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Four hundred and seventy-eight sadness. Bump

Captain Kondo looked happy and relaxed all over. He sat in the cockpit of Zero War, his eyes wandering between No. 214 Messer-Chmitt and Type 98 reflex sight. He held the joystick with his right hand, controlled the throttle with his left palm, and put his thumb on the cannon launch button. He never expected that in the description of Colonel Kazusa Moriko and Major Kato, the almost invincible Zhou Zhihan was so easy to deal with, allowing himself to easily form a T-shaped attack.

Just when the 98-type reflective sight showed that the No. 214-type plum style had entered a 300-meter range and the center of the sight was about to cover the plum style, the plum style in front of Kondo suddenly made a side roll and swam out of the sight. The resistance of the wing cutting the air suddenly sank, and it swept to the lower right side of its nose. The speed and posture change so quickly, like an eagle.

This change was completely beyond Kondo's expectations. When he occupied the winning T-shaped bombardment position just now, as an ace pilot, he instantly predicted and blocked all the maneuvering actions Messerchmitt could do at this time.

But he never expected that Zhou Zhihan would hit him in the gun like a death sentence.

Kondo pressed the rod slightly and pushed it slightly, and the nose of Zero Warriors sank to the right and sink. The sight easily trapped No. 214 Messer Schmidt, opened fire, and fired a long shot.

"Dadada..."

A red rain of bullets gushed out, slid over the wings of the plum-shaped oblique fingers in the sky, which was still far from the fuselage.

"Baga!"

Captain Kondo cursed loudly, it was a damn thing. The sure-fire attack just now actually completely deviated. The speed of this Messerchmitt was so fast that it made his shooting misjudgment in advance.

It's slow to say that the two fighters are actually 300 meters apart, and the two aircraft are interlaced faster than blinking.

In the flash of lightning, a terrible idea appeared in Kondo's mind: Chinese people cannot fire, are they trying to use fighter jets to collide with themselves and die together?

Captain Kondo pulls the joystick as he wants, and the Zero fighter changes from the dive posture of a small angle, and draws an arc on the nose and pulls upwards.

I still know whether my fighter jet is strong or not. This matchbox is definitely not a matchbox that can touch the German man's plum style. Even if I open fire and hit No. 214 Merseschmitt, the distance is too close. Even if Zero War is not hit, it will be affected by the fragments generated by the plum explosion. I just sit in a layer of iron sheet without any protection and may be taken away by any shrapnel.

Kondo even suspected that his matchbox could be easily pierced by the plum-style wings.

He turned around after pulling up, his heart beat hard, and secretly thanked that as he judged that Mei Shi appeared at the position where the Zero was just now. If he hadn't pulled up just now, the two fighters might have bumped into each other, and the matchbox would be flattened as soon as it squeezed, and there was no chance to jump.

Captain Kondo was sweating on his back and was flying forward faster. He wanted to keep a certain distance from Messerchmitt. This Chinese was so crazy that he dared to use the Imperial Pilot's way of fighting at critical moments.

Seeing Zero War lifting and accelerating forward, No. 214 Messer Schmidt changed from the rolling, flew back quickly, clenched tightly, and chased after him. What Zhou Zhihan had to do now is to tightly entangle the Zero Style, limit Kondo, and prevent him from easily getting the opportunity to fire.

Zhou Zhihan's move just now seemed very dangerous, but in fact it was within his expectations.

All ace pilots must have superb skills, excellent judgment and reaction skills.

Since Kondo is the ace pilot of the Japanese army, he cannot not know that if No. 214 Messer Schmidt, who has no firepower, wants to win or draw, the only way is to hit.

It is impossible for Kondo to know that the Zero style he drove was just a layer of iron, and it could not hit the tough plum style.

The Japanese Zero Type is a matchbox. How can Kondo himself not count?

Zhou Zhihan learned at Randolph Air Force Academy that Japanese military training is completely different from the United States. What the Japanese army pursues is to let students be loyal to the emperor regardless of their personal interests, and fight for Japan.

For centuries, the Japanese educational philosophy was that if they died in battle for the country, they could receive the highest honor.

The most important part of the Japanese army's training of pilots is to repeatedly instill a concept: "Don't be afraid of death, do not surrender, and seek to die with your opponent before death!"

The Japanese pilots all had this belief, so Kondo could not have imagined that Zhou Zhihan would seek a way to die with him without any chance of victory.

Before crossing, Zhou Zhihan saw the diary of Otaku Kurahara, an Imperial Japanese Army aviation pilot, [Kamikaro]:

Regardless of nationality, soldiers abide by the same rules, and the biggest difference is how to implement them.

For example, American soldiers forgot to shave or fail to keep their uppers clean during examinations may be punished to do some extra small things.

However, for Japanese students, even if it is the slightest violation or the smallest mistake, what awaits us is the most severe punishment.

From the moment we arrived at the training camp, the cold and endless corporal punishment accompanied our entire training process. Some of the corporal punishments were so cruel that some of us could not survive. No matter how well our tasks were completed, the instructors could always find reasons to pick our stings, so corporal punishment became an integral part of our training.

Corporate punishment has two purposes: one is to establish iron discipline, and the other is to cultivate a fearless fighting spirit.

Regarding corporal punishment, the instructor's explanation is that as long as anyone can withstand the instructor's corporal punishment, he will not be afraid of the enemy. When facing a strong enemy, he will rather die than surrender. When facing a strong enemy, he will die with his opponent even if he dies.

Therefore, when facing his opponent's T-shaped attack, Zhou Zhihan immediately decided to use a lose-lose style, either hitting the opponent or forcing him to avoid it in zero.

Kondo was angry.

Just now, the Chinese used Yin Maiman to die, but he subconsciously used the drum to maneuver and defend and missed the opportunity. Now the enemy hit him directly, but he was scared to avoid him, which made him lose all his face.

The sudden change just now immediately triggered various reactions from all the spectators. The people were watching the excitement. They didn't understand any tactics, they only knew who ran away first or was shot down, and who lost.

The military observation groups of various countries, Zhou Zhirou and Yamaguchi Duowen, could see that the 214th No. 214 Messer-Chmitt forced zero concessions to force the fight of the same death.

Yamaguchi Tatsuki and Nakasa Moritao, Kato never expected that No. 214 Messer Schmidt would have a lose-lose style of force Kondo to dodge, and wasted the rare chance of winning.

"Haga..." Yamaguchi Tatsume was so angry that his face turned pale. Captain Kondo's greed for life and fear of death would lose his empire's face.

Seeing that No. 214 Messerchmidt took the lead in the desperate situation with both sides, Zhou Zhirou's tense heartstrings slightly relaxed, but Zhang Mufei's words suddenly made his heart suddenly rise to his voice.

"Commander-in-Chief! I always feel something is wrong. Colonel Zhou has never fired since the war. This is not his style. I doubt whether his fighter jet was tampered with?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhirou and Chennard took a breath of air conditioning almost at the same time, and shouted in unison: "What?"

Zhang Mufei is an ace pilot. He has experienced many battles and his rich combat experience is not comparable to Zhou Zhirou and Chennard. He always felt something was wrong, but he did not think about Mei Shi without firepower. It was not until No. 214 that Messer Schmidt used both sides to hit the Japanese Zero style that Zhang Mufei realized that Mei Shi was mostly tampered with.

"Mu Fei, what if Zhihan's fighter plane was really tampered with? "

Zhou Zhirou asked anxiously.

Zhang Mufei shook his head and didn't say anything. He didn't know what to do. If there was a way, Zhou Zhihan would not use the same method of dying together.

Chennard shrugged his shoulders, his face full of anxiety: "If there is no bullet, what's the point of shooting it? Let him come down."

"He won't come down." Zhang Mufei shook his head. At this moment, he remembered the battle of Liang Hongyun who fought to the death and died heroically during the Battle of Songhu.

Zhou Zhirou's face was full of sadness. He knew that Zhou Zhihan would never retreat first, otherwise the scene of fighting toward Zero Zhan would not appear. After a moment of contemplation, he immediately sent a telegram: Order that all personnel at Taiping Temple Airport should not leave. If anyone leaves, they should be arrested immediately.

"I suspect there is a problem with the weapon system of the Allied No. 1 fighter jet."

A member of the British Military Observatory Corps said to his members.

"Very likely!"

Several other British people also agreed.

Although Zhou Zhihan was sitting No. 214 Messerschmitri, all the British people on the scene hoped that the Chinese would win. Zhou Zhihan made great achievements for the Royal Air Force during his support for the British war. All the British people remembered him. In the hearts of these military observers, Zhou Zhihan has always been the number one ace of the allies.

In fact, not only the British Military Observatory, but also military personnel from other countries also saw the clues. If it weren't for the problem with the weapon system, Messerchmit, No. 214, was not stupid enough to hit the gun at the zero battle, seeking a way to lose both sides.

The air battle turned around and his expression was gloomy. Principal Jiang's wife, who was about to leave, stopped. She picked up the telescope and looked up at the sky: "With such an excellent bloody soldier, the Chinese nation will not die!"
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