The light chain of tracer bullets extended from the nose to the tail of the enemy plane, caught fire, exploded, and the wreckage scattered in all directions, two or three of which even hit the windshield, grazing Yang Zhiyong's scalp.

After dodging the rear-end of two enemy planes in a row, Yang Zhiyong finally found an opportunity to kill the lone Newport plane, and when he looked back, he saw the wingman shaking his wings three long and two short, indicating that he had just shot down an enemy plane.

Looking up, Lin Ying and Yang Fei's group was still circling, looking around, but there was no enemy plane, and the nine enemy planes at the time of the battle were killed by their own group, could it be that Lin Ying's group actually took over the remaining seven in one go?

With questions, Yang Zhiyong pulled the lever to chase up, approached Lin Ying's landline, and gestured and asked, "How many?" ”

Lin Ying stretched out a slap, thought about it, and retracted her thumb.

Yang Zhiyong nodded, and was about to give the order to return, but saw Lin Ying pointing back again, and raised his index and middle fingers in front of his nose.

Even Yang Fei, a rookie, fought two fights?

Yang Zhiyong was suspicious, Lin Ying suddenly waved his fist at him, and then pointed to the lower right, there is another enemy!

Obediently, one, two, three, four, four four-engine biplane planes suddenly emerged from the clouds, and the sides of the fuselage were painted with eye-catching red, blue and white rings, presumably the object of the Newport fighter team just now.

According to the newly issued enemy aircraft identification manual, Yang Zhiyong quickly determined that the kind of heavy bomber "Ilya Muromets" (I.M) with an exposed engine, a long barrel-shaped oil drum, a blunt-headed cockpit with windows on both sides of the tram locomotive on the front, a rectangular rear fuselage with a rectangular cross-section, an unusually wide horizontal wing at the tail, and three tail rudder planes was the "Ilya Muromets," a heavy bomber developed and mass-produced by Russia before the war, referred to as the I.M type, which was equipped with three to seven machine guns and had a bomb load of more than 500 kilograms.

Yang Zhiyong, who is accustomed to fighting small planes such as the Newport 11, is the first time he has encountered such a large enemy aircraft. However, as soon as he saw that these guys were flying slowly and low, as if they were big-headed fish waiting to be slaughtered on the board, Yang Zhiyong immediately came to his senses and hurriedly gestured to Lin Ying: "Group attack."

The two groups of cloud electric fighters just began to dive, and the four Russian planes seemed to sense the danger, threw away their bombs one after another, turned the rudder and returned home, and got closer to each other, looking like they were going to use the superior machine gun fire of the formation as a screen, sure enough. Without waiting for the Chinese fighter to enter the effective range, the light marks of the tracer bullets swarmed up intensively-

After a few flutters, Yang Zhiyong saw a few eye-catching gun holes on the canvas skin of the fuselage and wings, but this could not shake his fighting spirit at all, although in today's battle, it was he who took the initiative to undertake the thankless bait task, but deep down. He really didn't want to lose to Lin Ying as a subordinate. Seeing that the number of shots he and Lin Ying was constantly increasing, Yang Zhiyong couldn't help but be in a hurry, this time, he had to swallow a few more no matter what

According to the army aviation training program promulgated before the war, the first step in attacking bombers should be to first defeat the machine gunners who pose the greatest threat to their own planes, and then attack the engine parts of enemy planes. Aim dead at the ground engine of the enemy plane.

It just so happened that the fuel tank of the I.M was just above the engine. The thin-skinned iron bucket, vulnerable, with a dozen armor-piercing tracer bullets, exploded into a large fireball, and swallowed half of the wing in the blink of an eye with the wind, very quickly. The huge bomber spiraled in mid-air. Flying fireworks and broken wings, it fell sharply towards the smoke-filled earth—

Yang Zhiyong, who tasted the sweetness, turned his head and fought again. The wingman An Jingshi, who followed closely, also referred to where to fight, the four machine guns combined, the hurricane bullet rain of 2,000 rounds per minute, instantly burst the fuel tank of the second I.M, the fire was engulfed, and the huge fuselage lowered its head and dived until half of the wing broke, and the remaining half of the wing fell into a spiral, dragging a thick smoke trail in the blue sky and white clouds-

Turning his head at a glance, Lin Ying's group had just put down an I.M giant beast, and was turning a corner to chase after the most rear, Yang Zhiyong, who was eager to grab the credit, was willing to give up, and drove the full horsepower to cut the radius diagonally, but Lin Ying's position was originally better than him, and when Yang Zhiyong put the huge body of the enemy plane into the center of the sight cross, the opponent's indisputable engine had already ignited a strong fireworks.

Forget it, this time, it's barely even, the surname is woodland, you remember it for me!

Removing the nose of the aircraft, Yang Zhiyong let out a long sigh, took off the goggles that had been covered with a layer of oil from the exhaust fumes of the engine, and sent a flying kiss to the I.M that was falling to the ground.

"See you again, your fate is not good, today is the dinner day of our 209 squadron, if you want to blame it, blame your God......"

On the same day, the 209th Fighter Squadron made a single sortie with 4 planes and achieved the remarkable result of shooting down 14 enemy planes without losing a single one, setting a new record in the history of the Imperial Army Aviation and even the entire world in air combat!

While Yang Zhiyong and others were hunting wantonly, on the ground hundreds to thousands of meters below them, the 29th Cavalry Brigade (missing one battalion) as the general reserve of the Acheng Advance Force had already deployed a counter-attack formation under the command of brigade commander Zhang Xinyu in front of more than 10,000 Russian troops who were constantly pouring into the gap in the battle line.

That's right, it's a complete Jedi counterattack!

Behind it is the headquarters of the defenders of the whole city, the field hospital full of wounded soldiers, the field warehouse with only one or two days of food and ammunition reserves, and the entire regiment and division of enemy troops rushing up at the same time on several other fronts!

On the first line, the brigade machine gun company was deployed under the cover of a dismounted cavalry company, and their main armament was twelve heavy machine guns mounted on standard wheel mounts, which were both covered by steel shields and could be transferred to carriages at any time. These automatic weapons, known as "life harvesters", will rain down entire truckloads of bullets at a maximum total rate of fire of thousands of rounds per minute as the tide of men and horses approaches.

On the second line, the brigade's cavalry artillery battalion lined up eighteen 75-mm cavalry guns, and the ammunition carts were filled with howitzers, ready to give the enemy enough "massage" with flying shrapnel before the cavalry charged.

On the third line, more than 1,300 cavalry under the brigade commander Zhang Xinyu hid in the hollow behind the grove, pacifying the war horses, wiping the swords, and waiting, perhaps the last charge in their lives. Climb ^ book ^ net, this chapter is first published by "".