Devil's Army

In fact, what Leng Feng felt most sorry for Yuan Wanting was that they had traveled through time and space for nearly ten years, but he still had not been able to give her a stable home.

Fortunately, everyone shared the same aspirations and wanted to drive the Japanese out of China before discussing marriage, otherwise his guilt would have been even greater.

At this time, the roar of a large number of planes came from the distance.

The air raid sirens at the Xinjing Airport a little further away kept blaring.

The large-scale air battle for air supremacy between the Northeast Air Force and the First Anti-Japanese Army, which had been planned for a long time by Commander Umezu Mitsuyoshi, finally began.

100 Type 52 Zero fighters from the country as well as more than 40 Zero fighters and more than 30 bombers drawn from the surrounding areas rushed towards the Xinjing Airport like a dark cloud.

He had to first resolve the threat from the Xinjing Airport, which was right in front of him, and then resolve the threats from other airports of the Devil Forces.

The New Beijing Air Force, which had been prepared in advance, immediately took off and disappeared into the sky.

The skyline was torn into a battlefield between two eras.

Nearly 150 Type 52 Zero fighters swooped down, leaving silver-gray trails.

The cherry blossom patterns under the wings glow with an old metallic luster in the sunlight.

They maintained a textbook three-plane formation, the 7.7mm machine guns in the machine gun nests were spewing out orange-red flames, and the 20mm cannon shells under the wings drew curved trajectories in the air, like a swarm of angry hornets swooping down on the pointed fighter jets of the opposite devil force.

The Hua Xia 2nd Fighter Squadron of the 1st Army, which was responsible for luring the enemy, was neither reluctant to fight nor afraid of the stage.

They calmly led the Japanese fighter planes in circles over Xinjing.

The Japanese Air Force commander quickly saw through the First Army's fighter group's plan and immediately sent troops to encircle the First Army's Hua Xia 2nd Fighter Squadron.

And above 30,000 feet, 32 Huaxia III fighter jets were diving at a nearly vertical angle.

The white vapor cones produced when their delta wings broke the sound barrier had not yet dissipated, and the three 20mm machine guns on the nose and belly were fiercely strafing the Japanese fighter planes below.

The Japanese pilots did not expect that there were sharp fighter planes of the devil force hiding in the sky. They could only rely on instinct to pull the stick hard, making the fighter plane draw a thrilling S-shaped evasive route in the lead-gray clouds.

However, this wave of raids by the Xinjing Air Force still shot down and damaged many Japanese fighter planes.

The maneuverability of the Japanese Zero fighter, which had once been an advantage in low-speed combat, now became a fatal shortcoming.

When a Zero tried to make a small turn to get behind a supersonic fighter, the opponent simply pressed the joystick lightly and completed a textbook barrel roll at supersonic speed, instantly switching back to the six o'clock direction of the Zero.

The sound of the machine gun firing was short and dull, like someone breaking an ice ridge in the clouds. A string of sparks immediately burst out from the right wing of the Zero, and the wing fell into the sea of clouds below with propeller fragments.

The sky was filled with an anachronistic chaos: the hum of old fighter planes' propellers stirring the air colliding with the roar of supersonic fighter jets' jet engines.

Some Zero pilots were still using machine guns to chase and fire, but the shells could not even catch up with the enemy's wake, and could only leave a series of futile tracers behind them.

A Type 52 Zero managed to catch the wake of a supersonic fighter, and the pilot roared and pressed the cannon button.

The Xinjing Air Force suddenly opened the afterburner, and the Mach ring ejected from the tail instantly widened the distance, leaving only a white smoke belt that gradually dissipated.

The Japanese pilot was not convinced and stepped on the throttle in an attempt to chase the escaping sharp-nosed fighter jets of the Devil Force.

The Zero's engine wheezed harshly from overload, and its wings vibrated under the impact of the supersonic airflow—that was the wail of steel fighting against the laws of physics.