Chapter 1525 Aerial Hunting (First update, please subscribe)
No matter how people expose their ugliest side in war, for soldiers, everything is simple and it's nothing more than fighting.
Once again, the plane took off in the morning light. As the battle of Fort Grant became more and more intense, the battle for air supremacy became more and more fierce. Almost every day, hundreds of planes fought in the airspace near Fort Grant.
Looking down at the front line from the air, the battlefield was completely shrouded in smoke. As in the past, Richard led his brigade to cruise in the air, preparing to attack the Empire's defense line, when suddenly a group of black spots appeared in the sky in the north.
"It's the Ming Dynasty devils' plane!"
The appearance of the Ming Dynasty plane did not surprise Richard. After all, in the past half month, hundreds of planes had fallen to the ground in the blue sky, dragging black smoke.
"Disperse and fight..."
When Richard shook his wings to send a signal to disperse the fight, he noticed that the enemy's attack method today seemed different from the past. Usually they were in the airspace of about 1,500 meters, and in order to avoid exposing the belly of the plane, they rarely flew to higher airspace, but today they were climbing abnormally.
"What are they going to do?"
Before Richard understood why the enemy adjusted their tactics, he saw the enemy planes begin to dive.
"They're diving?"
"One strike to escape, one strike to escape..."
Ye Xinlin muttered the new tactics that he and his comrades had practiced for more than ten hours, just like in their tactical training. After seizing the relative height advantage, they immediately dived towards the US aircraft group. Although the American machine gunners continued to strafe, threatening their dive, they were still able to flexibly adjust their positions.
Unlike the past when the machine gunner aimed and the pilot flew to attack in coordination, the Falcon aircraft improved by the mechanics no longer needed a machine gunner. Through the aiming ring above the instrument, while aiming at a JN1 aircraft, Ye Xinlin pulled down the firing column with his left hand from a distance of several hundred meters. Driven by the connecting rod, the machine gun located above the wing immediately ejected two groups of fire dragons, and the red trajectory of the tracer bullet in the air flew straight to the JN1 aircraft. At the moment when the red trajectory sank into the nose of the aircraft, fireworks immediately flew up, and soon it fell to the ground with a side spin, dragging a trail of black smoke.
"Yes, that's it, that's it..."
After the successful attack, Ye Xinlin roared excitedly, and at the same time quickly climbed up and broke away at high speed. Breaking away with one strike, this is the secret of the dive attack.
Although in the past they also regarded circling fighting as the main tactic in air combat, but after fixing the machine gun on the top of the upper wing, Ye Xinlin found through many aerial combats that the tactics of "occupying height, dive attack, and quickly disengaging" were more suitable for it. Especially after removing the towering shooting seat like an "oil barrel" behind the cockpit, the speed of the "Falcon" aircraft increased by more than 15% to an astonishing 210 kilometers!
This amazing speed combined with the new dive attack tactics not only brings out its speed advantage, but also because the tactics are relatively simple, it is more suitable for novices.
So with the support of the wing commander, half of the planes in the wing cancelled the machine gunner seats and made simple modifications to the planes at the airport - in fact, the modification was very simple, only a saw and a needle and thread were needed. The former was used to saw the wooden frame, and the latter was used to sew the fuselage cloth.
And today is their first battle.
As soon as they appeared on the stage, they blinded many people's eyes.
"Oh my God..."
Facing the fiercely diving enemy planes, Richard was shocked to find that today's enemies were completely different from the enemies he had encountered before. The completely different tactics were not surprising. What was really surprising was that they could easily and accurately shoot bullets at the target even in a dogfight.
In the red tracer trajectory, Richard, who relied on his skilled flying skills to avoid multiple attacks from the Imperial fighter planes, was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Their machine-gunners... they don't have machine-gunners..."
After several dogfights, Richard discovered that the enemy plane's gunner's seat had disappeared. They installed the machine gun above the wing. Although the machine gun was fixed there, it seemed to have become more flexible.
While dodging the attacks, Richard watched from the corner of his eye as the Imperial fighter planes in the sky flew in groups of two, like wolves hunting their prey at home.
prey!
At this time, all the American planes became their prey. Although the American pilots tried their best to get rid of the attackers as in the past, the Empire's planes not only flew faster, but also had stronger maneuverability - after getting rid of the "high barrel cockpit" and machine gunner on the back of the plane, the maneuverability naturally increased a lot.
The improved "Falcon" aircraft became the world's first real fighter. Faced with these "Falcon" fighters with greatly increased speed and maneuverability, the US military's JN1 aircraft was no match for them.
They were like a group of sheep trapped in a pack of wolves and being bitten by their sharp teeth. Even if they tried to get rid of the attacks with their skilled flying skills, they would be attacked by two other aircraft formations before they could even breathe a sigh of relief.
Under the fierce attack of the Falcon, American planes were shot down one after another, falling to the ground with black smoke. Some planes were even blown up in mid-air, and the planes that exploded in mid-air fell to the ground with burning fragments and flames.
At the same time, the American soldiers guarding Fort Grant on the ground were all staring at this fierce air battle with their mouths wide open. The one-sided victory made them simply unable to believe their eyes. Many of them even prayed for God's blessing.
But now, for the American pilots in the air, it is not God who can save them, but themselves. All they can rely on is their own skilled flying skills. Although they tried their best to get rid of the attack of the imperial aircraft, the gap in technology made their efforts seem so futile.
"Thirty-six to two!"
This air battle lasted less than an hour. Except for a few planes that took the opportunity to escape, all the other planes stayed. When the last American JN1 plane was shot down, the one-sided and almost perfect air battle ended with the complete victory of the Imperial Air Force.
When the imperial planes flew over Fort Grant in the posture of victors, the American soldiers inside the fort all looked pale.
They knew that their end was coming...
"God... God's scepter!"
When the American soldiers in the trenches murmured these words, everyone looked at the fortress with despair in their eyes...
(End of this chapter)
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