"Bang!"
There was a clear sound of collision, and Li Hang felt that his plane suddenly lost control and began to descend from an altitude of more than 3,000 meters.
He looked at the location of the collision and saw that a small section of the right wing of his plane had been cut off by some sharp weapon. This was the reason why the plane lost control.
"Da da da!"
His condition worsened as a barrage of bullets rained down on him.
Of course, it was not Takeo Kato's plane that attacked him, because the propeller of the latter's plane was damaged and the speed of the entire plane slowed down.
What attacked him was another Type 95 fighter jet.
Suddenly, a large number of bullet holes appeared in the fuselage.
The plane fell uncontrollably downward.
"Haha, I shot down the 'King of Deportation' of the Chinese." Takeo Kato was excited when he saw that he used a biplane to shoot down the plane of the most powerful pilot in the Chinese Air Force using the same death strategy.
Although his plane also broke down, he had to see Li Hang die on the spot to feel relieved.
Without thinking, he and his wingman pilot flew the plane down while pulling the trigger and firing continuously.
According to the Chinese saying, that is 'beating the drowned dog'.
Li Hang also knew that something was wrong with his situation at this time, but he was still trying to find a way to control the plane.
As for him, he was not injured, but the situation of the plane was not good.
Soon, he found that the plane had returned to normal, but the damage to the wings was still somewhat affected, but he did not take immediate action.
He was waiting for the two enemy planes chasing him to approach.
Perhaps Kato Takeo and his two men were careless, especially his wingman, who rushed down directly to check the situation, so they dived very quickly.
"It's now!"
Seeing the enemy plane speeding up and diving down, Li Hang pulled up the control stick to stop the plane from falling. However, the Japanese plane failed to control its speed and rushed directly underneath him, exposing its tail in front of him. .
Li Hang opened fire immediately.
"boom!"
An explosion came, frightening Takeo Kato behind him.
Can the aircraft fight back even if its wings are damaged?
At this time it was too late for him to get promoted.
Because the propeller of his plane was damaged, the speed of the plane dropped. At this time, it suddenly pulled up and the plane was suddenly out of control.
Takeo Kato felt panicked.
"Baga! Move quickly!"
The propeller, which was still turning before, was now getting slower and slower, and he also saw a section of the propeller being thrown out.
That's not the worst part. The broken propeller also hit the left wing, causing a large gash in the wing.
Too bad, it's too much.
Originally, propeller aircraft relied on the engine to drive the propeller to rotate, thus providing power to the aircraft.
At this time, the three-blade propeller of Type 95 has become a two-blade propeller. Although it can still rotate, the aircraft will definitely be affected.
Li Hang originally wanted to lift the plane to deal with the enemy plane that turned around, but he didn't expect that the enemy plane actually lost control and kept circling and falling.
Food delivered to your door?
You're welcome then.
As bullets were fired intensively, Li Hang got his sixth kill alone.
However, the problems with his plane are getting more and more serious. The main reason is that he took a lot of bullets when he lost control just now. The plane is covered with bullet marks. In addition, his forced operation just now caused the condition of the right wing to become even worse and the speed also dropped a lot. .
At this time, another Japanese plane flew over, which undoubtedly became the straw that broke the camel's back. After Li Hang's plane was hit, he completely lost control, and the entire plane plummeted straight down with black smoke.
Fortunately, there was no explosion, and the sneak attack plane was also destroyed by an I-16.
While Li Hang was feeling lucky, he also knew that he could not save the plane and had no choice but to parachute.
The moment the parachute opened, he saw a group of aircraft flying from the northwest, which were I-15 fighter jets.
This is the arrival of reinforcements.
It should be the third brigade stationed in Shangqiu, and 14 Yi-15 fighter jets arrived.
Seeing this situation, the remaining Japanese planes turned around and evacuated without thinking.
It’s a joke, 24 against 7, the fight has been like that just now. Now the Chinese Air Force has come with reinforcements, and they are still fighting. Maybe the last Type 97 fighter jet will have to be handed over here.
There are only three I-16 fighter jets left in the sky, but I don't know if all four of them have been shot down.
. . . . . .
"What's going on? There's a plane in the sky."
"It must be our plane with the little devil."
"Which are our planes? I can't tell them apart!"
"Let me show you the signs. The plaster flag belongs to the little devils, and the blue sky and white sun flag belongs to us."
"So many planes have fallen, it's strange to see clearly. Deputy company commander, there is someone who parachuted there, maybe he was a kid."
"What are you still doing? Come on and see. If we can capture a Japanese pilot alive, we will be able to make a great contribution."
To the southwest of Xuzhou City, a group of poorly equipped soldiers speaking Sichuan dialect were running toward the parachuting pilot in the sky.
It seems very close, but in fact it is more than ten miles away.
But in order to capture a Japanese pilot alive, these Sichuan soldiers were so excited that they ran over without caring about their injuries.
With this distance, it would be at least half an hour before they ran over, maybe even longer. The parachuting pilot would have already run away.
If he was really a little devil, he would definitely not wait for them to catch him.
"Deputy company commander, over there, I see that big white umbrella."
"Do you still have any bullets in your body?"
Hearing this, more than a dozen Sichuan soldiers looked at each other.
"I still have seven bullets."
"I only have three bullets left."
"I only have one!"
"I only have five."
. . .
"A dozen of us can't even get a hundred rounds of ammunition? Be careful later."
"Sanwazi, take two people and go around from the left."
"Hei'er, take two people and go around from the right."
"The rest of you are with me."
"Remember, don't rush to shoot, we want to capture him alive, do you hear me?"
"heard it!"
"Deputy company commander, if we really catch a kid alive, will we be rewarded with some money?"
"Definitely. I heard that the Japs pilots are all officers. If you can capture one alive, there will definitely be a reward."
So these dozen Sichuan soldiers divided into three groups, and then outflanked the pilot who was sorting his parachute.
But they soon discovered a problem.
The little devil seemed to have seen them, but he had no intention of running away.
"What's going on? Isn't that little devil running away?"
"Maybe I thought I couldn't run away, so I just didn't run away."
"The little devil who came to our door deserves our credit."
Because it was too far away, they couldn't tell whether the flight suit worn by the pilot was Chinese or Japanese.
Mainly because they had never seen their own pilots, they subconsciously thought that the parachute was a Japanese pilot.
