The skies at the end of November were generally hazy, but it was only on the ground, but the winter sun was just as dazzling for the pilots flying over the clouds in fighter planes, at least for Du Changfeng.

At this moment, he was flying a wildcat fighter painted in blue-gray paint in the sky of six thousand meters, Du Changfeng, who was sitting in a leather coat in a sealed cockpit, looked at the dark clouds that kept passing by and pouted helplessly, this day is really boring, it has been several days and I haven't even seen a Japanese plane, don't the Japanese plan to get the field back?

After the recovery of Hangzhou, it seems that the Japanese planes really disappeared in the sky of Zhejiang. Even the occasional sortie is sneaky, and once they find the Huaxia fighters, they disappear like frightened rabbits, often scolding the pilots who sharpen their knives so much.

With the recovery of most areas of Zhejiang, the 202nd Army began to have more places to garrison, and felt that the ground troops were somewhat insufficient, so the task of the flight group also began to be heavy, and Du Changfeng's squadron now worked to hang a 200-liter auxiliary fuel tank on the belly of the aircraft, and then patrol along the pre-divided area. If the infantry called for air support on the way, he would also rush to the starting point, strafe the ground a few times, disperse the Japanese rout, and when the fuel was almost used up, he would return to the airfield, eat and sleep, and then take off again to patrol until dark.

Only a week has passed like this, Du Changfeng feels a little unbearable, the days are too monotonous, this is not the life he Du Changfeng wants, he joined the flying team with all his hard work is not to be a nanny for the infantry, but several times he asked to take the initiative to cross the border to carry out safari missions were rejected, which made him so depressed.

"Wildcat 05, put the throttle valve away, your speed is too fast, if you run into a rout or a Japanese bunker, maybe you can have a good time!" The voice of wingman Cheng Xun came to his ears.

Cheng Xun's words made Du Changfeng's heart happy, although the days of patrol seem boring, but it is also a kind of grinding for pilots, at least after patrolling for a period of time, Du Changfeng found that his patience has become much better, if he can meet the Japanese pillbox during the patrol, it is more pleasant, as long as a dive and then six powerful Browning machine guns a salvo, those civil structure pillboxes will immediately collapse, and then a charge of the ground forces can solve the problem, Every time he heard the cheering appearance of the ground troops, he felt an indescribable sense of pride.

"Those soft-footed shrimp on the ground are nothing to fight, I hope to meet the ace pilots of the Japanese army, or even their most elite aircraft, otherwise I will be tired of fighting those rags every day."

Any aspiring pilot will not be satisfied with bullying those ground targets, especially after a long time, it is difficult to mention their interest again, now Du Changfeng's fuselage has been painted with four red sun markers, according to the standards of the flying group, as long as he wins one more result, he is considered an ace pilot.

Since the establishment of the flight brigade, Su Jin has been very concerned about the only air force of the 202nd Army, and often goes down to the unit to chat with the pilots or hold seminars, cheer them up or help them solve family or personal problems, and the treatment of the flight brigade is also the best in the whole army, even the armored regiment known as the land tiger is much inferior. While the soldiers were sweating in the scorching sun or sheltering from the storm in a tattered room in their raincoats, they were still sitting in brick houses or tents enjoying a hearty breakfast.

Whether it's coffee, hot chocolate, cigarettes, luncheon meat, or tea, these pilots are all available as much as they want. When the soldiers of the ground surface team are starving because of transportation problems or enemy artillery blockades, they can still enjoy life by knocking on Erlang's legs, and if they are shot down by enemy planes and parachuting, the ground troops will go out as fast as possible to snatch them back, even if it takes a squad or even a platoon of soldiers to do so.

Although the flying group enjoyed such a high salary, no one felt unfair, because everyone knew that without the sky shield composed of these seemingly delicate guys, the ground forces would not be able to move an inch, and the Japanese planes would easily break the offensive of the ground forces.

Just when Du Changfeng was a little bored, a hurried voice suddenly appeared in the headset: "Please note all units, please note all units, there are a large number of Japanese planes in the No. 5 area of Taizhou, and the ground troops are being attacked, and they urgently need support, and they urgently need support!" ”

The sound from the headset shocked Du Changfeng's spirit, and the Japanese plane finally appeared. For more than half a month, the Japanese planes seemed to have disappeared, except for the occasional encounter with one or two planes that sneaked into Zhejiang like thieves, the Japanese planes seemed to disappear en masse, and all disappeared, this situation once made Du Changfeng think that the Japanese had collectively abandoned the Zhejiang region, which made him feel proud and a little unhappy, this Japanese is too unplanted, only a few battles and then coaxed, is this still the Japanese army that always nostrils to the sky?

He pressed the microphone in his throat: "Eagle's Nest...... Eagle's Nest, I'm Wildcat 05, please repeat the Japanese military position! ”

After the Eagle's Nest repeated the position of the Japanese army, he made a gesture to the wingman who had been flying beside him, and pushed the throttle valve with his left hand, Pratt & Whitney R-1830-36 immediately let out a roar, and the 3.6-ton aircraft shook violently under the impetus of the 1200 horsepower engine, Du Changfeng, who was sitting in the cockpit, felt that the Wildcat fighter speed up significantly with the roar of the engine, and the whole person was pressed on the seat, and the two fighters flew towards the east like arrows from the string.

"The sky of Shina belongs to the Great Japanese Empire!"

Yasui Kuneng Shaozo silently thought while observing the battle below, the opponent's ground forces actually had self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery, which greatly surprised him. And the firepower of those anti-aircraft artillery is also very fierce, after more than ten minutes of observation he found that the ground self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery is divided into two kinds, one is the 20 caliber multi-mounted anti-aircraft gun, although the range of this artillery is not high, but the firepower is extremely ferocious, once the fire will be fired in the sky will play a hot and dazzling barrage, several 97 carrier-based aircraft that could not dodge were blown up by them in this way, but their disadvantage is that the fire continuity is poor, after a round of ammunition it takes a period of time to reload ammunition. There is also a kind of rate of fire, although not as high as the 20 mm caliber anti-aircraft guns, but their range, power and persistence are significantly higher, which also makes the Japanese fighters have to pull away from their range to slowly look for fighters, but their efforts are not without results, under their efforts, there have been six or seven self-propelled guns destroyed by them, as long as these anti-aircraft guns are all destroyed, those Chinese ground troops are the meat on the chopping board for them to cut.

However, Yasui Jiuneng was still a little worried, he looked around, and secretly thought in his heart: "Will the fighter of the Chi Na people still come?" ”

In the air battle just two months ago, the bombing formation he led also took off from the Chicheng aircraft carrier, but it was defeated in the battle with the Chinese, the number of fighters of the Chinese people is not only not less than their formation, but the performance of the fighters is also more excellent, the most impressive thing for Yasui Hisanoshi is that the planes driven by the Chinese people are unusually strong, if they are not hit by the vital point, even if they are hit by more than ten bullets, they can still continue to fight vigorously, On the other hand, the Japanese planes were like fragile turkeys, which would crash in smoke after only a few bullets, and none of the Imperial fighters were their opponents.

But that's a thing of the past, and just last month, the USS Chicheng received a new batch of fighters, the A6M1, the lightest and most agile fighter he had ever seen, and he couldn't believe his eyes when he first flew it. This fighter is so dexterous that he feels like a swallow in the sky when he sits in the cockpit, and this fighter has also achieved a number of Japanese firsts, such as the first fully enclosed retractable landing gear, electric flight suits, large-caliber cannons, constant-speed propellers, ultra-duralumin load-bearing structure, large vision cockpit and disposable large auxiliary fuel tanks and other equipment. Because the Japanese Navy intends to officially equip this fighter in a month, that is, in Showa 15, and this year is exactly the year 2600 of the Japanese Imperial Age, the last two numbers are just "00", so it is called the Zero Fighter, and the official name is the "Zero Carrier-based Fighter".

The test of this fighter has not yet been completed, and the Japanese Navy did not plan to equip this fighter so soon. However, due to the fact that the Japanese air force has suffered successive defeats in the Zhejiang battlefield in the past few months, and the Chicheng, which suffered defeat last time, has to go on a mission again, the Japanese Navy in a hurry decided to give priority to the Chicheng with 12 A6M1 Zero fighters that have not yet been formally finalized, and in more than a month, the Chicheng aircraft carrier has received a total of 12 Zero fighters, and today is the revenge battle of Yasui Kuneng Shaosa.

"Yes, the fighter plane will already come!" Looking at the fierce anti-aircraft fire on the ground and the constantly rising fireballs, Yasui Hisanoshi came to a conclusion with certainty,

Yasui Kune, who was piloting the Zero fighter, was full of expectations at the moment, expecting that he would be able to avenge the attack two months ago, and thirty-two of the fifty-six sorties were shot down, which was the biggest shame in his career.

"Come on, I'm waiting impatiently!" Yasui glanced at the fuel gauge in the lower right corner, and his face was calm and his heart was full of anticipation.

"Attention, the China fighter was spotted at ten o'clock!"

The voice of the pilot in charge of the guard sounded in his ears, Yasui Hisaka's body trembled slightly, and he looked down to the left, and two blue-gray planes appeared in his sight. (To be continued.) )