webnovelvip Chapter 297 Air Squadron Heads North to Kill the Japanese
Chapter 297 Air Squadron Heads North to Kill the Japanese
"Today, I'll show you just how mighty this 'Howl of Death' truly is!"
After saying that, he turned around and nimbly climbed into the Stuka's two-seat cockpit.
The machine gunner and radio operator in the back seat quickly took their positions and pulled up the canopy.
"Boom!"
As the throttle valve was pushed to its maximum, the engine roared like a beast.
The black Stuka accelerated wildly on the grass track, and after gliding for less than two hundred meters, it suddenly raised its head, like a fierce falcon, and soared straight into the blue sky.
The plane's silhouette gradually shrank in the sky, eventually becoming a black dot.
Zhou Yunfei piloted the Stuka, circling and climbing in the air, quickly reaching an altitude of three thousand meters.
Below his field of vision was a deserted open space that the Jiangnan Aircraft Manufacturing Plant had specially cleared out, where a simulated Japanese heavy armored fortress target had been set up.
"Altitude 3200 meters, wind speed normal, testing can begin!"
Zhou Yunfei reported loudly over the radio, and at the same time, he pulled the control stick sharply. The Stuka suddenly lurched downwards at an astonishing speed.
Zhou Yunfei took a deep breath and gripped the control stick tightly with both hands.
He looked at the flashing data on the instrument panel in front of him, a fanatical smile curling at the corner of his mouth:
"Hey bro, hold on tight! Let's get off!"
He shoved the control stick and simultaneously pressed the rudder.
The black Stuka drew a breathtaking arc in the air, the entire plane instantly flipped upside down, its nose pointing straight at the ground, and it plummeted wildly downwards at a nearly 80-degree vertical angle!
Two thousand five hundred meters!
Two kilometers!
With the combined effect of gravitational acceleration, the aircraft's dive speed instantly soared to its limit!
Powerful airflow rubbed wildly against the sides of the wings, passing through the two specially designed wind hazard warning devices.
"Ugh—!!!"
In an instant, an extremely sharp and piercing shriek, as if it could tear apart human eardrums and souls, suddenly exploded in the sky!
The sound was extremely shrill, unlike the noise from a machine, but more like a vengeful ghost from the deepest hell, howling and crying madly!
On the ground, the faces of the dozen or so newly recruited veteran soldiers who were watching the battle turned deathly pale the moment the piercing shriek rang out.
Several people even instinctively covered their heads, squatted down, and began to tremble uncontrollably.
The psychological shock of that sound is simply the nemesis of the human survival instinct!
"My God... that voice..."
Ge Jiangong covered his ears in pain, feeling a buzzing in his head, and his face turned extremely pale.
"If the Japanese soldiers heard this in the trenches, they'd probably wet their pants in fear before the bombs even hit!"
One thousand meters!
800 meters!
Zhou Yunfei stared intently at the increasingly larger simulated target in the sights, his thumb pressed on the bomb release button.
"put!"
He roared, and the pylon under the fuselage suddenly loosened, releasing a 500-kilogram iron-gray simulated bomb that slammed straight down to the ground with a sharp whistling sound.
Almost simultaneously with dropping the bomb, Zhou Yunfei used all his strength to pull the control stick and open the speed brakes under the wing.
"Creak!"
The aircraft, bearing immense G-forces, emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound. At an altitude of only 300 meters above the ground, it abruptly pulled up, tracing a gentle diagonal line before rising back into the sky.
"boom--!!!"
The simulated fortress on the ground was instantly engulfed in a huge fireball and thick smoke by the direct hit of the 500-kilogram bomb, with rubble and soil being thrown dozens of meters high.
Direct hit!
When the black Stuka landed smoothly on the airport grass, Zhou Yunfei almost collapsed into his seat.
His underwear was completely soaked with cold sweat, but when he pushed open the canopy and jumped off the plane, his face was filled with indescribable ecstasy.
"Miss Mo! Factory Director Ge!"
Zhou Yunfei didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead; he was so excited that he was trembling all over.
"This plane...this plane is simply a work of art! When it swooped down, I felt like I was holding the Grim Reaper's scythe!"
"Especially the howling wind, it gave me goosebumps just listening to it from the sky! On the North China Plain, the Kwantung Army's tin cans and trenches were no match for our vertical assault!"
Mo Huixin looked at him, and a rare, faint smile finally appeared on her usually icy face.
She clapped her hands lightly, turned to Ge Jiangong, and said:
"Director Ge, you've seen the test results."
"Order the workers to immediately begin full-speed mass production, without making any further adjustments, according to this standard!"
Just then, a confidential secretary rushed over from the direction of the office building, clutching a top-secret telegram in his hand, looking nervous:
"Miss Mo! An urgent telegram from the young marshal in Jinzhou!"
"The Kwantung Army's 2nd and 12th Divisions, totaling 60,000 troops, are crossing the Liao River with newly formed armored vehicle battalions, approaching the outer defenses of Jinzhou!"
"The Young Marshal orders: The First Air Force Squadron, immediately head north!"
Mo Huixin's gaze sharpened slightly, the gentleness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the coldness and decisiveness of an iron-blooded butler.
She turned around, looked at the other twenty-three black Stukas neatly lined up beside the runway undergoing final checks, and coldly gave the order:
"Captain Zhou Yunfei, did you hear the young marshal's order?"
"I heard you!" Zhou Yunfei puffed out his chest and roared loudly.
"Let's go!"
Mo Huixin waved her hand, her voice crisp and cold in the cold wind.
"Twenty-four gyrfalcons, armed with your 'Death Whistle' and heavy bombs! Take off today, fly over North China tonight, and on the day the Kwantung Army launches its attack, I want to see you in the skies over Jinzhou in the north!"
"yes!"
Zhou Yunfei gave a crisp military salute, then abruptly turned around and shouted at the pilots who had already assembled:
"Brothers! The Young Marshal is holding off 60,000 Japanese troops at the front! We, the brothers in the rear, absolutely cannot falter!"
"Get on the plane! Head north to kill the Japanese devils!!"
"Heading north to kill the Japanese devils!!"
Twenty-four young pilots, including those from the Southern National Revolutionary Government, the Beiyang warlord air force, and outstanding graduates from the Shanghai Aviation School established by Chen Zijun several years ago, roared and rushed toward their fighter planes.
"Boom—!!"
Twenty-four high-powered engines roared simultaneously with earth-shattering force.
In the cold morning wind, one after another, black Stukas roared into the sky, forming a massive, swarming formation that blotted out the sun, and towards the north, where dark clouds loomed, they let out the first long howl of death.