The news of the air battle at the front was sent back by Changsun Hong, and the two colonel fighter pilots did not have time to report the combat situation, so they could only let Changsun Hong, a "bystander", report the combat situation.

Listening to Chang Beihong's subdued voice coming from the speaker, Huang Xiaotian and Yan Yulong felt as if they were sitting next to the radio and listening to the live commentary of a polo match. It's really interesting, except that polo doesn't cost lives, and on the battlefield to the south, the loser loses his life.

“…… What is that? U.S. bombers, Yuwen Trilei they went up, they fought well, five bombers were shot down in the first round of attacks, and another one, no, it was two, beautiful, really beautiful. Wang Zhihua and the others also went up, and the US fighter planes were fleeing...... Damn, Wang Zhihua, bastard......"

Nagabiehiro's explanation was suddenly interrupted, and finally there was a noise, and everyone became nervous, it seemed that Changbiehong's plane was attacked by U.S. fighters.

“…… It's dangerous, damn, Wang Zhihua, you kid keep an eye on it, if you can't go back, the ghost won't let you go! I'm sorry, there was a delay in front, the US fighters have been driven away, probably only a dozen or so have escaped, there is no threat to us, there are already at least six squadrons of fighters attacking the US bombers, beautiful, another one, how many US bombers have been shot down in total? Wait, let me count ......"

"Damn, when Eldest Sun Hong comes back, you go and enlighten him!" Huang Xiaotian scolded in a low voice, and then laughed too, "This bastard, treat the war as a game, be careful that I let him report to General Luo Jinming!" ”

"This kid is a bastard, but his explanations are on point, aren't they?" Yan Yulong was also laughing, maybe Changsun Hong really regarded the battle as a game.

"Are our radar alerts in place?" Huang Xiaotian didn't joke anymore, now is the time when the fleet is life and death. It is impossible for Yuwen Cui Lei and Wang Zhihua to intercept all the US bombers, and in the end it depends on how many enemy planes the fleet's air defense fighters and anti-aircraft guns can shoot down.

"We're rushing over, and we'll be to the south of the fleet in about half an hour."

"Let Zhu Cheng and them all concentrate on the south side of the fleet, under the direct command of the radar alert ship, and try to extend the interception distance." Huang Xiaotian glanced at the navigation clock, "The US bombers will arrive within an hour, I hope our transfer speed is fast enough, and it would be best to avoid the US bombers." ”

"When will the fleet go into air defense?" Yan Yulong knew that this luxury was impossible to achieve. After the US bomber group was dispersed, it was even more difficult to avoid.

"After half an hour, the air defense warships are deployed to the south of the fleet as much as possible, and in addition, do not ignore the danger of the flanks."

Yan Yulong immediately called the staff officer in charge of the air defense of the fleet to adjust the positions of the warships in the fleet. This is one of his main jobs, and under normal circumstances, Huang Xiaotian will not meddle in the combat operations of air defense warships.

At this time, Task Force 4 was heading southeast, so that the bomber group could fly about 40 nautical miles less when it returned. Meantime. The fleet was able to leave the exposed seas again. Try to avoid American bombers. Huang Xiaotian could only hope that the US bombers had not been able to find the Fourth Task Force by the time they reached their maximum flight radius, and then they would drop the bombs and torpedoes they were carrying and return to the Fifth Fleet. It's a real luxury. If the U.S. pilots were to see death as if they were home, then Task Force 4 would certainly have caught up. But the question is, will the pilots of the US military regard death as their final destination one by one? Maybe, maybe not.

More than 200 nautical miles to the south, the fighter group commanded by Yuwen Cui Lei was like a lion rushing into a flock of sheep, and one US bomber after another was shot down, and the US bombers that were not shot down were also fleeing in a hurry, and some bombers even dropped their bombs in advance to avoid being attacked. This is a good trick, and those fighter pilots rarely attack bombers that have dropped bombs or torpedoes.

Wang Zhihua is much more shrewd than Yuwen Cui Lei. The fighters he commanded were like wolves, not attacking the US bomber group, but following behind the Yuwen Cui Lei plane, specially selecting those US bombers that were lone and still flying north. In less than 10 minutes, Wang Zhihua used less than 100 shells to kill 5 SB3Cs, while Yuwen Cui Lei used up half of the ammunition and only killed 8 enemy planes. From this point of view, Wang Zhihua is obviously much smarter than Yuwen Cui Lei.

Under the strangulation of two strands of fighters. The US bomber group was defeated, and the US bomber groups that took off one after another did not dare to form a large formation, but dispersed and advanced in squadrons and even small squadrons, which not only increased the flight distance, but also could only disperse and assault when they reached the sky over the Fourth Task Force, and it was difficult to concentrate their forces on tearing apart the air defense network of the Fourth Task Force in one direction, and this was precisely the purpose of Huang Xiaotian asking Yuwen Cui Lei to attack the US bomber group. From this point of view, Huang Xiaotian is indeed very good at commanding aviation operations.

At ten o'clock at nine, just when Yuwen Trilei had already killed at least 16 American fighters, he finally saw the Fifth Fleet in front of him. To the north of the Fifth Fleet was Task Force 51, and by this time the three carriers had returned to the core of the formation and were not allowing bombers to take off. Yuwen Cui Lei even saw that the US officers and soldiers on the aircraft carrier were pushing the TBF and SB3C, which were hung with torpedoes and bombs and had not yet had time to be ejected, into the sea. Obviously, the Yankees know very well that if the aircraft carrier is bombed, then it is not the bombs dropped by enemy aircraft that will eventually blow up the aircraft carrier, but the torpedoes and bombs hanging from those bombers parked on the flight deck!

The U.S. fighter jets also killed at this time, but the first thing they encountered was not Yuwen Cui Lei and them, but Wang Zhihua's group of planes following behind. The US fighters were not able to detect the "Golden Eagles" that had rushed into the bomber group in time, but were the first to see another batch of "Golden Eagles" following behind. Air battles broke out again.

"Colonel, Wang Zhihua, they are under siege, let's go over and help!"

"No problem, now look at what Wang Zhihua still dares to say in front of us, after going back, we must let him have a treat!" Yuwen Trilei was already very excited, and he also noticed that in the previous battle, he had already knocked out sixty percent of the shells. "Look for the long plane of the enemy plane first. Don't mess with the minions, kill their leader! ”

Numerically speaking, the US fighter has an absolute superiority. At this time, there were only 18 fighters in the group commanded by Yuwen Cui Lei, and there were only 44 fighters in Wang Zhihua's group, and there were more than 80 US fighters surrounding him, and dozens of F6Fs were coming from all directions. Spruance threw four battalions of fighters into the fleet air defense mission, and that was about 120 fighters. That's twice the number of escort fighters!

"Yuwen, don't entangle with the Yankees, you go and cover the bomber group, and we will deal with their fighters!" Wang Zhihua has not fainted yet, he is very clear about the situation in front of him, "We try to entangle the US fighters, Yuwen, whether we can kill the Fifth Fleet depends on whether you can successfully cover the bomber penetration." ”

"No problem, be careful, kid. We're waiting for you! ”

"The old rules. Whoever has less is in for a treat! ”

"That's good, you're going to lose this time!" Yuwen Cui Lei laughed, it was an unwritten rule they set to determine who was entertaining by comparing their records. In the past, eight out of ten times were Yuwen Cui Lei's treats, but this time he was very confident that he had shot down the eleventh enemy plane, and I am afraid that Wang Zhihua would not be able to surpass him this time.

Wang Zhihua didn't play with his life, he didn't think about the question of who would treat him, and in the case of being besieged by several F6Fs, I'm afraid that no one would think of anything related to the battle, or even think about it, but rely on intuition and instinct to fight. Wang Zhihua is such a pilot. The dozens of battle mark marks on the hood of his landline plane are like a gorgeous flower, attracting "bees". At least 4 F6F pilots noticed the super ace pilot's landline, and if it weren't for the wingman's several clearances, Wang Zhihua would have been shot down several times.

"Colonel, pay attention to the right, damn it, left, turn right!" The wingman is Wang Zhihua's other pair of eyes, when Wang Zhihua can't take care of all directions. The wingman pilot had to provide him with an alert.

Wang Zhihua did not turn right, he instinctively felt that this would fall under the muzzle of another enemy plane, he pulled the fighter up, the speed decreased rapidly, and the two F6F following him immediately rushed to the front, after completing the turn of the bucket, Wang Zhihua immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and at the same time bit an F6F that was turning towards him, just when the enemy plane was about to go around the back of Wang Zhihua's ass again, the four 20-mm machine guns on the "Golden Eagle" spat out tongues of fire, The shells instantly enveloped the F6F, and this enemy aircraft could no longer pose a threat to Wang Zhihua.

"Beautiful, well played!"

"Damn, it's the ninth, this time I want Yuwen to invite us to drink Xinghua Village!" Wang Zhihua wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he quickly scanned the sky. "Go up first, you stare at the left, I'll look at the right, next time it's time for you to attack!"

"Colonel, I continue to cover you, Xinghua Village, I haven't drunk it in a long time!"

Both of them laughed, Yuwen Cui Lei is still a bachelor, one person is full, the whole family is not hungry, if he wants to treat him, then naturally he can't use cheap wine like Erguotou to deal with it, no matter how you say it, you have to let him have more silver.

The sky seemed to be boiling, hundreds of fighter planes were flying in the air, and the bomber group of the Tang Empire was already approaching. Spruance, who was standing on Cambridge, commander of the "Hancock" aircraft carrier, seemed very calm, but he was extremely nervous, and he clearly realized that the batch of "rookies" he had trained was indeed "rookies," and training could never replace actual combat. No matter how good the performance of those F6F pilots was in training, they were immediately separated from the pilots of the Tang Empire on the battlefield, and the gap was not half a point.

The numerical superiority of two to one only allowed the F6F to barely maintain the situation of being chased by the "Golden Eagle", and at this time there was no way to divide more fighters to intercept the bomber group that was about to arrive. In the sky, the most eye-catching must be those super air combat aces of the Tang Imperial Navy, Wang Zhihua, Yuwen Cui Lei, and more than a dozen other super air combat aces with more than 20 records almost dominate the sky. Very few F6F have been able to play a few tricks with these super trump cards. Often, after a round or two, an F6F will be shot down. The gap in the pilot's capabilities is extremely obvious at this time, and if it were not for the fact that the performance of the F6F is on par with the "Golden Eagle", then this air battle would have ended long ago.

By half past nine, that is, when the bombers arrived, Wang Zhihua had already achieved his 13th record, and Yuwen Cui Lei had also shot down 12 US fighters. Their wingmen also shot down 5 and 8 enemy planes respectively. In other words, these four pilots were responsible for 3% of the results in this air battle!

Wang Zhihua has already set his sights on the 14th target, an F6F that is preparing to attack the bomber, the wingman is following closely behind him, and he did not rush to grab the results, the F6F has no wingman, or rather, this is a wingman, and its long plane has been shot down.

"Staring at my ass, it seems that we can let Yuwen have a treat again!"

The "Golden Eagle" roared and chased after it, and the fuselage of the F6F was put into the aiming ring of the gun, and it became bigger and bigger, and Wang Zhihua could even see the flight cap on the head of the American pilot, as if there was a Stars and Stripes embroidered on it! When he was still 400 meters away from the enemy plane, Wang Zhihua loosened the safety of the gun, and he decided to fire the gun a little closer, so as to save ammunition and improve the hit rate. 380 meters, 350 meters, 330 meters......

"Be careful......

When the 20mm machine gun roared, the wingman pilot also shouted, Wang Zhihua reflexively pulled back the steering stick, and a row of machine gun bullets hit the hood in front of the cockpit windshield, and then, white smoke rose from the engine, and flames also burst out.

"Skydive, skydive—"

Wang Zhihua did not parachute, he quickly glanced at the dashboard, the pointer on the engine's tachometer was rapidly rotating, the pointer on the altimeter was also lowering, and the plane had begun to fall. He struggled to control the fighter and flew towards the north, even if he wanted to parachute, he had to leave the sea area where the Fifth Fleet was located first, so that the seaplane could rescue him!

The wingman followed closely behind Wang Zhihua's landline, and the other two "Golden Eagles" also rushed over to cover the captain's "retreat", at this time, most of the F6F in the sky had been killed!

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