The P38 lightning in the air was like a phoenix reborn from the fire, rushing out from the explosion.
It bit down on a Japanese fighter jet in the air.
"Tong!"
Three dull gunshots rang out.
The Japanese fighter jet that was targeted instantly disintegrated in the air. Accompanied by the flames of the explosion, the plane turned into pieces and fell to the ground.
"Good fight!"
Seeing that the P38 had taken down another Japanese plane, cheers immediately came from below.
Other than the P38 fighter jet with the serial number 001.
The rest of the Lightning Fighters had achieved good results.
They were fast, had high altitude, had thick armor, and had large caliber weapons.
The entire Lightning Fighter Plane crushed the Japanese Fighter Plane from all angles.
It was like an adult bullying a kindergarten child.
Even the P51 Mustang fighter jets at the periphery did not participate in the battle.
The six Lightnings were facing more than 50 Japanese fighter jets, but they were not at a disadvantage at all.
The Japanese fighter jets were constantly blown up in the air and scattered on the ground.
As for the Japanese pilot, he didn't even have the chance to parachute before he was killed.
Apart from that, the fighter pilots who came out of Fengtian Airport saw the friendly fighter jets continuously killing the Japanese fighter jets in the air and joined the battle one by one.
The battle in the air was one-sided.
The Japanese fighter jets did not have much strength to fight back.
How?
They couldn't match up to their speed. They wanted to climb up and use their altitude advantage to dive down, but they realized that the enemy's aircraft was pulling up faster than them. The turning radius was smaller than theirs, and it was more agile.
And even if there was a bullet that hit the P38 fighter jet by luck, it would be too late.
The thickness of the P38 fighter jet's armor was not something that the machine guns carried by the Japanese fighters could penetrate.
It only left behind bullet marks, not even scars.
At this moment, a large number of Japanese fighter jets appeared in the distance again.
This time, it was the Japanese fighter jets escorting the bomber to destroy Tang Hanming's artillery position.
However, the Japanese didn't expect it.
It had only been about ten minutes, and the first batch of fighter jets had already fallen into such a huge disadvantage.
By the time they arrived, less than half of the original 50-plus Japanese fighter jets were gone.
Half of this was because the P38 clone pilots did not use their full strength. They left some enemies for the pilots from Fengtian to practice.
After all, such a massacre was rare.
As for the P51 fighter jet, it was always outside the battlefield. Occasionally, it would shoot down one or two Japanese fighter jets that wanted to ambush them, as if it was supervising the battle.
Compared to the P38 fighter jet, the P51 fighter jet was much smaller, but it was faster, more agile, and more ferocious.
The target of these P51 fighter jets was the second batch of Japanese fighter jets.
When the pilot of the P51 fighter jet with the serial number 010 saw the Japanese approaching, he immediately turned around and shouted excitedly,"Guys, the prey is here!"
Indeed, in the eyes of the P51 pilots, the new batch of fighter jets from the Japanese were their prey.
The 10 P51 fighter pilots immediately left the perimeter and flew towards the Japanese fleet.
The newly arrived Japanese fleet had yet to react to what had happened.
The current fighter jets and short-distance communications all relied on the flight movements of the pilot plane or hand gestures to transmit signals.
It was the gesture he made when he looked at the plane next door while flying side by side.
During World War I, two pilots would even take out their pistols and shoot at each other. Now that they had machine guns and cannons, it was already a big improvement.
The newly arrived Japanese fleet saw ten fighter jets heading towards them.
The leading fighter jet thought that the enemy's fighter jets were too few in number and had been bitten by the previous batch of fighter jets. It immediately flapped its wings and charged towards the P51 Mustang.
Behind him were 30 fighter jets, and the remaining 20 bomber planes were already preparing to drop their bombs.
The Japanese fighter pilots were constantly calculating the distance between the two sides, preparing to kill the enemy fighter jets as soon as possible.
Especially when he saw the enemy fighter jet charging straight at him, he thought that he had encountered a rookie and that he only needed to pull up and dive to kill him…
The Japanese pilot had yet to plan his battle plan.
The Mustang fighter jet in the distance opened fire first.
"Da da da…"
The eight machine guns of the P51 Mustang opened fire at the same time.
The Japanese fighter planes didn't have time to react.
The cockpit glass and the body of the plane were shot, and they fell to the ground.
The Japanese pilot looked down at the hole in his chest.
A doubt appeared in his mind.
Why was this happening?
Shouldn't they fight after the two sides got close?
Why was the other party able to hit him accurately at that distance, and why was the firepower so fierce?
The Japanese pilot closed his eyes in confusion.
His vehicle crashed into the formation of his own people below.
"Boom!"
A huge explosion and fire killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.
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