Chapter 468: Bombing Pingjin

When they arrived at the airfield air defense position, the pilots were puzzled, they knew that this was a high gun and a high machine gun, even if it was made by the United States, it was also that thing, and the air combat in this era was mainly a close combat between the fighters of both sides in the air, and the emphasis was on hand-to-hand combat, which was a comprehensive embodiment of the trinity of the aircraft's ability, the pilot's fighting will, and flight technology.

In the era of propeller aircraft, advocating individual heroism, it is more about testing the courage of pilots, the air force is also a military branch of heroes, and ground air defense firepower, in the eyes of some ace pilots, is not worth mentioning, especially shè hit jīng degree, aiming nose can hit the knee, can only be used with dense firepower, to make up for the lack of jīng degree, all over the sky, encountering unlucky, often hundreds of shells, can not hit a plane.

Tang Qiuli told everyone, tomorrow morning, let's have an air-ground confrontation first, if the ground air defense firepower is really as vulnerable as you said, immediately comprehensively revise the combat plan, and focus on the air force, how about it?

Gao Zhihang and the others looked at each other, Vice Chairman Tang is really a layman, and he is persistent enough, do you still need to prove the results? Is it too much, but no one says it, it hurts people's self-esteem!

Early the next morning, the pilots arrived at the airport, Tang Qiuli was waiting there early, but there was a question, who was the target plane? As the name suggests, it is used as a target for exercises, dragging a target behind the plane, using tactical actions to move through the air, and ground anti-aircraft fire to hit the target, it's as simple as that.

To tell the truth, no one wants to go, it's not that they're afraid of death, they are against the Japanese, they haven't shivered, they are afraid of the high shè gun's shè hit, don't hit the target, and beat themselves down, then it's called a grievance, everyone was silent for a while, no one wants to take this errand, Tang Qiuli looked at them with a smile, Le Yiqin gritted his teeth, I'll come, that expression, as if on the execution ground.

Le Yiqin flew over the predetermined airspace, the target was dragged far behind the plane, the shape and size were similar to the Japanese-style "90" fighters, and the air defense forces also thought about it, the words of the division commander last night made these soldiers hold back a fire, they are all soldiers, why should those pilots look down on them? Do a nice job to open their eyes!

Le Yiqin was piloting the plane without jīng, and was thinking about seeing that the situation was not good, so he quickly got rid of the target plane, don't be shot down by his own people, a few smoke burst out in the air, Le Yiqin hadn't reacted yet, and the sound of the tower ordering him to return came from the headphones, and he let out a sigh of relief, and finally coped with this errand.

He got off the plane and found that Gao Zhihang's face was wrong, tǐng ugly, mō was confused, Gao Zhihang glared at him fiercely, and shook his head, meaning you go and see for yourself, Le Yiqin ran over to take a look, dumbfounded, the target plane was hit by five shells, only a long tow rope with a little wreckage, and the rest were blown away.

Gao Zhihang saw with their own eyes that the first round of five shells of a single artillery shot were all hit, and the results were incredible, and then, Li Guidan went up again, but he still didn't dodge a single shot, the target plane was blown up in the air and smashed, Gao Zhihang couldn't sit still, he personally went into battle, worthy of the number one trump card of the Chinese Air Force, two shells missed, three hits, and the target plane was also blown up.

Needless to say, the facts are the best illustration, the pilots were silent, and they wondered in their hearts, could it be that these high-flying guns of Vice Chairman Tang's troops have eyes in the sky? At a height of several thousand meters, it is called an accurate fight, especially Gao Zhihang, he is confident that in the firepower of more than a dozen mén high shè guns, he can also be unscathed, but people are just one mén cannon, strange?

The plan was carried out according to the original plan, these arrogant flying eagles were unwilling to do yòu bait, Tang Qiuli especially emphasized that outside the preset ambush airspace, you must not fall in love with the battle, once the Japanese planes catch up, you must pass as fast as possible, this is an order, he deliberately glanced at Gao Zhihang.

To tell the truth, he really didn't worry about these pilots who turned red when they saw the Japanese, especially Gao Zhihang, an unruly guy, once he killed the red eyes, entangled with the Japanese planes, and the shells flying all over the sky, there might be some accidents, Gao Zhihang understood what Vice Chairman Tang meant, and he was embarrassed to mō his hair, and smiled awkwardly.

In the afternoon, the preparations for tomorrow's operation, the bombs provided by the Dingbian Arsenal opened the eyes of all the people of the Jianqiao Aviation School, since Zhou Yishan returned to the Japanese plane, Wang Xu of Huangya Dòng, they knew that sooner or later they would have to use it, and according to Wang Xu's consistent requirements, weapon research and development would go to the front of the war.

The American-style "Hawker 3" aircraft, which can hang four medium-sized bombs under the wings, belongs to the fighter-bomber type, and the twenty planes all carry a kind of air-burst aerial bomb called "Booming Thunder", this kind of bomb explodes in the air at a distance of 100 meters from the ground, and is specially used to kill and injure the living forces and combat equipment on the ground.

The bombers all carried bombshells used to attack ground targets, and ground-penetrating bombs specially used to destroy the runway of the airport, and this kind of bomb did not explode until it was about two meters underground, and a field airfield capable of accommodating 30 planes was paralyzed for at least a month if it received five or six bombs, and it was the biggest weapon of destruction for the oil depot hidden underground.

Gao Zhihang and the others have become numb to the various new weapons provided by Dingbian, and this young Vice Chairman Tang, in their hearts, has become even more mysterious, and they are more and more unable to see how big or deep his strength is, and they also put forward an opinion, they can't fly a plane covered in plaster, to fight against the devils, and the appearance of the plane has to be painted.

Tang Qiuli patted his head and forgot about this stubble, to be honest, he really didn't like the Japanese "Type 90" aircraft, it was too fragile, but it had to have its own logo, the twenty Hawk 3s that flew from Jianqiao, the fuselage was painted with the national emblem of the blue sky and white sun, and his own plane was sprayed on the national emblem with a golden eagle with wings spread and flying to show that it was different from the central air force, and it also indicated that the air force of the independent division would spread its wings and fly high like an eagle!

The morning sun rises, the sky is cloudless, it is an excellent weather, Tang Qiuli's mood is also the same as this high sky, full of sunshine, he watched Gao Zhihang lead the group of planes to disappear into the depths of the blue sky, and only retracted his gaze for a long time, he believed that this battle would be victorious, but it was just a matter of great results.

In view of the fact that the air defense firepower was outstanding, Gao Zhihang and his team proposed to expand the scope of the attack to all the Japanese airfields in the Pingjin area, and to do a big job, so that these deflated calves could taste the taste of bombs falling on their heads; this was Gao Zhihang's original words, and the plane group was divided into two parts, led by Gao Zhihang and Li Guidan respectively, to raid the Japanese airfields in Beiping and Tianjin.

This qiē depends on the "Sky Eye" radar system, as long as the Japanese plane takes off, it can't escape, and now, Tang Qiuli is on the radar screen, looking at the green dot representing Gao Zhihang's group, and heading towards the sharp arrows in the Pingjin area.

On the outskirts of Beiping, Nanyuan Airport, a busy scene, the Japanese ground staff in the airport are conducting routine inspections before the flight, all the planes are in the hangar, on the side of the runway, the Japanese pilots are patting the neat formation, shouting slogans, and are conducting routine training.

Nanyuan Airport is the largest field airfield of the Japanese army in North China, with more than 130 planes of various types, and the headquarters of the North China Dispatch Army Air Force is also located here, which is the pillar of air defense in North China, and is heavily guarded; within one kilometer around the airport, it is all open land that has been manually dismantled, with barbed wire fences lined up, two trenches ten meters wide and six meters deep, and minefields; if the Chinese get close to here, they can be killed on the spot.

After the training of the Japanese pilots, it was time to go to breakfast, and in their relaxed conversation and laughter, they walked to the restaurant, and a Japanese pilot with a very keen sense of hearing suddenly stopped, pricked up his ears, caught the seemingly unusual sounds in the air, and looked suspiciously in the northwest direction.

The companions laughed loudly, this guy, who has dog ears, makes máo at the slightest movement, usually startled, and makes jokes, and there are a few guys, both hands make shè strikes, and their mouths also "da-da" imitate the sound of a machine gun.

Suddenly, this guy's face changed drastically, and he shouted wildly: "Enemy plane! Enemy! The other guys laughed even harder, excited about their pranks, wondering, how did this guy become a pilot? So bile xiǎo like a mouse, strongly disdainful!

This guy's face turned white, he did hear the sound of a large group of planes approaching the airport, so early, it would not be the fleet of the Empire, and he didn't hear that the planes that transferred to the field were coming, there was only one possibility, it was the plane of the Zhina, he grabbed the captain, desperately gestured to the northwest, and was speechless in a hurry.

The captain shook off his hand in disgust, and didn't even look at him, among his subordinates, there are such people, it is really a shame for the Imperial Air Force, this guy saw that no one cared about him, he took out the pistol on his waist, and there were three shots towards the sky, and the sharp gunfire stunned everyone, no, how big is it? Also bombarded?

However, they didn't have a chance to think about anything else, even if they were deaf, they could hear the deafening engine sound in the air, and the captain immediately jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on, and shouted, "Enemy attack!" Enemy attack! Get on the plane," the leader ran to the hangar.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers running around like ants on the ground, Gao Zhihang shouted excitedly: "Brothers, you can do your work properly!" ”

As soon as he pressed the nose of the plane, the first one swooped down from a high altitude, like an eagle catching xiǎojī, according to the division of labor, the goal of the fighter was to destroy the anti-aircraft fire on the ground, and he captured two tǐng Japanese high shè machine guns at once, those Japanese soldiers, who were busy pressing bullets, were patronized by enemy planes, and never dreamed of it.

There was a cruel sneer on the corner of Gao Zhihang's mouth, and his hand slammed on the shè button.

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