my bright sword career

Chapter 495 Stop the Bombing
Doolittle was right. Originally they were flying the B-25B type which was an early type, but now the Liantai Flying Corps assigned them an H type.

The difference between the H-type and the B-type is that it has improved the carburetor, the cabin heater, the larger disposable fuel tank, the bomb hanger under the wing, and changed the original 0.3-inch caliber machine gun on the nose to a 75mm light Machine guns, and a machine gun was added on each side of the nose.

After such improvements, the B-25 became more ferocious and stronger.

Although the B-25 has made a lot of changes, it can only be regarded as a trivial matter for this master who can rub the plane by himself. After half an hour of fiddling and checking the manual, Doolittle understands the performance of the plane. Almost there.

He picked up the microphone, "Hey... Guys, have you all figured out the performance of the aircraft?"

Richard's lazy voice came from the headset: "I'm almost done here, and the rest are still reading the manual, but the problem is not serious, give me another half an hour and it will be almost done."

"It's the same here. In fact, this model is roughly the same as what we used to fly, but there are some differences in details."

"Boss, we are all selected by you. If we don't even understand this stuff, are we still worthy of being called elites?"

"That's good!"

Doolittle smiled.

"I just received an order from the Joint Command here, asking us to bomb the Japanese army positions 180 kilometers away in half an hour. You all cheer me up, don't lose the face of the United States of America Air Force!"

As soon as Doolittle said this, there was a burst of cursing.

"Damn it, I knew the salary wasn't that easy to get."

"I hate capitalists!"

"God, can't he just give me a good day off?"

Hearing the complaints coming from the headset, Doolittle just smiled, and then began to check the status of the plane.

He is very clear, don't look at Richard's complaints, but they will definitely complete the preparations on time, because they are all elites handpicked by him.

In fact, this is true. For a familiar model like the B-25, even an improved version is just a little more time for these elites.

While the pilots were busy familiarizing themselves with the aircraft, a team of ground crews had already pushed the ammunition carts and started loading the B-25 with bombs.

Following the signal from the control tower, 24 B-25 bombers began to taxi on the runway. When the taxiing speed increased to 25 knots, Doolittle pulled the joystick lightly, and the nose of the B-[-] bombers twitched. Lifting, the bomber over ten tons lightly rushed into the sky, followed by the second and third...

Huang Huaimin stood on the control tower, silently watching the fleet that quickly completed formation in the air and raised his hand to look at his watch.

It took only 8 minutes for the entire fleet from take-off to assembly, and the same thing would take at least 10 minutes if the bomber pilots of the flight corps were to do it.

Don't look at the difference of only ten minutes, but Huang Huaimin knows that in war, let alone more than ten minutes, sometimes just one or two minutes is the difference between heaven and hell.

"Looks like it's time for those guys to go back to the stove, let them see the difference between themselves and the world's top pilots, so that these guys don't always look like they have their nostrils up."

When the fleet completed formation and began to fly towards the target, Richard's slightly complacent voice sounded in Doolittle's ears, "Head...the speed of our assembly this time must have shocked those people, right?"

Doolittle snorted softly: "I don't know if the earthquake hit anyone else, but I checked the time just now, and our assembly this time was 3 minutes slower than usual. Run me ten laps around the airport!"

Richard felt aggrieved and said, "But this is the first time we drive this improved model, isn't it normal to be slower?"

"You can save this to the Japanese." Doolittle snorted softly, "Perhaps the Japanese fighters are willing to show mercy."

Richard immediately fell silent. In fact, although an invisible hand was contributing to the Pearl Harbor incident, the laxity of the Americans was not the main reason.

At that time, if the US Navy in Pearl Harbor had been a little more vigilant, the losses of the Americans would not have been so heavy.

"Sir... Our escort squadron is here." Henry's voice sounded on the public channel.

Everyone turned their heads and saw more than 20 dark green fighters approaching quickly from the left, and then divided into two teams to firmly protect the entire fleet in the middle, and then an English voice full of foreign accents rang on the public channel.

"Lynx Brigade, we are the Sixth Squadron of the Second Brigade of the Liantai Flying Corps, code-named Woodpecker, and I am Captain Lu Dayou, the squadron leader, and I am now ordered to escort you."

"Mr. Captain, thank you for coming. With your protection, we can rest assured." Doolittle immediately welcomed the arrival of a group from Lu University.

"You're welcome. It's my duty to protect you from being harassed by Japanese fighter planes. I only have one hope, and that is to be more accurate when you drop bombs later. It's best to throw the bombs at their butts."

"Hahaha……"

There was a chuckle on the channel, and a voice that obviously didn't belong to Doolittle also rang out.

"Woodpecker, you can rest assured about the accuracy of bombing. I promise that from now on, the little Japanese will be scared into the dog hole when they hear the sound of the plane."

"Hahaha……"

A burst of laughter sounded in the public channel.

The distance of more than 100 kilometers is really just a blink of an eye for the B-400 bomber with a maximum speed of more than 25 kilometers per hour, just as the group of kung fu planes that everyone is talking about has reached the target.

Doolittle tuned to a specific frequency and started calling: "This is the Lynx Squadron. We have reached the sky above the target, and we are requesting instructions on what to do next."

As soon as his words fell, an urgent voice sounded: "Lynx Lynx... This is the new brigade, we are attacked by the superior force of the Japanese army... Request air support, request air support!"

Although the tone of the people on the channel was very urgent, the experienced Doolittle still said calmly: "The Lynx received it, please report the target location, otherwise we will not be able to support."

"Target...Target location 3541 4571, request for coverage bombing of this area!"

"Understood... repeat, target location 3541 4571, cover bombing."

Doolittle repeated it, and was about to order the Second Squadron led by Richard to carry out the order, when a hurried voice rang out, "Lynx...stop the bombing, stop the bombing!"

(End of this chapter)