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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 1300 Great Victory

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¡ª¡ª    go¡ª¡ª>The brutal fighting in the sky over Dafu lasted for more than an hour. The Japanese Southeast Asian Air Force could not support it at first. This was the first time that these Japanese fighter wings were supplemented from Taiwan and Japan.  When fighting against a group of fighter jets from the Southern Flying Group, Le Yiqin's pilots did not know how powerful they were. In other words, they never suffered a loss.

    The only ones who suffered a loss were the fighter group and the two bomber groups. In the air battle over Rangoon, they all went to hell. There were no living Japanese pilots who brought their own experience. Just as Nomura thought, the Japanese pilots  Their energy was in full swing, and each one of them was arrogant and arrogant, with the foolish idea of ??loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire of Japan, and the eagerness to make achievements.

    The inferior Chinese still have airplanes. Even if they do, it would be good to fly them into the sky. As for air combat, the Chinese have not learned yet. In the eyes of these Japanese pilots, the pilots of the Japanese Army are not even rookies.  You can only be a living target in the sky, and engage in air combat with the Imperial Japanese pilots who have been rigorously trained and armed with the spirit of Bushido. That is courting death!

    As for the various news that was sent back to the country, the interests of the Chinese pilots, how many aviation groups of the Imperial Army suffered in their hands, and so on. The Japanese pilots who entered the Indochina Peninsula for the first time did not believe such nonsense at all. I am afraid,  Is it the fault of the Imperial pilots themselves?  It has nothing to do with how powerful the Chinese pilots are, the Chinese are just an inferior race!

    With this kind of momentum and mentality, the Japanese fighter pilots were overjoyed when they discovered that there were Japanese fighter planes. They took the initiative to attack them.  Like wolves smelling blood, each one rushed forward, hoping to be the first to shoot down the fighter jet, fearing that others would take away the credit for their achievements.

    "However, a fight with the fighter pilots of the Army Division.  The Japanese pilots discovered that they were completely wrong. Is this the Chinese pilot they thought they were?  Bullshit!  They are simply a bunch of tigers, all of them look like desperadoes, regardless of their fighter performance or flying skills.  Or his will to fight, both are head and shoulders above his own.

    After fighting for a while, the Japanese pilots could no longer hold on. Most of the ones that exploded in the air or fell to the ground were their own fighter jets. The Japanese air formation commander saw that the situation was not good.  Requested to Commander Nomura to leave the battlefield and return home, "Commander Nomura, I am Major General Miki, commander of the air fleet. My fleet encountered the China fighter group over Tafu. After an hour of air combat, the situation was very unfavorable to us. I am requesting this humble duty."  , immediately leave the battlefield and return home.¡±

    Major General Miki is telling the truth. If the fight continues, all his aircraft will probably be left here.  These Chinese pilots are simply not human beings, as long as they are bitten.  Don't even think about getting rid of it. They dare to fire even dozens of meters away from you. Miki's plane had more than a dozen big holes in its wings. If the wingman pilot hadn't protected him at the cost of his life, Miki himself would have been there.  It also became debris in the air.

    The more Miki was beaten, the colder his heart became, and Nomura also heard it.  His own fleet suffered some losses, and he sighed, "Miki-kun, leave the battlefield immediately, do not get entangled, and return at full speed." As if hearing the gospel, Miki immediately issued the order to retreat. The Japanese fighter jets tried their best to escape.  The Japanese fighter jets were desperately entangled and fled in panic towards Hainan Island.

    Nomura's judgment was wrong. His fleet suffered not only a small loss, but a big loss. In the fierce battle over Tatsufu for more than an hour, the Japanese Southeast Asia Expeditionary Force Air Force left behind the wreckage of ninety-four fighter jets.  There were more than 60 injured, and in terms of casualties, the number had exceeded two-thirds.

    When Nomura heard Miki¡¯s report of casualties, he couldn¡¯t figure it out anyway. How could he not come back with a huge defeat every time he fought against Le Yiqin¡¯s China Air Force?  What's going on here?  Is the Imperial Japanese Eagle so vulnerable?  Nomura was very frustrated, but he hadn't lost all his money yet. Didn't he come back with more than a hundred fights?

    Now, the only hope is placed on the 73rd Fighter Wing that intercepts and kills the **Division's bombers. I hope Shirakawa can create a miracle and annihilate all the **Division's bombers, which can be regarded as a comeback and give that  The arrogant Le Yiqin struck hard!  Take a good breath out of the bad anger in your heart!

    However, more than twenty minutes later, Nomura's hope was shattered. He received a report from Colonel Shirakawa, "Your Excellency, Commander, our 73rd Regiment has not found any enemy troops in the Sadwa airspace."  The bomber group was about to search due west when it was suddenly attacked by a fighter group of the ** Division. After more than an hour of fierce fighting, our wing lost 27 fighter planes and is now on its way back. "

    Nomura was almost furious. He was defeated again. He lost half of his fighter jets. He was waiting on the route that the bombers of the Japanese division must take to return home. He didn't see it. This Shirakawa was not his eyes.  Are you blind?  Nomura was like a deflated ball, unable to regain his energy.

    That¡¯s itIn more than ? hours, the air force, which had just added troops and generals, and had some strength, defeated more than a hundred fighter jets. That was half of Nomura's family fortune. This can no longer be used by repeated battles and defeats.  To describe it, it was simply riddled with bad luck, and misfortune followed. Nomura could not blame others. If he had not saved a little thought and let the fleet return early, he would not have suffered such a disastrous defeat.

    Northwest of Yangon, Yangdong Town, the Yangon Frontline Command of the Army Division, Tang Qiuli was holding a book, lying comfortably in a wicker chair, watching with relish, and praising from time to time. Next to him was Liu Xinlan  The cup of tea brewed was still smelling of fragrance. It felt like being on a battlefield. It was clearly more relaxing than a vacation.

    Lieutenant General Tang Qiusheng, deputy division commander and commander-in-chief of the campaign, was busy signing telegrams and documents one after another. He also whispered instructions to Chen Feng, director of communications, and Yang Ketian, chief of staff from time to time. Liu Xinlan was buried in a pile of telegrams.  , without raising his head, the pen in his hand quickly moved across the paper, only occasionally glancing at the leisurely man.

    The staff officers and correspondents who came in and out consciously walked softly. The "tick-tock" sound of the radio was scattered in an orderly manner. On the contrary, it made the headquarters feel more comfortable. Everyone was busy with their own things. The only idle person was probably  This leisurely teacher Tang Qiuli was reading and drinking tea.

    The phone on the table rang rapidly, Liu Xinlan quickly walked over and picked up the phone, "This is the division headquarters, who is that?" Le Yiqin's voice came over, "It's Staff Liu, I'm Le Yiqin, please."  Please call the division commander, I have a battle report." Not to mention her gentle and polite tone, Liu Xinlan pursed her lips and covered the phone, "Sir, Commander Le is calling you!"

    Tang Qiuli put down the book and answered the phone, "Is it Yiqin?" Le Yiqin's voice suddenly grew louder, causing Tang Qiuli to frown, "Sir, this is Le Yiqin, the air battle in Dafu has ended.  , shot down ninety-four Little Japanese fighter jets and damaged more than sixty. After parachuting, the Little Japanese pilot refused to surrender and fought to the death, and was shot dead on the spot by our troops from the Dafu area. "

    Tang Qiuli's tone also became obviously happy, "Okay, Yiqin, your Southern Flying Group has made great achievements this time. I have not forgotten my promise and went to Myitkyina in person to celebrate the pilots!"

    Le Yiqin said: "Thank you, Commander. In addition, the bomber group has safely arrived in the Mengguan airspace in northern Myanmar and is on its way back to Kunming." At this point, Le Yiqin's voice suddenly dropped.

    "Division Commander, in the air battle at Dafu, our first fighter echelon lost thirty-four fighter jets. Twenty-one pilots died. The remaining thirteen parachuted successfully and were found by ground troops. Eighty-nine fighter jets were injured. Division Commander  "Our loss is too great," Le Yiqin's voice was choked with sobs.

    Those who died were all his subordinates. Among them, there was also a captain and an old subordinate who followed him from the Northeast to Indochina. The relationship between the two was very deep. You can imagine the sadness and sorrow in Le Yiqin's heart.  You know, this was also the Southern Flying Group's largest loss in an air battle. The air battle in Dafu was something that Le Yiqin, a tough man, would never forget.

    Tang Qiuli said calmly: "Yiqin, don't be sad. The result of the air combat is three to one. You should be proud of our pilots. When there is a war, there will be sacrifices. I will let the logistics department properly arrange the aftermath of the martyrs."  It¡¯s true, they are the heroes of the army!¡±

    Le Yiqin's mood improved a little. She wiped the corners of her eyes sheepishly and said, "Sir, I'm just worried. What a good pilot. I'm gone now. I'm much better now. Do you have any other instructions?"  "

    Tang Qiuli said with a smile: "Yiqin, do you have any backup plans? Where did you set the trap? It's not your style to take a loss and not get it back! Tell me, it will make me happy too.  !¡±

    Le Yiqin said with admiration and pride: "Commander, I can't hide anything from you. In the Beibu Gulf, I prepared more than 200 fighter jets for the returning Jaap fighter group. I promised you that the Japs will be  A spoonful of wings that can fly! From today on, there will be no trace of the little Japanese plane in the sky of Indochina!"

    Tang Qiuli said: "Okay, Yiqin, I'm waiting for the good news of your final victory." He put down the phone and said to Tang Qiusheng: "Brother Qiusheng, Le Yiqin did a great job. The Japanese fighter group came from Hainan Island.  He was defeated and lost his troops, but Le Yiqin still had some backup plans. I estimate that the Japanese air force should be eliminated after this battle! "

    Tang Qiusheng nodded with satisfaction and said: "Le Yiqin did a good job. Although it was a bit risky, it is the best result to solve the Japanese air power once and for all. There is no suspense in the air battle. The entire Japanese air force  It is only a matter of time before the army is annihilated. Now, our attention should be on the Iraqi army in Yangon.On the vine.  ".

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