Canteen System Assistance Notes

As the squadron leader, An Tianjiang pressed the call button, connecting with the other squadron leaders in the air. Drawing on some mysterious combat examples and experiences, he proactively implemented the principle of "one airspace, multiple levels of altitude, different distances, and echeloned deployment" and issued his first combat order:

"The formation disbands. Second Squadron maintains mid-altitude interception. Third Squadron lowers altitude. First Squadron follows me as we ascend and find our combat positions. Each squadron's wingman, please observe the enemy aircraft."

But also be sure to maintain visual contact with the leader!

"Do you understand?"

"I understand!" "I understand!"

Above the Yellow River, dotted with occasional clouds, twelve L16s dispersed into two-plane formations. As they climbed, An Tianjiang felt the air around him grow colder. He activated the aircraft's oxygen supply to maintain a clear mind and vision.

The ground couldn't track the Japanese planes' positions, and the data from visual observation posts was always subject to error and couldn't be completely accurate. In this 'last mile' of interception, the pilots still had to rely on their eyesight to find the enemy. However, 12 bombers were easier to find than fighters, and the weather was good today...

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A communication came from Team 3, at the bottom of the formation, operating at low altitude. Their lower altitude made it easier to spot the target with the sky as a backdrop. Following the guidance, everyone in the formation spotted the tiny target, barely visible in the clouds.

The distance between the two sides gradually closed. In An Tianjiang's vision, the targets lined up in a queue looked like water horses floating on the calm water, waving their tiny six limbs.

Sliding in the boundary between sunlight and clouds, passing through wind and dust.

The incoming air currents blew up the hair of his "pursuer", bypassing his leather hat and goggles, pushing the nimble fighter plane to change its course and head straight for those lovely "sweethearts".

If you ignore the bombs and malicious intent of the Japanese plane, this scene could be described as a touch of industrial romance. However, as a pilot from the countryside, An Tianjiang, a member of the Eighth Route Army, did not appreciate such romance. He only cared about perfectly fulfilling his mission of breaking up the two lovers, and firing all 400 12.7mm and 1300 7.62mm rounds into the enemy aircraft.

Oh, and we also have to count the 6 82 rockets under the wings!

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As the distance shortened, An Tianjiang could already vaguely make out the classic yellow-brown camouflage of the Italian bombers. He couldn't be wrong. It had to be the Japanese bombing formation! "Yellow Peach Squadron, everyone."

He pressed the call button, "Each team, follow the plan. Two, one, three! Attack in order!" Then, An Tianjiang pressed a few times on the FM radio and switched back to the team communication.

"Huangtao 02, 03, 04! Dive tactics, attack together!"

"receive!"

The stubby M25 engine of the L16-10 puffed, propelling the four "yellow peaches" of the first squadron, approximately five kilometers away, upside down over the fuselage, pressing down from the direction of the sun toward the fleet below. Switch on the aiming power and unlock the guns!

The action of rolling half a circle and then diving turned the negative G into positive G. As the world turned upside down, An Tianjiang held back the uncomfortable urge to vomit and operated the recording equipment instinctively. A circle of red outlines lit up around the pale yellow reflective HUD, and the word 400 appeared in his field of vision.

The preset intersection point is 400, and the preset detonation point is 400!

The enemy planes seemed completely unaware, or perhaps it was difficult for these fragile bombers to make any moves. However, the rotary machine gunners on the backs of the enemy planes seemed to have made some moves. Several bombers' self-defense machine guns were struggling to raise their barrels, trying to intercept the diving first squadron.

At this moment, at the edge of the field of vision, a series of fireballs exploded in the fleet like a bunch of golden grapes.

The second squadron, at the same altitude, took the initiative – they bravely confronted the massive R-20 of the enemy aircraft, and then, amidst the ridiculous counterattack of the small 7.7mm water pipe on the enemy aircraft's nose, they took the initiative to launch 24 RS82s into the enemy's face!

Chapter 228: Yellow Peach and Tomato vs. Pasta

Huangtao 05, Huangtao 07, shoot down two planes!

RS2 rockets, fired from a distance of 400 meters, pelted the two leading I-27 heavy bombers head-on. One of them, unlucky enough, was hit by a direct hit, severing its wing. Even with its metal front section, the fragile Br-20 was no match for a rocket!

The Br20, having lost one wing, immediately lost lift and fell rapidly to one side.

The other one was lucky enough not to be hit directly by the rocket, but when the rocket passed by its side, the warhead triggered by the "electronic watch" time fuse spread a large amount of fragments, cutting off its entire rear fuselage. The unfortunate fuselage oil tank under the fabric skin was completely unprotected and caught fire in an instant.

As a result, the plane quickly lost control and began to enter a death spiral.

There was no other way. Without radar and effective range finding, unguided air-to-air rockets were only so effective. If they were replaced with post-war carrier-launched rocket systems with VT fuses and interceptor systems, I'm afraid half of these Japanese spaghetti would fall apart in a single encounter.

The solution to this is also very simple: if one round of attack is not enough, try another round!

An Tianjiang, diving down from high altitude, selected a target and pressed the button for the rocket launch. After slightly deviating from the target, he pulled the trigger at the Italian bomber that had occupied most of the reflex sight circle!

A mixed barrage of SKAS and M2 bullets sprayed out. Although it was impossible to achieve another kind of kill by overloading the opponent's graphics card, the high rate of fire of the SKAS was still like a water column even with a standard five-to-one mixed ammunition belt; as for the .50 BMG ammunition mixed in it, it turned a BR20's dorsal machine gunner into a bloody mist.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

The RS82's airburst fireworks once again illuminated the formation, but unfortunately, this time all their fire was in vain. However, the direct-fire machine guns performed reliably. As the first squadron, represented by Huang Tao 01-04, evaded the formation and climbed away, two more Br20s suffered disaster—one with an engine on fire, billowing smoke and descending continuously; the other, with its fuselage riddled with bullet holes, struggled to hold on.

So far, none of Japan's air raids on the border areas have been successful.

The last large-scale air raid planned was thwarted by our troops on the ground at Shimen Airport, resulting in a significant reduction in Japanese air harassment of the border areas. Smaller reconnaissance and light explosive attacks are ineffective and will likely be driven off by our ground machine guns, with the possibility of one or two being shot down.

Finally, perhaps in retaliation for the disastrous defeat in the southeastern Shanxi mopping-up operation, the Japanese, after a long period of inactivity, finally planned this air raid. However, strangely enough, the Japanese Army Air Force, having suffered numerous bomber losses or damage from interception by the Nationalist Army during the bombings of Nanjing and Jiangcheng, had yet to develop an effective bomber escort system. They hadn't even developed a 0.5% box-type array to maximize the bomber's self-defense firepower. Instead, those "naval idiots" had the idea of ​​using cover aircraft to closely escort the bombers.

Historically, the 20 Japanese planes that attacked Lanzhou were beaten by the joint Chinese and Soviet air forces because they had no escort. In this time and space, the UA Air Force, which won the great victory in the "Jincheng Bombing", encountered a fierce interception by the Eighth Route Army in such a bombing that seemed to be equally profitable.

"Second Squad, Huang Tao 05! Manage your wingmen, rotate dives, conserve ammunition, and don't fight too long! Leave the injured to Huang Tao 09, we'll just take care of the ones breathing! "Huang Tao 05 understands!"

After shouting on the radio, An Tianjiang came out of the black vision and pulled up the plane. The enemy plane he had just aimed at was already on fire, so it should be counted as a kill.

He glanced at the rotary counter, checked his remaining ammunition, and switched to the communication channel: "Huangtao 02, 03, 04, report your remaining ammunition." "Huangtao 02, M2 has 274 left, and Scars has about 1,100 left."

"Yellow Peach 03, M2 has 300 left, and Scars has 1,100 left."

"Yellow Peach 04, M2 has over 200 points left, my Skars is stuck - door..."

O2 and O04 were rookies, fresh out of flight school, while O03 was a veteran, a year behind him and the squadron's second-in-command. Newbies still tended to squeeze the trigger too much when facing enemy aircraft, a common habit. Fortunately, the newly installed counter allowed them to visually see the remaining ammunition, so the squadron could easily execute at least one more dive.

"Alright, everyone, take up position, and have another round!"

By now, the poor radio communication between the Japanese planes had even prevented them from coordinating their actions in a timely manner. The two leading aircraft had been killed in the first round of the collision, leaving no one to issue the order to abandon the mission by dropping their bombs prematurely. Aside from a few heavily damaged planes, struggling to hold on, which cleverly jettisoned their bombs and lowered their altitude to avoid a dive, the remaining planes could only stay close together, using their machine guns to provide mutual cover and drive off the fighters.

The revolving gunners who were still able to function desperately raised their machine guns and fired bullets at the 16s that were tumbling and diving around them. However, with only one 7.7mm small water tube in front and two in the back, and the machine gunners' screaming eyes and fire control, they really couldn't threaten the Eighth Route Army too much.

Round after round, the two squadrons of eight planes, responsible for mid- and high-altitude operations, launched two more rounds of commanding strikes, shooting down another and damaging another. The previously inflicted Br2s, having just reached low altitude, were met by the four planes of the third squadron, already waiting there—fully loaded with ammunition, having long awaited their capture. The newcomers and veterans unleashed a flurry of blows, thrashing the wounded Japanese planes to the ground.

By this point in the battle, the situation was clear. Six of the twelve Japanese planes had been destroyed, and the rest were more or less damaged. Yet, the remaining bombers refused to give up. They gathered in a group and sped forward—at least to drop their bombs on the residential area of ​​your Eighth Route Army Red Army!

Luzhi L16 fighter plane, right? Old rival, I bet you have no bullets! Your firepower was fierce just now, but how much ammunition can this small plane carry?

The remaining Japanese pilots shouted loudly from their planes, urging the radio operator to send messages to the rear, while also trying to pep themselves up. Sure enough, before long, the Red Army fighter planes that had been attacking in succession seemed to have truly run out of ammunition. With a few exceptions, they all began to withdraw to the side, away from their formation, leaving behind planes belching black smoke and riddled with bullet holes, and no longer launching an attack.

"Yoshi, everyone..."

"Enemy plane...enemy plane right in front, descend quickly!"

In the whistling cabin, the navigator, still bandaging himself, cried out in despair. His newly ignited hope for survival was extinguished by the harsh reality, and his body, which had just mustered up strength, collapsed into a limp state. "Why, why is this happening!" "Drop the bomb! Drop the bomb!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. The Second Fighter Squadron, having obtained the enemy aircraft's precise location, rushed from Yeoncheon Airfield. Although their arrival time was slightly delayed, revealing the immaturity of the new air force, the twelve Hurricanes still faithfully followed the tactical principle of a single-area, multi-layer, four-by-four system, occupying three altitudes and closing in on the trapped I-12 heavy bombers.

"Tomato Squadron, everyone!" A slightly nervous but excited command echoed across the radio where the Japanese could not hear it. "Follow the leader!"

Launch the attack!"

"Knock down the Japs!"

Chapter 229: Black Civet Cat (1) Ouyang and Iron Hammer

On the edge of a farm near Vladivostok, several tents stood. The farm's collective manager had helped to set up a stable as a temporary shelter. Here lived a dozen or so Eighth Route Army soldiers.

They arrived here about last month. The Kremlin helped coordinate with the Far Eastern Military District to meet the "diplomatic needs" of the Communist Party. They temporarily allowed the Eighth Route Army to set up an office here, but further communication and coordination were needed. Considering the need for environmental adaptation training, a dozen or so carefully selected members of the Eighth Route Army boarded a non-registered Northern Airlines aircraft and arrived in Moscow early.

Then he flew to the Far East.

So far, they are nominally members of friendly parties who came to the Vladivostok Party School for a visit and exchange.

Time passed slowly like this.

The Russians had designated a plot of land near the surrounding forests and dispatched a border defense company from the Far Eastern Military District to establish a perimeter around the area. Although they were under surveillance, the Russians generally ignored the Eighth Route Army's activities, such as shopping, strolling, and training in the woods, as long as they didn't wander the streets of Vladivostok. Instead, they often chatted with their comrades.

Interim directors Xu Rong and Fu Maogong used the team's "special inventory" to deal with the Russians.

It must be said that using alcohol to get close to the Russians was indeed effective, especially for the Far Eastern Military Region Border Defense Company, which had a rather militia-like atmosphere and whose training and equipment were relatively poor. Before long, the Russians basically stopped caring about the Eighth Route Army and even helped them build a shooting range using straw from the farm.

Wang Tiechui followed the group, following the schedule, doing daily drills, marches, and live-fire exercises. Evenings were spent studying domestic developments and Marxist-Leninist thought. Aside from a few comrades struggling to adapt to the change in staple food from pancakes and noodles to bread, butter, and sausage, there were no other problems.

"The Eighth Route Army Air Force showed its might, shooting down twelve Japanese fighter planes... Wow, brother Dachui, we are already so powerful. You said before that we already have an air force.

I thought you were just trying to make me happy!"

A sturdy young soldier patted Wang Tiechui on the shoulder with a newspaper in his hand, unable to conceal his joy.

If only we were still in the border area, you know, maybe we could be sent to capture prisoners, to capture pilots! If that were the case, I'd grab one with my left hand and lift one with my right hand, and if they dared to resist, I'd bang their bald heads against me and make them explode. Hey!"

He stretched out the five fingers of each hand and gestured in front of his chest, as if he were holding two large watermelons. His voice was like the greaseless bearings and gears, biting and turning, ready to crush the two watermelons into dust. "It's not a sledgehammer, it's an iron hammer! Brother Ou, how many times have I told you this?"

Wang Tiechui was a little dissatisfied. He shook his head and pointed at himself.

"Didn't my old unit inexplicably contract malaria in Shangdang? It was only thanks to an Air Force plane dropping a special medicine that they were cured. So, now you believe it!"

I believe it, I believe it! If I can shoot down the damned Japanese bomber, it's no problem to drop some bombs. But, brother, my last name is Ouyang, not Ou. It's a southern last name, how come it happened to me?

"Hey, no matter what, with planes, we can not only airdrop medicine to the troops at night, but also shoot down Japanese bombers. Wow, this battle is... really comfortable... That's right, brother Hammer, you come here, don't you have to leave your original unit? Are you willing to leave your original team?"

"Why should I be reluctant to leave? We've come from all corners of the country to fight the Japanese invaders. The revolutionary post here needs me, so I came."

"No problem?"

"No problem at all!" Wang Tiechui said, raking the hay from the ground. "Squad leader Xiao Xu has an accurate shot and doesn't even need a telescope to observe the battlefield. He has no problem commanding a dozen or so men. Although he lacks a bit of shrewdness, he should be able to complete the mission. He just needs some practice. The other soldiers are all excellent. They've only fought in a few battles, but they're fast learners."

"To put it bluntly, even if I die gloriously someday, this army will not cease to move forward—the world keeps spinning, and even without me, the revolution will go on."

Hearing this, Ouyang Qun leaned back, leaned on the ammunition box, and stretched his legs.

"Brother Hammer, you're more open-minded. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be happy. If I were your company commander, I definitely wouldn't want my deputy to leave. Capable people are not leeks, who only come back every ten days or half a month. But..."

He lowered his voice, using the same sound as a stone mill grinding rice, with a moment of dryness and fatigue, and gave a heavy instruction,

"It's an honor to say this, but don't say it carelessly."

During this period of time, Wang Tiechui realized that although his comrade named Ouyang Qun had a rough voice, like sandpaper rubbing against the eardrum, he did not have a bad temper. No matter how much he naggled, he always did so with a caring attitude.

"I understand," Wang Tiechui added, "We will definitely be able to complete the mission successfully this time."

"That's great. Yeah, Brother Hammer, you're from Northeast China."

"Yes, I'm from Jilin Province. How about you, Brother Ou? By the way, I don't think I've ever heard you talk about your hometown."

"It's Ouyang. The first two characters are my last name." Ouyang Qun's voice still had that millstone-like quality. "My hometown... We're half-fellow villagers, from Yanji. There's nothing much to say about that place."

Soon, the dryness disappeared. Wang Tiechui heard Ouyang Qun's voice and became lively again: "Eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink, and practice when it's time to practice. The commander has been negotiating with the Russians these days, and the central government is also negotiating. Who knows, we will set off tomorrow."

"kindness."

Wang Tiechui stood up, walked out of the house, and gazed at the unfamiliar sky. A few months ago, an officer had asked him, "Have you ever thought about returning home?" Without a second thought, he'd answered. And now, he was thousands of miles away in the Soviet Union, preparing to rescue his comrades still operating in Northeast China.

He went through rigorous training, much more difficult than the training he had undergone in the recruit camp and the army. Out of a team of over a hundred people, only a dozen survived.

When the specific details of this mission were handed to him, Wang

Tiechui finally understood why it took so much trouble to select personnel, prepare supplies, and coordinate matters among all parties.

All this also made this Eighth Route Army soldier, who had joined the army 36 years ago, feel unusually nervous.

Can I really do this revolutionary work well and complete this revolutionary mission?

Wang Tiechui looked back at Ouyang Qun who was sitting in the stable. This comrade was also from Northeast China and had a strong physique and rich combat experience. However, Tiechui could always sense an aura from him that was different from his own.

What exactly is that?

The rumble of an engine was heard as a small car drove up the farm's dirt road. Several familiar faces got out: Director Xu, Commissioner Fu, and a bespectacled Political Commissar Ren. Oh, there was another person! Wasn't that Commissioner Liu, who had once served as his security detail?

Seeing an acquaintance, Tiechui saw Commissioner Liu waving at him and shouted loudly:

"Comrade Dachui! Please call everyone to gather together! There is something important to say!" "Report to the chief! It's an iron hammer, not a sledgehammer!"

Chapter 230: Black Civet Cat 2) A Cup of Mars

"This Anti-Japanese United Army liaison operation is tight and dangerous. Everyone must obey orders..."

Standing aside and listening to Comrade Ren Bulin's speech, Liu He chewed on these words that were already very familiar to him. He came to see everyone off and to cheer everyone up.

And Liu Helian, the future man, is going to participate in the

To go.

Anti-Japanese United Army...Anti-Japanese United Army, he thought about this word.

As one of the earliest organized armed forces to resist the Japanese army, the Anti-Japanese United Army, beginning with the September 18th Incident, fought in isolation across several provinces of Northeast China. Unlike Xiao Liuzi and Chiang Kai-shek, who fled, they fought valiantly. In a different time and space, they persevered for fourteen years, annihilating 180,000 Japanese and puppet troops and tying down even more. However, due to geographical constraints, they were separated from both the Kuomintang-controlled areas and the anti-Japanese base areas by towering mountains, receiving only minimal support from the Soviet Union.

Under this relentless pressure, coupled with a prolonged Japanese blockade and severed communications, the Anti-Japanese United Army inevitably began to disintegrate. Problems with its own struggle line, betrayal and desertion by internal traitors... Furthermore, the Japanese army's increasingly sophisticated tactics of "merging villages and settlements" and creating no-man's-land zones, coupled with traitor-led attacks during winter, when the Anti-Japanese United Army was facing food shortages, undermined the Anti-Japanese United Army's mass base. Ultimately, the Anti-Japanese United Army's living space was continuously squeezed, and its officers and soldiers suffered heavy losses.

If history had followed its course, after 1941, the flames burning in Northeast China would have eventually succumbed to the flames and slowly died out.