For the black player Hohiko, there are only two options in front of him now.

Either they will attack decisively and retreat immediately after the wave, or maybe there will be a chance to retreat to safe airspace before the enemy's air force arrives on the battlefield.

There were drawbacks to this option, as his instincts kept reminding him that there was a high probability that the enemy below was hiding behind him.

The second is to continue to test until the Eighth Route Army can't hold its breath and takes out all the hole cards.

The risk of this option is not small, after all, they are not playing at home and time waits for no one.

The 1st Air Division of the Eighth Route Army may arrive on the battlefield at any time, and once it is bitten by those locust-like guys, the slower light explosive flying team is estimated to have to stay.

After weighing the pros and cons, Kurohiko made the final decision with difficulty.

The old devil gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and ordered murderously in the communication channel:

"The general offensive begins! The 47th and 48th Squadrons of Independent Flying were responsible for pinning down the enemy's air defense positions. Bombs can be used to run out, but at least half of them should be left in case something unexpected happens! ”

"Light explosions are free to choose their targets, but they must be dominated by large fortifications, and you must also leave a third of your bullets for self-defense."

"We have five minutes left, and when the time is up, everyone must retreat according to the predetermined route!"

"Hey!"

As soon as the enemy plane in the sky made a strange move, Regiment Commander Liu of the antiaircraft artillery regiment showed an excited expression.

Five minutes had passed since the battle began, and the enemy had never made up his mind to launch an attack on a large scale, and he even felt like he could only play a supporting role today.

Finally, patience paid off, and now is the perfect time for them to show their strengths!

"Fire! All fire! ”

"Shoot down all the devils' planes!"

After receiving the order of its own regimental commander, the artillery crew, which had been hiding in the frontal position, immediately removed its camouflage.

Sixteen Hatch Kaith 25-mm and nine Schneider 37-mm anti-aircraft guns opened fire in unison, and a denser network of fire than before instantly enveloped the swooping army fighters.

The first target of the fighters was naturally those Ninety-Seven Light Explosions that were a little farther away.

The bomb load of this thing is not small, and if they are allowed to bomb the fortifications on the outskirts of the city, it will inevitably cause problems in the subsequent defensive war.

What's more, the flexibility of the 97 light explosion is slightly worse, and it is much easier to fight than those slippery fighters.

"Boom! Rumble! ”

After a loud bang, the two dive bombers turned into fireballs in the air for a thousand meters, and then planted straight into the ground.

It's not that the devil's pilots are slow to react, it's mainly that the fighters are tricky enough to launch an attack.

At an altitude of less than 2,000 meters, the pilot was not given a chance to maneuver at all, and the barrel of the cannon was almost slammed into someone's mouth.

The sudden explosion made the black general Baohiko, who was still fighting with the anti-aircraft artillery position, stunned for half a second, and he even almost hit an oncoming shell.

At this time, the old devil's expression was very exciting, and he quickly switched between dazed, angry, and shocked.

"Nani?"

"The enemy really still has a hidden hand, and they still have a batch of anti-aircraft guns?"

At a loss, it is because the Eighth Route Army has changed too much.

It has been less than a year since he returned to his homeland, and he has only studied new tactics for a while at the Akeno Flight School and the Navy's Yokosuka Air Force.

After coming back, Tubalu became a rich man, and his field air defense ability was even more fierce than that of the Empire's A Division.

Anger and shock because the enemy really looks down on him.

In the face of the attack of the five flying squadrons, and his elaborate multiple feint tactics, the commander of the Eighth Route Army below actually dared to leave a reserve.

Although in this patient confrontation, the black general Bao Yanche was completely defeated by Captain Liu. But as one of the few ace pilots of the Army Airlines, the devil was very unconvinced.

However, there is no extra time to vent his emotions at this moment, every second is important in the rapid changes on the battlefield, and the team members are still waiting for the next battle order.

After a short period of thought, the black general Hohiko commanded in the communication channel:

"The general plan remains the same, and the Light Explosive Flying Team continues to attack freely."

"The 47th and 48th squadrons of independent flight, we must destroy the enemy's air defense positions! Either the enemy dies or I die. ”

Now all fighters are at a very low altitude, and forcibly changing to a dive means that you need to fly at a low altitude. In the face of an unreasonable number of anti-aircraft artillery groups, exposing the belly of the aircraft is no different from committing suicide by seppuku.

Instead of dying in vain, it is better to destroy the air defense positions of the Eighth Route Army as much as possible and forcibly complete the current task.

When the words fell, this devil Shaozuo was secretly ruthless. He maintained his dive while dodging the oncoming shells, and even found an opportunity to strafe the ground.

With the lead of the commander, the rest of the devils also made the same choice, and continued to carry out the task of attracting firepower in the face of the metal storm in the sky.

The devil in 1941 was still at his peak in terms of fighting will and personal quality.

Otherwise, maybe there will be a talent similar to Yuji Sasaki on the battlefield, performing the unique skill of being loyal to the locust nine times.

Moreover, the positions arranged by the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region on the outskirts of Datong are large enough to accommodate 63 planes to fight at the same time.

If it is like in a certain ship world, a group of planes must divide several waves of attack, and you may have to shoot down how many anti-aircraft guns on the ground.

When the devils launched an attack hysterically, the various artillery groups of the Eighth Route Army were fighting more and more smoothly, and the overall performance was very calm.

The initial panic was due to the fact that the fighters really had little experience. At best, they aim rigidly, and it is not easy to understand the advance calculation.

After all, everyone used to be infantry, and they only had some experience in hitting planes with light and heavy machine guns.

However, battlefield experience is such a thing, and it is all fought in actual combat. The tacit understanding between the members of the artillery crew requires everyone to go through the test of blood and fire.

After firing hundreds of shells in a few minutes, many veterans were already on the right track, and even corrected some of the wrong habits of training on the spot.

Accompanied by the firing of anti-aircraft guns and the roar of the piston engines of various types of aircraft, the battle between the anti-aircraft artillery regiment and the two flying squadrons officially entered a white heat.

Thirty-four puffs of dust rose from the positions of the anti-aircraft artillery regiments, and several artillery groups were enveloped in smoke.

And then, and then it was gone

The two squadrons led by Black General Baoyan were experimental units, and their Type 1 Fighting Falcon and Type 2 Zhong Kui were Ki-43 Type 1 A and Ki-44 prototype prototypes, respectively.

The former can hang two Type 92 15-kilogram bombs, while the latter does not even have a pylon.

Counting on this weapon, how to bomb the air defense positions carefully prepared by the Eighth Route Army? Does it depend on the cohesion of Xuanhu?

You sing and I'll appear.

After the three-plate axe of the devil was finished, the counterattack power of the anti-aircraft artillery regiment reached the extreme. From time to time, a fighter plane will be blown up in the air, after all, bulletproof steel plates cannot stop shells above 25 mm.

In just one round of continuous output, the devil lost five ninety-seven single light and two one-type Fighting Falcons.

The remaining planes are also more or less colored, and whether or not they will affect the piloting and combat operations depends on the pilots' cultivation.

Looking at the anti-aircraft artillery position below that had been strafed by himself, and then at the left flank, which was not too badly damaged, the black general Baoyan clenched his fists very unwillingly.

Without him, I really can't lick it.

Two 12.7 and two 7.7 mm aviation machine guns alone could not cause any substantial damage to the Eighth Route Army.

After a moment, the old devil almost squeezed a command from between his teeth.

"All of them, retreat!"

"There's no need for us to continue fighting, today's goal is barely accomplished."

As soon as these words came out, the members of the various flying squadrons couldn't wait to leave the battlefield. No one wants to fight such a humiliating battle, it's like smashing every punch into cotton.

Fortunately, the confrontation just now was not without gains, they at least disrupted the rhythm of the Eighth Route Army's anti-aircraft artillery, and won the opportunity for the current evacuation.

After consuming some of the machine gun bullets and all the aerial bombs, the mobility of the three Devil fighters has increased slightly.

In the pre-set plan, the survivors would make a big maneuver over Datong and then retreat to the area around Jining, Fengzhen.

Seeing that the enemies were preparing to flee, Regiment Commander Liu's eyes were red and he picked up the communicator and called the friendly soldiers. If the black general Baoyan and his party want to retreat smoothly, they will have to pass through the territory of the other two regiments.

"Lao Wang, Lao Zhang!"

"The devils are going to run! They're going to pass through your zone! You must not let the enemy go comfortably! ”

Enemy planes are in a hurry to get out of the situation, and they will certainly not fall in love with or meet them.

In a sense, this is a good time to collect tolls. Who wouldn't like an opponent who can't fight back and scold and doesn't fight back?

"Roger!"

"Don't worry! I've been waiting for it for a long time! ”

The movement on the main frontal position is not small, and every move there affects the hearts of the comrades.

Seeing that the enemy was retreating, the two regiment commanders immediately ordered the artillery groups to prepare for battle. Shanxi is the territory of the Eighth Route Army, how can you let you come and go.

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When the city and the positions on the left flank blocked enemy aircraft, the regimental deputy had already arrived at the command post with a loss report.

"Commander, our loss this time is quite acceptable. A fierce battle was fought, and a total of seven positions were damaged to varying degrees. ”

"In the current statistics, there are 68 people who are seriously and lightly injured, and they have been sent to the hospital in the county town by stretchers. Seven soldiers were killed, and their bodies had been collected. ”

After hearing the report, Head Liu's face was full of bitterness.

The devil is not a human being, and when he dies, he dies. They don't have a father or a mother, so naturally no one will feel distressed.

Their own fighters are different, and each of them is a good comrade of flesh and blood. Seventy-five casualties were killed and wounded in a ten-minute battle, and he was really uncomfortable as a regiment commander.

As if seeing the self-blame of the regiment commander, the regiment deputy patted the other party's thick shoulder, and then comforted:

"Regiment commander, the gains of our regiment in this battle are not small. In addition to the two planes that were shot down in the initial raid, we fought seven more planes in the subsequent battles. ”

"Nine planes, it was something that I couldn't have imagined before, and the sacrifices of the comrades were not in vain!"

"Through the battle just now, we have also summed up a lot of experience. If there is a chance to fight against enemy planes next time, the fighters will definitely go to the next level! ”

"Good! We must avenge our comrades! ”

In addition to the results of the hard training of the fighters, the optical sights on the 37-mm anti-aircraft gun also played an important role.

Compared to the simple mechanical sights on the Hatch Chase 25mm gun, the optical sights greatly improved the efficiency of the individual gun crews. Of the nine that were shot down, six were shot down by 37 guns.

Perhaps one day in the future, the anti-aircraft artillery unit of the Eighth Route Army will have a 37-mm anti-aircraft gun with ten red stars engraved on its shield.

As if thinking of something, the deputy of the regiment suddenly asked before leaving:

"Regiment Commander, I heard that Director Huang has prepared a new weapon for us, which should be a larger-caliber anti-aircraft gun."

Unlike ordinary soldiers, the commanders of the three main anti-aircraft artillery regiments had to go to the headquarters for training. Again, they will hear some rumors about new weapons more or less in the meantime.

After all, the Taiyuan Arsenal is also near the headquarters, which is the production place of all anti-aircraft artillery.

"Well, that's true."

"But I'm also hearsay, it seems to be a 75mm anti-aircraft gun."

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After officially evacuating the Datong airspace, the black general Bao Yan breathed a long sigh of relief.

The process of this operation was too bumpy, and the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery units alone exhausted them, and he even had a feeling of simulating a battle with a naval red deer.

Only now did the old devil understand a few things, that is, why the First Army was completely wiped out in Shanxi, and why the troops directly under the Mongolian Army and the North China Front Army were like facing a great enemy.

Without him, the Eighth Route Army is too strong.

After a few moments, Kurohiko looked at his car.

Regarding the performance of the two-style Zhong Kui today, objectively speaking, it is quite good.

Compared with the Type 97 fighter, it is simply a powerful power beast, and it can do everything at the speed of diving, climbing, and rolling.

The shortcomings are also obvious, the first of which is the lack of firepower.

As long as this fighter is equipped with a 20mm cannon, there will be no embarrassing scene of licking and not moving. Even if the overall reserve ammunition was less, he dared to fight the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery positions alone.

The second is that it is a little difficult to drive, and the forward vision can be used to act poorly.

After summing up, the black general Hohiko picked up the communicator at hand and said to the survivors of the 47th and 48th squadrons:

"Rest assured, my lords, our speed is too fast for the enemy's Hurricane fighters to catch up. In other words, we are in a very safe position right now. ”

Without waiting for the team members to reply, the old devil continued:

"In the process of returning home, I need you to recall the piloting experience just now, and think about the advantages and disadvantages of the new fighter, which is the ultimate goal of our trip."

"Whether it is fighting with Britain and the United States, or with the Eighth Route Army of the Republic of China, we need to continuously improve the performance of aircraft!"

(End of chapter)