My own war game

Chapter 200 The First Wave of Battle

"Hurry! Everyone, get into the air-raid shelter. People over there, you..." an officer shouted at the dock.

Boom boom boom boom!!! A row of machine guns swept past, and his body was directly broken into two sections. Blood mist covered the dock, and the sound behind him stopped abruptly.

Countless soldiers lowered their bodies, holding their heads and fled to the air-raid shelters, while hundreds of Japanese planes circled and wreaked havoc overhead.

Hangars, fuel depots, ammunition depots, these warehouses became the main targets of Japanese planes. One aerial bomb after another penetrated the ceilings of the buildings, causing violent explosions.

Many people were engulfed by the explosion without a sound, but the rest were even more pitiful. Some soldiers were splashed with oil from the explosion and their clothes caught fire.

They howled and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but only a few of them were eventually rescued.

"Carry him in! Carry him into the church! The burned one should lie flat in the corridor first."

It wasn’t that the wounded needed to pray, but that thick black smoke was already billowing from the hospital in the original naval port.

The hospital was hit by an aerial bomb in the first wave of attacks and collapsed completely. The military doctors and nurses ran into the small military church nearby in a panic.

The corridor of the chapel was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the pungent smell of burn medicine and disinfectant. The small space was crowded with people, and groans, low cries for help, and soft sobs filled people's ears.

Apparently, the bombs the Japanese made didn't care about what Americans believed.

Boom!!! A triggered bomb landed not far from the church. In the flames, a jeep broke through the smoke and stopped at the door with a squeak.

The driver turned out to be a woman. She pushed open the door and jumped out. Her tattered stockings were hung on the rivet next to the door. The woman simply tore her stockings apart and lifted the person in the back seat.

"Help me! He's still alive! Is there a doctor?! Help me!" the woman cried.

Two soldiers and a nurse rushed out of the church, carrying the wounded and the woman and fled into the church.

A doctor came over and quickly checked the condition of the injured person, and quickly determined that the person could still be saved.

"Carry him to the chapel and clean his wound immediately!"

Taylor was laid flat on a table, his upper body stripped, and he was facing the holy image in front of the cross.

Boom! Another bomb exploded nearby, shattering the church's enameled glass and filling the sky with thick smoke.

Some people cried quietly, while others bowed their heads and began to pray.

The glass fragments in the chest were removed. The nurse was wrapping gauze around Taylor after the bleeding stopped. At this time, a terrifying sound appeared.

Buzz buzz~~~~
A Type 99 bomber seemed to have spotted them, adjusted its angle and began to dive, with the bombs under its wings flashing a cold light of death.

A sound like frying beans was heard. It was the soldiers at the door desperately shooting at the plane with their automatic rifles, but the threat was almost negligible.

The shadow of the Nine-Nine was magnified in the eyes of everyone in the church through the window, and it seemed that no one could escape.

When danger came, the nurse beside her clasped her hands and prayed silently to the sky.

"Help me... help us... whoever is out there, I pray to you, help us... so please..."

Explosions sounded all around, and the sun shone through the clouds, refracted through the enameled glass and fell on her face. The time around her seemed to stand still, even the burning speed of the flames slowed down, and the propeller of the Type 99 seemed to rotate frame by frame.

In the dazzling light, she seemed to see an angel...

Red wings.

call!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

A red fighter plane that I had never seen before roared past, cutting across the battlefield like a scalpel, and its machine gun swept the tail of the Type 99, causing it to fall headfirst. "Yeah!!!!"

"Well done!!! That's a beautiful fight!!!"

"No matter which squadron you are from, I'll pay for your drinks for the next month!!!"

There were bursts of cheers coming from the communication channel. These were the voices of the very few American pilots who had managed to take off by force. They were fighting on their own and had to deal with Japanese planes that outnumbered them by several times. They were already in a very bad state. The success of the red fighter planes just now inspired everyone's morale.

But no one knew this was just the beginning.

"Everyone hear me, reorganize your formation! Move closer to me! Follow my command!" An almost commanding tone came directly from the radio.

All the pilots were stunned. The reason they were suppressed was not only their small numbers, their aircraft performance was not as good as the Zero, and there was no unified command. The pilot of the red plane was obviously technically capable and might be a senior military officer.

Without knowing the opponent's rank, the surrounding P40s subconsciously gathered towards the red fighter, forming a formation of six fighters.

"From left to right, ONE, TWO, SIX. I am ONE. Follow my lead."

"P-2, pay attention to the 7 o'clock position behind the side. There is a Zero trying to tail."

"P-5, you've passed! Pull up the plane, there's a Japanese torpedo plane at 3 o'clock!"

"P-4, climb up with full force and then dive down, do a right roll, you can shake him off!"

.........

In the era of air combat without airborne radar, the pilot of the red fighter plane seemed to have an all-round vision and could even command several aircraft for micro-manipulation at the same time.

Under his command, the other five P40s shook off the Zeros behind them several times, and also shot down two Type s and one Type torpedo planes.

Even the air defense forces on the ground cheered loudly when they saw this scene.

At this time, the Japanese planes, which had suffered a minor setback, began to return under the cover of the Zero.

"Yes! We drove them away!" The pilot's cheers came from the communicator.

He Chi was not so optimistic. He knew that the 168 aircraft of the second wave of Japanese attack were already on the way.

"P-1, Red P-1, can you hear me? This is the ground tower, good job, how are you doing?" An English call came from the walkie-talkie.

He Chi picked up the intercom and said, "This is Red P-1. I have half of my fuel left, but not much ammunition left. I need to land to refill."

"I'm sorry, the three surrounding airports have been attacked and we can't provide you with supplies. Here is an alternative plan that has been approved." The other party continued, "The Enterprise is currently on its way back. If you have experience in carrier landings, you can fly there with your remaining fuel and get supplies there."

"Enterprise?!" He Chi's heart moved when he heard the name. Historically, the Enterprise was indeed not attacked by Japanese planes because it was on its way back, but it was actually not far away, and it even sent 18 reconnaissance planes to participate in the Pearl Harbor operation.

So its location is now...

A coin disappeared, and a large nautical chart appeared in He Chi's right eye. The Enterprise was more than 200 nautical miles away.

But what is terrifying is that more than a hundred nautical miles to the north, there is a group of red flags.

The name on the largest one is:

Kaga!

(End of this chapter)