Chapter 600 Two-winged competition for glory on

December 25th, morning.

290 nautical miles east of Maldives and 150 nautical miles south of Colombo.

"70 meters!"

The Jinsha River deck was unusually busy. The soldiers quickly turned the depth-fixing device on the deep-water bomb. As the clockwork was rotated two and a half times, the small oil barrel-shaped deep-water bomb was quickly thrown into the sea by the launcher.

At the same time, a destroyer around it also dropped a deep-water bomb.

The sound of entering the water was particularly clear in the listener's ears, but he did not dare to get too close to the headphones, because he knew what would happen soon.

"Boom."

The originally calm sea water began to boil like a swollen balloon, and countless terrible waves appeared on the sea in an instant. Looking from the sky, it was as gorgeous as the fireworks of Neptune.

"The second round."

The white and thorough waves were clear, which disappointed the sailors. The warship slowly circled at a speed of 5 knots, until the listeners found the strange sound on the bottom of the sea again, and 24 second waves of deep-water bombs began to drop.

Anti-submarine tactics need to be very detailed. In addition to capturing the general positioning of the other party's sound signals, deep-water bombs also need to be dropped at fixed time and intervals until the whole sea area is covered.

The rumble of explosion wrapped in a column of water and kept flashing on the sea, until a ball of water mixed with oil exploded 100 meters away from the starboard side. When the sea was dyed black, everyone cheered.

On the bridge 20 nautical miles away, the staff officer breathed a sigh of relief: "Sink, no radio signal was sent."

A Allied submarine was still scared and happy. He nodded and asked, "Is the reconnaissance plane back?"

"Return." The staff was just about to speak when a telegram handed over interrupted him. After a few flashes, he frowned and reported, "The telegram of the reconnaissance plane, no Allied Indian Fleet was found in the port of Colombo."

"Oh? Not here?"

"Yes, there is only one Nelson-class battleship, two Dandong-class battleships, one Spanish-class battleship, and three cruisers in the harbor, and the rest are torpedo boats and boats."

Le Fei raised his eyebrows. Since the end of the Battle of Falls Bay, the task force has been hiding in the southern Indian Ocean. It has been drifting for two months before moving here last night, in order to at least hit the Indian Grand Fleet, which has been in Colombo recently, at the beginning of the horn. Unexpectedly, the enemy owner in Colombo was confirmed three days ago. It was indeed a little unexpected that the force left.

Zhu Houbin, who was finally checking the bombing plan, was also nervous. The deck was full of planes, and the torpedo had been taken out of the ammunition depot and put on the deck. At this time, the arrow had to be fired on the string.

"Order Jinshajiang to lead the 1st Destroyer Squadron to search west of Colombo."

"Order Lijiang and Lena River to lead the second destroyer squadron to move to Maldives Island."

"Turn on the radar!"

After Le Fei gave the order, he turned to Zhu Houbin: "Are you ready?"

"Okay, the first wave of 24 bumblebees and 50 ospreys." Zhu Houbin paused and thought for a time, "Do you want to reduce it?"

"No!" Le Fei looked at his watch and looked up at the eyes thrown from the bridge: "The air force should have set sail. Although we haven't met the Indian fleet, it's still the same sentence!"

"Don't give them any chance!"

"Yes!"

In the shouts, heavy torpedoes began to be pushed under the abdomen of the machine. The soldiers slowly picked them up with a manual oil pump and attached them to the hanger, hung them carefully, and checked them several times before pulling out the safety pins.

A HNA pilot climbed up the war eagle, engrossedly waiting for the flag in front of them to wave down, and the golden dragon wing logo on the fuselage and wings were shining under Xu.

The bow shuttled in the wind, and the roaring deck wind blew the corners of the clothes to hunt. When the flight controller standing on the front deck suddenly waved the red flag in his hand, the first take-off line, which was only 110 meters away from the bow, was quickly loosened, and the engine had already been turned on to the largest four bumblebees roaring and rushed to the end of the deck. .

The roaring deck wind gave the wings enough lift. When the wheel left the deck, the fuselage began to sink suddenly, and the pilot calmly pulled up the vertical pole.

On the wide deck, there are three take-off lines. When the first batch of bumblebees took off, on the second take-off line 150 meters from the bow, the subsequent bumblebee did not have to rely on sniper iron at all, so they released its brakes and accelerated out of gravity.

The last 180-meter flight line is for torpedo planes and future attack aircraft. They no longer need to block and increase forces at this distance. The extra dozens of meters are enough to ensure that the engine is pushed to the strongest.

As a battle eagle rose into the air, in just 20 minutes, all 74 battle eagles had left the deck. On the flying deck, which was just as crowded as a can, it seemed lonely in an moment.

Following the fleet, two long-range hummingbird four-seat twin-engine seaplanes also slowly left the water. They were not only the eyes of the fleet, but also sharp weapons to rescue the pilots.

"Get ready for the bomb and carry out the second wave of bombing mission as soon as the plane comes back." As soon as Le Fei took good care of Zhu Houbin, the first mate pointed to the east and shouted, "The Guam and Medan are coming!"

Raising his head, it was repaired in the distance, with four defense-class destroyers, and two Guam-class battleships that came to support with cold metallic luster shining in the sun appeared behind them.

Le Fei quietly hooked the corners of his mouth and took a deep breath: "Qiyu, welcome to join the task force!" --

In the dazzling sunlight, the silver wing logo on the aircraft is shining.

This pattern of two silver wings with a circle and a faintly powerful black eagle's head in the circle is the air force's silver wing totem.

In the rapidly rotating propeller light curtain, Zhou Fu suddenly saw that the silver wing logo on the wing plane next to him seemed to be a little dirty. He couldn't help frowning and said that after going back, he must criticize this rookie who didn't know how to love the totem.

Sitting in the cockpit, the white clouds seemed to be within reach. The escort formation of 48 wild horses was neat and fast. Looking at the countless silver wings shining in the sun, Zhou Fu even felt that there was an electric current swimming in his body, which made him tremble all over.

Downward, the first attack wave is composed of 60 tusks torpedoes/horizontal bombers with heavy "fish spines". Relying on wide wings and powerful flaps, this kind of aircraft can complete the assault at ultra-low altitude. This ability can't be achieved even by wild horses. After all, people put special emphasis on low altitude when designing. The name of the sea is Neng.

However, because of the wide wings, they limit their mobile and high-altitude surnames, so they can only be used for horizontal bombing when not using torpedoes.

There are some small black spots behind them farther away, which is the pride of the air force. 80 Dragon Tooth tactical attack aircraft and 500 kilograms of bombs make them look a little staggering now, but if the bombs are removed, their flexible and compact fuselage can even play air battles with wild horses.

Unfortunately, due to concerns about anti-aircraft guns, the slow and huge Kunpeng bombers were not included in the first wave of attacks, which was a little regrettable.

Zhou Fu looked at his watch. Although it is only 380 kilometers from the Linga Islands to Singapore, the Mustang can arrive in 50 minutes, but because of the need to protect the slowest fangs, he must wait patiently for a while.

However, when he thought that after the cluster arrived, the British would no longer see the sky, the corners of his mouth began to crack quickly, but before it cracked to the maximum, he suddenly saw a restlessness in the fangs below, and the edge of the neat triangle formation suddenly separated five racks and roared and continued to rush down.

The silent radio station also suddenly rang.

"We were found."

The voice suddenly made Zhou Fu's heart suddenly abrupt.

"A little dot on the sea." In the roar of the engine, Tian Yun's voice floated in each cockpit. Hearing the voice of the number one North African eagle, who is now the division commander of the Air First Division, the pilots all clenched the pole.

"The British will understand in a while that camels should not fly in the sky!" Tian Yun held the microphone, his relaxed tone and jokes, which filled the channel with laughter.

"Don't be able to do it." His voice suddenly changed, serious and high-pitch.

"Camel F1 is flexible enough to reduce air fighting and make more use of height and speed to hit them!"

"Pay attention to coordination, and be alert to the anti-aircraft guns around you when entering low altitude! Don't be attacked by the British!"

"Today is our day!" Tian Yun took a deep breath and pushed the oil rod to the bottom. The naval battle of Falls Bay made the naval aviation soldiers famous. Now it is time to let the world know that in addition to the dragon wings, there are more trembling silver wings in the east to protect the sky!

"Let's go!"

As the division commander shouted, Zhou Fu's left hand also suddenly pushed the oil rod to the bottom. Just now, he was as docile as a tame army horse, and the war eagle suddenly roared, and the violent hiss made it a real rampaging wild horse.

In the blink of an eye, a hazy black line appeared on the distant horizon--

The harsh whistle sounded from the sky on the island of Singapore. The island, which had almost no residents and had completely become a war machine, suddenly became noisy and nervous. The huge shore cannon pulled off the gun jacket, the small anti-aircraft gun turned, and more soldiers drilled into the bunkers and trenches, nervous.

The enemy has finally arrived.

The racecourse on the side of Bukit Chima Mountain has been converted into a new airport. Rows of camels began to turn the engine. The aircrew soldiers nervously pushed the plane onto the runway. When the pilot arrived, they immediately started the propeller. After a pungent smoke, the camel began to accelerate into the sky.

Deaf and Sampson hit their fists, and the two knew each other for less than a week, but their common flight hobby brought them together with the pilots from the United Kingdom and the United States.

"Deaf, beat their ass hard!"

Sampson sat in the cockpit and shouted. The unrestrainedness of American cowboys made Deafu a little unaccustomed. He waved: "In fact, I prefer their wings more."

Under the traction of the 180 horsepower engine, the lightweight fuselage of only 430 kilograms quickly broke away from gravity. When Dif and Sampson began to climb hard, the rumbling gunfire had come from the coast.

The two turned their heads and saw that the direction of the fortress more than ten kilometers away was already full of black cannons. Dozens of sharp silver lights in the cannons roared like lightning.

"That's that?" Difu foolishly watched a twinkling monoplane passing at a high speed not far away, and his brain was immediately amused.

Metal? Metal monoplane?!

"God, open fire!"

Sampson was the first to react and raised his head and opened fire on a rapidly passing wild horse. Although the two 7.92 mm machine guns kept spitting fire, the other side's speed was so fast that all the bullets were hit in the air.

"Fry your sister!"

Zhou Fu pulled the vertical pole fiercely, and his open wings led the wild horse to turn a deft turn, which could avoid the bullets fired by the camel. He was already trembling with anger. Unexpectedly, he just gave these birds a chance to avoid the anti-aircraft guns.

"Follow me."

Zhou Fu shouted, and the wingman quickly leaned over. After quickly pulling up and turning a corner in front of Sampson, two wild horses roared and rushed to the camel that was fiercely at him.

In the face of the roaring wild horse, Sampson knew that his plane's surname could not be as good as the other party, and immediately deflected the fuselage flexibly. The dexterous surname of the biplane became particularly flexible under his rough indulgence.

"Fed." When Difu also saw this scene, he immediately said something wrong in his heart. He quickly drove the plane closer to Sampson in an attempt to bite the single-winged metal plane he had never seen before from behind, but he turned over the fuselage and felt a roar behind him. He turned his head and saw that a Mustang had locked behind him.

A 25mm machine gun and two 7.62mm machine guns roared fiercely at the same time. Difo only felt that he and the plane seemed to have fallen into a storm. No matter how he dodged his ear, it was the sound of bullets breaking the shuttle. When the fuselage shook violently, the left wing had broken into two pieces. The plane did not Fall down on your own.

"Defu."

Seeing this scene, Sampson's eyes turned red. He didn't expect that the British partner he just knew would be shot down without firing. In rage, there was also the sound of bullets shuttling around him. Before he could continue his grief and indignation, he had to press the head to try to use the dive to avoid the enemy.

In the face of the enemy plane fluttering like leaves, Zhou Fu's teeth were about to be bitten. He didn't expect this biplane to be so flexible. At this time, the wingman's anxious shouting sounded in the headphones.

"Four o'clock, two!"

"Damn it, pester them, give me 20 seconds!"

Zhou Fu took a deep breath and calmed himself down quickly. His eyes bit this guy with good skills, and he kept counting in his heart.

"151073."

When he counted to 3, the repeatedly dodged camel was finally locked into the front sight. The moment his finger pulled the trigger, the machine gun and machine gun at the base of the nose and wing hissed at the same time. At the moment the shell casing cracked, Sampson's landline seemed to be cut from the middle, and the nose and fuselage fell apart in the explosion.

"Punched up."

It's said to be long, but in fact it's only a minute. When the two wild horses quickly pulled up the nose and almost straight into the sky, Zhou Fu saw the wild horses, such as the owls of the birds of the fish, constantly swooping, pulling up, and then diving.

This is the advantage, the advantage of metal aircraft!

From the beginning, Tian Yun did not intend to play the traditional tactics called "dog fighting" with the British. Although the Air Force has also carried out a lot of such training, the war does not need to be fancy!

Use the height advantage to convert the potential energy into speed in the dive, break away from it with one blow, and then return to the height before the attack, and repeatedly carry out the dive-attack-climb-observation tactical attack action. This is a new tactic to deal with wooden shelves summarized by the North African eagles after years of exploration and actual combat exercises.

Simple, direct and effective!

But this seemingly simple attack method is a disaster for those camels that have just climbed up. Even if they are flexible enough, British pilots often find that their opponents do not give them the best opportunity to fight in the air at all. When they finally rushed to a good position, their opponents seemed to have eyes behind them. Like eyes, they immediately pulled up and broke away. They had never seen that speed before, not to mention chasing.

But once it is bitten, it will be the end of death. The most annoying thing is not to learn the other party's dive, because the camel F1 is a wooden fuselage. Once the dive exceeds the critical point, it will quickly disintegrate. Several of them were chased and finally the fuselage broke and crashed.

This is not an air war at all, but a massacre!

But Zhou Fu likes this feeling. The British have tortured China with opium for so many years, and now it's his turn to torture them with speed and bullets!

"Keep up with me!"

"Kill!"

In the roar, two wild horses aimed at the camels that had just got up. The fuselage quickly deflected to the left, let out a harsh roar, and threw themselves into the attack that the surviving British pilots called "they are hunting turkeys".

The fiasco in the sky made the anti-aircraft guns on the ground not dare to delay any longer. Even if the cluster had been strangled into a ball, they were ruthless, gritted their teeth and began to roar.

Fireworks bloomed in the air, and countless black smoke swept across the sky with fragments, but after only a few rounds, they could no longer care about rescuing fewer and fewer camels, because more wings had appeared in the sky.

"Keep the height!"

The blooming smoke bombed around the No. 201 fangs torpedo machine driven by Cha Zhenyun, and the rising columns of water on the sea blocked the view from time to time.

The wrist gently controls the war eagle, and the "fish bone" under the belly of the plane is ready. The old star thousands of meters away has become the only target of Cha Zhenyun.

"Boom."

Beside him, a fang was hit and turned into a ball of fire and plunged into the blue waves, but Cha Zhenyun only pulled the corners of his eyes and looked coldly towards the ancient iceberg.

When the shadow of the ship was getting bigger and bigger, when the British sailors on the deck shouted crazily, when there were countless blisters on the stern, and when the bow was deflected, the "fish bone" suddenly came out of its sheath, like a black lightning, stuck all the sound.

"Kill!"

In the frantic shouting, the fangs brushed the mast of the battleship, and then turned around, there was already a fire under him!

(to be continued)