Meng Qingpeng's fighter plane, through the fragments with residual smoke, climbed into the air, this kung fu, spitting a mouthful of saliva, the depression in his heart was expressed, and he had time to see who reminded him.

On the right side of his own fighter, a fighter plane sprayed with four red five-pointed stars and the aircraft number "711" followed closely behind him, Meng Qingpeng smiled knowingly, it was Huo Liye, the captain of the first brigade of the Seventh Fighter Regiment of the Outer Mongolia Patrol Area, who had served as his wingman before.

"Commander, I will be your wingman, let go of your hands and feet, let Lao Maozi's planes all become roast chickens!" Huo Liye shouted loudly in the headphones.

Meng Qingpeng smiled and replied, "Huo Liye, who is in command of your brigade?" ”

Huo Liye replied: "Deputy captain, commander, don't worry, the first team will still fight well without me, but the group will not be able to do without you!" ”

Meng Qingpeng's heart was warm, he turned on the communication channel of the aircraft group, and said loudly: "Attention of all regiments, the situation on the battlefield no longer allows us to evacuate safely, and the intention of the Soviet air commander is obvious, that is, to leave all the fighters of our Northern Flying Group in the sky over the Sejingge River, maybe after this battle, we will not be able to go back a few people, but we must let the Soviet fighters pay a greater price!" Our prestige is out! ”

In the headphones, there was a roar, "Lao Maozi's fighter wants to keep us and see if we agree!" Commander, Lao Maozi wants to fight, let's accompany you! ”

Meng Qingpeng said: "Okay, change the tactics, take the regiment as a unit, the fighters are concentrated together, pay attention to tactical movements, and cooperate with each other. Concentrate our forces to fight, what we need now is not the courage of desperate horsemen, but close cooperation! ”

After giving the order, Meng Qingpeng opened the contact with the Kulun ground air command, "The Kulun ground air command, I am Meng Qingpeng, please tell the division commander that all the fighter pilots of our Northern Flight Group are determined to be in the airspace of the Sejingge River." Fight to the death with the Soviet fighter group and fight to the last man! ”

After a deep sigh, Meng Qingpeng continued: "This is my last report!" Then, he categorically cut off contact with the ground air finger.

Meng Qingpeng had already made up his mind to break the boat, since he could not evacuate the battlefield. Just show the courage of a decisive battle, the fighter pilots of the independent division. There is no habit of being chased by the enemy with the tail. Liu Hongzhang has the determination to defeat the troops, why not our air force, then together with the comrades on the ground, to give the Soviet army in the sky and on the ground the heaviest blow!

Kulen, about eight o'clock in the morning of September 25. Tang Qiuli received a call from the Kulun ground air command, and Colonel Dong Ningxuan, chief of staff of the Northern Flight Group of the Air Force, conveyed Meng Qingpeng's words as they were.

Tang Qiuli's face. Immediately became iron-blue, he asked: "Dong Ningxuan, immediately contact Meng Qingpeng, convey my order, don't be brave, before he is desperate, the aircraft group will immediately leave the battle and return home, the Kulun ground air defense brigade will provide anti-aircraft fire cover for the returning aircraft group, tell him, there are hundreds of anti-aircraft guns, the Soviet fighter group, can't bite his tail!" ”

Dong Ningxuan didn't speak, Tang Qiu snorted unhappily, and then asked: "Dong Ningxuan, what kind of ghost are you doing, did you hear my order?" ”

Dong Ningxuan had no choice but to answer truthfully: "Report to the division commander, after Commander Meng Qingpeng finished communicating with the ground air command, he cut off the contact, and after that, all contact with the aircraft group was cut off, I judge that this is intentional by the aircraft group!" They are determined to die! ”

"Smack!" Tang Qiuli slammed down the phone and roared angrily: "Meng Qingpeng, you bastard!" Giving you a few hundred fighters is not for you to fight with the Soviet army! Be willful, brave, come back alive, I shot you! ”

In the headquarters, there was silence, only Tang Qiuli's roar, all the staff officers and communicators stopped what they were doing, slowed down their breathing, and looked at the angry division commander, so angry, this is the first time since the division commander arrived in Outer Mongolia?

Zhao Yuhe, the chief of staff, who had just come in from outside and had a telegram in his hand, didn't know why, looked at Tang Qiuli, who was full of anger, his neck tendons jumped high, and he was panting with anger, and then looked at the staff officers who shrunk their heads one by one, smiled and waved their hands, and asked everyone to continue working, and then asked cautiously: "Division commander, why did you lose such a big temper, who provoked you!" ”

Tang Qiuli slapped the table and said loudly: "Meng Qingpeng, who was stunned, with the rest of the fighters, and the Soviet fighter group worked desperately, and actually cut off the contact with the ground air command, making it clear that he was disobeying the military order, and if he didn't kill, it was not enough to clean up military discipline!" He will bury all the family members of the Northern Flying Group! ”

Then, Tang Qiuli's tone became low, and he said: "Yuhe, that's the essence of our air force, how many planes have been shot down, how many planes have fallen, I don't feel distressed, the family background of our independent division can withstand it, what I feel sorry for is those pilots who have been in battle for a long time, after this battle, although the Soviet air power has suffered heavy losses, it may collapse, but the Northern Flying Group, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out!" The price is too big for me to afford! ”

Zhao Yuhe persuaded: "Division commander, the situation may not be so bad, our aviation is not something that can be wiped out lightly, maybe the Soviet aircraft group can't bear huge losses, take the initiative to stop, I understand the situation, Meng Qingpeng's aircraft group is entangled by the Soviet army's superior aircraft group, and it is impossible to return from the battle." ”

"If you forcibly withdraw, it will form a situation where you will be closely pursued by the Soviet aircraft group, and I am afraid that the losses will be even greater, and Meng Qingpeng also made such a decision according to the specific situation of the air battle, which is understandable!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuhe slapped his head and said: "Confused, division commander, I just received a telegram from Commander Le Yiqin, the five fighter regiments of the Southern Flight Group, in thirty minutes, will land at several airports in Outer Mongolia, and the Kulun Field Airport is the main landing site, Commander Le asks you what instructions you have!" ”

Tang Qiuli flashed with surprise in his eyes, and couldn't wait to ask, "Le Yiqin has arrived?" Isn't it supposed to be around ten o'clock? How did it come more than an hour earlier? ”

Zhao Yuhe deliberately adjusted the atmosphere and said: "According to Commander Le, he has already smelled the smell of gunpowder, and the pilots under his command who have never been to Outer Mongolia are screaming, saying that they want to taste the taste of Soviet planes, so they can't wait to hurry, for fear that they won't be able to fight!" ”

Tang Qiuli said anxiously: "Yuhe, order the radio room, immediately communicate with Le Yiqin, I want to talk to him directly!" ”

In the radio room, Tang Qiuli took the intercom of the ground-to-air contact radio station and said: "Le Yiqin, I am Tang Qiuli, please answer when you hear it!" ”

In the loudspeaker, there was a surprised voice from Le Yiqin, "Commander, I am Le Yiqin, the voice is very clear, I haven't seen you for a month, everyone misses you a lot, thank you for transferring us to Outer Mongolia, we have to fight!" ”

Tang Qiuli's tone was like an ice cube, "Le Yiqin, don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, the situation of your fleet, can you immediately enter the battle?" The fuel of the plane, the spirit and body of the pilot, tell me the truth, don't be strong! ”

Le Yiqin shrank his neck, and secretly said in his heart: "The teacher's love is not right, the anger is quite big!" I don't know who to follow? ”

Le Yiqin replied honestly: "Report to the division commander, the five fighter regiments transferred by the Southern Flight Group are ready to fly at any time ready to go into battle, they all carry auxiliary fuel tanks, and the combat radius is within 800 kilometers, so they can completely fight!" ”

The joy on Tang Qiuli's face appeared, and he said loudly: "Okay, the northern part of Kulun, the airspace of the Seshuge River, is about more than six hundred kilometers away from your current location, how long can the aircraft group stay in the air?" ”

Le Yiqin replied accurately: "Report to the division commander, counting the time of the air battle, the fuel can support at least one hour!" ”

Tang Qiuli breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his tone, and said: "Order, the Southern Flying Group's Le Yiqin Aircraft Group will immediately rush to the air battle area of the Sejingge River, and the fighter group of the Northern Flying Group will be surrounded by the Soviet fighter group, I don't ask you to completely annihilate the Soviet Army aircraft group and rescue our aircraft group!" ”

Le Yiqin was in high spirits, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Commander, I promise to complete the task!" ”

Then, Le Yiqin opened the communication channel of the group, couldn't suppress his excitement, and ordered: "All attention, the division commander ordered, rush to the battlefield in the airspace of the Sejingge River, our brothers of the Northern Flying Group, are fighting hard with Lao Maozi's fighters, good luck for the big guys, they didn't wait for the landing, they fished for meat to eat, after this battle, I asked the division commander to give us all a meal, all fighters, fly at the fastest speed, after receiving the enemy, throw away the auxiliary fuel tank, pounce on it and beat it, get off to a good start, move forward!" ”

Le Yiqin's conducting style, as always, boosts morale and battle orders, mixed together, a few words, it instigated a long-distance flight, originally a little bored, low spirits of the pilots, "whew", the blood boiled all over the body, in the headphones, "whoop" screamed, like a group of hungry wolves! The group of planes suddenly accelerated, and like arrows off the string, they shot towards the north, with a dignified murderous aura!

Putting down the intercom, Tang Qiuli closed his eyes tiredly, and said to himself in an inaudible voice: "Heaven will not destroy me, after I just woke up, I have an explanation for him, this guy Le Yiqin came at the right time!" ”

Le Yiqin's group of nearly 400 fighters took less than 40 minutes to rush to the airspace of the Sejingge River, which was when Meng Qingpeng's group fell into a bitter battle.

Flying over the battlefield, Le Yiqin's eyes swept away, and he took in the situation in the air and the battlefield on the ground, grinned, and said secretly in his heart: "Ho, the fight is lively enough, it's messy, how to start?" ”

(To be continued)(To be continued......