Zeng Nianqiao is under a lot of pressure at this moment.

Although Mustang fighter performance is extremely superior, good horses are also afraid of being ridden by everyone!

One to four…

It’s not bad at all, after all, three of these four Japanese aircraft are reconnaissance aircraft with weak combat power.

But after fighting for so long, the fighter planes are in poor condition.

Zeng Nianqiao could clearly feel the fuselage vibrating.

Now I can only hold on.

"If it's really impossible... then you can only choose to hit the Japanese Nakajima Iron-style "Falcon" fighter jet..."

"As long as the last fighter of the Japanese, the Japanese reconnaissance planes are no longer able to splash."

"Commander...Captain..."

"I hope there is a next life..."

"I missed Qiao in the next life and became your soldier!"

Zeng Nian Qiao's heart is ashamed...

The decision has been made up at this moment.

Buzzing...

Flashes of vibration sounded.

Immediately... a huge behemoth appeared within Zeng Nianqiao's perspective.

"This...isn't this our ju-88 Junker bomber?"

"After the captain's emergency landing, he drove the ju-88 Junker bomber to help me?"

This thought flashed through Zeng Nianqiao's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he was eliminated.

After the forced landing, it is almost impossible to recover and take off the bomber with the bomber in the air again.

Bang bang bang bang...

After the ju-88 Junker bomber was launched, there was nothing else fancy, just doing it!

The ju-88 Junker bomber equipped with 2 13mm heavy machine guns and 3 7.9mm light machine guns actually has no bad firepower.

It just seems a bit bulky in the air.

After all, this thing is not a fighter, but a bomber.

But providing firepower for fierce shooting is not a big problem.

The sudden ju-88 Junker bomber made the Japanese pilots a little confused...

I didn't react much for a while.

Fang Yu directly caught a Japanese reconnaissance plane and began to output firepower frantically...

Buzzing...

The Japanese reconnaissance plane flipped in the air several times and then landed rapidly.

Another Japanese plane was killed.

There are three left...

Fang Yu's speed is constantly...

Taking this opportunity, he once again directly attacked a Japanese reconnaissance plane.

When Fang Yu was fighting with this Japanese reconnaissance plane, other Japanese reconnaissance planes and fighter planes did not dare to shoot indiscriminately at this moment.

This can easily hurt one's own people...

Fang Yu ignored him and kept operating his hands...

Firepower is always fully opened!

There is only one purpose now!

That is to kill these Japanese pilots!

If you can do the more you can, you will die more!

"Save me!"

"Save me!"

"Squadron Captain!"

“My fuel tank…exploded…”

“No oil…”

In the second type of reconnaissance aircraft of the Japanese No. 071 d4y1-c, the Japanese pilot couldn't help but shout.

But it's too late to say anything now...

The squadron leader of the Japanese Flight Squadron, who was flying the last Nakajima Iron Falcon "Falcon" fighter, was actually the only one left incompetent and furious.

The mentality has collapsed.

What else to say?

It feels like... nothing can be said.

"Bageya Road!"

"Why did another bomber come!"

"Baga!"

"Even bombers are involved in air combat!"

"How many trump cards does this mysterious force have?"

"We twelve planes arrive together..."

"Now there are only two left..."

"A d4y1-c Type 2 reconnaissance aircraft..."

"A Nakajima I-type Falcon fighter..."

"what to do……"

"I have to live...live..."

"Return!"

"If you continue to fight... the aviation fuel is finished..."

"At that time we will become lost lambs - a dead end!"

"Miyamoto-kun!"

"We both have to go back one!"

"Report the information here to the headquarters!"

"This mysterious unit is so terrible!"

"They will definitely become the empire's biggest trouble!"

"Miyamoto! Stay here to intercept them. The d4y1-c second reconnaissance aircraft you are driving is not as fast as my Nakajima Iron Falcon fighter..."

"So the chance of your escape is too small."

"Let me escape!"

"Miyamoto! For the great cause of the empire, you must have a dedication spirit!"

The squadron leader of the Japanese Flight Squadron, Uchida Kiri couldn't help but start talking.

Miyamoto Dazo, a Japanese pilot who was flying a d4y1-c Type 2 reconnaissance plane, was full of question marks.

this?

What is the operation?

Is it true that a fellow Taoist dies?

For the great cause of the empire, we must have a spirit of dedication?

Then why don’t you contribute?

Miyamoto Dazo, a Japanese pilot who was flying the D4y1-C Type 2 reconnaissance plane, began to accelerate and escape...

At the same time, start replying.

"Captain Uchida, I am flying a reconnaissance aircraft, and I can detect more enemy intelligence. If I can return alive in a reconnaissance aircraft, I will be able to show the original appearance of this mysterious force to the commander to the greatest extent!
To be continued...