Age of Rebirth

Meng Qingpeng's fighter plane passed through the debris with lingering smoke and climbed up to the sky. At this time, he spat hard and let out some of the depression in his heart. Only then did he have time to see who reminded him.

On the right side of his fighter plane, a fighter plane with four red five-pointed stars sprayed on it and the machine number "711" followed closely behind him. Meng Qingpeng smiled knowingly. Huo Liye, the captain of the first brigade, had served as his wingman before, but now, seeing that he was in danger of being alone, he rushed over again.

"Commander, I'll be your wingman. Let's fight freely, and let the old man's plane turn into roast chicken!" Huo Liye shouted loudly in the headset.

Meng Qingpeng smiled and replied, "Huo Liye, who is in command of your brigade?"

Huo Liye replied: "Vice Captain, Commander, don't worry, the first team can still play well without me, but the air fleet will be nothing without you!" [

Meng Qingpeng's heart felt warm, he opened the communication channel of the aircraft group, and said loudly: "Attention all regiments, the situation on the battlefield has not allowed us to evacuate safely. Over the Selenge River, maybe we won’t be able to go back after this battle, but the Soviet fighter jets will have to pay a higher price! Our prestige is what we fought for!”

There was a roar in the earphones, "Old Maozi's fighter wants to keep us, let's see if we agree! Commander, Lao Maozi wants to fight, we will accompany you!"

Meng Qingpeng said: "Okay, change the tactics, use the regiment as a unit, gather fighters together, pay attention to tactical movements, and cooperate with each other. Concentrate our forces to fight. What we need now is not desperate bravery, but close cooperation!"

After giving the order, Meng Qingpeng opened the contact with Kulun ground air finger, "Kulen ground air finger, I am Meng Qingpeng, please tell the division commander that all fighter pilots of our Northern Flying Group are determined to fly in the airspace of the Selenge River. Fight to the death in groups, fight to the last one person and one machine!"

After pondering for a while, Meng Qingpeng then said: "This is my last report!" Then, he cut off the connection with the ground air finger decisively.

Meng Qingpeng had already made up his mind to do everything he could, since he couldn't leave the battlefield.Just show the courage of a decisive battle, fighter pilots of the Independent Division.Has no habit of being chased and hit by the tail.Liu Hongzhang has the determination to wipe out the troops, why not our air force, let's work with our comrades on the ground to deal the heaviest blow to the Soviet army in the sky and on the ground!

Cullen, at 25 o'clock in the morning on September [-]th.Tang Qiuli received a call from Kulun's ground air finger, and Colonel Dong Ningxuan, chief of staff of the Northern Aviation Group of the Air Force, conveyed Meng Qingpeng's words intact.

Tang Qiuli's face.Immediately turning livid, he asked: "Dong Ningxuan, contact Meng Qingpeng immediately and convey my order, don't be brave. Before he is desperate, the fleet will leave the battle and return immediately. The Kulun Ground Air Defense Brigade will provide anti-aircraft firepower for the returning fleet." Cover, tell him that there are hundreds of anti-aircraft guns, and the Soviet fighter jets can't bite his tail!"

Dong Ningxuan hesitated to speak, Tang Qiuli let out a displeased "hum", and then asked: "Dong Ningxuan, what the hell are you fumbling about, did you hear my order?"

Dong Ningxuannai had no choice but to answer truthfully: "Reporting to the commander, Commander Meng Qingpeng cut off the contact with the air finger on the ground after contacting him. Afterwards, all contact with the aircraft group was interrupted. I judge that this was intentional by the aircraft group." No! They are determined to die!"

"Crack!" Tang Qiuli slammed down the phone, and roared angrily, "Meng Qingpeng, you bastard! I didn't hand over hundreds of fighter jets to you to fight the Soviet army! Come back alive, I will shoot you!"

Inside the headquarters, there was silence, only the roar of Tang Qiuli. All the staff officers and correspondents stopped their work, slowed down their breathing, and looked at the furious division commander. They were so furious. How many times is it?

Zhao Yuhe, the chief of staff who just came in from the outside with a telegram in his hand, didn't know why. He looked at Tang Qiuli, who was full of anger, his neck was up and he was panting with anger, and then he looked at each of them. The shy staff officers smiled and waved their hands to let everyone continue to work, and then asked cautiously: "Master, why did you lose your temper so much? Who provoked you!"

Tang Qiuli slapped the table and said loudly: "Meng Qingpeng, the stunned young man, took the remaining fighters and fought desperately with the Soviet fighters, and even cut off the connection with the air fingers on the ground. He clearly disobeyed the military order and did not kill him. It’s not enough to clean up military discipline! He will bury the family property of the Northern Flying Group!”

Then, Tang Qiuli's tone became low, and he said: "Yuhe, that is the essence of our aviation force. I don't feel sorry for how many planes were shot down, how many planes fell down. Our independent division's family background can stand First of all, I feel sorry for those pilots who have experienced battles. After this battle, the Soviet air force suffered heavy losses and may be completely destroyed, but the Northern Flying Group is afraid that the entire army will be wiped out! This price is too high. It's too big for me to bear!"

Zhao Yuhe persuaded: "Mr. Commander, the situation may not be so bad. Our air force is not easily wiped out. Maybe the Soviet army's aircraft fleet cannot bear the huge loss, so they give up on their own initiative. I checked the situation. Meng Qingpeng's aircraft fleet , because they were entangled by the superior fleet of the Soviet army, and could not break away from the battle and return."

"If they forcibly withdraw, they will be chased by the Soviet fleet, and the loss may be even greater. Meng Qingpeng also made such a decision based on the specific situation of the air battle, and it is understandable!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuhe slapped himself on the forehead and said: "Confused, teacher, I just received a telegram from Commander Le Yiqin that the five fighter regiments of the Southern Flying Group will land in Outer Mongolia in three to ten minutes." Kulun Field Field Airport is the main landing place, Commander Le asks what instructions you have!"

A spark of surprise flashed in Tang Qiuli's eyes, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Is Le Yiqin here? Shouldn't it be around ten o'clock? Why is it more than an hour earlier?" [

Zhao Yuhe intentionally adjusted the atmosphere and said, "According to Commander Le, he already smelled gunpowder smoke. The pilots under him who have never been to Outer Mongolia screamed, saying they want to taste the taste of Soviet aircraft. So I can't wait to hurry, afraid that I won't be able to win a battle!"

Tang Qiuli said anxiously: "Yuhe, order the radio station to communicate with Le Yiqin immediately, I want to talk to him directly!"

In the radio room, Tang Qiuli held the ground-to-air radio communicator and said, "Le Yiqin, I'm Tang Qiuli, please answer!"

From the loudspeaker, Le Yiqin's surprised voice came, "Teacher, I am Le Yiqin, and my voice is very clear. I haven't seen you for a month. Everyone misses you very much. Thank you for transferring us to Outer Mongolia. Thank you. The battle is on!"

Tang Qiuli's tone was like ice cubes, "Le Yiqin, don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, is the situation of your fleet ready to go into battle immediately? Tell me the truth about the fuel of the plane and the mental and physical strength of the pilot. , don't be brave!"

Le Yiqin shrank her neck, and said in her heart: "The teacher's mood is not right, he is very angry! I don't know who to talk to?"

Le Yiqin replied honestly: "Reporting to the commander, the five fighter regiments transferred by the Southern Aviation Group are ready to fly at any time. They all carry auxiliary fuel tanks, and the combat radius is within [-] kilometers. Completely ready to fight!"

A look of joy appeared on Tang Qiuli's face, and he said loudly, "Okay, the airspace of the Selenge River in the north of Kulun is about [-] kilometers away from your current location. How long can the fleet stay in the air?"

Le Yiqin answered accurately: "Report to the commander, counting the air combat time, the fuel can support at least one hour!"

Tang Qiuli breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his tone, and said: "Order, the Le Yiqin fleet of the Southern Flying Group, immediately rush to the air battle area of ​​the Selenge River. The fighter group of the Northern Flying Group is surrounded by the Soviet fighter group. In the middle, I don't ask you to wipe out the Soviet fleet, just rescue our fleet!"

Le Yiqin cheered up, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Teacher, I promise to complete the task!"

Then, Le Yiqin turned on the communication channel of the aircraft group, couldn't suppress the excitement, and ordered: "Everyone pay attention, the commander ordered, rush to the battlefield in the airspace of Selenge River, our brothers from the Northern Flying Group are fighting desperately with Lao Maozi's fighter jets, everyone Good luck guys, before we landed, we grabbed some meat and ate it. After the battle, I asked the commander to give us all extra meals. All fighter jets flew at the fastest speed. Hit, get off to a good start, and move forward!"

Le Yiqin's command style, as always, mixes morale boosting and combat orders, and a few words can make a long-distance flight. The blood boiled, and in the earphones, "嗤嗤" kept screaming, just like a pack of hungry wolves!The fleet suddenly accelerated, like arrows flying off the string, and shot towards the north, with a murderous aura!

Putting down the communicator, Tang Qiuli closed his eyes tiredly, and said to himself in an inaudible voice: "Heaven will not destroy me. After Cui just woke up, I have an explanation to him. This guy Le Yiqin came at the right time." it's time to!"

Le Yiqin's fleet, nearly 10 fighter jets, arrived in the airspace of Selenge River in less than [-] minutes. It was the time when Meng Qingpeng's fleet was struggling.

Flying over the battlefield, Le Yiqin glanced at the situation of the battlefield in the air and on the ground, grinned, and thought to himself: "Hey, the fight is so lively and messy, how do we do it?"

(to be continued) (to be continued...)