Boss Yang attaches great importance to the first battle of Liu Ye. This group of pilots have been training for more than three months in Sichuan's training center. The main tactics have been basically determined. In fact, this thing is a method to attack propeller aircraft, raid at high altitude, and fail to hit a single blow and then continue. Anyway, no matter what, the altitude difference between the two is 5,000 meters and the speed difference of 500 kilometers, can make Liu Ye invincible. What is left is nothing more than the technical problems of the pilot.

Just as the Japanese fleet that took off from Seoul flew more than a hundred kilometers, it was discovered by Yantai's shore-based radar. Twenty Sixth Masters who had been hastily inspected and then took off one after another. Looking at the new aircraft with scorching tail flames behind them and piercing the sky like a sharp sword, the ground crew and pilots at Yantai Airport were almost stunned. Qin Yu took out a cigarette with a flattering smile and handed it to the colonel, lit a cigarette for him and asked, "How many new aircraft can fly?"

The colonel took a bite with satisfaction, spitted a smoke ring and said reservedly: "Supersound."

Qin Yu opened his mouth wide and the lighter fell to the ground.

The colonel was satisfied with this effect and continued: "But the speed above is prohibited from flying at such a speed, which is too fast for the pilot to react. In addition, if you need to turn on the force, it will shorten the engine's service life."

"Hurry, take your people and take off quickly and see how they fought." Qin Yu suddenly reacted and shouted to He Hui who was close to him. He Hui also woke up and quickly ordered his thunder to take off and watch the battle.

The Japanese army was running towards the bombardment in a fierce manner, consisting of sixty-type one-type land warfare, forty-Nine-Seventh-type explosions and twenty latest Hundred-type explosions. However, the so-called Hundred-type explosions of the Japanese army, to put it bluntly, is the Martin B10 level, with no ammunition capacity much stronger than the two-body demons. Compared with the Liberator, it is completely a kind of garbage, but the names are very loud. Like the Hundred-type movements, they are named as the dragon-swalking bull*.

These 120 aircraft were flying carefully in the sky. As the main opponents who had been confronting each other for many years, they were also very clear about the strength of Yantai and Mouping airports. One wing's Thunder was half a new and improved type, and the one wing's Skyhawk dive bomber. There were 200 combat aircraft in total. In fact, they did not have the advantage this time, but there was no way. Ryukari Takashi refused to dispatch the Kwantung Army's planes on the pretext of defending Shenyang, so only the Korean Army's planes did this job alone.

"Just, please be careful. We have entered the enemy radar monitoring range, be careful!" Colonel Matsumoto, who led the team, shouted on the radio. Chinese radar has been used for so many years, and some Japanese people in Nanjing are hidden friendly people, and they basically understand the specific performance. Of course, understanding does not mean that there is a way to deal with it. In fact, the Japanese have been helpless about this kind of radar with a search distance of more than 150 kilometers.

However, there is no need to be too nervous at this time. Even if the Chinese Air Force aircraft take off immediately, it will take more than ten minutes to encounter both sides. However, this time Colonel Matsumoto didn't know that their opponent had changed.

Five minutes later.

"Enemy plane!" With the screams of a Japanese pilot, a new era in the history of human war began.

Twenty sixth masters who dived from a height of 10,000 meters started the tusha against the Japanese planes lined up in an orderly formation below. Yang Feng's sixth masters have a relatively large difference from the original version. First of all, the firepower is completely different, a 23-mm single-barrel navigator and four 12-7 mm machine guns. The most important point is that semi-automatic radar sights are installed, which are the things used on the sword. A gyro sight and a radar range measurement. Of course, the performance of this set of things is definitely much more mature than that of the sword.

In fact, when Chen Fei built this batch of aircraft for him, he once advised him to simply create a simplified version of the hotline, but Yang Feng refused. He felt a little shocking to use this thing, let alone a hotline. Although this set of semi-automatic sights felt very long-lasting, it was already very useful for aircraft at World War II level. Sixth Master, who was rushing down like a golden eagle, opened fire almost at the same time before the Japanese army had dispersed.

"Scatter, spread!" Colonel Matsumoto roared like crazy. Unfortunately, these strange planes that suddenly appeared without propellers were too fast, and they did not give them time to react. Those one-style land battles were better, and they were scattered like a group of frightened birds, but even so, nearly ten were blown up by the air.

The bombers loaded with bombs had no room for resistance. The heavy bodies swung clumsily and turned to try to avoid the raptors that were ejecting death, but then thick smoke came out from their bodies one by one, especially those who were directly hit by the cannon, and they were blown to pieces.

Almost in a blink of an eye, it was like a rain of fire, and the wreckage of more than 20 Japanese planes exploded and fell to the sea with flames.

Sixth Master, who succeeded in one blow, drew graceful arcs one by one, and the Japanese fighter planes below tried to chase them at the same time. Unfortunately, even if they increased the maximum horsepower, they could only watch the enemy move away happily and quickly rose to a height that they could not reach. Colonel Matsumoto and his men did not even have the chance to shoot.

Colonel Matsumoto was so scared that he felt cold sweat on his head. He naturally understood that these planes were not leaving.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat immediately!" He also knew that under such speed and height gap, the battle would become one-sided tusha, of course they were the ones who were tusha.

The remaining Japanese planes in the sky immediately began to turn around in chaos, and the bombers hurriedly threw all the bombs down. But at this moment, the terrifying monsters appeared again. Colonel Matsumoto desperately controlled the plane and kept twisting in the sky, almost so tired that his arms were weak before avoiding this round of attacks. However, many of his subordinates did not have such good luck. Seven or eight more were shot down, and the sky was full of explosion wreckage.

"The whole part is spread out, and the more you divide it, the better." Matsumoto roared. This kind of battle without resistance, the more you gather together, the greater the loss. You may be able to escape from your life in dispersion. At this time, the third round of attacks began again. Matsumoto was concentrating on manipulating his plane, and actually let him avoid it with his skills. At this time, he also understood that it was not that his skills were too high, but that this kind of plane was too fast. To put it bluntly, the gap between the two sides was too big, so big that the other pilot himself was not very adaptable. It was like a strong man punching a child, because of the habitual height, but a strong man was a strong man after all. As long as he adapted to the rhythm a little, his death period would come.

At this time, Colonel Matsumoto didn't have time to care about others' lives and death. He lowered his head and dived towards the sea. He wanted to get rid of the enemy by flying at an ultra-low altitude. Such an aircraft was so fast that it would definitely not be as agile as his own. As long as the combat altitude was lowered, it was so low that it would fly close to the sea. Maybe the other party would let him go because he was worried that it would be too fast to dive and he wouldn't have time to pull him up and hit the sea.

But it was obvious that the pilot above his head was also angry that he had not shot the plane down three times. He followed him without hesitation, and then all the firepower was fully activated. Matsumoto turned around and the round was empty again. But at this time, Matsumoto had no strength to continue playing like this. The feeling of passing death lasted four times. No matter how good the psychological quality was, it could not stand it. Moreover, controlling the plane was a stamina, especially this extraordinary maneuver, which was a triple test of the pilot's technology, physical strength, and psychology. Of course, it could also be said to be a torture. Now Matsumoto's hands were trembling, and he was a little dizzy when he looked at the sea in front of him.

At this moment, the plane pounced down for the fifth time. This time, Matsumoto tried his best to control the plane and hid aside, but unfortunately his movements slowed down for a moment, and this time it killed him. A series of machine gun bullets roared and cut off one of his wings. This style of land warfare then hit the sea, instantly smashing itself into pieces.

Among the thunder aircraft group watching the battle from a distance, Chinese pilots were trembling with chills. To be honest, they were all playing with planes, and they could guess what was going on. This Japanese pilot is definitely a top expert. There are not many Chinese pilots who are confident that they can do this level, but just such a top expert was exhausted from air combat.

Until his death, he had no chance to confront his opponent head-on, and he didn't even shoot a bullet. From the beginning of the war, he ran away in front of the enemy until he had no room to escape.

Looking at the monsters in the air roaring in the sky chasing the remaining Japanese planes, all the Chinese pilots couldn't help swallowing with difficulty.

One hundred and twenty Japanese planes, but they could not escape. The farthest one had already seen the coast of North Korea, but they were still shot down by the Sixth Master who was chasing them. One of the Sixth Masters bullets was even shot out. They swept down and used their wings to play a super low-altitude land battle directly into the sea. Then the twenty Sixth Masters turned around like a golden eagle patrolling the territory and turned back to the airport. One of the planes was obviously too excited. Suddenly, they opened the aftermath and exceeded the speed of sound. Looking at the dazzling sound cone at the transsonic speed behind him and the sound boom that resounded through the sea, the eyes of the pilots on the thunder almost shot onto the cockpit glass.

Of course, after the pilot returned, he was locked up in a small dark room for a week, so no one cared about this.

At this moment, an unprecedented sea-air war in the East China Sea had just begun. (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!