The distance is about five thousand meters. For the two combatants approaching at a speed of 600 kilometers per hour, if they don't avoid it, they can collide with each other in fifteen seconds. [Flying] Two Zero-1s
Climbing towards him one after another, Zhang Fengchao shouted: "Biaozi!" He suddenly increased the throttle to the maximum, pushed the push rod slightly forward, and controlled his own aircraft to attack the Zero Fighter driven by Sato.
Biaozi's name was Xiang Biao, and he was his wingman. Biaozi responded with a "yes", throttled the throttle, 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 were flying 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 place.
He flew the Baiji, 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 Zhang Fengchao's left.
Sato's wingman pilot is named Yoshimoto Oshima. The two have been working together for less than a year and have a tacit understanding. 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 belong to the same model, equipped with a 20 mm caliber cannon with 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. 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 in his hand to the left. The fighter plane shook violently, and the fuselage almost instantly changed from a horizontal state to a vertical state. Then in
To an onlooker, he seemed to be flying straight towards Gibbon's artillery fire, but in fact he missed it by a hair. He cleverly avoided Gibbon's preemptive bombardment, and still persisted in biting him unreasonably.
Sato's Zero Fighter was captured.
When Sato's Zero Fighter turned its nose upward toward Tiaozi, the latter realized what action it might take next. The young man gritted his teeth, held his breath, and pulled the pushrod to the end, and increased the throttle to the end, and the plane started to move.
Continuing to jump upward, it climbed nearly 800 meters in a few seconds, reaching a height of 8,000 meters, and also dodged the string of cannonballs fired by Sato.
After a round of shooting, the leading Baiji flew a few hundred meters closer. Sato's eyes shrank for a while, and he pulled the push rod 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 both of them could almost see the goggles on each other's faces clearly. "Damn flies!" Zhang Fengchao muttered silently, moved his left index finger to the left, touched a button, and fiercely pressed
Press it down. Almost at the same time, a "bang" sound sounded, and a ball of fire suddenly burst out from under the right wing of the fighter plane. Then smoke filled the air, and a large ball of fire roared out. It flew about three hundred meters and then separated, turning into several pieces.
Ten fireballs rushed towards Yoshimoto and the Japanese fighter plane behind him. After completing this action, Zhang Fengchao directly pulled up the fighter plane without verifying the effect, then pulled the push rod to the left, then pressed the gas pedal, and his plane immediately paddled
They formed a large semicircle and suddenly got in front of Biaozi's Baiji. Immediately, with a "rumbling" explosion, the two Baijis passed by a string of bullets, one on the left and one on the right, biting Sato's Zero.
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The profession of aviation is definitely one of the most popular among all arms. The selection of aviation soldiers in the student army is second only to the Wolf Fang Special Forces in terms of rigor. In this way, it is almost impossible to become an aviation soldier who can attack the sky.
It has become the dream of every young man 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 may even be suspected of being sensational. 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 thought the Air Force was 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 was starved of oxygen, and he stood there stupidly not knowing how to answer.
Zhuang Hou on the side laughed again: "Commander-in-Chief, I think 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 think the Air Force is 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: "Repent?!"
"No regrets! I think the price is worth it!"
Ouyang Yun patted his 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 a good job, 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 Biaozi 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 propeller on the left side was spinning rapidly.
When he saw that he could clearly see the number of propeller fans, he was so frustrated that he cursed fiercely: "*!"
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