Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

At this time, Gao Zhihang's Hawk III was riddled with holes, and the joystick was shaking violently in his hands, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Five Japanese Type 96 carrier-based fighters closed in from different directions, forming a hunting formation.

He glanced at the fuel gauge; the needle was trembling near zero, and the ammunition was out.

Below him was the land he was protecting, and in the distance were his retreating comrades.

"That's it." Gao Zhihang muttered to himself, with no fear on his face, only regret.

He adjusted the nose of his plane and aimed it at a Japanese plane that was chasing a damaged bomber, intending to make a final attack, even if it meant only knocking the enemy plane down.

At this moment, eight silver-white planes suddenly appeared in the eastern sky, their speed was beyond imagination.

They were like lightning tearing through the sky, cutting into the battlefield from high altitude in the blink of an eye.

Gao Zhihang widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

They were four fighter planes he had never seen before, with streamlined fuselages, bubble-shaped cockpits, strange devices hanging under the wings, and belly radiators that spread out like shark gills.

They have no nationality markings, only a bright red paint on their tails.

What is even more shocking is their speed, which far exceeds the Japanese Type 96 carrier-based fighter and is even more than twice as fast as the fastest aircraft Gao Zhihang has ever seen!

Eight mysterious fighter planes flew across the battlefield in perfect formation, and two of them suddenly pulled up vertically, with movements so smooth that it seemed impossible for humans to perform.

The other two planes flew straight into the center of the Japanese formation, and flames suddenly burst out from under their wings.

That was not the familiar "da da da" sound of machine guns that Gao Zhihang was familiar with, but some kind of continuous and violent explosions, as if the sky itself was being torn apart.

Six 12.7mm machine guns unleashed a chain of fire...

In just two seconds, two Japanese Type 96 carrier-based fighters exploded on the spot, turning into a fireball and falling, without even having time to make any evasive action.

"What weapon?!" Gao Zhihang gasped.

The remaining three Japanese planes scattered in a hurry, trying to engage these unexpected enemies.

But the performance of the mysterious fighter completely crushed them.

Gao Zhihang saw a mysterious fighter plane suddenly make a sharp turn at a speed almost at a stall, and instantly circled behind a Type 96 fighter plane.

Another series of short bursts of fire, the right wing of the Japanese plane was directly torn apart, and it fell to the ground in a spin.

Another mysterious fighter plane performed a dramatic vertical climb, then turned upside down at high altitude and dived down, locking onto and shooting down the Japanese plane that was trying to escape.

The whole process took less than twenty seconds, and all five Japanese fighter planes that had originally had the advantage were destroyed.

Gao Zhihang stood in the cockpit in a daze, his blood seemed to freeze.

The aerial combat skills and performance displayed by these mysterious fighters were completely beyond his comprehension. What were they? Where did they come from? Why were they helping the Chinese Air Force?

Before he could sort out his thoughts, a mysterious fighter plane had already flown to his side.

Gao Zhihang could see the pilot, wearing a strange flight suit and a helmet with a visor reflecting the sunlight.

The most surprising thing was that through the canopy, Gao Zhihang saw that the pilot's exposed skin was extremely dark, even darker than the coal miners in Shanxi. . . .

The pilot stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs-up.

The pilot then pointed west and gestured for "follow."

Gao Zhihang hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the other party was obviously not hostile, he nodded in response.

His Hawke III was badly damaged and could only barely maintain level flight.

The mysterious fighter seemed to understand his situation and adjusted its speed to move parallel to him.

At the same time, another seven mysterious fighter jets have flown forward to escort the retreating Chinese bomber formation.

Gao Zhihang saw two of the mysterious fighter planes suddenly accelerate, overtake the bomber formation, and then shuttle back and forth in front, obviously conducting reconnaissance and clearing the route.

Several others remained high behind the bomber formation, constantly swaying left and right, vigilantly monitoring possible threats.

Although they could not communicate, the tactical coordination of these mysterious fighters was seamless, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.

Gao Zhihang noticed that the spacing between their formations was extremely precise, far exceeding that of any air force he had ever seen.

On the bridge of the aircraft carrier Kaga, Katsuo Abe held up a telescope and stared at the air battle in the distance in amazement.

A few minutes ago, our fighter planes had surrounded the Chinese aircraft, and victory was in sight.

But now...

Grab the observer's hand who is also holding a telescope.

"What model? Which country?" Katsuo Abe asked sternly.

"The maximum speed was estimated to be over 650 kilometers per hour! I've never seen such a plane before!"

Through a high-powered telescope, Katsuo Abe saw a heart-pounding scene: his elite pilots were shot down by these mysterious planes like targets.

The maneuvers of those planes were beyond his comprehension, as if they did not belong to this era.

"Immediately launch all available fighters! Inform the Ryūjō's air fleet to take off as well!" Katsuo Abe roared, "No matter what they are, shoot them all down!"

Gao Zhihang's Hawk III was flying with difficulty, and the engine made coughing noises from time to time.

The mysterious fighter pilot flying alongside him seemed to notice this, moved a little closer, and signaled Gao Zhihang through the canopy to check the engine.

Gao Zhihang smiled bitterly and shook his head, making a "damaged" gesture with his fingers.

The mysterious pilot nodded, then pointed to a relatively flat river beach below and made a gesture for an emergency landing.

At this moment, Gao Zhihang saw new black spots appearing in the distance. A large number of Japanese reinforcement planes were flying from the direction of the aircraft carrier, at least more than thirty in number.

The mysterious pilot flying alongside him apparently also noticed this.

Gao Zhihang saw the other party make a shaking motion, then suddenly accelerated and flew forward to meet up with his teammates.

The eight mysterious fighter jets re-formed into formation. Faced with enemies that far outnumbered them, they did not retreat, but instead took the initiative to meet them.

Gao Zhihang's heart tightened.

Although these mysterious fighters had excellent performance, the Japanese army had too many of them, and they were all experienced carrier-based aircraft pilots.

He tried to turn the nose of the plane to help, but the Hawk III was no longer able to make tactical moves and could only barely maintain a straight line.

A fierce air battle unfolded over the Huangpu River.

Eight mysterious fighter planes shuttled among the Japanese aircraft like butterflies flying among flowers.

Gao Zhihang had never seen such air combat tactics. They were in groups of two, covering each other, sometimes breaking away at high speed, and sometimes turning around and counterattacking.

Their weapons seemed to have a longer range and greater accuracy, often firing outside the range of Japanese machine guns.

As soon as a Japanese Type 96 carrier-based fighter entered the range, it was hit on the fuel tank by a series of bursts of fire from a mysterious fighter plane, causing it to explode in mid-air.

Another Type 96 attempted a sneak attack from the rear, but was avoided by a sudden roll by the mysterious fighter and was shot down by another mysterious fighter that came to support it.

Gao Zhihang was stunned.