Wherever he could see, a Falcon jumped out of the clouds, followed by two F4U pirates.
The pirates flew extremely fast, and they were close to the enemy aircraft in a blink of an eye. The Falcon could only rely on its good low-altitude maneuverability to evade, but it could not escape the opponent's lock.
"Bang bang bang bang bang...!"
The machine-gun fire snake completely blocked the retreat of the Japanese fighter plane, forcing it to choose to climb again to avoid bullets.
The other pirate was waiting for this opportunity. It quickly raised its altitude and was on the opponent's path. It took advantage of the fact that the Falcon was unable to change direction as soon as it climbed and opened fire!
…boom! !
Six .50-caliber machine guns instantly smashed the opponent's fuselage to pieces like splashing ink. The cockpit was already stained with blood. Within a moment, the Falcon turned into a ball of fire and exploded directly in the air. The wreckage fell weakly...
After losing two aircraft, Jamie's Eagle Squadron still had eight F4U Corsairs and ten P40 Tomahawks.
They all followed a two-plane tactical formation, with the wingman responsible for expulsion and the lead plane responsible for shooting down. They calmly and skillfully launched counterattacks against the twelve enemy Falcons.
Originally, the Japanese fighter planes did not have an advantage in terms of numbers, and they were even worse in terms of performance. With the tacit cooperation of the other side, they were completely unable to fight back. Within a moment, six fireballs fell towards the ground...
Jamie finally breathed a sigh of relief after taking down an enemy plane again. He thought this battle wouldn't be too difficult, but he didn't expect that another dangerous situation suddenly came over the radio:
"Damn it! Attention everyone, enemy planes have been spotted in the southwest!"
"God...how come there are so many?!"
"Three o'clock, approaching quickly!"
…
Sure enough, they were attacking from the east and west. Another formation of Japanese fighter jets attacked from the right wing, but there were more of them. In addition to the main force of the Japanese army aviation, the Hayabusa, there were also the older generation Type 97 fighters. At a rough look, there were at least more than 40 fighter jets.
The crew of the bomber couldn't help but gasp. It was difficult to escape unscathed from such a scene.
"Calm down, everyone! North Bear Squadron, meet the enemy!"
"Ula!"
Andrew gave the order, and the rest of the escort formation followed him without saying a word and turned their planes around, taking the initiative to meet the enemy planes, trying their best to prevent them from approaching the three bombers on their side.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang…!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Both sides were fighting desperately. Countless fiery snakes composed of tracer bullets intertwined in the sky. From time to time, a fighter plane would drag black smoke and fall to the ground.
The tactics of Andrew's Bear Squadron were more brutal and wild, with direct 1v1 attacks. Even if they were bitten by enemy planes, they would find ways to lock on to other enemy planes while evading them, and even resist the bullets of the Japanese planes behind them. wreck.
The F4U Corsair fighter itself has extremely strong protection. It has an all-iron fuselage, and the cockpit and fuel tanks have thickened armor. As long as it is not hit from the front, the two 12.7mm jets of the Little Devil Falcon fighter are really difficult to deal with. Not to mention that the Type 97 only has two pitiful 7.7mm machine guns. The latter is probably difficult to shoot P40.
The two sides fought hard to separate each other. The Japs took advantage of their numerical advantage and even had the upper hand for a time. Without warning, several Japanese fighter planes broke through Andrew's defense line and headed straight for the bombers.
"is ing!!"
The belly turret and dorsal turret on the bomber fired first, and the two M2 heavy machine guns sprayed huge flames.
The Japanese fighter planes were startled, but while evading, they also shot forward indiscriminately. The bullets left a series of holes in the B17 fuselage. Fortunately, the latter had thick skin and thick flesh, and did not cause any damage.
The other two bombers also opened up their firepower. The B17 was worthy of being called a flying fortress. Several machine gun positions created a dense firepower network, so that the approaching Japanese fighter planes did not dare to stay nearby and could only hang far away. shooting.
"Shit!" Jamie cursed secretly. Seeing that the bomber formation was in trouble, he immediately called his wingmen to go to the rescue: "Group 2 and 3, follow me, the others continue to encircle and suppress!"
The six pirate fighters immediately left the air battlefield and flew towards the bomber formation.
But in this gap, the pressure on the Japanese army dropped sharply, and the remaining seven Falcons desperately broke through regardless of life and death. After paying the price of three, they successfully passed through the opponent's fire blockade and headed in the direction of the bombers. Pounce.
"e on! fuck!"
Chris in the spherical turret screamed and pulled the trigger. The twin-linked machine gun bit a Japanese fighter plane. Hot brass shells were constantly thrown out of the gun box and fell to his feet. side.
There were more and more enemy planes around. Chris's B17 had been hit by several rounds of bullets. Thanks to the strong leather of the fuselage, otherwise it would have disintegrated in the air.
"Click!"
"Mike, reload!"
Chris looked back and saw Mike, the deputy shooter, curled up quietly on the ground. He was no longer breathing. Blood mixed with dirt made the turret a mess. It was the wave of bullets that had penetrated his abdomen.
The windshield of the turret had long been shattered, and the strong wind was pouring in. Seeing what happened to his companions, Chris yelled in grief, but he couldn't hear his own voice.
At this moment, the Falcon fighter turned back, and the empty firepower under the belly made him realize that the opportunity had come.
"Son of a bitch!" Without thinking about anything else, Chris grabbed the magazine box next to him and loaded the bullet as quickly as possible.
"Quick! Quick!"
Seeing the opponent getting closer and closer, Chris could even see the ugly plaster flag on the opponent's wing. Cold sweat kept running down his face, and his hands couldn't stop shaking from the nervousness.
Click!
Chris finally pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun. When he grabbed the handle and prepared to aim, the opponent's bullet had already fired.
Bang bang bang bang bang! !
The spherical turret was instantly covered with bullets. At the last moment, he only had time to press the trigger, and then the turret and the turret turned into a pile of fragments.
However, this last-minute counterattack happened to hit the tail of the enemy plane. The Japanese pilot wanted to turn but found that the fighter plane was out of control and hit the ground directly towards the opponent's fuselage.
"Oh my god!" Wesker gritted his teeth and hurriedly turned the joystick to the right to avoid it.
However, the Japanese fighter plane was too fast to avoid completely, and the opponent's wing was like a sharp razor.
As flames spattered, an engine on the left side of the B17 was crashed, and the Japanese fighter's wing also broke into two sections at this moment, falling weakly downwards.
The sudden drop caused by the stall shook everyone in the cabin around. Wesker cursed and tried his best to regain control of the plane.
"e on! You damn bastard! Get up!"
The surrounding Japanese aircraft saw an opportunity and swooped towards them like flies smelling shit.
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