Anti-Japanese War: I have a million soldiers and you call me a division commander?

Gao Yuan and his wingman seized an opportunity, shot down three Japanese planes in succession, and turned around to look for new targets.

For a time, an air battle between China and Japan broke out at an altitude of three to four thousand meters.

Although the Chinese Air Force has a disadvantage in aircraft performance, the performance disadvantage cannot be compensated by the performance of Squadron Leader Gao Yuan, but it has an advantage in quantity.

The two sides fought for a while, and relying on the advantage in numbers, they shot down two more Japanese planes.

On our side, one of our planes was forced to withdraw from the battle due to damage, but fortunately no one was killed.

"Fuck!!!"

Just when Gao Yuan was leading everyone and starting to expand their advantage bit by bit, suppressing the Japanese planes so that they couldn't raise their heads.

Suddenly, Gao Yuan saw seven or eight more planes emerging from the clouds in the same direction, and he could vaguely see that there were many more.

Gao Yuan immediately cursed!

Originally, he thought he encountered a lost Japanese air force unit.

But who would have thought that this damn thing was actually a part of someone else's life.

"This, there must be at least one Japanese aviation brigade, right?"

So many Japanese planes were faintly visible, and it looked like they would be able to join the battle in five or six minutes at most.

Gao Yuan felt a bad feeling in his heart. He was not afraid of dying in battle or sacrificing his life for his country.

However, these planes belonged to his brigade commander, who had finally managed to snatch them back from the Japanese. If he couldn't bring them back safely, he would have no way to explain to the brigade commander Chu Feng.

I am also ashamed of the brigade commander's trust in me!

Gao Yuan saw it, and everyone else saw it too.

The Japanese pilots who were pinned down and unable to raise their heads, and who were only concerned with escaping, also saw it.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing their own people coming, the Japanese pilots breathed a sigh of relief and laughed wildly: "Baga, the Chinese are dumbfounded!"

"You didn't expect it, the air force of our Great Japanese Empire is here!"

"No matter how brave you Chinese are, do you have as many planes as our Empire?"

"Die, Chinaman!"

"..."

For a moment, the Japanese pilots who were being chased like stray dogs stood up one by one.

"no!"

Gao Yuan's face looked a little solemn. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate. Even if they had to sacrifice themselves, they couldn't all sacrifice here.

Thinking of this, he immediately conveyed orders to the surrounding aircraft through sign language.

"My wingman, the Type 95 fighter jets, and I will stay behind to provide cover. The rest of you must evacuate quickly!"

As the squadron leader, Gao Yuan could not abandon his troops and evacuate, even though he was flying a Type 97 fighter.

Faced with Gao Yuan's order, the other pilots did not waste any time or argue, and immediately began to prepare to disengage, while Gao Yuan also took the remaining plane to prepare to provide cover.

The Japanese planes coming from behind also sped up and rushed towards this side.

Moreover, these Japanese soldiers were determined not to let any of them escape, and began to scatter in all directions in an attempt to form an encirclement.

"Baga, Chinese Air Force, I will never let you get away!"

"Damn it, Chinese Air Force, let me see what you're made of!"

"..."

For a moment, the offensive and defensive momentum of the air force confrontation between the two countries in the sky was reversed.

On the ground, everyone who noticed what was happening looked up.

"what!"

suddenly!

A little boy standing on an abandoned roof pointed to the western sky and said, "Look, there are a group of planes coming over there. Are they our planes?"

"It shouldn't be!"

Hearing the child's words, the old man beside him said with some worry: "This is the first time they have seen our planes in a few months. The west is the territory of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. Do the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army have planes?"

At this point, the old man patted his grandson's head and said, "Let's go. Let's go down to the village and find some old men. Even if our men are defeated later, we can collect their bodies and not leave them exposed in the wild."

As he said that, the old man pulled the child down from the roof and went to the village to look for someone.

"this?"

In the sky, Gao Yuan, who was flying his plane and fighting with two Japanese planes, made an Immelman turn, cleverly avoided the pursuit of the two Japanese planes, and dived into the clouds.

Just as they were preparing to launch another attack with the cover of the clouds, they glanced around and saw nine planes they had never seen before flying towards them quickly in the distance.

"So fast!!!"

Seeing the speed of these nine planes, Gao Yuan cried out inwardly.

The Type 97 fighter plane he was flying had a maximum speed of only 460 kilometers per hour. Looking at these nine planes, he didn't know how fast they were, but they were definitely faster than the Type 97 fighter plane he was flying.

"Um?!!"

"This? Our plane?"

"Are they also from the Chinese Air Force? One of us?"

But soon, with his excellent vision and the nine approaching planes, Gao Yuan saw the small star in the blue sky on the plane.

"West? Shanxi-Suiyuan Army?"

Looking at the direction they were coming from, Gao Yuan's first guess was the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army: "That's not right. The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army doesn't have such planes, and they also came from the west."

A thought and a guess surfaced in his mind: "Could it be the brigade commander? Our reinforcements?!!!"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Gao Yuan was instantly certain that these nine planes were most likely the planes and pilots newly purchased and recruited by the brigade commander!

"Oh shit!"

Gao Yuan couldn't help but curse inwardly, and then the solemnity on his face disappeared, replaced by a hint of excitement: "I don't know if there are any reinforcements, but the flying speed of these nine planes is definitely faster than the Type 97 fighter I'm flying."

"Excellent performance. One against two, one against three is no problem. So what if the Japanese have so many planes?"

"Gantt Damn it!!!"

Gao Yuan instantly perked up, trying to find a chance for his comrades to escape.

Now that reinforcements have arrived, we do not have an advantage in the total number of aircraft, but aircraft are not necessarily stronger just because they are numerous. The combat effectiveness of high-performance aircraft is completely enough to fight one against two.

Nine planes are definitely more powerful than the Japanese's eighteen planes.

Why are you running around? Just do it!

After shaking off the obstacles in his mind, he no longer fought for the purpose of providing cover, attracting firepower, and restraining enemy aircraft. Instead, he began to fight and destroy the enemy. Gao Yuan, the ace pilot, began to show his strength.

"My reinforcements are here, and you're still worried? Damn you, you little devil!"

"Da da da!!"

"Da da da!!!"

The Japanese pilots, whose pressure had suddenly eased, once again felt the fear of being dominated by the plateau.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

"Buzz~! Buzz~! Buzz~!"

That's right!

Those nine planes were the first La-7 fighter squadron to take off.

The maximum cruising speed of the La-7 fighter is 450 kilometers per hour, and the maximum speed is 680 kilometers per hour. After taking off, it rushed all the way to Nanyuan Airport.

Because of the encounter with the Japanese planes, Gao Yuan and the Japanese planes fought and moved at the same time, and unknowingly moved to the west. At this time, they were already dozens of kilometers away from Nanyuan Airport.

The Japanese pilots also noticed it, but they didn't take it seriously.

They are an aviation brigade. So what if the Chinese Air Force sends 9 planes?

however!

As soon as everyone came into contact, the excellent performance of the nine La-7 fighters impressed the Japanese pilots.

"Baga, where's the Chinese plane? It just vanished in a flash."

"Damn it! When did the Chinese plane get behind me?"

"Ahhh! Baka!!!"

Amid the Japanese soldiers' shock, anger and abuse, the 1st Squadron of the La-7 Fighter Squadron, with its excellent performance, instantly made the Japanese pilots' eyes clearer.