"Shocking sun, report on the damage to the plane, I will arrive at you soon to fly with you!" Huang Xinrui, who was turning in the sky, was obviously not as optimistic as those comrades who had not witnessed the battle, and his tone was a bit solemn.

Tang Dao and the white-haired general picked up the telescope at the same time and looked into the air again.

"Is the hole? The cockpit glass is broken, the tail wing is completely lost, and it is difficult to pull up the nose. I can only barely control the speed. Now I am very dizzy and can hardly see anything." Chen Ping's weak voice sounded again.

Chen Ping did not report, and there was a piece of glass that was much larger than an adult's palm in front of his chest.

Just as Shen Chonghai thought, at the critical moment, he did not directly collided because he was afraid of causing two to one. It was too much of a loss. He chose to simulate the "air scalpel" tactic with his friend a hundred times.

But no matter how high the flight skills are, he cannot guarantee that his cockpit can still be one meter away from the Japanese plane at that interlaced moment. In order to improve the success rate, he could only pass by the Japanese plane at a high speed at the closest distance.

Because of the violent collision, the broken glass in the cockpit was like a bullet at a high speed, breaking through the thick flight suit and inserting it into his chest.

Blood was losing a lot and breathing became difficult. Although he tried hard to open his eyes and pulled down his windshield, he still couldn't see clearly ahead.

There was silence in the phone.

It should be said that the command of the 17th Division above the sky and the ground where they could hear their conversation were silent!

It is not a big deal to break the cockpit glass, but the lack of the tail wing is a very fatal thing for the aircraft.

The aircraft heading and pitching can be relied on the tail rudder on the tail wing.

"The scorching sun, you can skydiving. You are now located above our position. Repeat, this is the order, you can skydiving." After two or three seconds of silence, Huang Xinrui's voice suddenly raised octaves.

"No, I'm going to drive the plane back. This is my landline." Chen Ping's pleading voice rang in the phone.

"Shock sun, listen to me, have I told you in class that the aircraft's tail rudder is missing, and it will be difficult for you to control the direction of the aircraft? Now it is difficult to pull up your nose, which means that the wings are also damaged and the lift is insufficient, especially at low altitudes, which is even more dangerous.

In another ten seconds, you will drop from your current altitude to 400 meters. That altitude will not even have the chance to jump.

In the name of my teacher, I promised that when I returned to the airport, I would definitely get you the latest aircraft. You know, the Soviet side promised us that a batch of fighter planes would be delivered in three months! Moreover, this batch of fighter planes is also equipped with 12.7mm heavy machine guns, which will be even more powerful!" Huang Xinrui patiently advised his disciples in the wireless communicator.

"Dongdong, I know I will have new aircraft, but we in China do not have one, and our fighter jets can only be imported. The Chinese Air Force was killed in the two battles of Shanghai and Jinling.

If you can leave one more battle, you will have more combat power. I don’t want to watch my teachers and comrades fight desperately on the ground. I want to be with you, even if it’s death!

My hometown is in Jiangcheng, and my parents, sisters, and fiancée are all there. I want them to see me fighting for them.

Please, let me try again."

Chen Ping begged in an extremely weak voice.

There was silence in the phone.

In the flying cockpit that people can't see, under the windscreen, there is a bright spot.

As pilots, they understand very well what their comrades said.

Fighters are the second life of pilots. Without fighters, they will use whatever they soar in the blue sky and protect the blue sky.

In addition to overseas Chinese instructors like Huang Xinrui, their aviation school also has foreign instructors hired from the United States with his personal relationship. The flight skills of foreign instructors are unexplained, but the purpose of choosing fighter jets and pilots is: pilots are always more important than aircraft, and they would rather not fighter jets than ensure the safety of pilots.

But here is China!

In China, the first choice for almost all pilots is to protect fighter jets!

Do pilots don’t know their importance? The cost of cultivating a pilot can almost arm an infantry battalion.

Is it because they don’t care about their lives? Each of them has their own people who love and love themselves, who can give up easily?

No, none! But in China, without planes, there are really no planes.

In China, all maritime channels have been blocked by the Japanese fleet. The only land transportation channel is the far northwest bordering the Maobei Kingdom. The Silk Road once created the prosperity of ancient China, but modern wars cannot be waited.

China's blue sky needs to be guarded!

Only, sacrifice your life to defend the plane.

Tang Dao didn't say anything, but looked at the sky with a telescope and listened quietly!

The soldiers of this era, both the army and the air force, are worthy of this tragic but magnificent era.

They were far stronger than he thought!

China will never forget this era and the people who ignite themselves in this era to illuminate the dark path!

"The scorching sun, I saw you, I saw you, your nose is always going down, that's too dangerous, you have to lift the plane up to 800 meters.

Listen to me, if the pull rod cannot pull the head, put the flap, slow down, and reduce the speed to 260 yards." Huang Xinrui's voice sounded in the phone again.

"Okay, I'll try my best!" Chen Ping operated the plane with some difficulty under Huang Xinrui's command.

"Very good. Can you control the steering of the aircraft without using the tail rudder or the flap?"

"It should be possible! I'll give it a try."

"Okay, the scorching sun, I'm here, I will accompany you to drive the plane back. But you promised me that after hearing my order to parachutize again, you must abide by the order. This is not the teacher's request to the students. This is the military order of the deputy commander of the Sixth Temporary Aircraft Corps!" Huang Xinrui, who had already flew to Chen Ping's fighter plane, held back the tears in his eyes and gestured to Chen Ping.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Everyone, you can follow the navigation chart to transfer the airport, cruise at a 280-yard cruise speed, pay attention to saving fuel. I will accompany the scorching sun to go back to the airport, and see you at the airport."

"See you at the airport with a scorching sun."

"Hoong! Please bring the scorching sun back."

"If you have a teacher to take me, don't worry!" Chen Ping smiled hard and gave an OK gesture to the teacher who gave him a thumbs up thirty meters away.

No one could see the blood on his chest, blew by the cold wind in the sky, flowing faster and faster.

"The sun is hot, and all the brave pilots of the Chinese Air Force who can hear my voice. I am Zhao Shoushan, the commander of the 17th Division. Please accept the most noble salutes of all the officers and soldiers of the 921st Division of the 80th Army, the 104th Division of the 22nd Army, and the 17th Division, the 12th Division, the 101st Division, and the 4th Army Regiment under the Second War Zone." The white-haired general pressed the caller switch at the prompt of Tang Dao and said solemnly.

"Everyone has it, salute!" Tang Dao's voice also sounded.

With the roar of Tang Dao, all the guards in front of the command department of the 17th Division and around placed their guns on their chests, looked up at the sky, and saluted solemnly.

This was the first time that the officers and soldiers of the Four Army Regiment salute during the war, and violated the military orders formulated by the regiment headquarters.

But Tang Dao felt that they were qualified in the sky.

Both sides participated in dozens of fighter jets. Although there was no specific statistics yet, they were at least three times the record of killing the enemy and damaged the fighter jets on their own. On any battlefield, they were a record that was enough to be proud.

Tang Dao's estimated distance is really quite different. On the second day after the war, the final record of this air battle was 48 vs. 17. China shot down and injured 48 Japanese planes, and its own side lost 17!

This fierce mouth not only slaps a lot of generals from the Japanese North China Front Army, but also lieutenant generals were full of golden eyes, but also completely slaps the 39th Infantry Brigade of the 20th Division into hell.

The Japanese North China Front Army wants to organize enough air support within a few hours to save the 39th Infantry Brigade, even in the next two or three months, don’t even think about dispatching large-scale fighter formations of more than two squadrons at once!

It not only helped the Eastern Jin army, but also helped the entire Second War Zone last line and the entire northern war situation.

"Thank you, General Zhao, please accept our salute!" Huang Xinrui and several Air Force pilots were stunned and returned the salute in the cabin.

"Salute to the brave brothers of the army who participated in the war in the Eastern Jin defense line!" Chen Ping grinned hard and raised his right hand with difficulty.

The Chinese Army and the Chinese Air Force greet each other on the battlefield!

If it ends like this, it will definitely become a good talk after the Battle of Eastern Jin Dynasty!

But things in the world have never been as satisfactory!

Just as humans never have perfection.

In everyone's eyes, the already broken Chinese fighter jet that was turning to the east, which was in the scorching sun, lost control again. The nose that had just been pulled up climbed for less than two hundred meters and entered a dive again.

Huang Xinrui was suddenly shocked and looked at Chen Ping, who was only more than 30 meters beside him, and saw his head gradually hanging down.

"The scorching sun, the scorching sun is calling, and the plane is diving, pulling up, pulling up."

However, it was not received a response.

"The scorching sun, the plane is about to lose control. I order you to parachute and jump immediately." Huang Xinrui also pressed down the nose of the aircraft and entered a dive state with Chen Ping.

The two planes kept lowering their altitude like sharp arrows.

The heart-wrenching scene made the Chinese soldiers who had entered the front line of trenches on the ground, who were about to start attacking the Japanese army's gap position, as if they had forgotten that they were in the battlefield of gunfire. Many people even looked up at the sky, and even their commanders forgot to rebuke because they were watching.

In fact, even the Japanese infantry with low morale were watching.

The Chinese pilot first saved his comrades with unparalleled courage, and then rescued his plane with greater courage. Putting aside the hatred between the two sides, even the Japanese army admired the courage alone.

The battlefield that was about to be in full swing was actually due to the safety of an aircraft, and except for the gradually sparse sound of artillery, the entire battlefield actually entered the silent period, which was a miracle of war.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm afraid I can't go back to the airport with you, cough cough! I'm really sorry, I've tried my best!" Chen Ping raised his head slightly and said with difficulty. "By the way, remember to find the sea, he must be fine."

"Bastard, I order you to jump off immediately, and I will pick you up with Dahai and the others in person." The major of the Air Force, who was in his early thirties, could no longer control his tears and flowed down fiercely.

The distance of more than 30 meters allowed him to clearly see Chen Ping's flying suit spewing out of his mouth with blood stained.

It turned out that he was injured and still so severe.

He regretted not ordering himself, the brave wingman pilot, to jump at the first time. If he jumped a minute ago, the plane would be gone, but he might be able to survive.

But now, can he still have the strength to stand up and climb out of the cockpit with a huge load? Huang Xinrui, as an ace pilot, knows very well that the probability is less than 10%.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I lied to you, I'm no longer in strength.

Please tell my parents and sister on their behalf, saying that I love them, and please tell my fiancée, choose others, and don’t think of me. Fighting for my China, Chen Ping dies so well, and I will not regret it in this life!"

In the phone, Chen Ping's voice became weaker and weaker.

In Chen Ping's vision, his head lower and lower.

In the broken cockpit that no one can see, the young pilot's hand gently stroked a black and white photo in his chest pocket where he was stained with blood and couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, and murmured: "Yuhua, I'm sorry! I love you, I love you very much, I love you very much! When you smile, those eyes and eyebrows are like crescent moon..."

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