latelenovela Chapter 351: Battle of Chittagong (3) P-47 vs. Handsome Warrior
Chapter 351: Battle of Chittagong (3) P-47 vs. Handsome Warrior
Inside the underground command center, everyone was busy yet orderly.
Although Bai Minghui is not very old, only 33 years old, his promotion speed can be described as "rising like a rocket" even within the young Anmin Army.
But he was one of the first senior officers to follow Zhang Chi. At that time, he dared to lead a group of defeated soldiers to fight the Japanese face to face with bayonets in the rainforest at night. Therefore, he was not lacking in courage or prestige.
This also enabled him to effectively suppress the huge military-level force of nearly 7 people under his command and command them as if they were his own arms.
Looking at the many young faces in the command center and these energetic comrades, Bai Minghui made up his mind to lead them to win the battle against John.
After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes the tragic fate of those young compatriots after the Northeast was occupied by the Japanese.
If the An Min Army loses and these Anglo-Sakurs take over the entire Southeast Asia, the fate of the Chinese living in this land will probably be just as miserable.
You know, concentration camps and the like were the "advanced experience" first pioneered by John in the Boer War.
Now he is in Southeast Asia. Perhaps it is just a distant dream for him to lead the army back to his hometown and drive out those devils one day, but it is his duty to defeat these Johns and make them dare not covet the Chinese again!
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At the same time, 3500 meters in the air, more than 20 Handsome Warrior twin-engine heavy fighters and more than 60 Mosquito Mk.IV bombers were mixed together.
As a classic bomber developed by John, the Mosquito designed by de Havilland has the reputation of "wooden miracle". Although its fuselage is mainly made of wood, it can still carry 4000 pounds of bombs and fly at a maximum speed of 420 kilometers per hour.
Although the top speed is slow, which puts the Mosquito at an absolute disadvantage when facing fighter jets coming to intercept it, there are also handsome fighters mixed in this fleet.
According to the plan of Officer John, who planned this air raid, these heavy fighters equipped with four 20mm cannons on the nose will tear apart all invading enemies with fierce firepower.
Unfortunately, he forgot that these heavy twin-engine fighters that could only fly at 530 km/h were like lambs to be slaughtered when facing the relatively flexible P-47Ds of the Anmin Army Air Force, which had a maximum speed of 690 km/h.
However, John's people were not completely unprepared. In front of the bomber group, there was another low-altitude formation, which included 18 ?6?7 Hawk Hurricane Mk.IIc and 14 rare Supermarine Spitfire Mk.VIII.
At this time, John's people's main focus was on the European continent. These 14 most advanced Spitfires were reinforcements that General William Slim of the 14th Army had to beg for.
As for the 18 6 Hawk Hurricanes, they were old planes equipped with only 7.7mm machine guns. They were not capable of fighting the Japanese Type 7 fighter jets and could only be used to make up the numbers.
Not long after, more than 30 murderous P-47s appeared in front of the bomber group under the guidance of radar.
Panicked shouts immediately appeared on John's radio channel.
"Enemy planes! They're from the Anmin Army! Damn it, why were they able to intercept us in advance?"
"They fly higher than us. Repeat, higher than us!"
"Damn it, the attack plan must have been leaked. This is a trap!"
"Should we fire first?"
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More than 5000 meters high in the sky, more than 40 P-47s have entered the designated airspace under the guidance of ground radar.
The weather was clear at this time, with few clouds in the sky. These P-47s were arranged in a combat formation of four aircraft each, cruising and shuttling at high altitude.
In the cockpit, the pilots were staring at the instrument panel and the distant sky, each with his finger on the weapon trigger, waiting for that moment to come.
"Black Hawk 1 calling all Black Hawks, radar reports enemy aircraft 30 kilometers away, expected contact within 2 minutes, watch for low altitude."
"Roger that, maintain altitude, standby!"
The deputy commander lowered his head to check the instrument. Everything was normal. He muttered to himself, "These Ansar guys probably didn't expect that they would face not backward millet and rifles today, but a group of fully armed birds of prey."
Commander Cang Xingzhou, whose call sign was Black Hawk 1, said in a deep voice, "No matter what it is, once they enter our range, we will let them know what divine punishment is!"
Although Bai Minghui's order was not to fire the first shot, these Sky Eagles, who had been eager to try for a long time, could not wait to add some new achievements.
"The enemy aircraft is at an altitude of 3600 meters, a speed of 320 kilometers per hour, and a heading of 139 degrees. Black Hawk Squadron, please be ready..." The voice of the ground radar guide sounded at the right time.
As the two sides came within visual range, the P-47s, which had been maintaining a large formation, began to break into small formations of four, dispersing and diving towards the gathered John bomber formations.
Several handsome warrior heavy fighters immediately pushed the throttle to full, pulled up the nose, and the 20mm machine guns opened fire first, and the flames spewing from the muzzles tore through the sky.
Facing the barrage of bullets fired by the 20mm cannon, the deputy formation leader was not afraid at all. He stepped on the rudder to change the direction, making the enemy plane's pre-aimed bullets miss, while excitedly shouting on the radio channel: "They opened fire first. Repeat, they opened fire first!"
"Each team is allowed to fight back and attack freely!" Cang Xingzhou's voice was faintly excited on the radio.
In order to increase its endurance, the lightweight Mosquito bomber did not even have a dorsal turret and could only try its best to dodge.
However, the deputy commander had already locked onto an enemy plane. He steadily controlled the fighter plane, put the enemy plane into the shooting crosshairs, and decisively pulled the trigger.
In an instant, eight 12.7mm heavy machine guns roared, dense rain of bullets tore through the sky, and tracer bullets drew a fiery line of death, instantly piercing the target.
The left wing of the Mosquito bomber was cut off on the spot by the laser-like rain of bullets. The bomber, which had lost half of its wing, immediately fell into a death spiral. Under the watchful eyes of the deputy formation commander, it rolled and fell to the ground.
At this moment, a handsome fighter quietly approached the deputy commander's 6 o'clock position.
The enemy's four 20mm machine guns spewed out deadly flames, but the deputy formation leader did not panic at all. He quickly pressed the stick, then stepped on the rudder, completed a beautiful S-shaped maneuver, and narrowly avoided the barrage of bullets.
"Holy shit! They're like slippery loaches!"
Pilot John cursed angrily and tried to lock the target again, but suddenly found that his joystick had lost its response!
It turned out that when he was concentrating on chasing the deputy commander, the deputy commander's wingman quietly made a detour and a round of precise strafing broke the handsome warrior's control cable.
Pilot John, who had lost the ability to control all the rudders, watched helplessly as his plane turned into an out-of-control coffin, while the deputy commander had already made a sudden turn from prey to hunter.
12.7mm armor-piercing bullets poured out like a rainstorm, shattering the glass cover of the cockpit in an instant, and the interior of the cockpit turned scarlet.
"Gosh, this John's plane is so ugly."
The deputy commander curled his lips, pulled the lever to increase the altitude, then locked onto the next target and launched a new round of attack.
The air battle continued. The not-so-handsome "Handsome Warrior" was completely at a disadvantage in front of the P-47. Explosions continued to sound in the air, and the burning wreckage fell to the ground, dragging long black smoke.
Once again, the slow and clumsy twin-engine heavy fighters proved to be no match for their single-engined counterparts in dogfights.