Chapter 511: Silver Dragon Team's First Sword Show

Mountain City, Huangshan Mansion.

The Chairman of the Standing Committee was drinking tea with Mrs. Meiling in the courtyard when an attendant came over, "Chairman, Situ Meitang from the United States is calling." After speaking, he respectfully handed over a telegram.

"Situ Meitang?" Chairman Standing Committee took the telegram and read it with a surprised expression on his face.

"Overseas Chinese Jiang Hao, it's a good thing to bring fighter planes back to China to serve. Now we are in short supply of fighter planes and pilots. The Japanese army bombards our mountain city every few days. Our air force is completely lost. The Japanese army is like no one. situation," said the chairman.

"Jiang Hao? Why does this name sound familiar to me?" Mrs. Meiling said.

"The telegram said that Jiang Hao sent the photos of the Japanese massacre of our people to the embassy last time. Now the embassy in the United States is using those photos as promotional materials. It is said that the effect is good."

"Oh, it turned out to be him, and he is considered a righteous man. It is said that he fled from Nanjing all the way to Japan, and then went to the United States." Mrs. Meiling remembered this incident.

"More than that, the article also said that this Jiang Hao now has a huge fortune and is doing business with the Roosevelt family. He is the guest of President Roosevelt." Chang's eyes showed some deep meaning.

"Oh, that's really amazing, Darling, can we ask this Jiang Hao to help coordinate with the United States and let the United States give us more support?"

"Well, I thought about it too, but don't worry, we'll talk about it when someone comes."

While the two were talking, a sharp air defense siren suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Woo~~woo~~woo~~".

The chairman frowned and slapped the armrest vigorously, "Those damned Japanese fighter planes are here to bomb again."

"Chairman, hurry up and hide in the air-raid shelter." The attendant next to him said.

"Go, go to the air-raid shelter."

Air defense sirens resounded over the mountain city.

The people on the street were shocked immediately, and ran towards the air-raid shelter one after another. The noise of people on the street, the shouting of men and women, and the crying of children, plunged the whole mountain city into chaos.

After the Battle of Wuhan, the Japanese occupied the three towns of Wuhan, and based on Wuhan Airport, they continued to bombard Shancheng, Changsha, Chengdu and other cities, dropping bombs, incendiary bombs, gas bombs and even bacteria and viruses.

What about the Chinese Air Force at this time?

In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, China had more than 500 fighters, and 300 were capable of combat. However, Japan had three to five times as many fighters as China. After several air battles, the Chinese Air Force was completely lost.

Now the only aircraft combat force left in China is no longer Chinese, but the Soviet Air Force aiding China.

The famous Flying Tigers had not yet been established at this time. There was only a small team of more than a dozen people. The arrogant and ignorant foreign mercenaries were useless at all. The real main force was the Soviet Air Force that aided China.

"Buzz!"

The bomber fleet flew from afar, and the Japanese were extremely arrogant, so they flew directly over in a low-altitude flight mode. It was a 4 squadron composed of naval aviation and army aviation, including 18 bombers and 32 fighter jets.

The fleet flew over the city and began to drop bombs. A series of bombs dropped, landing on the bustling Shaanxi Road commercial street in the mountain city, in dense residential areas, and in factory areas.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of explosions is endless.

The entire mountain city instantly turned into a sea of ​​blood and flames.

Numerous buildings were blown into ruins, countless houses were set on fire, and shrapnel flew across, killing countless Chinese people who hadn't had time to hide in the air-raid shelters, and mutilated bodies can be seen everywhere.

There are large shantytowns along the Yangtze River, where the Japanese dropped incendiary bombs, instantly igniting the houses, and the fire quickly spread and burned with the help of the wind.

On this day, tens of thousands of civilians were displaced and slept on the streets.

Buzz buzz! ! !

Suddenly, a fleet of Chinese fighter planes flew in from afar. The entire fleet consisted of 25 fighter planes. This was the only remaining fighter plane in China, and the Soviet Air Force Volunteer Team also rushed over when they learned that the Japanese army was coming to bomb.

When the fighter jets of the Japanese fleet saw the Chinese fighter planes approaching, they immediately left the bomber fleet and rushed towards the Chinese Air Force.

The two fighter units met in the sky over Chongqing, and the battle was imminent, and the two fleets launched a strangulation in the air.

The Chinese Air Force fought bravely and defended the war to the death. They opened fire on the Japanese army suddenly. The Japanese fighter planes cooperated and unified.

Countless people in the mountain city looked up at the sky, put their hands on their chests, and hoped that their air force could defeat the enemy.

"Hit, hit, a Japanese plane is smoking."

"Fight, beat, kill these little Japanese."

"Oh no, that's our plane." A Chinese fighter plane exploded in the air, and the people sighed in unison.

The entire battle lasted for about half an hour. The Japanese army left after the bombing, and the fighter formation also left immediately. In this campaign, our air force shot down 4 Japanese fighter planes, including a bomber.

But what about my own losses? I lost 10 fighters. The pilots of these 10 fighters died 9 people, and only 1 survived by chance.

Seeing this result, Zhou Zhirou, the former commander-in-chief of the air force, sighed in his heart. He lost another 10 fighters. Now he has no one to fight. Next time the Japanese bombers come over, what protection will he rely on.

Alas~.

Only a deep sigh was left.

In fact, this was just one of the daily bombings by the Japanese army.

According to the statistics of later generations, during the years when the mountain city was the accompanying capital, the Japanese army bombed thousands of sorties here, killing tens of thousands of people, injuring countless people, destroying countless houses, and leaving hundreds of thousands of people homeless. There is hardly a day in peace.

What about Jiang Hao at this time?

At this time, Jiang Hao had just arrived in Vietnam. At this time, Vietnam had not been occupied by the Japanese, but was still under the control of the French. After the freighter arrived at the port, Jiang Hao saw Cameron.

The two hugged, "Cameron, how is it going."

Cameron smiled, "It went very smoothly. We have the official status of an American company. I spent some money to bribe French officials stationed in India and directly borrowed their airport."

"It's a great job. This time I brought all my wealth, and it's all here." Jiang Hao pointed to the freighter behind him and said.

"I will organize people to unload the goods." Cameron said.

The two came to the base, did not enter the office, and went directly to the airport. Looking at the rows of wild horses that had been assembled and neatly stacked, Jiang Hao asked, "How much is it done?"

"We have already assembled 25 Mustangs. Our shiny little guys make the French drool." Cameron said with a smile.

Jiang Hao pondered for a while, and said: "Cameron, I don't want to wait here. You are still in charge here. I plan to take these 25 fighters and go to China first."

Cameron nodded, "You are the boss and you have the final say. What about the later stage, does this airport need to be kept as a base?"

Jiang Hao shook his head, "It's not safe at all. It's not a place to stay for a long time. It can only be used as a transfer station. After all the fighters are assembled, they will all be shipped to China, including our materials and parts. We will build them in China. base."

The two looked at the fighter again, and Cameron said, "Boss, I think we should have a louder name."

"A louder name?"

The first thing Jiang Hao thought of was the Flying Tigers, but they have already been occupied by others. Jiang Hao looked at the shiny Mustang fighters, and suddenly had an idea, "Cameron, why don't we call it the "Silver Dragon Team?" "Bar."

From then on, the "Silver Dragon Team" was formally established.

Back at the station, Jiang Hao ordered someone to send a report to Shancheng. He was going to go directly to Shancheng, and he wanted to inform Shancheng to avoid misunderstanding.

However, for the sake of confidentiality, Jiang Hao did not report the specific time and number of aircraft.

After receiving this notice, Shancheng attached great importance to it, and the Chairman of the Standing Committee personally issued instructions to make several airports in Shancheng ready for reception.

At the same time, the Japanese army also received information that a mercenary flying team from the United States had arrived in Hanoi, Vietnam, and was preparing to go to Chongqing to participate in the battle soon.

"Are the Americans going to get involved? This is not good news."

"No, intelligence shows that this is just a "mercenary" team, not an act of the government. The United States has not expressed any opinion on our war. How useful can a mercenary army be?"

"Well, you're right, but let the air force below pay attention. The previous bombing effect was good, let them continue."

The Japanese got the news, but they didn't pay much attention to it. They didn't believe that a mercenary would play a big role in a war.

Japanese Wuhan Airport.

The Japanese army is preparing for today's bombing operation. The fuel tanks are filled up, the aerial bombs are filled on the fighter planes, and the fighter jets are replenished with ammunition. Everything is in order.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the fighter planes started, the propellers buzzed, and one after another fighter planes took off, preparing to go to the mountain city to continue bombing. This time, the Japanese army dispatched 22 bombers and 35 escort fighters, a total of five formations.

After a three-hour flight, the Japanese fleet finally arrived over the mountain city. The Japanese army likes to bomb the mountain city in the afternoon, which is the rush hour for get off work, and the effect of dense crowds is the best.

The sound of air defense sirens sounded again over Chongqing.

After the people heard the siren, they ran towards the nearest air-raid shelter in a panic, and the whole mountain city fell into chaos again.

After arriving over the mountain city, the Japanese fighter planes began to prepare to drop bombs, and the round bombs were dropped, and the whole mountain city was once again filled with gunpowder smoke.

The officers and soldiers of the air defense force on the ground, looking at the raging Japanese aircraft fleet in the sky, their eyes were red, and they desperately fired anti-aircraft guns into the sky, but they couldn't hit those flexible planes at all. Boom, several bombs exploded around the air defense positions. The anti-aircraft artillery was overturned, and an old soldier held his bloody stomach and cursed, "Little Japan, I'm fucking your grandma. If I don't die, I will definitely blow you down next time. Why don't we have an air force?"

At this moment, the veteran suddenly saw another fleet flying in the sky. The planes in this fleet were shining silvery light in the sun. At first glance, they were not Japanese planes. This fleet swooped down from the clouds. The machine guns on the wings fired at the group of Japanese fighters.

"Da da da da da da, da da da da da da"

The machine gun kept spewing out the tongue of flames, which was extremely ferocious.

"boom!"

A Japanese plane, which hadn't reacted at all, was instantly hit and exploded in the air, and a big fire ball scattered in the air, it was so bright, even more gorgeous than the setting sun.

"Okay! Good fight, kill the little devil."

At this moment, the veteran had already forgotten the pain, excitedly raised his bloody hand, waved his arms towards the silver warriors in the sky, and cheered loudly.