Yamamoto Isoroku is the commander-in-chief of the Japanese Combined Fleet, an admiral, and the soul of the navy. The death of such a figure will definitely shock the Japanese military and political circles as well as the people. It can damage the morale of the Japanese army and combat militarism.

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Although the General Staff believed that only five J-3 fighter jets would be needed to shoot down Yamamoto Isoroku, Zhang Weigong, the commander of the Huanghai Ship, did not dare to be careless. He dispatched eight J-3 carrier-based aircraft, and the Qilu carrier-based aircraft

Brigade captain Zhang Aiguo led the team.

Eight J-3 fighter jets arrived in the expected ambush airspace an hour ahead of schedule.

Worried about being overtaken by the Yankees, the General Staff selected the ambush area further south, thus missing the best ambush airspace.

Xie Chengrui and Song Li believed that if the Pacific Fleet also knew about Yamamoto Isoroku's itinerary, they would definitely choose the best airspace for the ambush.

Although Zhang Aiguo's team's location is not the best airspace for ambush, the excellent performance of jet fighters can make up for this problem.

As long as traces of the Japanese formation could be found, Yamamoto Isoroku would never be able to escape.

The US Pacific Fleet dispatched 20 P38 fighters. After a two-hour flight, 16 fighters successfully arrived in the ambush airspace.

The team was led by Lieutenant Commander Mitchell.

Mitchell divided the 16 P38s into two teams, one team was hidden in the clouds, and the other team was hidden at ultra-low altitude.

Mitchell's plan was that after discovering the Japanese flying formation, eight P38s in the clouds would take the lead in attacking, diverting the escorting Zero fighters away from the mountain.

Then the eight P38s below approached Yamamoto Isoroku's plane at full speed, like target practice, and shot down Yamamoto Isoroku with cluster firepower.

The plan was perfect, all P38s moved into hidden positions, waiting for Yamamoto to arrive.

After leaving Luzon Island, because the plane was flying at a low altitude, Yamamoto Isoroku could clearly see the situation on the ground.

The Japanese also built some fortifications on the Babuyan Islands and Batan Islands. Even if MacArthur could occupy the entire Philippines, he would not be able to march north immediately.

Yamamoto Isoroku nodded while looking at it. Judging from what he observed in the past two days, the army implemented his defense strategy more accurately.

It was close to five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and the sunlight reflected on the sea was colorful.

Yamamoto Isoroku quietly admired this beautiful scene for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and began to fall asleep.

He could feel that the bomber had begun to climb and was about to turn towards Okinawa.

Above the Japanese formation, eight black figures loomed in the golden clouds.

Zhang Aiguo and the pilots always kept an eye on the direction in which the Japanese formation might arrive.

Due to the angle of the sun and the reflection of light from the sea surface, everyone's eyes gradually become sore, and sometimes double images may appear.

But no one dared to close their eyes, they always stared in that direction.

At some point, an exclamation came over the radio.

"Coming!"

"Climbing!"

Zhang Aiguo glanced at the time subconsciously.

April 11, 1943 16:53.

There was a slight difference from what was described in the intelligence. There were not six Zero fighter jets escorting the aircraft, but nine.

Zhang Aiguo saw a medium bomber firmly guarded by Zero fighters in the center.

Seeing this, he was certain that the person sitting in the middle was Isoroku Yamamoto, the commander of the Japanese Combined Fleet.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Aiguo spoke two words into the radio.

"attack!"

The pilots were already impatient. According to the predetermined action plan, the six J-33s immediately dived towards the enemy formation.

Zhang Aiguo and his wingman stayed behind and continued to hide. They only had Yamamoto Isoroku's plane in their eyes.

The Japanese fighter plane was climbing at an altitude of about 2,000 meters.

The J-3 fighter jet dived from the clouds at a height of 6 kilometers.

The two sides soon discovered each other, and screams of surprise rang out on the Japanese radio.

The jet fighter was extremely fast and was in front of us in an instant.

A very funny scene happened next.

Because the pilots were too excited and excited, the six J-3s had no time to slow down and passed directly through the middle and both wings of the Japanese formation.

The Japanese pilots looked at this scene dumbfounded, and they were a little confused for a while.

Zhang Aiguo in the clouds held his forehead in shame, and subconsciously buried his face in the cabin.

"A bunch of reckless brats!"

Opposite was the commander of the enemy's navy. No wonder the pilots were too excited.

The cubs quickly realized their mistake and quickly turned the plane around to kill them.

Fortunately, the performance of the J-3 fighter is superior, and this trip only takes a few seconds, so there is no big delay.

Gong Zhizhong, the captain of the Japanese escort taskforce, was horrified.

At the moment when they just crossed paths, he was sure that it was a Chinese jet fighter.

There is an era gap between the two sides, and the enemy has occupied a favorable attack position. How to protect the safety of the general?

While he was thinking, the Chinese fighter plane's cannons had already fired at him.

Miyano glanced at the medium bomber in the center, and Zeng Jing's eyes were filled with uneasiness.

Not daring to delay any longer, he immediately ordered all Zero fighters to turn around to face the enemy.

At the same time, medium bombers were ordered to dive and make an emergency landing on nearby islands.

In a flash of lightning, all the Zero fighters left Yamamoto Isoroku.

They fearlessly used their noses to face China's jet fighters, hoping to buy time for the General to make an emergency landing.

Yamamoto Isoroku in the bomber was panicked for a moment.

But after that moment, he sat upright in the high-speed diving bomber, maintaining his general demeanor as much as possible.

This is not a command room commanding millions of troops, but an engine room where you can't help yourself.

Even Yamamoto Isoroku cannot control his own destiny.

The communications officer and medical officer who were accompanying him were already panicking and shouting in horror.

Yamamoto Isoroku grabbed the seat belt and subconsciously turned his head to look behind the porthole.

A black spot approached at high speed from the right rear of the aircraft, and its outline gradually became clearer. It was a Chinese jet fighter painted with sea sharks.

The shark sprayed out bits of starlight from its big mouth, and the next moment, several fist-sized holes were punched in the fuselage.

Shells flew in from both directions, and the medical officer's head was instantly shattered into pieces.

The headless corpse was sprayed with bright red blood, and Yamamoto Isoroku's eyes were filled with blood.

The bomber under the seat was trembling, and thick smoke was already rising from the engine on one side.

Isoroku Yamamoto felt that the plane was gradually losing its balance.

The communications officer opened his mouth and shouted, but he couldn't hear what he was shouting.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to come over to protect himself.

Yamamoto Isoroku was a little moved and shook his head slightly.

At the last moment of his life, Yamamoto Isoroku thought of what he wrote in his diary yesterday:
Chapter completed!