Yamamoto felt that it was better to take Makino with him, since he came, he couldn't go back in vain. He decided not to make a connecting flight to Singapore, but to fly directly to the Philippines and then back to Rabaul.

Takijiro Onishi came running to report two things to him, the good news was that Makino had woken up, and the bad news was that Makino refused to leave together. He didn't seem to be very conscious, and when he heard that he was going to get on the plane, he started yelling.

Yamamoto Fifty-six decided to go and appease Makino himself. When he got to the ambulance, he heard Makino shouting inside, as if calling his name.

"I want to see the commander, I want to see His Excellency Yamamoto......"

"I'm ...... here" Yamamoto pushed open the door and squeezed into the cramped ambulance, where two nurses were giving Makino a drip.

"Sir, don't take off......"

"Why?"

"They...... They are everywhere...... Those people know our every move. They won't pass up a chance to kill you or me. Makino's train of thought seemed clear, and he didn't talk nonsense in a daze, as Onishi reported.

"Don't worry, this is Kuala Lumpur, our territory, and they can't kill us."

"No, no, they must have a way, they must not take off like this."

"Makino-kun, you have to listen to me this time...... It's too hot here for your treatment, come on, carry Makino-kun onto the plane...... "Yamamoto decided to come hard, and commanded his men to carry the stretcher.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Makino suddenly tore the bandage on his chest, everyone was surprised that he would do this, it was too late to stop him, he tore open the sutures, bleeding from his chest, and then rolled his eyes and fainted. Yamamoto was shocked and quickly withdrew, waiting for the doctor to give first aid. After a while, the doctor came out and showed that the chest wound could be treated, but it would definitely not be able to be flown in today.

"If I had known, I would have given him an injection of anesthetic." Onishi said.

"Why is he so afraid of heaven?"

"He was frightened by the enemy and delirious, but he can also be blamed, after such a terrible thing, it is inevitable that he will go insane."

"Maybe, we shouldn't take off?" Yamamoto was also suspicious.

"Commander, you're not worried about any danger, are you?"

Onishi said unintentionally, put Yamamoto will be there. Yamamoto realized that he showed a hint of weakness and timidity in front of his subordinates, which was the most taboo for him.

"Well, I don't have time to think about personal safety, I'll return to the fleet, and you stay ...... Onishi."

"I'll stay?"

"No one here knows how important it is, you and the transport plane stay, and take Makino back to Tokyo for me completely."

"Yes."

Yamamoto finished his instructions and turned around and got on the plane. At this time, all the Zero planes had taken off, and immediately two Strike One took off, and they would fly directly to the Philippines without stopping in Singapore. All pilots were ordered in advance not to use radio calls in the air, but simply follow the protection.

At the same time, the US planes divided into two groups, separated by a certain angle, and flew eastward. The split into two teams was to increase the search area, and they also knew that this mission would require great luck.

The pilots had thought that there would be no information about the target. When they were training at home, once the planes flew out of Florida, it was difficult to receive communications signals from the ground, and they had to navigate the Caribbean Sea on their own. But the situation today is very different, and they are constantly receiving bits and pieces of information to help them find their purpose.

First of all, they got the course indication of the aircraft carrier, which was different from the course arranged before takeoff, and after takeoff, there were some adjustments. Subsequently, they were fortunate enough to overhear the communication between the Japanese aircraft and the control tower.

The pilots had studied Japanese for three days, which allowed them to understand the Japanese pronouncing 1 to 10, which is usually enough to listen to the enemy's course.

After flying into Malay airspace, it did not seem to alarm the Japanese. The Japanese have not yet had time to deploy their electric probes here. However, the flight was still somewhat blind, and when flying over Kuala Lumpur, no enemy aircraft were detected.

"Raven Raven, I'm a sparrow, find a target in the 090 direction." Captain Thomas of the first detachment suddenly called Captain Miller of the Raven detachment.

"Understood, I'll follow right away."

Miller then adjusted his position again to pursue.

At the same time, Thomas also received a communication from Miller and chased in the same direction. 419 was secretly directing everything, and Cheng Dayang used electronic deception to make them converge and point out the correct direction.

Captain Thomas was the first to see the dazzling flash of light ahead, the sunlight reflected off the peeling paint-painted Zero.

The P38 group began to climb rapidly, and they had to be at sufficient altitude before launching an attack. These planes have a light blue livery that allows them to blend easily into the sky.

The Japanese planes did not dare to fly too high, they were afraid of entering the clouds and colliding in formation, and their escort planes were too many, which caused a lot of trouble.

The P38 aircraft quickly approached the target. The Japanese pilots flew around the two bombers, but they did not notice that the hunters were secretly approaching the center under the cover of the clouds.

Eighteen US planes finally converged, and of course there was no time to greet each other, and by the way, it was discovered that someone had forged communications. They focused all their attention on the target, and in a certain plane below, sat the old Japanese man who started the war, this was a great opportunity, kill him, maybe the Japanese Navy would be finished.

Throwing away their gas tanks, digging through the clouds and whistling down, the twin demons must increase their speed from 400 kilometers per hour in high altitude to 650 kilometers per hour in a dive. This speed will help them get the win.

This aircraft was born for speed, and it abandoned the traditional layout of the era, with a thick and long fuselage and a rear-turning machine gun. Lightning sacrifices roll and hovers at the rate, optimizing only speed.

Lockheed's design was ahead of its time, creating this clean, quirky-looking aircraft. The streamlined fuselage is paired with a powerful Allison night cooling engine. This makes them exceed the Zero by more than 150 km/h. It can easily get rid of the Zero fighters when they are self-righteously circling in an attempt to bite the 6 o'clock direction. And the firepower of the Lightning, too, is much superior to that of light aircraft that use a firing coordinator and shoot from the middle of the propeller. Its nose consisted of 4 .50 machine guns and a 20 mm cannon. Thunderbolt shooting training is much simpler, and pilots don't need to judge what shooting points meet when shooting. All fire will be tilted to a straight line directly ahead.

The Japanese escort plane finally noticed that something was coming down from the clouds above, and it was the American twin ghost. No one knows why these planes appeared here, with a radius of 2000 kilometers and no enemy airfields.

The Japanese pilots began to turn and prepare to meet the enemy, and the average flight time of the Japanese pilots involved in the escort was more than 900 hours, far more than the rookies who swooped down. But the Lightning is very noob-friendly, and it is a kind of aircraft that can fight without fancy maneuvers and go straight to the target.

Its combat style tends to be vertical rather than horizontal. This is a simple idea of energy air combat called BZ tactics. Specially designed to bully, unusually nimble but underpowered Japanese aircraft.

The American pilots remembered that the instructors taught them that after the dive, with the help of inertia, they could throw off the Zero fighter in the subsequent pull-up, although the climb capability of the Zero was good on paper. However, in the theory of energy air combat, the starting altitude is a key part of determining the speed and vertical maneuverability, and the theoretical climbing speed is not of much significance.

The lightning rushed towards the Japanese planes, which were far more numerous than them, and below the Zero group, there were two bombers.

They began to shoot at the oncoming Japanese planes, without backing down. For newborn calves, being able to shoot head-on is obviously an advantage.

Experienced pilots are naturally reluctant to join this kind of roulette-like shooting, not to mention that the firepower and protection of US planes are even more superior.

The Japanese planes turned and exited head-on, and the old birds deliberately made cramped and panicked dodge maneuvers, hoping to fool their opponents and lure them to slow down and enter the circle. After two circles, lightning loses a quarter of its speed.

The American rookies were not fooled, not because they had enough experience to see through the enemy's plots, but because everyone was holding back and wanted to destroy the bombers below, so no one was going to compete with the hovering Japanese planes for maneuverability, they flashed past the Zero and swarmed towards the bombers. The Japanese planes were thrown off at once, and by the time they turned around the bay, the enemy planes had already run out of the bay for a kilometer. The Zero had a terrible dive speed and could only catch up powerlessly and shoot a kilometer from the rear. The Zero 20mm cannon, with scattered ballistics and low muzzle velocity, is impossible to hit a fighter at a distance of 1 km.

The bomber's self-defense machine guns began to fire, and the weak firepower was simply not enough to withstand the enemy's strong firepower. The first P38s to rush roared and began to strafe. The machine gun tower was smashed to pieces, and the machine gunner was beaten into a ball of pulp. Tracer armor-piercing * quickly ignited the bomber. But that's not all. The fighters of the second attack began to shoot at the bomber wing in an attempt to disintegrate the aircraft, and if a few 20-mm shells could hit the wing roots, or the engine positions, it did. According to the requirements of their superiors, they must solve the problem in the air and must not give the enemy the opportunity to parachute or make a forced landing.

Due to the high speed of the cruise, each P38 did not have a long firing window, and after they had completed their strafing, they had to pull up immediately and then throw themselves into a second round of attacks at a high enough altitude.

The Japanese Zero tried desperately to resist, but it was simply unable to stop the impact of these high-speed aircraft, and after the first round of impact, the escort group was disrupted, although three P38s were shot down, but one land attack had become a fireball falling. The other, crooked, rushed downward, apparently if the attack was stopped, it could crash into the water.

The Americans, of course, will not give it this chance. Several fighters didn't have time to climb high enough, so they rolled 180 degrees and fell headlong. The exhausted Zero fighter again barely intercepted and shot down another P38. But the fighting zeal of the Americans did not diminish in the slightest. They accumulate speed in the air and pursue their targets. The barrage of Zero-style barrages flew around the lightning, and those 7.7mm machine guns kept hitting the planes, but the sturdy American planes were not so easy to shoot down. After a hellish ten seconds, the Japanese army was thrown away again.

This time, the P38 group attacked the last bomber that was still flying tenaciously in turn. Yamamoto sat in his seat, clutching his saber tightly, blood oozing from his chest as he was hit by a 12.7mm bullet that pierced the fuselage and the bodies of several staff members. The bullet drained the last kinetic energy in his body, smashing all his internal organs.