It is normal for Tang Qiuquan to have this kind of thought, in the fierce sea and air battles, in the face of the bombers and fighters that are swarming to the Japanese himself, the fleet can only be passively defended, and the most effective weapon against the Japanese aircraft is the aircraft, but after his own carrier-based aircraft are exhausted, the life of the lieutenant commander of the fleet is not much more valuable than an ordinary sailor, and he is also under the shroud of death.

Le Yiqin was about to go crazy, the fighter plane reached the maximum speed, he still felt slow, the fighter group of the Southern Flying Group, as soon as it landed at Myitkyina airport, the ground crew rushed up, busy refueling the plane, replenishing ammunition, Le Yiqin didn't even get off the fighter, after a simple lunch, after replenishment, and then drove the plane into the blue sky.

Twenty minutes later, more than 800 fighters of the first and second echelons took off one after another, setting a record for an independent division with the shortest landing and take-off time, and the high efficiency of the Myitkyina field airfield was once again fully demonstrated.

As soon as the group passed through the airspace of Mandalay, he received a call from the division commander Tang Qiuli: "Le Yiqin, where is the group now?" In the headphones, the division commander's voice was still so smooth and unwavering.

But just this sentence, Le Yiqin heard the weight, I am afraid that the fleet carrier-based aircraft will not be able to withstand it, otherwise, the division commander will never ask such a thing at this time, this is not the habit and practice of the division commander.

Le Yiqin didn't even need to look at the flight map, he was too familiar with this route, "Report to the division commander, my fleet has passed through the Mandalay airspace, and in about forty-five minutes, we can reach the airspace of the Andaman Sea" This is already the fastest speed, Le Yiqin didn't even delay for a minute, Tang Qiuli only said one word "fast" and then hung up.

After putting down the phone, Tang Qiu sighed imperceptibly. "Forty-five minutes, and now, with each passing minute, the more pressure the fleet is under. The casualties of carrier-based aircraft will increase exponentially, Le Yiqin has done his best, can he say anything more? Although Brother Qiuquan never telegraphed, he was afraid that he would be worried, "Despite this, Tang Qiuli can still imagine the tragic Cheng of the air battle.

Battlefield in Bangkok's airspace. Gradually moving westward, approaching the airspace of the Andaman Sea, the battlefield that was originally divided into two places has been mixed into a group, the independent division fleet, two carrier-based aircraft regiments, desperately intercepting the Japanese bomber group, rushing left and right. The Japanese bombers were scattered and dodged, jumping up and down. Behind the carrier-based plane, they frantically chased the Japanese fighters, and the scene was chaotic.

From the skies over Bangkok, to the Andaman Sea, the fleet of the Independent Division had already paid the price of fifty-eight carrier-based aircraft shot down, the Japanese paid the price of eighty-six fighters shot down, forty-seven bombers, and in terms of overall losses, the losses of the Japanese Seventh Air Force. Much more than the fleet carrier-based aircraft flight regiments.

However, the loss of more than 80 fighters was only a slight injury to the Seventh Air Force, far from hurting the muscles and bones, but for the fleet carrier-based aircraft with only two flying regiments. It was already wounded and broken, and the battle loss rate reached almost about one-half, and almost a regiment was lost, and it was not the opponent of the Japanese Seventh Air Force, which was also the main reason why the Japanese aircraft group did not retreat.

Tang Qiuquan looked at the small red dots on the radar screen, he had already vaguely heard the roar of the engine in the sky, and finally came, and said to the chief of staff Xin Xiguo: "Pull the alarm, the fleet has entered the state of air defense operations" The mournful siren echoed on the sea, all the warships of the fleet, the muzzles of the black holes of the air defense guns, pointed to the sky, and all the artillery radars were turned on.

The first batch of Japanese bombers, about 80 or so, appeared in the sky east of the fleet, and Akiquan saw with his own eyes that more than a dozen carrier-based planes, ignoring the bullets of the Japanese fighters flying behind, swooped down and dispersed the group of Japanese bombers that had already entered the bombing channel, and shot down nine of them.

The second group of Japanese bombers appeared again, this time, there were no carrier-based aircraft to intercept them, and when they saw the independent division fleet on the sea, the Japanese bomber pilots, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, swarmed up, and on the sea, suddenly burst into flames, and a cannon burst out of the chamber, roaring into the sky, and a fierce sea and air battle broke out.

The fleet's anti-aircraft artillery fire was very violent, blowing up the blue sky into clouds of smoke, but the number of Japanese bombers and fighters was too much, plus the Japanese pilots who were already in a state of madness, one bomb after another, screaming and falling, on the sea, stirring up a column of water to the sky.

With a "boom", an aerial bomb fell on the foredeck of the flagship "Canglang", shrapnel flew horizontally, thick smoke billowed out, ignited a fire and "clanged", a piece of shrapnel smashed the porthole, with a metal trill, wedged straight on the table in front of Qiu Quan, irregular metal shrapnel, the edge of the fangs as sharp.

All the people in the fleet headquarters gasped, it was so dangerous! The supreme commander of the fleet was almost hit by a piece of shrapnel, Akiizumi smiled contemptuously, reached out and pulled out the shrapnel that was still emitting a scorching temperature, and gently placed it on the table, without looking at it again.

"Commander of the Southern Flight Group, Le Yiqin, call Commander Tang of the fleet, my fighter group, in six minutes, we will arrive at the airspace where the fleet is located, I can already visually see the scene of the air battle, and I will be able to enter the battle immediately, Commander Tang, what instructions do you have?" In the air and sea liaison radio, there was a sudden call from Le Yiqin.

Qiu Quan's body trembled imperceptibly, at this moment, Qiu Quan had the urge to cry, although the age of tears, he had already left him, his fighter arrived, the fleet was saved, my carrier-based aircraft, can be saved, not to fight out, he suppressed his agitated mood, at this moment, he almost lost his temper.

After settling down, Qiu Quan said: "Yiqin, on behalf of all the officers and men of the independent division fleet, thank you, I don't have any instructions, and the air battle will be handed over to you!" ”

Le Yiqin laughed heartily and said: "Okay, Commander Tang, let your carrier-based aircraft return, the young men of Hainan Airlines, it is good, ask the brothers on my behalf, the rest of the little devils will be handed over to us, let these miscellaneous people see what a large aircraft group is!" ”

Then, he ordered, "All regiments pay attention, start attacking immediately, the first, second, and third regiments, the bombers responsible for dealing with the little devils, and the other regiments, together with me, peel the little devil fighters alive, surround them first, and don't let any of them go!" "More than 800 fighters of the independent division, like a dark cloud, pressed towards the Japanese aircraft group.

More than 800 fighters with a sharp spirit and a dignified murderous aura entered the battlefield, which was not something that could be resisted by the Japanese fighters who had been entangled by the carrier-based aircraft of the independent division and almost rampant, and also, the fatal comparison of forces, the change of roles on the battlefield in an instant, the Japanese pilots were timid, and now, they experienced Tang Yunfei's feeling, front and back, left and right, all of them were fighters of the Zhina people.

Chasing and rolling, nearly 14,500 planes, immediately magnified the scene of the air battle countless times, the difference is that this time, it was the Japanese fighters who were chased to the wolves, the main battlefield quickly moved eastward, away from the independent division fleet, and it was a tragedy if they couldn't run away from the Japanese bombers, and more than 200 fighters from three regiments surrounded the Japanese bombers and hit them fiercely.

One after another, in front of the officers and sailors of the fleet, the Japanese bombers either exploded into a ball of fire in the air, or fell into the sea with thick smoke, and the whole fleet was cheered, and the sailors who had no combat mission ran to the deck and watched with great interest this one-sided battle of relieving hatred and anger.

Tang Qiuquan looked at it attentively for a while, and then gave an order: "The remaining air battles will be handed over to the Southern Flying Group, and the carrier-based planes will return to the sea immediately." The carrier-based planes that received the order to return to the aircraft carrier landed one after another with heavy battle wounds, and several carrier-based planes, with thick smoke on their fuselages, landed crookedly, and if it were not for the pilot's excellent flying skills, they would have plunged headlong into the sea.

Qiuquan held the telescope's hand, trembling slightly, he counted the carrier-based aircraft that landed, counted one, and trembled in his heart, in the telescope, there were no carrier-based planes that continued to land, Qiuquan still stared at the blue sky for a long time, hoping to see a few more in the sun, even if it was with a lot of scars.

After a long time, Tang Qiuquan put down his binoculars and said to Xin Xiguo, chief of staff of the fleet: "Xiguo, count the battle losses immediately" Although he probably knew the number of losses, he still didn't dare to believe it.

Xin Xiguo's work efficiency was very high, and after 20 minutes, he handed Tang Qiuquan a list: "In this air battle, a total of 67 carrier-based planes of our fleet were shot down, 51 were damaged, 58 pilots were killed, and after parachuting, nine people were missing."

Qiu Quan closed his eyes, the muscles of his cheeks were constantly entangled, his two carrier-based aircraft regiments were disabled, more than 95 percent of the casualties were killed, more than one regiment was shot down, and 58 people were killed, that is the backbone of the carrier-based aircraft regiment, and his own hard work in the past three years, there is no doubt that the fleet has suffered a big loss, and it is not even a crushing victory.

At the cost of this, 89 Japanese fighters and 73 bombers were shot down, and the casualties and losses of the Japanese themselves far exceeded their own, but the price was too great, and the loss of the carrier-based aircraft could be replenished by the full 58 pilots, but these fresh lives could never come back, and his own hard work for more than three years could be said to be ruined.

In the fleet headquarters, everyone was silent, and there was a burst of irrepressible sorrow, 20 November 1940 was the saddest day and the day of greatest loss since the formation of the independent division fleet.