On the one hand, the reinvigorated Chinese Air Force, and on the other hand, the Japanese Army Aviation, which vowed to take revenge, the smell of gunpowder between the two sides was very strong, and after the Japanese side was ready, it transferred a few real pilots from the front line, and once again covered a dozen bombers, and launched an attack on the Wuhan area.

In order to allow the Chinese Air Force to dispatch aircraft, this time the Japanese Air Force once again used the form of small formations, instead of dispatching hundreds of planes in large-scale formations to carry out air raids. However, to be on the safe side, Japan used only 15 bombers this time, and used a full 15 army KI-43 fighters.

This time, Ozawa Nakasa personally flew a KI-43 fighter jet, accompanied by the army's slow and old-fashioned dragon-swallowing land attack, and slaughtered towards Wuhan. Japan's land offensive means road-based bombers -- on the other hand, the navy's bombers are called ship-based bombers, and it is clear at a glance.

"Grandpa, grandpa! Little Japan's plane! Little Japan's plane is coming!" A naughty boy wearing a sleeve coat rushed into the house, and after the Japanese plane crossed the defense line actually controlled by both sides, it was discovered by some local people who were specially responsible for air defense and vigilance.

It is precisely by virtue of this backward air defense system that China's early warning is much more reliable than radar, and some people who are responsible for air defense observation who often count the number of Japanese planes can even distinguish the number of Japanese air raid planes at night from the sound of Japanese aircraft engines. Although the transmission speed is not comparable to that of radar, this is still the early warning system that the Chinese Air Force relies on to survive.

"Beacon fire!" a Chinese soldier standing on a high post saw one after another lit beacon fires in the distance, and he sounded the air raid siren, causing the mournful sound to echo in the sky. One plane after another at the airport began to start urgently, Wang Guangfu climbed into his plane, and then gestured to his wingman to take off.

A wait-and-see air battle was on the verge of breaking out, with the Chinese taking off four ME-109C fighters, followed by a full 10 P-40 fighters. These planes roared and rushed towards the invading Japanese aircraft group in two batches, high and low. They did not hesitate to fight to protect the airspace of the motherland.

Wang Guangfu, who accompanied the white clouds, soon saw a dense formation of Japanese planes, and 10 KI-43 fighters were accompanying these bombers. He frowned, for his long experience had taught him that the formation of the Japanese planes was a bit strange this time. So he reminded his teammates on the radio and told them to be more careful: "Something is wrong, Japanese planes have not been used to escorting escorts for a long time!"

Unlike Japanese pilots, Chinese pilots are more precious than airplanes, so for a long time, Chinese troops preferred to endure the bombing of the Japanese rather than take off planes to fight an uncertain war of attrition. This made the Japanese Army Air Force think for a long time that it had eliminated the Chinese Air Force, so it sent a large number of pilots to fight in the Pacific Theater.

By the time the Japanese pilots were reduced to novices, Chinese planes appeared in the sky again. The pilots who flew these repaired ME-109Cs and US-aided P-40 fighters were all veterans who had participated in the Battle of Songhu, and they were naturally more familiar with air combat than Japanese pilots. Therefore, of course, the Chinese pilots have a better advantage in air battles, and can even play a local advantage.

After hearing Wang Guangfu's prompt, the four ME-109C fighters that arrived in the pre-airspace first decided not to conduct an interception operation first, but to wait for the 10 P-40 fighters behind them to arrive before launching an attack together. As time passed, the encounter between 14 Chinese planes and 15 Japanese fighters started very suddenly.

When the P-40 fighter arrived on the battlefield, Ozawa Nakasa realized that he had underestimated the strength of the Chinese combat aircraft after all. He always thought that the Chinese only had about 10 fighters that could still fly, but there were already 10 Chinese planes in front of him, but he had not seen those deadly ME-109C fighters.

He knew that the 10 KI-43 fighters escorting around the Swallowing Dragon bombers did not have much combat capability at all, because those pilots were rookies with no real combat experience. The only one who can really fight a tough battle is the high-altitude hunting formation piloted by the five veterans around him, and it is obvious that if he does not rush down to help now, the Japanese plane may suffer another loss.

"Yaga!" Gritting his back teeth, Ozawa Nakasa finally decided to descend to give his enemy a deadly attack: "Follow me! Let's go and shoot down the fighter piloted by these Shina people! Long live the Great Japanese Empire! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

He pushed the control stick and piloted his plane into a dive maneuver, and the Japanese pilots behind him also obeyed his orders and began to dive towards the Chinese P-40 fighters. For a while, the roar of the engine echoed in his ears, and he had already begun to choose which Chinese plane to shoot down.

The P-40 fighter formation, which was the first to attack China, apparently did not notice the danger coming, and they were still biting the Japanese escort fighter formation's incessant attack, which had already knocked a Japanese bomber into thick smoke. These Japanese pilots had very limited combat experience and could only do a few regular dispersal maneuvers, making it very easy for Chinese pilots to find flaws.

Soon a KI-43 fighter was hit by the P-40 fighter of the Chinese Air Force, and it began to descend to its altitude in smoke, and a Chinese plane pursued it relentlessly, but at this time the P-40 fighter pilot's headset sounded a prompt sound: "Japanese planes! They are diving! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Li ......

Before the voice could finish shouting, the P-40 fighter pilot, surnamed Lee, had already had its wings broken by a Japanese plane. The Japanese fighters who had just joined the battle circle were obviously not the presence that these P-40 fighter pilots could deal with, and it was just a round trip that the two Chinese fighters fell to the ground in smoke.

Wang Guangfu piloted his ME-109C fighter and also began to dive and bit the tail of the last Japanese fighter to dive, and the other party apparently spotted the ME-109C fighter that rushed down the clouds, and it began to roll sideways, trying to use the high-speed steering to get rid of the heavier ME-109C fighter.

However, Wang Guangfu, who was following him, did not hesitate, he also followed the other party and began to roll, making almost the same difficult movements. For a while, because of the centrifugal force, Wang Guangfu's qi and blood surged, and he endured the uncomfortable feeling, and followed behind the Japanese fighter to try to aim his nose at the enemy who had already entered the firing range.

He took aim intently, and then suddenly pulled the trigger, and the gun trajectory of the ME-109C fighter's nose was very beautiful, and the tracer bullet drew a graceful arc in the air, leaving holes in the wings of the Japanese plane. Then Wang Guangfu's fighter jet deviated from the trajectory of the Japanese plane, and the perspective also made him no longer able to see the Japanese plane that he hit.

"Captain, good fight! You hit him! You hit him!" the wingman who followed him shouted happily, but soon he didn't have the energy to shout anymore, because Ozawa Nakasa's fighter bit the wingman's tail and was attacking the ME-109C fighter with a frantic machine gun fire.

Wang Guangfu pulled up his fighter jet, then went around the flight path of his wingman, and aimed his nose at the fighter piloted by Ozawa, but after the opponent injured his target, he immediately detached himself from the flight trajectory and began to climb towards the clouds very cunningly. Wang Guangfu saw his wingman parachuting out of fire, so he could only turn the nose of the plane and lock on to a nimble Japanese plane again, brewing a sneak attack from the side

Soon he achieved his second record of the day, the Japanese plane that was busy fighting with a Chinese P-40 fighter did not have a premonition of the coming danger, and was beaten by Wang Guangfu, the pilot lay on his dashboard with a bloody face, and the plane suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Before Wang Guangfu could rejoice that he could shoot down two more Japanese planes, Ozawa Nakasa, who had just climbed into the clouds, swooped over with his fighter jet, and he regained his altitude in order to use high speed to kill the battle group again. And he also found his target, which is the ME-109C fighter piloted by Wang Guangfu.

He pressed the reticle of his shooting scope against the fuselage of Wang Guangfu's fighter jet, and then sneered and pressed down the fire switch. The machine gun in the nose began to shoot out tongues of fire, and when the tracer bullet was about to hit Wang Guangfu, Wang Guangfu's plane instantly flew to the right, dodging most of the ammunition.

The two planes passed by, and Wang Guangfu's cabin glass was punched a hole by bullets, and several bullet holes were left in the wings. He looked at his bleeding shoulder, and then piloted his plane back to as smooth as he could. And by this time, two P-40s had already shot down two more Japanese KI-43 fighters. The battlefield was full of plummeting planes dragging smoke, both Chinese and Japanese, and both sides seemed to have paid a price they were unwilling to bear, losing pilots and fighters that they could not afford to lose.

Ozawa piloted his plane, and after a short circle, he found the plane piloted by the injured Wang Guangfu, he did not know what kind of responsibility he was responsible for this battle, and he was now only thinking about shooting down the opponent's plane and redeeming the humiliation he had suffered.