The first to enter the attack range were the Storm and Lajiu, which accelerated to the fastest, and these fighters, which could reach speeds close to seven hundred per hour, swooped down with the roar of death like vultures that pounced on their prey, and the heavy bombs under the belly were their sharpest minions.

In the cockpit on the back of the fighter planes, those enthusiastic Soviet and Tianzhu pilots have seen the chaos at Imphal Airport, full of panicked soldiers, full of planes hurriedly starting their propellers, the mournful air defense sirens are like their wails, the shouts of the loudspeakers urging the pilots to board the plane are like their helpless screams, the wild horses are crowded and sliding slowly, the Lincoln bombers are like lambs to be slaughtered, this is a delicious meal, for the predators in the air, this is the turkey of Thanksgiving.

"Brave and fearless soldiers of the Hong Army, use your thunderous blows to make these Imperial Righteous people tremble in hell!"

After hastily assigning the tasks of the squadrons, Andreevich blew the battle horn in the most customary way.

And then...

He suddenly pulled up his plane and rushed straight into the air at an altitude of five thousand meters.

He was a commander and would not personally participate in the battle, and Comrade Stalin's No. 3 ace of the Soviet Air Force was not allowed to participate in such a dangerous ground attack.

But at the moment when he raised his head, on an air defense position on the ground, six single-barreled anti-aircraft guns spewed flames and six tracer bullets almost simultaneously. Lightning converged on him. It was like six thousands of meters long riding spears stabbing at the nose of the plane.

Andreyevich was scared out of a cold sweat. Almost instinctively, he pulled the joystick, and pulled the nine with excellent acceleration, avoiding the intersection of the shells for a moment, but before Andreevich could catch his breath, a series of rapid explosions rang out around him, and only a fiery red was left in his sight, and at the same time, as if he was being strafed by a small-caliber machine gun at a low altitude, there was a dense hitting sensation from his feet.

Fortunately, at this time. With the violent turbulence of the air wave, his plane finally rushed out of the smoke, and Andreevich hurriedly looked left and right at him, and cold sweat broke out on his head again.

He was shot.

Seven or eight bullet holes were pierced on the wings of his pull-nine pairs, and this was only visible, and there were probably more places that could not be seen.

Proximity fuse bombs.

Fortunately, these bullet holes are not large, which is similar to the bullets shot by the 7.62mm machine gun, which can only be regarded as minor injuries, and will not affect the combat effectiveness. After all, this is a proximity fuse, and the fragmentation attack effect of the explosion is not at the same level as the direct hit of the trigger fuse.

All right. Yang Feng's shells are indeed relatively lethal, and this kind of shells are actually used on warships without close-in rapid-fire guns, which are used to talk about self-defense, that is, relying on radio proximity and prefabricated fragments, and using the shrapnel after explosion to form a barrage interception effect that cannot be achieved because of the rate of fire, in order to destroy the anti-ship missiles.

It may be possible to destroy an anti-ship missile weighing several hundred kilograms, but against a fighter-bomber weighing several or even tens of tons and a large size, it is certainly impossible to kill it with a single blow like triggering a fuse, unless it is an explosion at a very close range.

But it's fatal if there are too many of these things, one bullet hole doesn't matter, ten bullet holes are okay, but what if there are 100 bullet holes?

This is where Andreyevich was scared out of a cold sweat.

"Damn, I got shot!"

"Oh my God, I can't see anything, there's a steel rain over my head."

"Ah, my fuel is leaking."

……

Countless noisy shouts rang out over his radio, and along with these shouts were dense explosions that kept on and on.

The heroic pilots of the Soviet and Indian armies are suffering a murderous killing.

At the same time as they launched the attack, the five or seven-millimeter antiaircraft artillery group on the ground that was the first to react opened fire, and these antiaircraft guns, which were automatically controlled by radar, had a firepower unit for every six, and frantically poured shells at the Soviet-Indian aircraft group at a speed of nearly 100 rounds per minute for each gun.

Although the latter had been prepared and quickly made evasive actions, no one expected that it would be a proximity fuse, and then countless shells exploded next to those storms and Rajiu, and the smoke and flames almost drowned out the entire group. Like a sprang bomb, countless prefabricated fragments formed a rain of steel, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a quarter of the planes were shot, although most of them were slightly injured, but it disrupted the offensive rhythm of the entire group, and the frightened pilots were busy pulling up one by one, subconsciously dodging the ground firepower that looked extremely terrifying.

It might be better if it was the Il-2 or something, the bulletproof steel plate would maximize the protection, but on these fighters that lacked armor protection, those pilots were indeed scared and cautious.

It was so ferocious, so violent, that in that moment, it was as if they were in an erupting volcano.

There were four relatively weak La-Jiu, who were fleeing the battlefield with smoke and heavy damage from the close explosion of the shells, one with its wings blown off and having turned into flames on the ground, and even one of the Tempest, which was hit through the cockpit by shrapnel and killed the pilot, and was also stalling and falling to the ground.

The effect distance of these proximity fuses is not very far, after all, they are prepared to fight anti-ship missiles, the closer the distance, the greater the damage, the same is true for these aircraft, and even some shells are almost close to the aircraft explosion, because of this, they also have greater damage to the target, you must know that these small and medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns were originally directly hit by intensive fire.

And at this time, more and more anti-aircraft artillery joined the ranks of firing.

"Quick, fire, hit hard, we are anti-aircraft artillery, our duty is to fight the FEI planes, shoot down every enemy plane we see!"

Lin Hong stood in the command post of a group of five- and seven-millimeter anti-aircraft artillery positions, and shouted excitedly with his fists.

In front of him, in the annular gun emplacements, those anti-aircraft guns that pointed obliquely at the sky kept spewing flames, and around these anti-aircraft guns, those busy soldiers kept pushing one shell after another into the side supply ports, which instantly disintegrated into warheads and shells in the barrel of the cannons, and the former sprayed out from the muzzle of nearly three times the speed of sound, turning into a ball of flames near the enemy plane in the blink of an eye, and hundreds of scorching shrapnel entered the body of the enemy plane like bullets, destroying its internal structure.

The sky was almost entirely covered in smoke and firelight.

Those Soviet and Indian pilots who originally thought they were hunters found themselves as if they had become prey, and they kept flying in the light of the explosion of shells, dodging almost nowhere to hide from attacks as much as possible, helplessly enduring the destruction of their own fighters by those almost ubiquitous shrapnel, at this time their task was meaningless, because it was impossible for them to do high maneuvers in the sky with bombs, and the vast majority of fighters had already hurriedly dropped the bombs they carried.

After all, the Soviet-Indian fighters that launched the first wave of attacks were close to 200, and the 57mm antiaircraft guns on the ground were only a few dozen, and no matter how fierce they were, it was impossible for them to intercept so many planes.

But unfortunately, the Imphal base is not only this kind of anti-aircraft artillery, the Soviet-Indian fighters that broke through the interception of five or seven millimeter anti-aircraft guns immediately collided head-on with a barrage of steel.

Three-seven-mm anti-aircraft guns joined the battle.

And their rate of fire is, the fastest is more than 400 rounds per minute, each shell can create dozens of shrapnel in the sky, the monsters of these shells, under the control of automatic vector sights, the same six fire units, under the action of diesel generators, electric rotation and pitching mechanisms, keep looking for aiming and locking one target after another, as a plate of shells is pressed into the bomb bay, the flames of the muzzle are almost not extinguished, and the dense shells make a striking trolling light in the sky.

In a very short period of time, seven or eight fighters came out of billowing smoke, and two of them exploded in volleys not long after, while the remaining fighters were helpless and desperately climbed to the heights. However, the anti-aircraft artillery on the ground was obviously not prepared to let them go, especially those five- and seven-millimeter anti-aircraft guns that could shoot up to 8,000 meters high were almost chasing their respective targets, shooting from low altitude to high altitude, and vowing not to give up until they beat the opponent into a sieve.

Fortunately, at this time, another batch of Soviet and Indian fighters joined, of course, it can be said that they came to share the firepower.

This is because of the slow speed, the forty Il-4 pulled behind, this famous medium bomber in World War II, at this time also became the most important attack force in Andreevich's hands, not how good their performance is, although their performance is indeed very good, and the maneuverability is about to catch up with the fighter, but here the maneuverability is useless, their biggest advantage is the size of the big bearer, if it is said that the injury is counted as being injured by dozens of shrapnel, then this blow is simply not worth mentioning for the Il-4.

Soon Lin Hong on the ground also discovered this.

"Quick, all the five or seven millimeter anti-aircraft guns, all concentrate their firepower on the enemy's bombers, and then go and transport some of the trigger fuse shells of the 37 guns."

He immediately said to the officer beside him.

At this time, relying on their size, forty Il-4s had already flown to the Imphal airport under the dense anti-aircraft fire on the ground, and in the air wave of the shell explosion, the bomb bay below was opened, and one bomb after another was waiting to fall. (To be continued......)