Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

Chapter 899 Dad, Mom, Little Sister, you're watching from heaven right now.

After arriving at the pilot training base, Ma Jinxiao achieved the best grades in all subjects among his cohort of trainees and has already flown over a hundred hours in training aircraft.

That's why the base chose him as the first pilot to be deployed; only pilots who have actually fought the enemy are true pilots.

At this moment, he was piloting his beloved fighter jet, following the squadron hidden in the clouds high in the sky, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the invading enemy aircraft at any time.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he prayed silently in his heart: "Dad, Mom, little sister, you are watching from heaven right now. Today I will avenge you."

"We must shoot down one enemy plane today, no matter what. You've waited too long."

Just then, Instructor Wu's voice came from inside the cockpit:

"Enemy aircraft detected. Everyone prepare for battle. Repeat, everyone prepare for battle. Proceed according to the second combat plan."

Upon hearing this, Ma Jinxiao immediately snapped out of his reverie and focused all his attention on the upcoming first air battle.

When the enemy aircraft approached our aircraft, Instructor Wu immediately issued the latest combat orders.

"According to the battle plan, we will be divided into three attack groups. I will be in one group, and you two aircraft will be in another group. Based on our daily tactical training, we will prioritize attacking enemy fighters."

"Once we've dealt with the enemy's fighter jets, those five bombers will be like meat on a chopping board, ready to be chopped up however we want."

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

Ma Jinxiao's palms were sweating, and he was extremely excited. He had trained for so long, all for this moment to draw his sword against the enemy and cut them down.

Following the operating techniques he had practiced countless times, he first pushed the stick to lower the height and adjusted the aircraft's attitude.

Not far from him was plane number three, his teammate and wingman. They were using a two-plane formation attack tactic to deal with the outdated aircraft of the Japanese army, which felt a bit like bullying.

Major Ozawa was dreaming of making a name for himself when he suddenly saw five fighter jets swooping down from the clouds above his head. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Enemy attack, cover the bombers' withdrawal."

Looking at the five fighter jets approaching menacingly, and judging from their models, they should be the newest type of fighter jets recently equipped by the Eighth Route Army.

At this point, the Japanese aircraft had lost all fighting spirit, were outnumbered, and their performance was even worse.

Upon seeing this, their bomber pilots immediately turned around and ran back, while the fighters had no choice but to provide cover, otherwise, even if they managed to escape, they would have to commit seppuku.

Moreover, the Japanese had engaged in several firefights with the air force of our base area, and in the process, they discovered the weakness of our army, namely that the pilots were seriously inexperienced and could not bring out the power of advanced fighter jets.

Several times on the battlefield, this advanced aircraft was shot down. Although no complete wreckage was captured, no overwhelming technological gap was formed.

Ozawa confidently piloted his plane toward the oncoming fighter jets, deliberately choosing the lead plane of the opposing force, preparing for a one-on-one aerial duel.

When Instructor Wu saw it, he was overjoyed; such a good thing had finally come his way.

So he ordered the other four fighter jets to scatter and find their own opponents, while he piloted his plane directly into the fray.

First, taking advantage of the Mustang fighter's superior dive-bombing ability, they opened fire on Ozawa's plane, with a barrage of machine gun bullets like two fiery whips engulfing the enemy.

However, Ozawa was also an ace pilot of the Japanese army, with extremely rich combat experience. He quickly dodged the attack and even used the aircraft's machine gun to fight back.

After this exchange, Instructor Wu realized that he had encountered an enemy ace pilot; otherwise, he could have easily shot down a rookie pilot's plane in just one round.

Now that we've met an opponent, we need to take it seriously.

He yanked the control stick, and the fighter jet quickly climbed. Then, using its speed advantage, it circled around to the enemy's rear and opened fire on the enemy fighter's tail.

Upon seeing this, Xiaoze was terrified. He had truly witnessed the superior performance of our fighter jets, which could completely crush his prized aircraft.

He quickly maneuvered the plane to evade, but it was too late. Dozens of large-caliber machine gun bullets hit Ozawa's plane, instantly producing thick smoke.

Ozawa was a decisive person and quickly parachuted to safety. Even though this was our base, parachuting meant almost certain death, but it was still better than staying in the crashing plane with no chance of survival.

According to regulations, once their pilots parachute out, the undercover intelligence personnel will try to send someone to rescue them, so there is still hope of them returning alive.

After shooting down the opponent, Instructor Wu quickly flew to other battlefields where his students were located and needed his support.

However, the battles on the other two fronts were also very rapid. After all, our fighter jets were far superior to the enemy's, and with the two aircraft cooperating with each other, we were not at a disadvantage in the first encounter with the enemy.

Following the techniques in the tactics manual, Xiao Ma used his advantage of altitude and speed to have one plane in front attract the enemy pilot's attention, while the other plane circled around to the rear of the enemy plane and directly attacked the Japanese from behind.

Once our plane got close, Xiao Ma immediately pressed the trigger of the aircraft machine gun and fired hundreds of bullets, some of which hit the enemy aircraft.

Unfortunately, several bullets hit the enemy plane's fuel tank, and the fighter jet immediately exploded and disintegrated in mid-air. The enemy pilot didn't even have a chance to parachute and died on the spot.

"I hit it! I shot down an enemy plane."

Upon seeing the situation, Ma Jinxiao immediately shouted into the communication channel, and the wingman's congratulatory voice immediately rang out in the cabin.

"Congratulations, Brother Ma, you are the first person among our batch of trainees to shoot down an enemy plane."

"Congratulations, congratulations, Xiao Zhang. Next time, I'll be your wingman and help you make your first sale."

"By the way, according to the battle plan, we are going to pursue the enemy's bombers. This time I will provide cover, and you will lead the attack."

"Alright, Brother Ma, today I'm going to go on a killing spree to avenge the dead villagers."

In China, most ordinary people have suffered from bombing and strafing by invaders' planes, and have a deep-seated hatred for them.

In the next few minutes, another group also successfully shot down the enemy plane.

However, due to a lack of technical proficiency, one of our planes was hit by several bullets, and several holes were punched in its wing.