The air battle above the bright light is still continuing. There are fewer and fewer planes in the sky. The battlefield is the cruelest. Those who can survive are those who have both strength and luck. Yang Fan is undoubtedly one of them.
His plane was covered with dense bullet holes and air leaked everywhere, but his fighter plane still hunted majestically in the sky, and his master Ferreira escorted him all the way to the battle, never getting tired of it.
The two sides were already getting angry, and some even ran their planes into each other after running out of bullets. The Japanese bombers did not escape, but also joined the battle circle, even if they were just used to consume the Chinese aviation machine gun bullets.
From time to time, a fighter plane would fall down with billowing smoke. The battle loss ratio between the two sides had reached 4 to 1, but the Japanese refused to give in and relied on their numerical advantage to fight against the expeditionary force air force.
Victory often depends on who can persist for the last five minutes. Just when both sides are exhausted, another pair of dense black spots, nearly a hundred fighter planes, fly from the direction of Mandalay!
"Bagayalu! Why do they still have so many planes?"
Colonel Kubo of the Japanese Third Flying Wing cursed almost in despair. When both sides try their best, these dozens of new fighters will definitely become the straw that breaks the camel's back.
He already wants to quit. It's not that the imperial army is incompetent, but that the Chinese people are too cunning!
The arrival of reinforcements was a fatal blow to the morale of the Japanese, and it was a great improvement to the morale of the Chinese people who were fighting hard. The effect was quickly reflected.
A few minutes later, more than eighty B17 Flying Fortress bombers joined the battle circle. The ten machine guns on the fuselage became a nightmare for the Japanese, and Japanese fighter planes were shot down one after another.
You must know that during the entire war, it was not the Lightning or the Mustang that shot down the most Evil Alliance aircraft, but the B17 bomber!
Chu Xiong, who came from later generations, naturally knew this, so he dared to charge forward. When both sides fought to the point of exhaustion, these dozens of bombers would kill the Japanese fleet.
Sure enough, with the addition of these dozens of bombers, the expeditionary force not only boosted its morale, but also greatly increased its strength. It was further evened out in terms of numbers, and the Japanese fighter planes they fought fled in panic.
Colonel Kubo chose to escape in a very unsamurai manner, followed by Major Sakurai Takahiro. This old devil was also very lucky, and he was still alive and well, but he ran away again.
Defeats are contagious, and one escape will lead to ten or even a dozen more. The surviving Japanese fighter planes began to run away in despair. This battle broke their backs;
Even if he ran away, his legs would become weak when he saw the Expeditionary Force Air Force in the future, just like Jerry when he saw Tom.
The Toms would not let them go easily. Yang Fan, a desperate man, used all his strength to chase the Japanese. From time to time, he would catch a Jerry and torture him to death;
Ferreira always followed him closely, and finally brought out a good apprentice like him. He didn't want the blond to give the black-haired man away, and Ying Yuan could earn it later.
Takano Jiro also gave up the lead position to Chen Tao. It was hunting time now, and of course he had to give it to the rookie to practice his skills.
Chen Tao drove his favorite fighter plane and chased a Japanese fighter jet like an eagle catching a chicken and opened fire. Strings of tongues of flames swept towards the Japanese soldiers, scaring them so much that they fled in panic, wishing they had less wings.
"boom!"
The Japanese fighter plane still did not escape the fate of being blown up, so Chen Tao sent him back to his hometown.
When the Japanese began to flee, the largest air battle in the Eastern battlefield lost its suspense. What was left was a one-sided victory.
One after another, the Japanese fighter planes were overtaken and blown up. At this time, the Japanese had no will to resist. They just wanted to run faster than others. Living was victory.
The 10.18 air battle ended with a great victory for the Expeditionary Force Air Force. Once the battle report was released, it shocked the world!
"Sell newspapers and sell newspapers. The Chinese Air Force fought against the Japanese Air Force at Bright Light. With 400 versus 600, it shot down 327 Japanese aircraft and damaged 152. Chu Xiong won the bet of the century first!"
"Selling newspapers, the Chinese Air Force became famous in one battle, Chu Xiong said that the Japanese are just a bunch of chickens!"
"Selling newspapers, the expeditionary force has won the air supremacy over Siam, the army's 200,000 soldiers are ready to go, and Siam will not be returned until it is broken. Chu Xiong is confident that the Japanese will be driven out of Siam within three months..."
"Damn it, what is Franklin trying to do? He sent 400 planes to Chuxiong, how many planes did he send to the government?
Send electricity to Madam and ask Madam to ask Franklin for 400 Mustangs! "
In Eagle Palace, Franklin lit a cigar, took a big puff, and then said disdainfully:
"George, why did he have the nerve to speak? There are 400 Mustangs. Does he think Yingjiang's Mustangs were shot back with shotguns?
Does he want so many wild horses to guard his home?
Shit! "
After scolding, he changed his smile and said:
(Chu Xiong: Are you always a face-changing master?)
Chu Xiong did a good job this time. He destroyed 400 fighter planes of the Southern Army. It was very good. He probably wanted to demolish the Demon Palace!
Stilwell called and said that the expeditionary force had lost 176 fighter planes. They should be replenished with 200 Mustangs and 60 bombers, and the Air Force should retire 100 pilots. The quantity and quality of instructors would be completely overmatched.
Let Chu Xiong know that products produced by Eagle Sauce are the best!
Let Steve tell Chu Xiong that if he has the ability to fight off all the Southern Army's fighter planes, he will pay for whatever eagle sauce he consumes, and he won't be short of planes. "
(Bald Man: Didn’t you just say that your plane was not shot with a shotgun?)
In the Demon Palace, Franklin really guessed it correctly. Yukito was demolishing the house with his voice, and Private Tojo was lying on the ground shivering.
"Trash, a bunch of trash! The empire has lost all face!"
"Your Majesty, although the empire suffered greater losses, Chuxiong's aircraft also lost two-thirds and suffered heavy losses. At best, it is a draw."
The words of Private Tojo made Yujin's face look better. The Empire could still afford to lose a mere 400 fighter planes, but Chuxiong was different. If one was destroyed, there would be one less fighter.
(Franklin:
Yuren, do you have a misunderstanding about Yingjiang? )
Yuren pretended not to see Franklin and said directly:
"Tōjo-kun, now the whole world knows about my bet with Chu Xiong. This is related to the face of the empire and me. The Battle of Siam must be won, at least during the bet period, and Chu Xiong must be defeated at all costs. The empire must Can't lose!
Another 1,000 fighter planes will be deployed to support the Southern Army, and air superiority must be controlled. "
Private Tojo felt happy and immediately said:
"Your Majesty, most of the Army Air Force is in the northern battlefield. It can draw up to 600 aircraft, including 400 fighter jets."
Yuren said impatiently:
"Then draw no less than 200 Zero fighter jets from the Navy and tell Mr. Terauchi that I don't need casualty figures, I just want Siam!"
(101, Chief of Staff, please note...
Chu Xiong: Is this a hornet's nest? )
