At 9 o'clock in the morning, when a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds and mist and shone on the earth, the hazy scenery around us gradually became clear, and the heavy fog finally dissipated under the gentle breeze.
The piercing sirens sounded at the airport, and the mechanics performed final inspections on the fighter aircraft, including ammunition, engines, propellers... because every link could not go wrong. Countless ground crews, like hard-working ants, dragged the fighter planes out of the hangar and guided them into formation waiting for takeoff.
Jamie put on his flight hat and goggles and boarded the plane along the ladder. After sitting in the cab, he was just about to check the equipment when he saw from the corner of his eye a B17 bomber with the number no: 101 taxiing on the runway.
The huge fuselage shone with metallic luster in the sun, and the machine guns on the exposed circular turret exuded a murderous atmosphere. It was really like an aerial fortress with long spines all over its body.
"Hey Jamie, Willis and the others are moving really fast..." Another pilot on the wingman next to him greeted him.
"Today's flight mission is not an easy one. Come on, don't let them steal all the limelight." Jamie raised the corner of his mouth, and then with the help of the mechanic, he closed the canopy.
Buzz! ! !
The huge roar of the engines resounded through the sky, and fighter planes began to slowly take off one after another. They completed the formation in the air, with three aerial fortresses as the core, forming a huge bombing formation, speeding towards Ren'anqiang. go.
At the same time, the 20th Air Force on the Indo-China side was also in action. Nine B26 bombers took off from Imphal and flew towards the Myanmar-Siam handover area in the southeastern part of Chan State. At the same time, they were escorted by 4 squadrons of fighter jets. The fleet of aircraft is like a dark curtain falling, making people feel intimidated.
At this time, Chen Jize led the tank regiment and Fan Xiangwu's infantry regiment had already arrived at the outskirts of Nankan. The leading troops had engaged the Japanese army. Artillery shells exploded and endless fire swept the battlefield. A big battle was inevitable.
The Honorable Third Division set out from Mandalay and divided its troops into two groups. One group went down the Besuli River, a tributary of the Irrawaddy River, and the other group marched southward along the southern Myanmar railway line, with the front pointed directly at Taungoo.
The entire army's combat goal this time was very clear: to attack the Japanese strongholds and defense lines, annihilate their effective forces, and clear obstacles for the large forces to move south.
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At high altitude, the crew of the B17 Flying Fortress No. 1 was doing final regulatory checks. This time the mission was low-altitude bombing. Each of their bombers carried 10 200-kg Kai high-explosive aerial bombs. They could use the sights to The bomb can be accurately dropped from 500 meters in the air, and the error will basically not exceed 5 meters.
The explosive power of this kind of aerial bomb is extremely powerful. It has a built-in high-efficiency TNT explosive and a killing radius of about 50 meters. Even if you are hiding in a bunker, your internal organs will be shattered by the huge shock wave.
The clouds ahead gradually became denser, and the bomber formation quickly entered it. Due to the obstruction of the line of sight, the flight formation had no choice but to raise its altitude to prepare to cross the clouds.
The straight-line distance between Nankan Airport and Ren'anqiang is less than 400 kilometers. According to the flight speed of the B17, it can reach the target location in one hour.
Wesker, who was in the driver's seat, held the joystick with one hand and picked up the map to check his current location. After confirming that the coordinates were correct, he immediately turned on the radio and said excitedly:
"All right, gentlemen, this is Fox Hunter 1. It will arrive at the destination in fifteen minutes. Please prepare the crews. Repeat... It will arrive at the destination in fifteen minutes. Please prepare the crews."
"Zizi...Fox Hunter 2 received it, Wesker, no enemy has been found here. I dare say that the brothers in the escort formation will have a busy trip today..." Another B17 captain came over the radio the sound of.
"God...Hunter, your mouth is as annoying as a woodpecker in the forest...zi...zi."
"Haha! Davis, do you remember the bet? If you can't shoot down a Japanese plane today, you will have to treat us all to drinks."
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The calm atmosphere was relaxing, and the radio channel seemed to have turned into a chat tool. It was obvious that they did not take the enemy seriously, and this operation was more like an exercise, which made people feel boring.
Chris, who was in the round turret under the belly of the aircraft, put his hands on the machine gun and looked at the majestic clouds below with all kinds of boredom. Wind kept pouring in through the gaps between the glass windows, and the whistling sound made people's eardrums hurt. .
This is the most dangerous and boring position on the entire crew. There is only one deputy shooter and two twin-linked 12.7mm machine guns to accompany him, but the sound of the wind and the noise of the engine make it impossible for them to chat.
Buzz! !
Suddenly, a roar of fighter jets that did not belong to his own formation came from below. Chris was startled and quickly turned the direction of the turret to look around.
However, he looked around and found nothing unusual, but the harsh roar of the aircraft became louder and louder from far to near. At this time, other crew members also discovered the problem.
"Sizzling...sizzling...something's wrong! There's something down there!"
"Be on guard!"
"Oh God! Enemy plane found! Seven o'clock direction!"
In an instant, more than a dozen black shadows suddenly emerged from the clouds below, and bullets swept upward like fire dragons. A P40 two-plane formation below was hit instantly, and black smoke emitted from the fuselage after being hit by the bullets. The tail of one of them was directly shattered, and the unbalanced fighter plane fell to the ground like an eagle with broken wings.
It turned out that the cunning Japanese used the clouds as cover and followed the opponent lurking in them from a distance. After they adjusted their positions and waited for the opportunity, they suddenly launched an attack from the side and below, which immediately caused a slight panic in the bomber formation.
"Shit! Mike's plane was hit!"
"Damn, help me! They're right behind my ass!"
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"Don't panic! The Eagle Squadron is facing the enemy. Andrew, your squadron will protect the bombers carefully!" Jamie gave the order decisively, while flying his fighter plane towards the enemy.
"Hey! Jamie, how about I do it?"
Andrew, who was in the other direction, saw the situation below through the cockpit windshield, and was obviously ready to make a move.
At this moment, the nearest escort squadron had already started fighting with the Japanese. The opponent was twelve Falcon fighter planes. Although they used sneak attacks to knock out two of their own planes, the opponent did not have an advantage in terms of overall numbers.
"No! Do what you have to do!" Jamie flatly refused.
He has always been the top commander when performing field missions, and Andrew has to obey orders.
The situation was unclear now, and it was doubtful that the enemy's dozen or so fighter planes dared to come over and fight hard. The calm Jamie did not order an all-out pursuit, but left the Andrew Squadron to accompany the bombers in case of emergency.
The three B17s immediately climbed up and away from the battlefield. The machine gunners on the fuselage turret did not dare to breathe, and they were alert to the surrounding situation.
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