"Please come back to support quickly!" As soon as Xiao Guangxin saw the plane with a special sign falling directly in the air, his heart couldn't help but feel cold. The six planes just now had been tossing them for half a day, and now they are twenty or thirty. He immediately called in to chase the four planes, which were clearly decoys. Although 8 is not much, it is one that can top one at this time.

As soon as he finished his call, the wingman above his head fell headlong. The comparison of two machine guns and three is still a little worse in terms of firepower.

Xiao Guangxin didn't bother to shout, he directly pulled the plane, and the cocked nose dodged the shot of an opposing plane rushing over.

The eight planes of the opposing side formed two formations and were entangled, while the other four planes were wandering and blocking the attack. They did not seek to annihilate the enemy, but only to obstruct the rescue of the bombers by these fighters.

"All anti-aircraft weapons for anti-aircraft support!" Ryosuke Isoya shouted loudly, but he said that he had never encountered an aircraft attack on the land of China, and that there were few anti-aircraft weapons in a division, so they could only watch the fighters of the vanguard army pounce on the bombers without resistance.

"Da Da Da!" In order to better shoot on the ground, they brought machine guns to the bomber, but the firing angle was narrow, and the flexible BF-109B flashed and flew directly over him. Turning over, with a dive, three machine guns intertwined three metal wires, and swept directly into the body of the Type 93 bomber.

The machine-gun bullet easily pierced through the thin skin of the fuselage and hit the pilot, who was busy dodging. The bomber, which had lost control, spiraled onto the river beach and detonated the ammunition on board with a violent impact

There was a loud bang, and even the water of the Yellow River not far away set off a wave of waves.

Kawada Kuru pulled the plane quickly, but the oncoming plane still swept above him with three chains of fire, three long strings of holes like the eye of a sewing needle, but this was sewing the cloak of death. Machine gun bullets hit the fuel tank and engine, and the sparks and oil and gas came into contact. A large burst of flames burst directly into the air. The splashing fire was shaken far away, and one piece fell directly in front of Hu Minghe, who was watching with his head outstretched.

Startled, he hurriedly shrank back into the fortifications.

"It's spectacular! A big fireball in the sky, such a big one! He looked at it with energy, and gestured with some excitement.

"Turkey!" Huang Huamin, who was also watching, couldn't help but think of a word, when he was in Nanjing, he heard Zhao Shuxing tell a joke, which was said to have been passed from the mouth of the master.

"What?" A loud bang exploded nearby, and his artillery was still bombarding, so that Hu Minghe didn't hear clearly.

"Beat the turkey!" Huang Huamin raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Another turkey burst in the sky, and Dong Changhe painted another wax paint on the skin beside him. The above three are still some distance from the promise he made to Chen Shilie's posthumous portrait, and there are still seven ways to complete.

Without thinking about it, Dong Changhe pushed the plane, leaned down, and dodged the bullets from behind. After a large upward maneuver, he saw the 91 plane that had attacked him. The difference between the surname and Neng was a cut of the same, so that the Type 91 could only dodge the machine gun bullets after his maneuver, so it was planted.

The corners of Dong Changhe's mouth curled, and he was about to paint the fourth red wax paint, when he suddenly pushed the plane in shock, but it was too late, and the tail of the plane was broken in two by a chasing 96-type. No matter how hard Dong Changhe tried, the plane had lost control. But he still controlled it and pulled it up, pulling the trigger at the Type 96 that rushed over his head. The speed of the bullet caught up with the Ninety-Six in the distance, and the thick black smoke that dragged it up made it impossible for it to stay in the blue sky any longer.

Similarly, Dong Changhe's mount also lost control and swooped down towards the ground.

"You must cherish your plane, and you must cherish her as you cherish your life." The instructor's words just came to his ears, and before the flight, Meng Xiang's words came out again, "You must cherish your life and make his sacrifice more valuable." When the plane goes out of control, you must remember to parachute, meaningless sacrifice is a waste, it is a waste of the national resources that have cultivated you for so many years! ”

As he got closer and closer to the ground, he tried to make a final effort, but the dream lover he had been with for only a few days still didn't listen to his persuasion, and as a last resort, he decisively parachuted.

Hanging from his umbrella, he couldn't help but look at the sky as the plane smashed into a pile of twisted and deformed parts in the distance. There were still a few white clouds floating in the sky with black shadows flying everywhere, and one cloud had been dispersed by the smoke of gunpowder and turned into a smiling face.

The more Dong Changhe looked at it, the more he felt that it was somewhat similar to Chen Shilie, who was always smiling before, but since his parents were slaughtered by him in Suzhou, he had never seen Chen Shilie smile.

At this time, he had only just fulfilled half of his promise, and he saw that smiling face again.

"I'm going to do it!" He secretly made up his mind. A turkey burst above his head, dispelling the smiling face that had begun to deform.

At this time, Seto Nagano could no longer care about Koko Nobuichi's call, and their 8 planes chased each other's four. Although, the surname of the other plane can be superior, but in terms of numbers, they are superior.

"Catch up with them and beat them into fireballs!" The shouts of the squad leader Iijima Nakaya were heard, and his wingman was shot down by a plane in front of him.

But before his words fell, Seto saw Iijima's plane explode into a large fireball in the air. The plane shook, and dozens of thick gunpowder smoke erupted nearby.

"Anti-aircraft guns!" Seto Nagano was startled. Looking sideways, the ground erupted in flames. Somehow flew, they got into the control of an anti-aircraft artillery position.

"There's an ambush!" When he saw the four planes turn around and start attacking, Seto couldn't help but be shocked.

"Boom" made another loud noise, and another ninety-one type was exploded. At this time, under the concentrated fire of the four 88mm guns, as long as they hit, they generally exploded.

Koko Shinichi was also trying his best to dodge, just now he shot down one of the opponent's planes, and before he could kill the pilot who had parachuted, he was targeted by a guerrilla plane around him. He knew they were just stalling for time, waiting for the dumb elephants in the sky to turn into tempting turkeys.

He didn't dodge too much, and he rolled over, and he and the plane that turned around rushed to face each other.

"Come on!" He shouted and rushed straight towards the plane, and the other party didn't dodge or dodge.

Xu Zhiman watched the head of his uncle's regiment slip away by himself in Nanjing City, and when he thought of the face that patted his chest and told his mother that he would take care of his glory and wealth for the rest of his life, he was dumbfounded until the devil escorted him into the prisoner camp. Later, the rescue operation of the vanguard army rescued him unarmed.

"It's a waste, you can't even resist, and you're still a soldier!" Thinking of the veteran's contempt for him that day, he just silently left the recruiting office of the vanguard army. Until the Pioneer Army recruited pilots, he loved flying since he was a child, and he followed his eldest brother to Europe to learn to fly, and he immediately signed up.

After only three days of running-in with the plane, he went to the battlefield, a battlefield in the sky.

Until now, he had not recorded a single plane, but only silently wandered around and harassed, delaying the time specified in the order.

But when the Type 96 plane flew straight at him, he didn't dodge.

"I've already died once, what are you afraid of!" He shouted, shook off the communicator, and shouted, "Ah! I'm not a wreck, I'm not a coward! ”

The bullet slashed past him, and a flower of blood fluttered from his left arm, but apart from grinning, his hands remained unmoved, and the plane slammed straight into the Type 96.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters, Xiao Guang Xinyi was finally a little scared, and after scolding a madman, he pulled the plane, and the nose of the plane was cocked.

Xu Zhiman grinned at the corners of his mouth, and without hesitation, he shot at the belly in front of him, and the critical hit at close range made the splashed sawdust fly in front of his fuselage.

Xiao Guangxin repeatedly couldn't control the unbalanced plane with a broken tail and had to parachute.

When the umbrella opened, he could slowly feel the wind whistling past his ears.

"These planes of the Empire are all finished!" He felt a pang of grief in his heart. Another flame burst overhead, the glow of the fire shining on his pale face. And behind him, an unbalanced Type 91 was falling headlong, and the injured pilot did not have the slightest reaction and fell to the ground with the plane, becoming a pile of parts.

(Hell, this is chapter 102.) ）