Major General Nakatoshi Kosu did not disappoint Masatoshi Matsunaga, whose forces had infiltrated the Kyushu garrison to a greater extent than Matsunaga had expected, and a staff officer sent detailed information about the attack on the front line by the Chinese Air Force. After returning to the air force headquarters, the order for 50 fighters to take off to meet the enemy was conveyed to the airfield, and the fanatical Japanese air force shouted the slogan of "victory" after drinking Zhuangxing wine, and got into the open cockpit, wearing heavy cotton clothes, a precious scarf, deerskin gloves, and a deerskin hat on his head. Gestures became the pilot's primary means of communicating with the commander on the ground, and the only way to communicate with other pilots.

"It seems that the Japanese are not ready to send their fighters, the second and third squads will join the ground attack, and the first squad will be on alert!" After observing the situation, the squadron leader gave an order over the radio that he had to take care of the pilots' emotions, and with great expectations, he had to face the cruel reality, and if he returned with a full load of ammunition, he would be even more disappointed.

Just as the 2nd and 3rd Squads were about to lower their altitude and tilt their machine-gun ammunition at the Japanese soldiers on the ground, the three pilots of the 1st Squad spotted a vague figure in the distance at low altitude almost simultaneously, and the radio suddenly became noisy, and the squadron leader had to order the channel to be kept clean and let one of them speak.

"At four o'clock, a suspected Japanese fighter was found!" The pilot reported in a high-pitched voice, and the loud volume made the squadron leader feel like his eardrums were going to burst.

"It is indeed a Japanese fighter plane, the number is about 50, the second and third squads stop the ground attack, let the Japanese taste the bullets!"

Sufficient fuel was fed into the engine, and soon, the 25 fighters of the 15th Squadron arrived at the attack position, and the slow Japanese fighters seemed to have spotted the enemy above, and the formation became scattered - they were taught how to deal with enemy fighters diving from a high altitude in training, but because of the lack of flight time and the lack of fighter performance, they could not complete the first turn and dodge.

"Buzz!" The Mustang fighter in the dive trembled slightly, and seemed to be able to feel the excitement and excitement of the pilot in the cockpit, and the shark mouth painted on the nose was full of sharp teeth, and it was fierce and unstoppable.

The tactics adopted by the Chinese fighter pilots are very simple, and they are also their main training program, occupy a favorable altitude, then dive to attack, pull up and find the target to dive again. The advantage of the fighter's performance makes this tactic impossible for the enemy to crack, and even if it goes to a low altitude, it will be shot down due to the Mustang's superior maneuverability.

A slow-flying Japanese biplane was gradually inserted into the center of the sight, the pilot of the O9 pulled the trigger, and the four aviation machine guns spilled a large number of bullets, but did not accurately hit the enemy. Because of the agitation, the fire was fired at a distance too far, and the bullet formed a slight arc and passed next to the enemy fighter.

The O9 pilot yelled and pulled up to find a new angle of attack, and the sound of the wingman O8 who was covering the attack was heard over the radio, much to the annoyance of the O9 pilot. In fact, the 15th Squadron of the first wave of dive attacks achieved only three pitiful results, all of which were achieved by experienced and psychologically stable veteran pilots, and the long-awaited air battle of the young pilots had a less than satisfactory start.

"Remember the training, get into the attack range and fire, brothers, let's do it again!" The squadron leader's calm voice came, quieting the somewhat restless pilots. The tactical moves they had learned during training came back to their minds, and these rookies seemed to turn into old and serious air hunters in an instant, and the attack began again.

This time, the O9 fighter pilots lived up to their expectations, and although the Japanese fighters were gradually recovering from the panic at this time, they were helpless against the high-altitude Mustang fighters and could only flee to low altitudes. After taking a lot of effort to trap a panicked Japanese fighter plane, he pulled the trigger at a distance of more than 200 meters, and the large-caliber machine gun bullets drew arcs in the air, finally hooking the fighter and blasting it in the air.

They were fortunate to encounter such a low-end enemy on the battlefield for the first time, and they did not have to be challenged by similar opponents to become mature at the cost of their lives. In all battles, the casualty rate of recruits is the highest, and the process of turning recruits into veterans is the most painful process that an army goes through, and the more recruits are converted into veterans, the more effective the army becomes, regardless of the branch.

The Japanese army's 50 Taisho two-year fighters became fifteen in less than 15 minutes, and the rest became the actual combat targets of the Chinese army's training recruits, and it felt terrible that they could only run away and not fight back, this kind of fighter was not equipped with a shooting coordinator, and the installed machine gun was less powerful and had a small firing angle, and just saw a Chinese Mustang fighter, and the angle of the machine gun had not yet been adjusted, and the enemy plane disappeared from view like a meteor, and then appeared behind the side, and used machine gun bullets to extinguish its ambition to challenge the Chinese fighters.

The backward fighters of the Japanese army made the air battlefield one-sided again, and the more and more skilled Chinese fighter pilots did not even give the Japanese fighters more opportunities to fire, and the continuous shooting that held the trigger and did not let go also became a short-point shot after closing the distance, and the feeling during training gradually returned to the body, and the rookie pilot also had the posture of an ace pilot.

When the Japanese fighters lost their numerical superiority, the wingmen in charge of cover also had more opportunities to attack, and it seemed that there was no hope, or the planes were running low on fuel, and the Japanese fighters began to circle and flee, which made the ensuing battle much easier. It only takes one acceleration for the Mustang fighter to appear behind the Japanese fighter and then send machine-gun bullets into the clumsy biplane, smashing the wooden plane to pieces. The most important thing is that the valuable pilots could not survive the air battle, they were either killed on the spot by large-caliber machine gun bullets, or they were left dead as the fighters crashed to the ground, and when there was no ability to parachute to escape, the Japanese air force pilots and planes were hit and died. Perhaps the loss of Japanese fighters could be compensated, but the loss of pilots was by no means recoverable in a moment and a half, and this was an even more unacceptable loss for the Japanese air force.

The first air battle ended twenty minutes later, and none of the 50 Japanese fighters survived, all of them turned into fireballs and fell to the ground. All the fighters of the 15th Squadron have achieved success, including the O4 fighter has achieved 6 results, becoming the first ace pilot of the Chinese Air Force.

The volley of the 15th Squadron did not allow the Japanese fighters to interfere with the bombing of the dreadnought dive bombers, and several leaky artillery positions and a large number of soldiers' gathering places, barracks, command centers and other important targets were attacked, effectively curbing the frantic attack of the Japanese troops in front of Zhao Xin's infantry regiment.

This air force dispatch is also a test of the Japanese army air force, testing their sortie capability, testing the performance of the Japanese fighters, and assessing the strength of both sides, so as to lay a good foundation for the next stage of the air force attack.

The results of the assessment, which soon appeared in the hands of the Air Force commander, showed that the Japanese army's existing fighters could not pose a threat to the Mustang fighters, and that previous training on biplane fighters had been effective.

Since this is the case, there is no reason not to attack again, tactical reconnaissance aircraft and long-range strategic reconnaissance aircraft are released, and the commander will draw up an attack plan on the basis of the intelligence obtained by the reconnaissance aircraft.

A high-altitude reconnaissance plane "Blackbird" converted from a B17 four-engine long-range bomber is flying at an altitude of 8,000 meters on Kyushu Island, and this altitude is not the maximum ceiling of the B17 high-altitude reconnaissance plane, but it is an altitude beyond the reach of Japanese fighters, and here, except for freezing and cold, nothing can threaten the safety of the crew of the reconnaissance plane.

"Find a Japanese barracks, take pictures, and record the location of the target!" After several hours of flight, the reconnaissance plane finally arrived over the target and left the Jeju Island military airport, the fatigue caused by the long flight made the crew look languishing, but fortunately they could have a two-day vacation after the mission was completed, and the crew was immediately full of fighting spirit when they thought of those gentle North Korean women near the Jeju Island military airport.

The observer, who received the captain's order, immediately got up from the toilet bowl and climbed in front of the high-altitude camera to operate it, without even having time to lift his pants. If before takeoff, this observer is a handsome guy admired by North Korean women, and he can survive with his face alone. However, after spending a long time in the small space of the plane, smoky by the smell of engine fumes, sweat and toilet stench, he couldn't find any bright spots on his face related to handsomeness.

"Photo done!" The observer shouted loudly that even with a radio intercom, it was difficult to communicate well with the loud roar of the engine. The high-altitude camera in front of him brightened his mood a little, because he liked the feeling of looking down on the earth from above through the aerial camera, and the rivers, mountains, fields and forests were spectacular pictures, much more pleasing to the eye than the monotonous sea. (To be continued.) )