bomber and engaging in air combat with enemy heavy fighters.

However, the "Falcon B" is a single-engine light fighter, its action is more flexible, faster, although it is not competent for bombing missions, but it is a very ideal interceptor, it is very easy to deal with the "Mosquito" such a twin-engine aircraft, and this is the main reason why the British pilots turned around and fled, they know very well that the "Mosquito" is impossible to defeat the "Falcon B" in the air, this is the British Air Force in Burma and Malaya in exchange for blood for a lesson.

Finally, Zhao Qiwen caught up with his first prey, and it didn't take much effort at all, he drove up from behind, and then dived down from top to bottom, and with a long point shot, it blew up the "mosquito" type left engine, and the British plane just dragged the black smoke to the arid land on the ground.

The second "Mosquito" type took a little effort, the pilot of this British plane was obviously not a novice, and he rolled a few times in the sky and dodged Zhao Qiwen's first attack, but after all, the difference in the performance of the aircraft was there, no matter how to dodge, in the end it was technology that prevailed over experience, this "Mosquito" type still dragged black smoke and rolled to the ground, pilots and navigators parachuted, and finally did not fall into pieces with the plane, but after landing, they could not escape back to the British occupation zone, After all, Muscat has now become a battlefield, and the Chinese Navy's task force has already carried out a landing operation not far east of Muscat City yesterday afternoon, and has established a solid landing field, and the Hajar field airfield is a field airfield near the landing field, just off the coast.

Soon, the Chinese fighter pilots shot down nine "Mosquito" fighter-bombers, and their own side did not lose a single one, and they could have expanded the results of the battle, but there was not much fuel left in the fuel tank, so Zhao Qiwen had no choice but to order to return and land at the Hajar base.

When he returned to the Hajar base, Zhao Qiwen carefully observed the airport and found that the runway had been seriously damaged in the bombing just now, and the sappers and ground crews on the ground were frantically using bulldozers to fill up those huge craters and detonate those aerial bombs that did not explode with explosives.

The plane's fuel has been almost consumed, Zhao Qiwen can no longer continue to stay in the air, he can only forcibly land on the flat ground of the airport, fortunately, the distance between the main landing gear of the "Falcon B" fighter is wide, even on the ground in bad conditions can land safely, five minutes later, when Zhao Qiwen's fighter finally jumped to a stop, the pointer of the fuel gauge on the dashboard is almost to the zero scale.

However, not all the pilots of the "Lich Squadron" had such good luck, the two fighters ran out of fuel on the way back, and the pilots could not make a forced landing in the desert and could only choose to parachute, and although the two fighters returned to the field airfield, they fell into the crater that they did not have time to fill when they landed, and the pilots were slightly injured, so that Zhao Qiwen's "Lich Squadron" only had 50 fighters left to use.

While the ground crew dragged the disorganized fighters to the camouflage net, Zhao Qiwen commanded the team members to carry the two pilots who were injured during the landing to the airport aviation control tower, and then searched for cars all over the world to prepare to send the wounded to the field hospital.

Looking around, only to find a British sedan, still with an English license plate, presumably captured in the battle, Zhao Qiwen finally borrowed the car from the airport, and then personally drove the two lightly wounded to the field hospital.

At this time, the battle on the front line was still continuing, along the way, from time to time there were cold artillery near the road, and the road was also full of craters, the British-made car twisted around on the potholed road, and finally rushed to the field hospital, Zhao Qiwen stopped the car and beckoned the medical staff to get the wounded to be bandaged, while he himself stood by the car and lit a cigarette against the car door.

Zhao Qiwen looked up and saw that a group of medium-sized bombers were flying from the northeast, looking like "Heron" bombers equipped by the Chinese Air Force.

Zhao Qiwen was a little worried, with the situation at the Hajar base, these medium bombers might not be able to land safely, but he also knew that he was worrying about it, so he just thought about it, and it wasn't until the two wounded were bandaged that he pulled the two to the field airfield.

Back at the airport, those bombers have landed, a total of eighteen "herons", just a squad, but the captain is not an ordinary person, but the air force lieutenant general Meng Fei, speaking of which, with his qualifications, he can sit in the office and point to the map, but this person is like flying like life, so this time the air force big transfer, he personally commanded the first batch of bombers to rush to Muscat.

Meng Fei knew Zhao Qiwen's identity, so when he learned that Zhao Qiwen was at the base, he ordered the adjutant to call Zhao Qiwen over, but when the adjutant finally found Zhao Qiwen and brought him to the staff office, Meng Fei had already led the bomber formation to take off, this was an urgent mission, it is said that they were going to bomb a British fleet, which was rushed from the direction of the Gulf of Aden, and now, the aircraft carrier task force responsible for covering the landing of the Chinese Army in Muscat has also changed course, it seems, This time it was a joint assault of the Navy and Air Force, and at this time, Zhao Qiwen also understood why the naval aviation did not carry out air defense missions at the airport, and they obviously preferred to attack British aircraft carriers.