The sky is burning!

More than 500 fighter jets from both China and Japan were mixed together, and one-third of them crashed in less than half an hour!

Both sides almost had the same idea, so the number of dive bombers and torpedo aircraft accounted for two-fifths, but just half an hour later, there were only about one hundred fighter jets left in the sky, almost all of which were Chinese F-24c flying sharks!

Most of the Japanese A6m3 high-speed fighter jets were completely backward in power, insufficient armor protection and firepower, and less than one-third of the opponent's survivability. Almost as long as they were hit by the cannon, they would be seriously injured. If they turned around, they would die! In half an hour, they would be almost completely injured!

The task force was not much better. Although it had a numerical advantage, it was more bombers. The total number of fighters was one-quarter higher than that of the Japanese army. However, the HNA pilots, who had basically not had much actual combat, obviously had insufficient estimates of the Japanese army's death. Although the training time and air combat skills were far superior to the Japanese army, they were nervous and panicked and almost turned the Japanese over!

In this regard, among the 180 fighter jets shot down on both sides, there were 40 bombers, and out of 140 fighter jets, 100 Japanese troops were shot down, and 30 bombers were lost. It can be said that the losses were huge!

The remaining Japanese aircraft totaled seventy or eighty, most of which were slower dive bombers and torpedo aircraft. Behind, four aircraft carriers had sunk, and two seriously injured were dragged by two heavy patrols to the local area from the north of the battlefield, slow, and a little more were walking.

The Chinese pilot, who was still in shock, felt that the silver wings flying around him suddenly disappeared. He suddenly came to his senses. After a closer look, the entire space was much sparse and the Japanese fighter jets that could fight to the death were insignificant. Under the strong attack of the dual-aircraft formation, there were only a handful of time to survive. They were sure to win!

But half of the fighter jets were covered with scars, and more than 500 fighter jets were mixed in the narrow airspace, killing wildly at any cost. There were thousands of bullets flying in every second. In half an hour, most of the ammunition was empty and the aviation fuel was still sufficient. But should they be allowed to use self-defense pistols to switch between them?

On the sea, the wreckage left behind by many fighter jets exploded or crashed was still burning. Debris of all sizes covered the sea. The large aluminum alloys were sunk, but the broken corpses were scattered in chaos.

Not many Chinese pilots with sufficient life-saving conditions died. The skydiving was successful and they were still on the water, while swimming out, preparing to receive rescue from destroyers. The balls of oil stains dyed the sea surface within a radius of dozens of kilometers, like a canvas with a pot of ink, and were messy, and the sea fish that were blown to death were turning white on their belly. They were everywhere.

The dive bombers and torpedo planes of both sides made their heads turn around and had to dodge far away. The collision of steel at a speed of five or six hundred kilometers per hour was not something they could mix with when they were clumsy.

The task force's fighter jets that had dropped bombs successfully landed on two aircraft carriers and reloaded, but had not taken off. The Japanese army wanted to bomb, but were blocked on the periphery, and a few broke through were knocked out to remove the dense near-defense systems and anti-aircraft guns. They were also confrontation and looking for opportunities!

The last few Japanese fighter jets were cleaned up. F-24c aircraft without ammunition turned around and returned south, landed on two large aircraft carriers that were reinforced for maintenance, loading and supplying ammunition. Several spare aircraft have been launched as protection, but initiating a battle, there is no need for one, and the second is that the number is too small and I can't do it.

During the turn of the Nagato, Yamamoto Irojutsu never paid attention to the constant roar. His eyes were staring at the air for a long time until his own fighter plane lost all its losses and a trace of sadness surged into his heart.

At this moment, a powerful voice came from the radio: "Master Yamamoto, I am Miyagi Oji of the Akagi Flying Team! Our aircraft carriers and fighter planes were all broken and killed. As a carrier-based force, we must make our own contributions! Now, the Chinese Air Force has exhausted ammunition. I request that all the fleets of ships attack and ship explosions together to launch a decisive charge on the enemy aircraft carrier! Regardless of whether the bomb is dropped or not, we will resolutely fly the fighter plane and crash into the aircraft carrier, giving them the final heavy blow. Please be sure to approve the commander!"

"What?! No! No! Absolutely not allowed!"

Yamamoto Iroku was shocked on the spot and then dismissed the request! But at the same time, tears suddenly filled his eyes!

What a great warrior! They must have thought that without an aircraft carrier, they would not be able to fly back at least a thousand nautical miles away from their homeland. Even if they withdraw from the battlefield and fall on the sea, they will be the only end.

Obviously, these soldiers did not want to leave in humiliation, but could launch an attack on the enemy ship? Without a numerical advantage, facing the powerful enemy ship's air defense force, the possibility of bomb dropping is very small, but they may be killed separately.

So, in order to exert their last strength, they made such a determination to use their flesh and blood to fly fighter jets and crash into enemy ships, seeking to burn both jade and stone!

How brave! How heroic! How unrestrained!

They should have become the middle of the Imperial Navy's aviation power. They were the last group of air combat elites that the Empire had worked hard to cultivate over the years. They were the spark that could convey experience and tactics. If they were lost like this, it would definitely be an irreparable disaster and tragedy!

They are all Yamamoto’s heart flesh. How could they wither and fall like this?!

Yamamoto Iroku was moved by their righteousness and was happy for such a sensible subordinate. In the form in front of him, anyone with a slightly larger view of the situation could judge that although he had seven battleships and two or three times the opponent's auxiliary ship, the key point was that the opponent had four aircraft carriers and at least one hundred fighter jets, as well as the same number of attack aircraft and two hundred fighters, which could cooperate with the four battleships to cause huge damage to his fleet where he joined forces.

The worst thing is that the speed and range of the fighter jets are destined to be harassed by the fighter jets, even if the Yamamoto fleet retreats to the local area, at least five or six hundred nautical miles before the arrival of the army reinforcements, and they will be constantly harassed by the fighter jets, bombarded and chased, and they will not be able to escape!

After understanding these, the brave flying team's major must exchange his own sacrifice for the paralysis of the opponent's HNA power!

The Grandmaster Miyagi seemed to have realized everything and smiled heartily: "Sir Yamamoto! Thank you for your trust and reliance on us all the time! As the Imperial Navy, it is our lifelong wish to protect the fleet and guard His Majesty the Emperor. It is our lifelong wish to die for it. It is glorious and happy. Then, let me say goodbye!"

His calm voice was transmitted to other bombers and torpedo planes via radio: "You guys, the empire has raised us for many years, and today it is time to serve her. His Majesty the Emperor is watching us in Tokyo, and it is our sacred duty to maintain the glory of the navy and the long-term martial arts. The final battle is right now. Please join me in completely destroying the Chinese Navy like the kamikaze that blessed the empire six hundred years ago! I'll go first!"

A three-person Type 97 ship attacked the crowd and swayed its wings around it. Miyagi Miyagi, who was sitting in the middle, had a light on his face, staring firmly at the two "hero-class aircraft carriers" running south quickly more than ten kilometers below, gently slapped in front: "Strike!"

The young pilot's face was stiff as if he was usually launched an attack. His eyes were full of despair, his body was trembling slightly, and he grabbed the rudder with both hands, as if he was cheering himself up, and screamed and screamed and dived at the maximum speed!

Not far behind them, followed by a dozen 97 ships, lined up in close formations, and dived one by one, and the turbocharged engine exploded with the largest energy since production. The lightweight body rushed in a straight line without hesitation at a dive speed of 460 kilometers!

In other directions, the "Kaga" flight team, the Fengxiang flight team, the Longxiang flight team, the Canglong flight team, and the Flying Dragon flight team. Anyone who attacks or explodes the ships, whether they are carrying bombs or torpedoes below, under the call of the commander, formed groups and scattered in the air, flocking towards aircraft carriers that are fifty or sixty kilometers apart!

Forty kilometers. It only takes a few minutes for the fighter. At this time, four aircraft carriers were orderly recovering the fighter. On the periphery, more than a dozen destroyers and heavy patrol partners formed a defense circle, but they never thought that those guys in the sky would use such a trick!

On the "Navon Gate", Yamamoto Iroji took off his military cap and saluted seriously at the fighter jet that had never returned. He whispered: "Please go with peace of mind. I swear here that you must let your sacrifices obtain the greatest value! The blood of the Imperial Warriors will not flow in vain!"

Behind him, inside and outside the warship, and on the other warships, whether they could be seen or not, tens of thousands of naval officers and soldiers raised their hands to salute!

This solemn moment was recorded by the reporters accompanying the army. I believe that in the near future, it will definitely become a model of imperial education, and even go to textbooks to inspire generations of imperial young people to fearlessly devote themselves to the army and devote their youth and life!

On the 001 "Meng Tian" aircraft carrier that had just left the pursuit, Major Huang Zongbi, who was only 27 years old this year, stood neatly in a calm manner that was absolutely inconsistent with his age, standing in the command room above the island, overlooking the busy air crew on the deck. A fierce and undetectable sharpness appeared between his scholarly eyebrows and eyes.

At this age, it would be nice to be able to get a captain of a thousand tons of gunboats in the Central Navy. It would take at least ten years of hard work to be a captain of an aircraft carrier with a standard 20,000 tons. In Japan, it was possible only after the age of forty. It was nothing more. The navy's full technical branches required that the captain's ability was far higher than that of the Army regiment commander!

However, these stances do not seem to have any effect on the precocious Huang Zongbi. He was 21 years old and interned for another year from the Royal Naval Academy in the UK. After returning, he joined the task force and studied at the Guzhenkou Naval Command Academy. He became one of the few destroyer captains three years ago.

With the rapid expansion of the task force, as the old backbone, he has risen. Now he has become a young aircraft carrier captain, which will definitely cause an uproar outside. However, it is commonplace inside the task force. The boss Zhu Bin is only 32 years old, Wang Wenda of the First Squadron is only 33 years old, and Colonel Gonglang, the commander of the Air Force, is only 26 years old... The whole family of raw melon seeds cannot show how different he is.

Young, but does not mean that he has no ability or experience. Thousands of virtual training are enough to make him familiar with all the tactical skills. Just like now, when he looked up at the unusual posture of the Japanese plane rushing from afar, he quickly burst into alert in his heart, and he immediately called the whole ship: "Attention! There is something wrong with the Japanese plane! Be careful to block!" (To be continued!~!
Chapter completed!