Chapter 310 Bishan Air Battle (1)
It was a torture for these prides in the squadron that had not flown for two consecutive days.≤, because the road surface was damaged by rain, the brigade ground crew arrived much later than planned. Therefore, as soon as these logistics personnel arrived at the base, they immediately started to modify and maintain the aircraft before they had time to rest.
These fighter jets are close war machines, not Renault trucks driven by French ground crews. After each flight, they must be maintained strictly in accordance with the procedures in the manual, so as to ensure that there will be no accidents in the fierce air combat maneuvers. The ground crew members of the task force are carefully selected professional technicians, and because of the special nature of their units, they cannot allow any mistakes. They followed the brigade all the way from Germany to a distant foreign country. A deep friendship has long been established between the ground crew and the pilots, and their superb skills have won the recognition and trust of everyone.
For two days, the base hangar was full of noisy and busy scenes. In the end, the Germans finally completed all the preparations for this flight within the rated time. Shi Boru was not idle during this period. She found more aviation maps, and after checking each other, she chose the safest route she thought. Although it seemed a bit detour, it was better than losing direction in the middle.
Early in the morning of September 21, everyone had a full breakfast in the restaurant. The French chef carefully prepared French fried eggs and steaks for all pilots participating in the operation. This time the flight was very long and the physical exhaust would be very high. Some high-calorie food could help the pilots to support the long journey.
According to the original plan, the task force took off at 7 o'clock on time. After being organized over the airport, the fleet turned northeastward and crossed the border between French Indochina and China over Gaoping County, heading towards Baise County, the first landmark point in China.
When they arrived above Baise County, the fleet had climbed to a height of 3,000 meters. Looking from above, the streets and houses in the county were clearly visible. German pilots could identify the black tiled roofs and gray stone slab streets, as well as the endless crowds of people on the streets. At this moment, the citizens below seemed to have found the aircraft cluster that was unannounced above their heads. There were commotion and chaos on the streets. From a high altitude, they looked like an ant colony attacked by boiling water. In an instant, the streets and alleys were running and fleeing.
"They treat us as Japanese planes." Shi Boru looked at the chaos below and couldn't help but frown.
"Although this place is still in the hands of the Chinese government, it is only 200 kilometers away from Nanning occupied by Japan. It is within the combat radius of Japanese bombers. In other words, this place is already considered a frontline." It seems that he heard Shi Boru's sigh. Captain Horst and Yang explained on the radio.
"Luckily they didn't hit us with anti-aircraft guns." Technical adjutant Lieutenant Kakri interjected.
"Anti-aircraft guns? In such a small county?" Captain Yang scoffed at the words of the technical adjutant.
"The Chinese are extremely lacking in air defense weapons. Most of their cities have open airspace. Japanese Army bombers can often drive straight into hundreds of kilometers. Except for a few key cities, they rarely suffer from ground fire." Captain Yang continued to add to his previous words on the radio.
"Climb to four thousand meters, speed up, and leave the city as soon as possible." Shi Boru issued an order, and the fleet immediately began to climb quickly according to the command of the captain.
At this time, the group of fw190s had all been replaced with grass-green jungle painted. In order to facilitate identification, black and white striped recognition belts were painted on the tail rudder. The iron cross emblem on the fuselage was reduced in circle, and the black cross part in the badge was cut off, leaving only the original white folding border. The position of the white number of the squadrons of each aircraft had not changed, and the pilot's personality logo on the cockpit and the brigade emblem on the hood were retained.
Because it is the first squadron of the first brigade, the number of the aircraft is painted in white. If it is the second brigade, it is coded in red. The third brigade uses yellow, fourth white, and fifth brigade continues to use red. The Luftwaffe uses this color difference to identify the ownership of the aircraft. The ownership of the brigade is distinguished by the fold line or straight line marks behind the number. The squadron number of the first brigade belongs to is blank. The squadron belongs to the second brigade adds a horizontal line after the number, and the third brigade uses a vertical line. The fourth brigade draws a dot. In addition, there are some command agencies, such as the units directly under the brigade headquarters of each brigade, all use green numbers, while the brigade headquarters above the brigade use blue numbers to display identity.
Speaking of which, Shi Boru and her brigade's direct squad should use green numbers and call signs, but because she only brought one squadron this time, she used the same paint as the first squadron. The only difference was that she and her subordinates had the identification mark of the brigade command officer on the fuselage.
After leaving the Baise County area, the German aircraft fleet had climbed to a height of 4,000 meters and flew towards the northwest direction at a cruise speed of 530 kilometers per hour. The lonely ju88b became particularly conspicuous in the aircraft fleet. Speaking of which, most of the reasons for the panic on the ground just now came from her.
The weather over Guangxi that day was very good and was very suitable for flight. The clouds were thin and loose, and there was no strong airflow. Therefore, the fleet was traveling very smoothly, almost suppressing the planned route, and the course did not shift.
Fokwolf has not yet modified the cockpit to increase. As the height increases, the temperature in the cockpit will drop to a certain extent. When the summer sun in southern China shines into the cabin from one side of the cockpit, it brings a lot of warmth to the pilots. Thin floating clouds pass by under the wings from time to time, and the blue sky is peaceful and peaceful. German pilots unbuttoned the leader of their flight suits and enjoyed this rare comfort.
Shi Boru carefully checked the instrument and confirmed that the readings were correct. Then he clamped the joystick with his legs, pulled out the thermos from the water bottle holder beside him, and poured himself a cup of steaming coffee.
FW190 has a unique design. Dr. Tan Ke equipped her with a device called a command system, which is actually a gear-driven mechanical computer. This precision machinery can automatically complete some of the auxiliary operations of flight, such as automatically adjusting the fuel-air and oil ratio or propeller pitch, and automatically adjusting the engine speed and pressure as the pilot operates the throttle. This was an extremely advanced design on fighter jets at that time. Especially in fierce air combat, human operation errors can be avoided due to busyness, and at the same time, during long-distance flights, the pilot also saved a lot of energy. At this time, Major Shi Boru was drinking coffee while checking the map in the map bag on his legs. Through the transparent celluloid film and the route map drawn by the red pencil is extremely bright.
"There are mountains everywhere here, and I have never seen so many peaks concentrated in such a large area." A pilot sighed.
"You haven't flew in the Alps, but the terrain there is completely different from here." His companion replied.
"The Chinese call this place the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and we have entered their Guizhou Province." Captain Yang has become the China Communications Group.
"Keep the communication frequency unobstructed, Angel, have you searched for the agreed navigation radio signal?" Shi Boru put the cap of the thermos bottle and held the joystick again.
Because the single-machine radio call code on the body of this ju88 is AH, the standard call sign of the Luftwaffe should be "Angil-Heinrich", but since there is only this one at present, Shiboru directly simplified it to Angel.
"Not yet, the signal received by the direction finder is very messy, and I don't think I can count on this anymore." The radio operator of ju88b reported.
"It doesn't matter, fortunately we made preparations early." Shi Boru turned his head and looked at the formation of the aircraft group. Because it was an extreme range flight and was not a combat mission, the flight teams were arranged in a very regular transition flight formation. Each team was arranged in a formation of four aircraft fingertips, and the four teams lined up into a larger fingertip formation. Shi Boru's team leader flew at the forefront of all the groups.
"Replace it into a double-layer escort formation, the fourth team stayed, and the rest followed me to a height of 5,000 meters." Shi Boru issued an order, and conducting formation transformation training on the way was the brigade's past practice. The brigade's purpose was to always demand himself by war standards.
As the flight route extended, the flight process began to become boring, but these were all ace pilots, and some of them were having fun on the way. Especially the two aces in the second team were bored, they were still rolling several times in a row while they were bored, but of course they were scolded by Major Shi Boru. After more than three hours of continuous flight, the range had passed two-thirds, and the fuel in the secondary fuel tank had been consumed. The pilots activated the switch and the engine began to use the fuel carried in the body's fuel tank. Because considering the return journey, the units did not abandon the empty secondary fuel tank.
"White-collar aircraft, it seems that our route has no deviation at all. Below is the seventh confirmation point on the map, which is only 370 kilometers away from the destination, and victory is in sight." Captain ju88b's voice came from the headphones.
Shi Boru pressed the communication sending and receiving button on the joystick, and the swinging aileron slightly deflected the fuselage.
"Anshun, this is the pronunciation." Shi Boru looked at the map on his thigh.
"Keep the height of now, Angel, we will arrive safely." said the Flight Captain from the side of the cockpit, looking at the medium bomber under the wings.
"I will watch this guy for you, sir." The White No. 15, piloted by the squad leader of the Fourth Squad, shook his wings. The Fourth Squad was divided into two commanders and wing crews to escort the bomber on both sides. The five aircraft lined up in an inverted V-shaped formation, neatly as if they were tangled together with an invisible steel wire. Shi Boru shook the wings to express his reply, and then returned to the fuselage.
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