You were tasked with guarding the Sihang Warehouse, and you brought out a Tiger tank?

"Calling Eagle Nest, this is Falcon One."

Above the clouds, at an altitude of 3,500 meters.

Major Zhao Feixiong, commander of the 101st Fighter Squadron directly under the 33rd Army Corps, sat in the cramped cockpit of the BF-109E and pressed the radio communication button:

"Our unit has reached the airspace above the Bengbu section of the Huai River and successfully intercepted the Japanese bomber group. The enemy aircraft are numerous and are preparing to launch their first attack."

Lin Feng's voice came through the earpiece: "Go all out and wipe these bastards off the skies of Great Xia."

"clear."

A cold, murderous glint flashed in Zhao Feixiong's eyes. He abruptly pushed down the throttle valve and roared into the fleet radio channel:

"All units, jettison auxiliary fuel tanks, prepare for engagement."

"Shuashuashua——"

Twenty-four BF-109E fighter jets, their noses painted a striking yellow, had their silver-white auxiliary fuel tanks detached and plummeted downwards.

Shedding its cumbersome steel eagle, the eagle instantly became incredibly light.

"Listen up, everyone!"

While inspecting the reflective optical sight, Zhao Feixiong loudly reminded the pilots under his command:

"The two 20mm MG FF cannons in our wings are powerful, but they have very little ammunition, with only 60 rounds per cannon."

This thing has a rate of fire of 520 rounds per minute. If some spendthrift keeps holding the trigger, he can empty all his ammo in a maximum of 7 seconds.

At that time, you'll only be able to use those two 7.92mm water cannons in the nose to tickle the Japanese bombers.

"Aim carefully before you fire, use short bursts, understand?!"

"Understood!" came the crisp, resounding voice from the channel.

"First Squadron, follow me and tear those clumsy fat birds to shreds."

Zhao Feixiong pushed the control stick hard, and the fighter jet shot down like an arrow.

The moment they pierced through the clouds, the massive and dense formation of Japanese bombers below was exposed to their view without any warning.

"Go to hell."

Zhao Feixiong stared intently at the massive Type 97 heavy bomber in the scope, and when he was less than 500 meters away, he slammed the trigger on the control stick.

"Thump thump thump! Tap tap tap!"

The machine guns and cannons roared simultaneously!

Several 20mm high-explosive shells accurately struck the tail of the bomber.

The violent explosion instantly tore through the fragile aluminum alloy skin, and the tail of the Type 97 bomber disintegrated.

The first dive attack ended in a single exchange.

Several dazzling fireballs burst into the sky in an instant.

Besides the one whose tail was broken by Zhao Feixiong, another Japanese bomber was unlucky enough to be hit in its belly bomb bay.

"BOOM—!!!"

With a deafening roar, the bomber was blown up in mid-air.

The enormous fireball, mixed with countless burning fragments and severed limbs, flew in all directions, almost hitting another bomber nearby.

In the first engagement, two Japanese bombers were shot down on the spot, and three others were badly damaged and separated from the formation, trailing thick smoke.

"Pull him up, pull him up."

Zhao Feixiong, having succeeded in his attack, did not seek personal credit.

He jerked the control lever up, and the powerful G-force pressed him firmly into the seat.

With tremendous kinetic energy, the fighter jet roared as it climbed back into the sky.

Upon reaching the apex, Zhao Feixiong skillfully applied the rudder, flipping the plane upside down in the sky, and coldly observed the movements below through the cockpit window.

"Attention, the Japanese escort fighters are coming up."

Zhao Feixiong, observing the chaotic flight of Type 97 fighter jets below, calmly issued orders:

"First Squadron, continue to use your altitude advantage to dive-bomb the bomber group."

Second Squadron, fighter planes engaged the Japanese invaders.

Remember, don't play games with them; use energy tactics to wear them down.

"Second Squadron, received!"

A fierce aerial battle erupted instantly over the Huai River.

In the sky, there were beautiful white contrails left by fighter jets maneuvering at high speed, and a deadly net of fire woven from machine gun tracer rounds.

At this moment, on the ground.

In the villages along the Huai River, countless villagers working in the fields, as well as Nationalist soldiers marching north, were all startled by the deafening roar overhead.

They all stopped in their tracks, looked up, and stared at the sky in astonishment.

"Look, they're fighting! They're fighting in the sky!"

An old farmer pointed at the huge fireball that had just exploded in the sky, trembling with excitement.

"It's our plane, it's our Great Xia's plane fighting the Japanese."

A Nationalist Army company commander, dressed in a tattered gray uniform, looked through binoculars at the long, slender fighter planes with their own Kuomintang emblem painted on the wings and yellow on the noses, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Well done, kill these sons of bitches."

"Go, our Air Force!"

A burst of hysterical cheers erupted from the ground.

Many days have passed. Since the Battle of Shanghai, the skies over Daxia have become a slaughterhouse where the Japanese invaders rampage.

Today, the war eagles of Great Xia once again proudly soar over this land of suffering.

The crowd on the ground was in a state of high spirits, and the aerial battle had reached a fever pitch.

In this era when biplanes were just transitioning to monoplanes, the tactical thinking of air forces around the world was still quite backward.

Although the Japanese pilots were all elites who had been fed large amounts of fuel and live ammunition before the war, their air combat theory was still at the level of World War I, focusing on dogfighting and emphasizing individual heroism in one-on-one combat.

The Type 97 fighter they flew was a specialized "circling aircraft" that sacrificed armor, firepower, and dive speed in pursuit of ultimate horizontal turning performance.

But what they encountered today were system pilots under Lin Feng's command.

Although these system soldiers' training level is only "excellent" on the panel, what they are instilled in their minds is the "energy air combat theory" and the deadly "two-aircraft formation" tactics that the Han Air Force only fully matured in the middle of World War II.

In the sky, a wingman from the 2nd Squadron, numbered 112-06, was slightly slower when pulling up from a dive and was caught by a Japanese Type 97 fighter.

"Go to hell, you Chinese pig!"

The Japanese pilot's face contorted with rage as he gripped the trigger tightly, the two 7.7mm machine guns spitting fire wildly.

Based on the Japanese experience, an enemy plane being tailed would immediately make a high-G level turn in an attempt to escape.

As soon as the opponent turns, the Type 97's abnormal turning performance can instantly cut into the inner circle and shoot it down.

However, Unit 112-06 did not turn at all.

The system pilot was frighteningly calm. He pushed the stick sharply, piloting the fighter into an extremely slight shallow dive, while the fuselage began to sway irregularly from side to side, performing a rolling scissor maneuver.

The powerful BMW engine of the BF-109E burst forth instantly, and the speed increased rapidly.

In order to get close to their target, the Japanese pilot unknowingly entered tunnel vision, staring intently at the prey ahead, and then dived and accelerated along with it.

He didn't realize at all that the seemingly chaotic escape of aircraft 112-06 was actually a deadly dragging operation.