" What weapon is it…"
Dohiro sat in his office in the Imperial Capital. On his desk was the remains of the sword of the 11th Brigade Commander, Suzuki Shigeyasu.
Suzuki Shigeyasu and his guards were burned into a pile of wax-like skeletons. This commanding sword that was bestowed by the Heavenly King became an important item to identify his corpse.
Even the commander's sword, which was made from the best craftsman, had been twisted into a piece of scrap iron the size of a pot lid. However, ironically, the words 'Heavenly King's gift' were still faintly visible.
All the scientists of Imperial University were sent to do the test, but they couldn't find anything unusual. The ground at the scene had been burned to the point of glass, and there were too many impurities in the rocky area. It was impossible to tell what the main cause was. Perhaps the high temperature had burned away all the secrets.
"Report, the Second Airline Group's Second Fighter Team has taken off from Nanyuan Airport and is heading to Cang Zhou to pursue the enemy's Ghost Plane!”
"Please, at least find out what model the other party is using!”
……
At an altitude of 10,000 meters, a prototype BF110C equipped with a 500-Watt airborne radar was patrolling in the sky above North China. At this absolutely quiet altitude, there would be no disturbance from the Japanese planes, and no ground troops would discover it, because the clouds three thousand meters above had covered everything. Other than the faint sound of the engine that could only be heard when one calmed down, there was almost no trace.
"Skynet One calling the Aerial Command Unit. Snake nest is empty. Snake nest is empty. Enemy fighter jets have all taken off and assembled. I repeat, enemy fighter jets have all taken off and assembled. There are 37 of them, heading 170, altitude 2500 meters, airspeed 300 kilometers.”
"Aerial Finger Unit calling Turtledove Attack Team. The enemy has left the nest. Descend 1500 degrees, turn right and maintain heading 090. Prepare to begin the operation.”
"Turtledove's attack team received."
Outside the western suburbs of Beijing, in the clouds high above Fangshan Mountain, 24 hidden FF-110C fighter jets began to descend under the command of the Air Command Department. They revealed a ferocious metallic light and headed straight for Nanyuan Airport, where the Japanese plane had just flown away.
"Aerial Command to Mourning Bird. Mourning Bird, take note. The enemy planes have all taken off and assembled. There are 30 minutes left before they enter your team's airspace.”
" Mourning Bird Squadron received."
The messenger birds that were still carrying out air raids and baiting missions over the 10th division slowly slowed down their ground attacks after hearing the order. They slowly gathered and climbed up amidst the cheers of the Cangzhou garrison.
At this time, on the runway in the base, a total of 50 freshly produced BF110Cs had been filled with fuel and loaded with ammunition. They were taking off one by one. Under the pilot's skilled control, they quickly took off and circled in the air. The huge number of clusters attracted the cheers of the residents of the county.
"So many planes!"
"Teach the Japanese a lesson.”
"Bald Eagle Battalion calling the Aerial Finger Division. We have assembled and are awaiting further orders.”
"Aerial Command to Vulture Team. Enemy aircraft have been dispatched. Number of 37, heading 170, altitude 2500 meters. Hunting operation begins. Turn left, heading 330, speed 350KM, climb to 5000 meters and maintain. Estimated contact with enemy aircraft in 30 minutes.”
Half an hour later, 37 Type 95 fighter jets from Nanyuan Airport flew over Cang Zhou.
"Yuxi, the airspace ahead is where the incident occurred. Everyone, get ready for battle. Pay attention to the search for the Wraith Fighters!”The leader of the team, Daisuke Kinoshita, did not realize that he had walked into a trap.
"Enemy fighter formation discovered. Hunt begins.”
The Vulture Team, which came from a higher altitude, circled around the sun. More than 50 heavy fighter jets carried the sun behind them and swooped down like eagles chasing birds. The double-winged Type 95 fighter jets did not notice them until one of them encountered turbulence and bumped into the ground. The Wei Nation pilots on top of it saw countless shadows.
"Above!"
Dada Dada…
Dong dong…
Whether it was the 7.92mm machine gun rounds or the 20mm machine gun, they were fatal threats to the Type 95 fighter jets that emphasized the ability to turn around and ignored the survivability. The barrage from above brought a devastating blow to the Japanese fighter formation. The 12 Type 95 fighter jets that were affected instantly caught fire and disintegrated in the air. Only one pilot had time to parachute.
The BF110C, which was diving down from 5,000 meters to 3000 meters, was already at its maximum speed. All the Bio-Human pilots pulled the control stick and pushed the throttle to the end. The diving heavy fighter aircraft suddenly made a high-overload climb and rose at an almost vertical angle. It consumed the potential energy of the dive and almost instantly pulled away from the Type 95 fighter aircraft by nearly a thousand meters. After returning to an altitude of 3500 meters, it slightly leveled off. Under the powerful push of the two 1200 horsepower engines, they continued to climb at a large angle.
Dada Dada…
The BF110s that were climbing at a high angle fired at the Japanese fighter formation below. The people controlling the machine guns were all Type I Bio-Machine Gunners. Their specialty was that they could maintain a 75% hit rate in a violent shooting environment. In a short while, they shot down three Type 95 fighter jets and injured five.
The Type-95 fighter jet could not execute such an exaggerated attack method. Firstly, their bodies were weak. Once they performed a high-overload maneuver, they would fall apart at any time. Secondly, their engines were fueled by a breather. The gasoline in the fuel tank entered the engine by gravity flow. Once they rolled or made too much of a dip angle, the fuel would cut off and the engine would extinguish.
The BF110 was not as awkward. Its body was tough enough, and it had an electronic fuel injection engine, so it did not need to rely on gravity to refill its fuel.
"Climb up and return fire!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Kinoshita Isamu quickly commanded the Type 95 fighter jet formation to turn around and climb up, trying to close the height difference between the two sides and prevent the other party from diving down at will.
Strictly speaking, the climb rate of the powerful BF110 was only 200 per minute more than the lightweight Type 95 fighter jet. However, the Vulture Team had already occupied a higher altitude at the beginning of this battle. Moreover, the conversion of dive performance into climb rate was the special skill of the heavy fighter jet that dared to dive at a large angle to increase its speed. Therefore, in actual combat, the vertical maneuver was always the advantage of the heavy fighter jet.
The Japanese planes had just raised their altitude by 500 meters and reached an altitude of 3000 meters. The Vulture Team, which had already pulled away from the Japanese planes, swooped down from 4500 meters above the side of the Japanese planes. Under the terrifying firepower, another five Type-95 fighter planes were turned into fireballs.
"Yiga!"
Infuriated, Kinoshita Isamu let out a strange cry and used his excellent turning ability to forcefully turn the nose of his fighter jet in the direction of the Vulture Team's attack. However, the Vulture Team, which was diving at a speed of 650 km/h, had already completed this wave of attacks by the time he completed the forced turn. It flew past their heads and dived to an altitude of 2000 meters below them, creating another 1,000 meters of distance between them. The moment the two sides crossed paths, the Vulture Team's tail shooters attacked again. This time, the tail shooters only shot down one, not because the rear shooters had turned into water, but because the formation of the Japanese planes was empty.
After diving for 2,500 meters, the Vulture Team changed their speed to 650 km/h and started to climb again. The Type-95 fighter jets behind them only dared to dive at a small angle, which was 200 km slower than the Vulture Team's current instantaneous speed. They chased further and further away, but they could only watch as the Vulture Team started to climb again in the distance.
"Aaah!" Kimoshita Isamu could only howl in despair and madness, but it was useless. Unable to escape or hit them, they could only wait for the Vulture Battalion to leisurely swoop down and take them away.
When only Isamu Kinoshita was left from the 37 Type 95 fighter jets, his teammate's voice still echoed in his ears."" Kinoshi-kun, hold on! I've just called for the fighter jets of the Third Battle Team from Shanhaiguan Airport to come and support us…"
" Hahahaha…" Kimoshita Isamu let out a maniacal laugh. Their Type 95 fighter jets were the best fighter jets that the Army had at the moment, and they were all destroyed. They were hoping that the Nakajima Type 91 fighter jets produced in the 1920s from the Third Squad would save him?
He pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Pa…
"Bald Eagle Battalion calling the Air Command Unit, annihilate all enemy planes. I repeat, annihilate all enemy planes, requesting to return.”
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