Age of Rebirth

The squadron leader of the Second Air Force of the US Southwest Pacific Theater Headquarters, Captain Johnson, is still covered in cold sweat. The scene just happened, like a nightmare, made his heart tremble. More than 300 fighter jets of the Second Air Force, Chasing more than [-] fighter jets of the Japanese army. In this kind of battle, the American pilots are all scrambling to be the first, for fear of being robbed of credit by others.

Just when the U.S. pilots thought that the Japanese fighter jets could not run away, suddenly, from the clouds, a large black mass of Japanese fighter jets emerged, at least seven or eight hundred of them. The group surrounded them, and then there was a big melee in the dark. When Captain Johnson finally got rid of the pursuit of three Japanese fighter jets, climbed to a high place desperately, and looked down, at that time, the soul was almost scared away!

My God, the eyes are full of murderous, beast-like Japanese fighter jets, the smoke when the bombs exploded is everywhere, and the earphones are filled with the panicked shouts of comrades-in-arms. Or screaming strangely, he fell to the ground. Captain Johnson looked around in a daze. It was not bad. There were four fighter jets following behind him in his squadron, but he didn't know, what should he do?

Putting it into the battlefield and fighting with the Japanese fighters, I am afraid that they will be torn to pieces by the swarming Japanese fighters before they reach them. Before Captain Johnson can make up his mind, more than a dozen Japanese fighters are aggressive After killing him, Captain Johnson, who was in a panic, instinctively fled in a direction where there were no Japanese fighter jets.The four U.S. fighter jets followed closely behind the squadron leader.

A Japanese fighter jet that is full of murderous intent and vigor.Of course, he refused to let go of the prey that was on his lips, and chased after him. After running desperately for a while, Captain Johnson, who was dizzy, found from the flight map that he had already run to the airspace of the South China Sea, not far from Hainan Island. Far away, he felt relieved.The United States and China are allies, and if they make an emergency landing at the Chinese airport, they will be able to avoid the hungry Japanese fighter jets behind them. [

At this time, Xu Zheguang, the captain of the Third Battalion of the Ninth Fighter Regiment, who was on a cruise mission, appeared in front of them in command of the fleet.Captain Johnson saw the savior at a glance, and hurriedly called: "The air commander of the Republic of China fleet, I am an American pilot, and I am being chased by Japanese fighter jets. I request to land at your airport on Hainan Island. According to the Allied Treaty According to the regulations, you are obliged to provide us American pilots with an emergency landing airport! Please lead the way ahead!"

If there is no last sentence, what Captain Johnson said is normal, at least it doesn't sound harsh. "Now, I ask you. Immediately stop the Japanese fighter group and cover our American pilots for a safe landing!" Through the communicator, I could clearly hear the call of the American pilots. All the staff officers looked incredible. The heads of these Yankees , Did it enter the water, and begging for help is still so rude?

Le Yiqin smiled coldly, and said dismissively: "Huh, I have an obligation? I don't have an obligation to help you Yankees! I was chased like a rabbit by the little devils, and I still have the face to go to the airport in China Shame on you? How old are you to cover you, and you’re getting impatient to live on the ground in China, aren’t you?”

Xu Zheguang asked for instructions in the communicator: "Commander, how should we respond?"

Le Yiqin was very straightforward, and said: "Just pretend you didn't hear him, ignore him! Get ready to fight! I said Xu Zheguang, don't shame me, kid! Don't take advantage of it, and let the little devils and Yankees bite you One bite!"

Xu Zheguang replied with a smile: "Commander, don't worry, I only show up with one squadron, and the other two squadrons are lying in ambush above, at least they are your soldiers. I seem to have learned all these tactics. !" Hearing this, Le Yiqin's happy eyes almost closed together.

If it is said that Le Yiqin absolutely looks down on the American fighter pilots, the bear bag and the soft egg are deserters on the battlefield, and then the Japanese fighter pilots who are chasing after him will directly ring the bell for themselves. The death knell, in the words of Le Yiqin after the incident, "There is no way, the little devils want to die, and you can't stop them, so let them be fulfilled. We don't care about a few more rubbish on the bottom of China!"

Lieutenant Commander Yamada Shinichi, the captain of the Japanese army who led the team to pursue the escaped American fighter jets, already regarded the five American fighter jets as fat in his mouth. He held it tight, but he didn't notice that he had already broken into China's airspace. It was his wingman who reminded him in time, "Your Excellency, Captain, we are chasing the American fighter jets and have entered China's airspace!"

Lieutenant Commander Yamada Shinichi hesitated for a moment. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to have any conflicts with Chinese aircraft. Although he had not experienced several large-scale air battles in the Indochina Peninsula, he did not know how good the Chinese fighter pilots were. From his mouth, he also roughly learned a lot of truths. The biggest opponent and enemy of the Imperial Air Force is Le Yiqin, the number one underling of the Chinese Devil Tang Qiuli.

It was this man who caused many well-known Imperial Air Forces to sink their halberds into the sand, and the entire army was annihilated by him. When the China Independent Division attacked Singapore, they received a strict order from the headquarters of the dispatched army not to attack Singapore. Taking off into the sky, based on this alone, Lieutenant Commander Yamada Shinichi knew to what extent the imperial military circles were afraid of that Chinese devil. Now, he was also facing a dilemma.

He couldn't bear to let go of the five American fighter jets he was talking about. On the other hand, he really didn't dare to provoke the Huwei of the Independent Division Air Force. Well, the five American fighter jets that are at your fingertips, just because they have entered the so-called China's airspace, give up at this point, which will make you feel a sense of insult and frustration.

What's more, there is still a kind of luck, how can you be unlucky, encounter the patrol planes in China, and within a few minutes, you can catch up with the American fighter jets. The ratio of troops is more than two to one, and you can surround them in a few minutes. It can solve the battle, and then return without anyone noticing, a great credit that cannot be escaped. After making up his mind, Yamada Zhongzuo ordered: "Attention all, catch up with the US fighter jets at the fastest speed, and kill them. They, then return quickly!"

Now that your Excellency the captain has given the order, the Japanese pilots who are fighting smoothly have no reason to give up. Just at this time, the fleet commanded by Xu Zheguang appeared and blocked the US fighter jets and Japanese fighter jets.

Yamada Nakazu shivered, cursing inwardly, "Unlucky, how could it be such a coincidence that you can meet the patrol fleet of China?" After careful observation, there were only eight Chinese fighter jets appearing in front, while he had twelve. Those five American fighter jets escaped for their lives, but they didn't have the courage to turn around and face them. After checking the surrounding air, no other Chinese fighter jets were found.

Yamada Nakasa thought viciously: "If the Chinese fighter planes really want to help the Americans, hehe, then kill them together. Anyway, he has the advantage. However, Yamada Nakasa considers himself a samurai, an absolutely outstanding descendant of the Yamato nation, In fact, deep down in his heart, he really does not want to have any conflicts with the patrol fleet of the Independent Division, and if they get out of the way, he will never do anything!"

So, Yamada Nakazuo immediately called: "Commander of the China fleet, we are fighter pilots of the Imperial Japanese Air Force, and we are on a mission to shoot down American fighter jets. We do not intend to have any conflict with your army. Please get out of the way, let alone help the United States." People, otherwise, it will be regarded as a provocation to the eagle in the sky of the Empire of Japan, and we will deal the most severe blow!"

Nakazuo Yamada was very satisfied with his performance. He thought that what he said was absolutely polite. He offered advice and pointed out the consequences.

In the Air Command War Room of the Southern Aviation Group of the Yangon Air Force Base, Le Yiqin's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and the two cold lights flashed and then disappeared, "Xu Zheguang, I order your fleet to attack immediately, and put the little devil to death." Shoot down all the fighter jets with the Yankees, let one go, and you won't have to come back!" Le Yiqin gave the order in a cold tone.

Immediately, there were bursts of intense shooting sounds from the communicator, and the excited shouts of the pilots, among which were mixed with noises such as "My God!" Everything was quiet, only the weak "squeak" sound from the loudspeaker connected to the communicator, and the war room was even more quiet. All the staff officers, including Le Yiqin, held their breath. [

Xu Zheguang's very excited voice sounded, "Reporting to the commander, there are [-] fighter jets from the little devil and the Yankee. They slipped through the net and were all shot down. My fleet suffered casualties. Please instruct me whether to continue the patrol mission!"

Le Yiqin said succinctly: "Continue to patrol. If you encounter a similar situation, you don't need to ask for instructions. Whether it's a Yankee or a little devil's plane, shoot it down immediately!"

Everyone in the war room gave a burst of cheers, Le Yiqin sat down on a chair relaxedly, happily picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a big puff, and comfortably exhaled a cloud of light blue smoke, with a still He muttered, "I can't stand threats the most. Yankees can't do it, and little devils can't do it. It's still not decisive enough. What's the point of talking to these bastards? Just hit them! Well, you shouldn't hesitate!"

While muttering, he shook his head again and again, as if he was very dissatisfied with his hesitant performance just now.

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