The frame is not a mark on the fuselage, but a shadow shape flying overhead

The number of planes coming from the west is already suspicious, and the number is far beyond the current capacity of the Port Blair airport, and more importantly, the air defense command post must have a record of when its own aircraft will arrive, that is, there is no problem with the alarm, it is the enemy planes that are coming!

Before the lever raised the nose of the plane, Tang Peng temporarily moved his eyes to the airport in the south, and the two light and agile figures had already swept past the city hall building one after the other, climbing around the clouds - the 405 Squadron, which arrived only yesterday, attacked so quickly, and the 901 Squadron, which had been stationed for almost a month, could not be left behind!

The lever, the pontoon jumped off the water, the engine was refueled, the tachometer pointer was pressed to the head, and the fighter plane climbed rapidly, facing the group of shadows that filled the field of vision—

The 1st Strike Wave 93 carrier-based aircraft led by Lieutenant Colonel M. Hull flew over Port Blair at about 9 o'clock local time, and under the cover of the clouds, 52 bomb-mounted bombers acted as horizontal bombers, and with the support of 6 same type guides and 35 "SEAL Pack" fighters, they launched attacks on the predetermined targets -- airports, ports, oil depots, and seaplane moorings -- from the west, north, and south at the same time.

Four months ago, at the heavily fortified German naval base in the port of Kiel, the Royal Navy's carrier-based aircraft unit showed its might and severely damaged the main force of the German Ocean Fleet with a surprise attack, which not only saved some face for the Allied camp, which had suffered heavy setbacks since the beginning of the war, but also made it possible for the Allied forces to rush to India's aid with the main naval combat force. Today, with the glory of the past, this unit is engaged in Operation "Flintlock Musket" to clear the advancing base of the Chinese army on the eastern side of the Bay of Bengal, the first and perhaps the only objective. It's this little Port Blair.

According to the plan, 40 minutes after the first attack wave of Hull's command launched the attack, the 84 planes of the second attack wave of Lieutenant Colonel C*B* Lam will launch a follow-up attack, and everything will be like the strength of Kiel + waving officers to the first and second attack waves, from the mothership unit breaking into the enemy's sea and air warning circle at night to the aircraft group reaching the target without hindrance...... However, this time, the fighter units of the enemy's escort base reacted extremely quickly, and more than 10 planes successfully took off before the attack planes dropped bombs.

The British fighter group, which had absolute superiority in numbers and height, quickly grabbed a position to meet the battle, and became entangled with the Chinese fighters who came to intercept it. The attack aircraft group took the opportunity to drop bombs from an altitude of 2,000 meters, and the "Cuckoos" carried four to sixteen bombs ranging from 250 (113 kg) to 50 (227 kg) - heavy bombs were used to bomb port facilities, and light bombs were used to sweep airfields.

The large 40 "cuckoos" passed through the smoke of the air explosion of antiaircraft artillery shells, and at a moment some distance above the airport where they received the port, they followed the guide plane to drop more than 500 small bombs in one breath, and the dense bombs fell like hail in a parabola towards the airport, instantly covering the airport apron and part of the runway. Several wooden houses that were used as dormitories and temporary warehouses were either blown to pieces or burned, and a 75 mm ~ shock wave placed in a trench flew to the side......

Another group of about 30 attack planes dropped 100 bombs on three moorings on the eastern side of the harbor. Columns of snow-white or muddy water rose like trees, planes in the moorings broke and capsized like fragile paper kites in a hurricane, the widest and longest of the three trestles was blown off by the barrage, and smoke billowed from several houses on the shore. Presumably, the fuel pipes connecting to the oil depot on the shore were blown up, and a large stream of gasoline leaked onto the water, which was ignited by the fire flying down from the shore, and suddenly became a sea of fire, igniting the few undamaged water engines on the water, along with a pile of wreckage of the planes......

The last group of 20 planes to bomb the port facilities dropped bombs all over the ground, and when the depot burst into flames, the detonated ammunition lifted the roof into the air hundreds of meters into the air!

The airport is burning. The mooring was burning, the harbor was burning, the sky was constantly bursting with black-gray smoke, and occasionally a twisted and shattering fireball or two fell - the anti-aircraft gunners on the ground were doing their best.

The British attack aircraft group has already circled and returned home. However, the fighter group was still engaged in a struggle with the Chinese army's fighter planes, which were absolutely inferior in strength, and with the blue sea and green mountains full of smoke and flames as the background, the light marks of the long point shots of the machine guns were intertwined like a net. At the end of the light marks, there are flashes of flying wood chips, broken ground fins, burning engines, and bleeding flight suits......

The light marks extend and extend, from the blue sky to the white clouds, from the white clouds to the blue sea, from the blue sea to the canvas wrapped in the wood-chip fuselage of the "seal cub", the bullet pierces the oil circuit or fuel tank, catches fire, loses control, breaks, and a pile of smoking fragments, wraps around the pilot, spins wildly, and slides rapidly towards the sparkling sea.

As a result, the second target after liftoff, Tang Peng turned his head to look back, the wingman was gone, and then he glanced around, and the other fighters in the squadron were also nowhere to be seen, but four enemy planes suddenly appeared in the upper left, and pounced on them in two directions.

One against four, no future!

From the battle just now, Tang Peng was keenly aware that the "Sea Eagle" fighter dragged down by the pontoon did not have any advantage over the British plane that was fighting for the first time in front of him, and it was barely one-on-one, let alone four!

However, the opponent flanked left and right, and had a high advantage, and with the speed of the Sea Eagle, there was no escape.

Fight!

Without hesitation, without superfluous movements, the throttle valve was pushed to the end, the lever was pulled down, the nose of the plane was raised, and one of the enemy planes rushed head-on!

No need to calculate, don't dodge, this battle will be dead, shoot at my chest in a dignified manner!

Dad, mother, second brother, third brother, Xiaoru...... Farewell......

Intuitively feeling that the enemy plane had entered the firing range, fine-tuning the bearing, the sight was aimed at the one on the right, and the trigger was pulled hard, and the two machine guns in the nose spewed fire and jumped into the shell, and the fatal light marks instantly connected with the enemy plane, almost at the same time, a piece of light flashed head-on, and only heard the fluttering sound around the cockpit, probably the sound of the canvas skin being pierced - coming, the last moment, it's over, but Tang Peng still remembers the instructor's words, don't forget to pull the trigger until you die!

In a trance, a cloud of smoke accompanied by broken pieces of wood whizzed past Tang Peng's landline, Tang Peng was startled, kicked the rudder, put the lever, and turned the fuselage slightly to look, only to see that the two enemy planes had collided together just now, debris flew, smoke and sparks scattered - shit luck?

Before Tang Peng could breathe his breath, a string of bullets shot from the diagonal rear, crackling and fluttering for a while, and a small honeycomb-like hole had been poked out of the rear fuselage.

Rudder, lever - no response?

Another string of bullets, clanging and sparking the engine, Leng did not interrupt the oil circuit, the engine was still spinning, and there was no smoke - why didn't the other party play a few more shuttles?

Looking back, the two British planes had already dragged the black smoke down, and a fuselage painted with the blue, red and yellow concentric circle logo of Hainan Airlines came down from the upper left until the two planes flew together.

"Alive! And allies! ”

Tang Peng excitedly waved to the "Yundian" pilot who saved his life, and then made a sign call: "I am the only one left in our squadron." ”

"Me too." While the other party responded, he pointed to the sea antenna in the distance.

It covered the clouds and came in dense formations—the second wave of large formations