Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 497: Air Combat: The Fuso Air Force Formation is Completely Destroyed

The remaining aircraft of the Fuso Air Force formation fled the battlefield in a panic like frightened birds and flew towards the Wannan Air Force Base.

Their wings drew dim tracks in the night sky, like the dejected figures of defeated soldiers.

At this time, Colonel Li Haman of the A Wing of the Chinese Air Division was standing in the control tower of the Changxiong Military Airport, staring intently at the evacuating enemy aircraft on the display screen.

There was no trace of fatigue on his face, and his eyes emanated a captivating cold light.

"I will not let go of any enemy plane that dares to launch an air strike on China's logistics base! If we let the Fuso plane escape successfully, it will be an indelible shame for us!" Li Haman's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of anger.

Under his command, Squad C of Regiment A took quick action.

Twenty-five Destroyer fighters rushed across the runway like unsheathed swords, the roar of their engines deafening. Carrying the honor and mission of the Chinese Air Force, they took off from Changxiong Military Airport and attacked the enemy aircraft group.

In the sky, a fierce pursuit battle was about to take place. The Destroyer fighters were approaching the enemy aircraft group at an alarming speed, their wings shining with cold light, and their guns pointed directly at the enemy aircraft. Li Haman was closely watching the battle situation in the control tower, his fingers moving quickly on the tactical map, issuing orders one after another.

"Team C, maintain formation and prepare to attack!" Li Haman's order was transmitted to every Destroyer fighter through the communication system.

Destroyer Fighter: Dimensions: wingspan 16.2 meters, length 12.1 meters, height 4.13 meters.

Weight data: empty weight 5150 kg, maximum take-off weight 9900 kg.

Performance data: maximum speed 590 km/h, ceiling meters, range 2100 km (carrying auxiliary fuel tanks).

Weapons and equipment: two 20mm cannons (forward-facing, 750 rounds of ammunition), four 7.62mm machine guns (forward-facing, 4000 rounds of ammunition), one 7.62mm machine gun (rear-facing, 1700 rounds of ammunition).

Power equipment: Two PE DB-605B engines, power 2X1455 horsepower. The prototype of the Destroyer fighter is the Destroyer of the German Army during World War II. It is good at high-speed raids and pursuits. Whether in terms of speed, performance, flexibility, maneuverability, or firepower, it is much stronger than Fuso's fighter.

In the starry night sky, the Chinese fighter formation rushed towards the enemy shadows in the night like a cheetah. At the Changxiong Military Airport, the lights illuminated the faces of the soldiers of the A Wing, and their eyes were full of desire for victory and fearlessness in battle.

"Team C, prepare to cut into the rear of the enemy aircraft group and implement outflanking!" Colonel Lee Harman calmly gave the order, his voice transmitted to the entire formation through the radio waves. The Destroyer fighter flexibly adjusted its flight posture in the night sky, and its wings drew silver tracks.

The enemy aircraft group in front was in chaos and panic, and their maneuverability and speed could not compete with the Destroyer fighters. Colonel Li Haman took advantage of the enemy aircraft's weakness and commanded Squadron C to attack from the rear, approaching the enemy aircraft at lightning speed.

"Twelve o'clock behind the enemy plane, prepare to fire!" Colonel Lee Harman's voice was full of courage and determination. Flames spewed out of the muzzles of the Destroyer fighters, and shells cut through the night sky and headed straight for the enemy planes.

For a moment, the night sky was filled with flames and explosions. Enemy planes fell one after another under the fierce artillery fire, turning into dazzling fireworks in the night sky. Colonel Li Haman relied on superb tactical command and the excellent performance of the Destroyer fighter to inflict heavy damage on the enemy aircraft group time and time again.

The remaining Fuso aircraft were in a state of disarray as they were pursued by the Destroyer fighters. Their pilots fought back with all their might, but they could not match the speed, firepower or tactical coordination of the Chinese Air Force.

Colonel Lee Harman closely monitored the battle situation and constantly adjusted the tactical deployment. He knew that in order to completely defeat the enemy aircraft group, he must seize the opportunity and give the enemy a fatal blow.

"Team C, pay attention to the command aircraft in the enemy group, that is our primary target!" Colonel Lee Harman decisively pointed out the key point. The Destroyer fighter quickly locked onto the target and fired fiercely at the command aircraft in the enemy group again.

After a fierce battle, the command plane was finally hit and fell to the ground with thick smoke and flames. As the command plane fell, the enemy aircraft group fell into a more chaotic state and could not form an effective counterattack.

In the night sky, two fighter planes were speeding like meteors. The Destroyer fighter piloted by Wang Han, the top pilot of Team C, and the fleeing Zero fighter were engaged in a thrilling chase in the dark sky.

Wang Han sat in the cockpit with a cold and cruel look in his eyes.

He gently manipulated the joystick, and the Destroyer fighter was like a nimble leopard, biting the Zero fighter's tail tightly. While chasing, he challenged the other party through the radio in a mocking tone: "Hey, you dead rat, you can't run away, so just accept the judgment of fate!"

The pilot of the Zero fighter was sweating profusely at this moment. He tried desperately to get rid of the Destroyer's pursuit, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape Wang Han's lock. He was filled with fear and despair.

Wang Han saw this and sneered. He deliberately slowed down to let the Zero fighter pull away a little, then suddenly accelerated to quickly close the distance with the opponent. He kept adjusting his flight posture, sometimes flying high, sometimes diving, as if he was playing with this poor mouse.

"Don't be anxious, you stupid rat. I will play with you slowly." Wang Han's voice was full of teasing and provocation.

The pilot of the Zero fighter finally couldn't stand it anymore, he gritted his teeth and decided to fight to the death. He pulled up the joystick, and the Zero fighter rushed into the sky at a nearly vertical angle, trying to use the height advantage to get rid of the Destroyer's pursuit.

However, Wang Han had already anticipated this move. He calmly controlled the Destroyer fighter and followed closely behind, constantly adjusting the angle and speed to always keep a distance from the Zero fighter.

In the darkness, the Zero fighter was like a trapped beast that was cornered. It no longer chose to escape, but decided to fight to the death. Its muzzle flashed, and shells cut through the darkness and headed straight for the Destroyer fighter piloted by Wang Han.

However, Wang Han seemed calm and composed. He calmly observed the attack trajectory of the Zero fighter and gently manipulated the joystick to make the Destroyer fighter shuttle flexibly in the night sky. Every attack of artillery fire was cleverly avoided by him, as if it was a carefully choreographed dance.

"Huh, is that all you can do?" Wang Han smiled contemptuously, and he began to attack. The fire of the Destroyer fighters poured down like a torrential rain, and the Zero fighters were on the verge of collapse in the fierce fire.

In less than ten minutes, the Zero fighter was completely destroyed. It drew a sad arc in the night sky, and then fell heavily to the ground. The flames of the explosion were particularly dazzling in the night sky.

The Fuso Air Force flight formation, which departed from Nanwan Air Force Base, consisted of a total of 120 aircraft. At this moment, they were intercepted by the Destroyer fighters of Squadron C and turned into sparks in the night sky. All of them were destroyed.

The courage that Fuso carefully trained the pilots and was so proud of seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, and no one survived.

Their planes disintegrated in the gunfire, and their dreams were annihilated in the flames. The glory of the Fuso Air Force turned to ashes and scattered all over the ground.

Team C, on the other hand, displayed amazing strength and the ability to work in coordination.

Except for one fighter plane that was unfortunately hit on the tail during the fierce battle, and the pilot had no choice but to parachute to escape, the rest of the fighter planes were unscathed. Team C won this thrilling victory with a complete victory.

Colonel Li Haman stood in the command tower, looking at the fireworks gradually dissipating in the night sky, a satisfied smile on his face.

He knew that this victory was not only a strong proof of the strength of the Chinese Air Force, but also a heavy blow to the Fuso Air Force.

The soldiers cheered, their voices echoing in the night sky, celebrating this hard-earned victory.

Wang Han, the top pilot, also walked out of the cabin with a faint smile on his face, as if this battle was just a common occurrence for him.

Team A had only been on Liuwan Island for two days when they produced an astonishingly perfect report card.