Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

"We've been hit! Find a solution!" Inside the bomber, the crew members shouted in panic.

Bombardier Tanaka's face was pale, his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the seat, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Prepare to parachute!" Ichiro Shikano gave the final order helplessly.

However, the plane was already falling rapidly, and the strong airflow made it impossible to open the door. With a deafening roar, the bomber hit the ground like a burning meteor.

A huge bomb crater was created on the edge of Tianjin city, and the surrounding houses were razed to the ground in an instant, with raging fires starting.

Witnessing this scene, Suzuki revealed a cruel smile, but he had no time to care about anything else at the moment, because there were more prey waiting for him to hunt.

In this fierce air battle, the navy's fighters gradually gained the upper hand with their exquisite tactical coordination and excellent maneuverability, and smashed the garrison's Type 93 heavy bomber formation into pieces.

The destruction of Ichiro Shikano's bomber was just the beginning. In the following period, the naval fighters were like a pack of hunting wolves, constantly dividing the Type 93 bomber group.

When faced with a tight defense network consisting of multiple Type 4 bombers with four self-defense machine guns on each bomber, the Japanese Navy pilots were clearly more experienced than the Army Aviation pilots.

First, the new Type 96 fighter plane climbs to a higher altitude, then dives to attack, but it is just a one-hit-and-run attack, as long as it injures the target.

Then, when the damaged bomber slowed down and broke away from the bomber formation, other older models of fighter jets of the Navy swarmed in and destroyed the lone bomber.

It's a very simple tactic, but it's extremely useful.

At this time, the garrison army aviation command also received news that the Type 93 heavy bomber formation was attacked by naval fighters.

The commander of the garrison army aviation command suddenly turned pale and shouted angrily: "The navy is blatantly provoking! Immediately send Type 95 fighters to support us. We must not let them succeed!"

More than 30 Type 95 biplane fighters of the garrison army quickly took off. The leader Gao Qiao had a furious look on his face, and a raging rage burned in his heart: "These bastards in the navy actually dared to attack our bombers. Today we must let them know how powerful we are, and let them know that we are not to be trifled with!"

More than ten minutes later, the Type 95 fighter group of the garrison army arrived at the battlefield, but unfortunately they were still a step too late. When they arrived at the combat airspace, the last Type 93 heavy bomber crashed to the ground, dragging thick black smoke.

Suzuki saw the garrison's fighter jets coming and sneered, "You've come just in time, just what I want. I'll let you, the army aviation minions, see the air combat skills of our navy pilots!"

He skillfully operated the Type 96 fighter jet, like an agile falcon, and swooped down on the Type 95 fighter jets of the garrison troops.

When Takahashi spotted the Type 96 fighter plane driven by Suzuki, he was startled: "This guy looks like a leader, let's get rid of him first!" He stared at Sato's fighter plane with murderous intent in his eyes, and drove the Type 95 fighter plane straight towards it.

The two fighter planes chased and circled each other in the air, engaging in a fierce close combat.

However, the Navy's Type 96 was a new monoplane, much faster and more maneuverable than the Army Aviation's old biplane fighter Type 95.

Suzuki drove the Type 96 fighter, and with its excellent maneuverability, he drew graceful and sharp arcs in the air, like a flash of black lightning, sometimes rolling sideways, sometimes diving rapidly,

Takahashi gnashed his teeth and thought: "The Type 96 fighter may be powerful, but my Type 95 is no pushover. We must not let this guy get away. We must shoot him down and avenge our bomber!"

At this moment, a tracer bullet shot out from the machine gun of the Type 96 fighter piloted by Suzuki, like a deadly meteor, with a sharp whistling sound, flying past the wing of Takahashi's Type 95 fighter.

Takahashi was shocked, cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He pulled the joystick hard, and the fuselage of the Type 95 fighter shook violently, like a wounded bird of prey. It made a sharp metal friction sound and tilted rapidly to one side. The wings shook violently under the impact of the airflow, as if they would break at any time.

Then he quickly adjusted his posture, using the excellent flexibility of the Type 95 fighter, and flipped over, trying to get behind the Suzuki fighter.

Suzuki naturally would not let Takahashi succeed. He keenly sensed Sato's intention and flexibly turned the Type 96 fighter plane, with the fuselage drawing a sharp arc in the air, like a nimble eagle, and faced Sato head-on again.

The machine guns of both sides roared at the same time, tongues of flames spurted out from the muzzles, and countless bullets intertwined in the air to form a dense web of death, making a harsh "da da da" sound, as if to tear the sky apart.

In another airspace, Ono, a pilot of the Navy's Type 95 carrier-based fighter, was engaged in a fierce battle with a Type 95 fighter of the garrison troops.

Although both sides' aircraft are called Type 95, there are obvious differences between them.

The Army's Type 95 fighter uses an in-line water-cooled engine, while the Navy's Type 95 carrier-based fighter uses a radial air-cooled engine.

In addition, in order to adapt to the take-off and landing of aircraft carriers at sea, the Navy's Type 400 carrier-based fighter uses a larger horsepower engine, but the actual maximum speed is slower than the Army's Type 352's km/h, at only km/h.

Ono stared at the other person with focused eyes, and his hands skillfully operated the joystick and shooting button.

He seized the opportunity and pressed the button hard. The two 7.7mm machine guns equipped on the Type fighter fired at the same time, and a string of bullets rained down on the enemy.

The Type 95 fighter jet of the Army Aviation was unable to dodge and its fuselage was hit instantly. A dazzling spark burst out from the wing, accompanied by a pungent smell of gunpowder, and billowing black smoke billowed out from the engine.

The Type 95 fighter plane of the Army Aviation was like a wounded goose. Its fuselage was shaking violently, its engine was making an ominous "clicking" sound, and it began to fall rapidly towards the ground uncontrollably.

The pilot's face turned pale instantly. He frantically pulled the joystick, trying to save the out-of-control plane, but the plane was spinning in the air like a drunk. The angle of the fuselage tilted more and more, and finally with a deafening bang, it turned into a blazing fireball on the ground, with debris flying everywhere and raising a cloud of dust.

On the other side of the battlefield, another Type 95 fighter of the garrison also encountered a crisis. A bullet from a Type 96 fighter of the navy hit its tail wing, and the plane suddenly lost its balance like a kite with a broken tail, spinning in the air, the fuselage trembling violently, and making a heart-pounding "creaking" sound.

The pilot desperately pulled the joystick, trying to correct the aircraft's attitude.

But the plane didn't obey, the fuselage tilted and fell straight towards the ground. As the plane continued to descend, the wind howled into the cockpit, and the pilot's ears were filled with the clanking of loose aircraft parts and the whining of the engine.

Finally, the fighter plane exploded into a fireball on the ground.