For the first battle of the sixth master, Boss Yang attaches great importance to it, this group of pilots in the training center in Sichuan, with the thunder as an opponent has been trained for more than three months, the main tactics are basically determined, in fact, this thing is a way to fight propeller aircraft, high-altitude skimming, a blow misses the U-turn and then continue, anyway, in any case, the height difference of 5,000 meters between the two, the speed difference of 500 kilometers, can make the sixth master invincible, and the rest is nothing more than the technical problems of the pilots.

The Japanese aircraft group that took off from Seoul had just flown more than 100 kilometers, and it had already been discovered by Yantai's shore-based radar, and the twenty Liuye, which had been hastily overhauled, took off in turn after refueling, looking at these new planes that sprayed scorching tail flames behind them, piercing the sky like sharp swords, the ground crew and pilots at Yantai Airport were almost stupid, Qin Yu took out a cigarette with a flattering smile and handed it to the colonel, and asked while lighting a cigarette for him: "How many pieces can this new plane fly?"

The colonel took a puff of satisfaction, spat out a smoke ring and said reservedly, "Supersonic."

Qin Yu opened his mouth wide, and the lighter clicked to the ground.

The colonel was very satisfied with this effect and continued: "However, it is forbidden to fly at such a speed, it is too fast for fear that the pilot will not be able to react, and in addition, this requires afterburner, which will shorten the service life of the engine."

"Quick, take your people and take them off quickly, and follow them to see how they fight." Qin Yu reacted at once, and shouted at He Hui, who came to his side, He Hui also came to his senses, and hurriedly ordered his thunder to take off to watch the battle.

The Japanese army that is bombing with momentum is composed of sixty one-type land battles and forty ninety-seven heavy explosions and twenty of the latest hundred heavy explosions, but the so-called heavy explosion of the Japanese army, to put it bluntly, is the level of Martin B10, and the bomb load is not much stronger than that of the twin demons, compared with the liberator, it is completely a kind of garbage, but the name is very loud. Like Baishi, they all have the name of a dragon-swallowing cow*.

These 120 planes flew cautiously in the sky, and as the main opponents of the north and the south who had faced each other for many years, they were also very aware of the strength of the two airfields in Yantai and Muping, with a wing of Thunder, half of which were new and improved, and a wing of Skyhawk dive bombers. A total of 200 combat aircraft, in fact, they did not have an advantage this time, but there was no way to do it, Ryokari Takashi refused to send the planes of the Kwantung Army under the pretext of defending Shenyang, so only the planes of the North Korean Army did this work alone.

"Gentlemen, pay attention, we have entered the range of enemy radar monitoring, be careful overhead!" Matsumoto Daisa, who led the team, shouted over the radio. China's radar has been used for so many years, and the Japanese also have hidden friendly people in Nanjing, and they basically know the specific performance, of course, understanding does not mean that there is a way to deal with it, in fact, the Japanese have been helpless against this kind of radar with a search range of more than 150 kilometers.

However, there is no need to be too nervous at this time, even if the plane of the Chinese Air Force takes off immediately, it will take more than ten minutes for the two sides to encounter. However, this time Matsumoto didn't know that their opponent had changed.

Five minutes later.

"Enemy planes!" With the exclamation of a Japanese pilot, in the history of human warfare. A new era has begun.

Twenty six masters who swooped down from a height of 10,000 meters began to tusha against the Japanese planes flying in a neat formation below, Yang Feng's batch of six masters is quite different from the original, first of all, the firepower is completely different, a 23 mm single-barreled aviation gun, four 12.7 mm machine guns. Another most important point is that a semi-automatic radar sight is installed, which is the kind of thing used on the Sabre, a gyro sight and a radar range, of course, the performance of this set of things is definitely much more mature than the Sabre.

In fact, when Shen Fei built these planes for him. once persuaded him to simply build a simplified version of the hotline, but Yang Feng refused, he felt a bit shocking with this thing, let alone a hotline, although this set of semi-automatic sights felt very verbose, but against World War II level aircraft, it was already very useful, like a golden eagle pounced on the sixth master, when the Japanese army had not dispersed, they fired almost at the same time.

"Spread out, spread out!" Matsumoto Daisa roared like crazy, but unfortunately these strange planes that suddenly appeared and had no propellers were so fast that they didn't have time to react at all, those one-style land battles were better, just like a flock of frightened birds scattered and fled, but even so, nearly ten of them were blown up by volleys.

And those bombers full of bombs had no room for resistance at all, and their heavy bodies swung awkwardly to dodge, trying to dodge the birds of prey that sprayed death, but then smoke came out of their bodies one by one, especially those directly hit by the cannons, and they were blown to pieces one by one.

Almost instantly, like a rain of fire, the wreckage of the explosion of more than 20 Japanese planes fell into the sea with flames.

The six masters who succeeded in one blow pulled up one by one in an elegant arc, and the Japanese fighters below also tried to pull up the pursuit at the same time, but unfortunately, even if they increased their maximum horsepower, they could only watch the enemy move away in style, and soon rose to a height that they could not reach, Matsumoto Daisa and his men did not even have a chance to shoot.

Matsumoto Daisa was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his head, and he naturally understood that these planes were not leaving.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat immediately!" He also knew that with such a speed and such a height difference, the battle would become a one-sided tusha, and of course they were the side of the tusha.

The remnants of the Japanese planes in the sky immediately began to turn around in confusion, and those bombers hurriedly dropped all the bombs, but at this time, those terrible monsters appeared again, Matsumoto Osa desperately maneuvered the planes in the sky and twisted constantly, almost tired to his arms to avoid this round of attacks, but many of his subordinates did not have this kind of good luck, and seven or eight more were shot down, and the sky was full of explosive wreckage.

"Spread them all out, and divide them as much as possible." Matsumoto roared, this kind of battle without the power of resistance, the more you get together, the greater the loss, scattered and fleeing may be able to go back a few, at this time the third round of attacks began again, Matsumoto was engrossed in maneuvering his plane, and actually let him dodge it again with his technology, he also understood at this time, it is not that his technology is too high, but that this kind of plane is too fast, to put it bluntly, the gap between the two sides is too big, so big that the other pilot himself is not very adaptable, just like a strong man punching a child, Because of the habitual height of punching the air, but a strong man is a strong man after all, as long as he adapts to the rhythm a little, then his death time will come.

At this time, Matsumoto Daisa didn't care about other people's lives or deaths, as soon as he lowered his head and dived down to the sea, he wanted to get rid of the enemy with ultra-low-altitude flight, this kind of plane is so fast, it will definitely not be as dexterous as his own plane, as long as the combat altitude is lowered, low enough to fly close to the sea, maybe the other party will let him go because he is worried that he will be too fast to pull up and hit the sea when diving.

But it was obvious that the pilot above his head was also angered by his failure to knock down the plane three times, and did not hesitate to dive down with him, and then all the firepower was fully opened, just as Matsumoto turned around, this round was empty again, but at this time Matsumoto really didn't have the strength to play like this anymore, and the feeling of passing by death lasted four times, no matter how good the psychological quality was, not to mention that controlling the plane was a hard job, especially this kind of extraordinary maneuver, it was a triple test of the pilot's skills, physical strength, and psychology, Of course, it can also be said to be torture, and now Matsumoto's hands are shaking, and he is a little dizzy when he looks at the sea in front of him.

At this time, the plane pounced for the fifth time, this time Matsumoto tried his best to control the plane to the side, but unfortunately the movement of his hand slowed down, and this time it killed him, a series of machine gun bullets whistled, directly cutting off one of his wings, this one-type land battle then hit the sea headlong, instantly knocked himself apart.

In the group of thunder planes watching the battle from a distance, one by one the Chinese pilots shuddered, to be honest, they were all playing with airplanes, and they could guess what was going on, this Japanese pilot was definitely a top master, and even among these Chinese pilots, there were few who were confident that they could do his way, but such a top master was tired to death in the air battle.

And until he died, he didn't even have a chance to confront his opponent head-on, not even a single bullet was fired, and from the beginning of the battle he ran for his life in front of the enemy, until there was no room to escape.

Looking at the air monsters that were roaring in the sky chasing the remnants of the Japanese planes, all the Chinese pilots couldn't help but swallow with difficulty.

One hundred and twenty Japanese planes, one of them failed to escape back, and the farthest one had seen the coast of North Korea, but it was still shot down by the sixth master who caught up, and even one of the six masters ran out of bullets, and dived down hard, and used its wings to learn to play an ultra-low-altitude land battle with Matsumoto, and shot it directly into the sea, and then twenty six masters turned around like a golden eagle patrolling the territory, turned around and returned to the airport, one of the planes was obviously too excited, and suddenly opened the afterburner violently exceeding the speed of sound, Looking at the dazzling sound cone at transonic speed behind him, and the sonic boom that resounded across the sea, the eyes of the pilots on the thunder almost shot to the cockpit glass.

Of course, the pilot was locked up in a small dark room for a week after he returned, and no one cared about this.

At this time, an unprecedented naval and air war over the East China Sea had just begun. (To be continued......)

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