Helplessly, the Japanese Army Air Force, which is diligent and thrifty, still likes to arrange for novice pilots to fly these planes to the theater of operations during a mission to familiarize themselves with the rhythm of the battlefield, similar to a training plane that can fight.

"Escort troops! Escort troops! We have entered the enemy's airspace, please keep in a cover formation!" In the earphones, the voice of the commander of the bomber unit suddenly came, although after several bombings, the Japanese army barely controlled the air supremacy of a lot of airspace, but it was still very nervous to carry out such a distant bombing mission.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition made Ozawa feel a chill on his back, he raised his head, stared at the distant sky, and frowned: "Nakajima-kun, something is wrong, there is something over there!"

When Ozawa said this, Nakajima didn't know which side he was talking about on the radio. If someone asks for directions and gets a vague and undirected answer, will there be an urge to go berserk?

So when Nakajima heard Ozawa's "over there", he wanted to scold his teammates: Which side are you talking about? Is it above me or below, is it my left or my right? But before he could go crazy, Ozawa shouted from the earphones: "Directly in front of us! Above! Above! The height is about 11,000! Yaga! How can something fly so high?"

In fact, there were not many enemies on their side, to be exact, only 4 small black dots were rapidly approaching from a distance. Compared with the dense 60 planes on their side, the other party really looked a little weak, but these Japanese pilots were so frightened by the scene in front of them that they couldn't speak, because they had never seen a flying machine at such a high altitude.

The Americans often used an altitude of about 10,000 to raid Japanese planes, but although that altitude was very perverted, Ozawa had seen it. He knew that the Americans had advanced planes that could reach that altitude and reach that altitude that Japanese planes could not fly.

But this is the first time he has seen a plane flying higher than an American plane, and his plane may be able to fly to that altitude, but let alone stop and move forward, he can't even control it for a few seconds - the plane will quickly fall and then regain some control at a distance of about 10,000 meters, which is the limit of what the KI-43 fighter can do.

However, the plane on the opposite side maintained a flight attitude at an altitude of 11,000 meters, and approached the Japanese group at a very fast speed. Obviously, the other side didn't fly over to take a look, because this airspace is a battlefield of engagement, if it is a reconnaissance aircraft, is the number of 4 a bit too much?

Just when Ozawa was piloting his own plane to maintain his course, full of cranky thoughts, the other party obviously narrowed the distance, and it was already possible to tell that these planes were also single-engine and single-seat fighters. The flight altitude of the other side is so high that there is no desire for the Japanese fleet to send planes to arrange it in advance.

"Nakajima! Nakajima! If the enemy plane dives for a while, let the other planes go first, let's observe it before we do it!" Ozawa has experienced the tempering of the brutal Pacific theater, he is more cautious and cunning, he knows that often some technological advances can give birth to all kinds of strange combat methods, and if you are not familiar with your own enemy, it is an extremely dangerous thing.

Obviously, his caution may have saved the lives of both him and Nakajima, because the moment the 4 weird planes began to enter the dive phase and aimed the nose at the Japanese group, Ozawa's pupils involuntarily contracted as he watched those planes, because the speed at which those planes began to dive was too fast!

As soon as Ozawa and Nakajima adjusted their planes to their proper positions, they saw these four fighters rushing into the group of Japanese planes like goshawks. Without the slightest hesitation, as if those sharp-toothed Japanese fighters were like sparrows, they would not pose a threat to them at all.

"At least 650 kilometers of dive speed? What the hell is this?" The speed of the other party was so fast that he couldn't even see the complete appearance of the other party's plane, and he was shocked and speechless by the image like a ray of light. The pilot's sense of speed is very keen, and it only took Ozawa a moment to roughly judge what kind of terrifying flight speed these planes that have never appeared before.

The nose of the opponent's aircraft and the flames sprayed on the wings directly shrouded the heads of the Japanese aircraft group, and then the Japanese fighter and bomber groups underwent a storm-like baptism, and the dense and penetrating shells easily tore the wings and cockpits of the Japanese aircraft, and the machines and people inside were smashed into sieves.

Even in the tragic Pacific theater, even in the face of those difficult US Air Force pilots, Ozawa had never seen such a clean and devastating dive attack. While the Japanese pilots were still struggling with how to use grappling to maneuver with the U.S. fighter force, there was another way to dominate the skies in this world.

The road opened up with domineering speed and powerful firepower does not drag the mud and water and does not give the opponent any chance to counterattack, as if he is a chivalrous man, one blow is detached, and he is thousands of miles away. Ozawa, who was still sighing at his opponent in his mind, had constricted his pupils, and the Japanese fleet had been disrupted by this sudden blow.

Two huge dragon swallowers fell with a long stream of smoke, and the other bomber directly split apart, as if hitting an invisible wall, and directly turned into an exploding fireworks. At the same time, two hapless KI-43 fighters were shot down, and even the pilot was not able to jump out of his cockpit.

"Nakajima! Nakajima! I didn't see anyone parachuting! Yagaya Road! No one parachuted!" Ozawa piloted the fighter jet to avoid the fellow planes that exploded and disintegrated in the air, and carefully searched for the sky he could see, he very much wanted to see those downed friendly pilots in the distant sky, and pull out his parachute.

Suddenly, he remembered the same situation, he remembered those Chinese opponents who had large-caliber cannons, and every time they hit their target, they would beat the opponent into a ball of flames, and the destructiveness and dominance of the short attack of large-caliber weapons hung over Ozawa's mind like a dark cloud.

But the planes in front of him, these fighters painted with camouflage on the top half and light blue on the belly, gave Ozawa a more dignified force than the Chinese ME-109C fighters. Just for a moment, Ozawa felt that what was coiled in front of him was a giant beast of the wilderness, with a pair of blood-red eyes, staring at his prey.

"They're climbing! Climbing! It's the first time I've seen planes that climb so fast! These planes have Luftwaffe logos on their wings! They're Luftwaffe planes!" Nakajima piloted his own plane, accompanied by Ozawa's fighters, trying to bite the tails of these sudden enemy planes, but they soon gave up the futile effort, because the speed of the climb was terrifying, and they were desperate.

"Operation cancelled! Let all the planes return at once! Baga, how could the Luftwaffe appear on the battlefield in the Far East?" Ozawa hurriedly piloted his plane out of the friendly air formation, hoping to take a closer look at these opponents who had been foreseen for the first time from other angles.

The German planes had a pair of slender and graceful wings, which looked like perfect works of art, and Japanese intelligence knew that the Germans had a perfect fighter called the Ta-152, but the Japanese front-line combat units lacked knowledge of this aircraft, and it was clear that this meeting made them meet a very formidable opponent.

In the sky, when the German planes turned around and launched a second attack, the Japanese fighter force completely collapsed, some people shouted on the radio about the devil, some people cried and prayed for His Majesty's blessing, not all Japanese fighter pilots were experienced and composed elites, on the contrary, most of them were rookies who had only flown a few times.

If they had known that one of the most rookie pilots of the Luftwaffe Far Eastern Volunteers, who suddenly appeared in the Far East, had flown 170 hours and shot down 13 planes, they would probably be ashamed of their flying experience. This is not that Germany deliberately selected elite pilots to support the Far East, but Catherine found that he randomly found a few front-line flying troops, which in the eyes of others were powerful and perverted air force trump cards.

If the Chinese Air Force has adapted to the ME-109C fighter with German roots, then the German pilots have become one with their own weapons, and they understand what advantages and shortcomings their weapons have. So when they observed the Japanese Air Force on the ground for two days, they went into battle on such a day.

"General Chuikov, do you still doubt our strength?" a Luftwaffe major general asked, smiling at Chuikov, who stood in the bunker of the ground observation post with his hands behind his back. The tone of his question was full of pride and pride, because whoever has such a powerful force behind him can be so proud and proud-

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