The distance is about five kilometers. For the two combatants approaching at a high speed of 600 kilometers per hour, if they don't avoid it, they will collide with each other in fifteen seconds. The two Zeros are one behind the other. Climbing towards him, Zhang Fengchao shouted: "Biaozi." He suddenly increased the accelerator to the maximum, pushed the push rod slightly forward, and controlled his own aircraft to push towards the Zero Fighter driven by Sato. Biaozi's name was Xiang Biao, and he was his wingman. Biaozi responded with a "yes", throttled the gas pedal, pushed the pushrod, and controlled the aircraft to continue flying high.
The four fighter planes protruded out of the headquarters in groups of two and formed a cluster of arrows flying towards each other. They flew like lightning. A few hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye. Three thousand meters, two thousand meters. Sato's eyes were fixed on Zhang Fengchao's. He flew the Baiji Dolphin, counting silently in his mind. As soon as the number 5 passed, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and a sneer appeared on his lips. At the same time, he moved his hands and feet together, and the plane rolled violently, and then raised its nose violently. The cannons on both sides of the wing immediately spit out flames, and the tracer bullets instantly dragged out a bright line of fire, heading straight for Biaozi on the left side of Zhang Fengchao.
Sato's wingman pilot is named Yoshimoto Oshima. The two have been working together for less than a year and have a tacit understanding for a long time. Sato has just started to roll, and Yoshimoto has already pushed the accelerator to the bottom, and his plane rushed forward to take over. Sato's position, and then a "chug chug" sound was heard. When Zhang Fengchao was still three thousand meters away, his cannon opened fire. Sato's and Yoshimoto's Zero War belonged to the same model, and the equipped 20 mm caliber cannon had an effective range. At about two thousand meters, the two men started almost at the same time, and their intention was very obvious. Yoshimoto was responsible for containing Zhang Fengchao, forcing him to make maneuvers, while Sato was responsible for killing the wingman driven by Tiaozi first.
Sato just started to perform the roll maneuver, and Zhang Fengchao responded almost at the same time. He narrowed his eyes slightly and pushed the lever on his hand to the left. The fighter plane shook violently, and the fuselage almost instantly changed from a horizontal state to a vertical state, and then in In the eyes of onlookers, he seemed to be flying straight towards Gibbon's artillery fire. In fact, he was just a hair's breadth away. He cleverly avoided Gibbon's preemptive bombardment, and continued to bite him unreasonably. Sato's Zero Fighter was captured,
When Sato's Zero Fighter turned its nose upward towards Tiaozi, the latter realized what action it might take next. The young man clenched his teeth and held his breath, pulled the pushrod to the end, increased the throttle to the end, and the plane started to move. Continuing to jump upward, he climbed nearly 800 meters in a few seconds and reached a height of 8,000 meters. He also dodged the string of shells fired by Sato.
After a round of shots missed, the leading Baiji flew a few hundred meters closer. Sato's eyes shrank for a while, and he pulled the pushrod hard to the right. As soon as the throttle was released, the aircraft immediately rolled down and fell.
Zhang Fengchao's left index finger had already begun to exert force. Seeing this, he released it and pulled the push rod with his right hand. The fuselage trembled again and returned to the horizontal state from the vertical state. At this time, Gibbon's Zero Fighter was far away from him. The distance was only more than a thousand meters, and the two people could almost see the goggles on each other's faces clearly. "Flies are disgusting." Zhang Fengchao muttered silently in his heart, moved his left index finger to the left, touched a button, and pressed the button fiercely. Pressing it down, almost at the same time, a "bang" sound was heard, and a ball of fire suddenly burst out from under the right wing of the fighter plane. Then, surrounded by smoke, a large ball of fire roared out, flew about three hundred meters, and then separated, becoming Dozens of fireballs rushed toward Yoshimoto and the Japanese fighter plane behind him. After completing this action, Zhang Fengchao directly pulled the fighter plane up without asking for verification, then pulled the push rod to the left, and then pressed the gas pedal. Drawing a large semicircle, he suddenly got in front of Biaozi's Baiji. Then, with a "rumbling" explosion, the two Baijis passed by a string of bullets, one on the left and the other on the right. frame zero type,
The profession of aviation is definitely the most popular among all arms. The selection of aviation soldiers in the academy army is second only to the Wolf Fang Special Forces in terms of rigor. In this way, becoming an aviation soldier who can attack the sky is almost impossible. It has become the dream of every young person who is lucky enough to join the Air Force. When the Air Force selects aviation cadets, the examiner must ask one question: Why do you want to be in the Air Force?
"Sir, I think the Air Force is super cool." Zhang Fengchao, who was already an Army second lieutenant platoon leader, replied,
It is by no means a standard answer, and even seems to be sensationalizing. Fortunately, Xuebingjun doesn’t care much about these empty things. However, since then, Zhang Fengchao’s file has added such an entry: “I applied because I think the Air Force is super cool.” Xuebingjun The promotion of officers above the military academy level requires the approval of the Political Department of the General Headquarters. Ouyang Yun happened to be meeting at the meeting. When conferring the title of major to Zhang Fengchao, he asked him: "Major, please answer me, do you feel that you are superior now?" handsome,."
Memorizing operation manuals, escape manuals, test flights, and learning command skills day and night has long made Zhang Fengchao extremely nervous. He was unable to answer this question right away. Of course, maybe it was just because the person who awarded him the title was the Commander-in-Chief. , so excited that his brain lacked oxygen, he stood there stupidly and didn’t know how to answer,
Zhuang Hou on the side laughed again: "Commander-in-Chief, I think he is so happy that he is so happy." Then he reminded in a low voice: "When I asked you why you applied for the Air Force, your answer was that you thought the Air Force was super cool."
Zhang Fengchao suddenly came to his senses and replied seriously: "Super handsome." Then he lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "However, the price is not small."
Ouyang Yun laughed loudly: "I regret it."
"I have no regrets. I think the price is worth it."
Ouyang Yun patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Some people say that aviation is the most popular branch. I would like to add that it is also the most risky branch. Do your best, Major."
The Air Force is indeed the most risky branch of the military. There is no room for negligence in combat, and you must go all out during training. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you become an aviation force, whether it is training or combat, There is no room for any negligence, and even so, accidents are inevitable.
Before becoming an aviation soldier, Zhang Fengchao only thought that this branch of the military was extremely handsome. However, after training to become a qualified pilot and a front-line commander, he realized that the extremely handsome aviation soldier needed to take such a big risk. It is really beyond the capabilities of ordinary people to bear such great pressure.
Zhang Fengchao suddenly remembered that because just when he and Tiaozi were locking Sato's Zero Fighter on the left and right and preparing to fire, the left engine of his Baiji Dolphin actually stalled.
The fuselage suddenly shook violently, and then tilted to the left. He was startled, turned his head and glanced at the left wing engine, his eyes widened, and sweat started to fall on his forehead. The left propeller was spinning rapidly. When he saw that he could clearly see the number of propeller fans, he was so frustrated that he cursed fiercely: "NND."
(Old Poison: One more chapter may be a little later)