Air Force Base, Hanoi, Vietnam.

There was a busy scene in the base, with twenty-five planes all parked on the runway, and ground crews and maintenance personnel were conducting pre-flight inspections.

In the conference room, Jiang Hao held a conference, with more than 80 American pilots and 150 overseas Chinese students all on the list.

Jiang Hao stood on the stage and said, "Col. Cameron is fully responsible for the base. After all the fighter jets are assembled, they will be gradually transferred to China. I will take Major Lucas' first squadron to the next stage."

Jiang Hao's "Silver Dragon" team has been formed. Captain Cameron is responsible for the command of the base and ground, four fighter squadrons, Captain Lucas, Captain No. 2 Steven, Captain No. 3 Disney, Captain No. 4 Woody Allen.

Bomber squadron captain John Ford.

"I can only bring in very little supplies this time. I hope you will complete your own squadron as soon as possible and go over and meet with me as soon as possible. Remember my promise. For every shot down a fighter jet, the bonus is 500 US dollars. How much money can be made depends on your efforts."

Speaking of this, Jiang Hao's eyes swept to all the pilots, "Of course, if someone is afraid of fighting, quit now and switch to other departments to work. I will never blame you. However, as long as you go to the battlefield, you are not allowed to be afraid. You have to fight hard. I don't want your cowardice to affect the strength of the entire team."

At the end of the conference, Jiang Hao took the first squadron to board the fighter plane.

The first squadron is full of foreign pilots and experienced experts. Although overseas Chinese pilots can now fly fighter jets independently, their level is still different.

After getting dressed, Jiang Hao got on his car, put on an oxygen mask, and the ground crew gave Jiang Hao a thumbs up.

The propeller started, and the planes rushed into the sky one by one and flew towards the Shancheng. From Hanoi to Chongqing, the straight line distance was about 1,200 kilometers. The original wild horse's range was long, and it was fine to run 2,600 kilometers in one way, and the combat radius was 1,200 kilometers. It was completely possible to fly to the Shancheng at one time.

In order to avoid being ambushed by the Japanese, Shancheng did not know the specific departure time of Jiang Hao, and Jiang Hao did not notify Shancheng either.

Just when Jiang Hao and his friends were still 80 kilometers away from the mountain city, they turned on the radio and started contacting the mountain city.

"In the mountain city, I am the Silver Dragon Battle. We will arrive in 20 minutes. Which airport can we land at?" Jiang Hao said with a throat telephone.

"What, you are here. Now the Japanese bombers have just arrived and are bombing in the city." An anxious voice came from the radio station.

Jiang Hao immediately felt nervous when he heard this and said, "I understand, we are going to participate in the battle directly."

Close the call, Jiang Hao opened the internal call channel and said in English, "Guys, we are about to have a fight. The Japanese bombers are throwing bombs in the city ahead. I want to kill them."

Lucas' voice came from the communicator, "Boss, how many planes do they have."

"About 20 bombers and about 30 fighters," Jiang Hao said.

"Ah, it's a piece of fat. Boss, if we eat them all, you will have to pay a big bonus." Lucas said excitedly.

"Isn't it just 25,000 US dollars? Your boss's pocket is very thick. It depends on whether you have the ability to get the bonus from me." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

Lucas shouted: "Guys, the boss is going to give us a bonus, do you want it?"

"Yes, of course."

"I came here just for the bonus."

"I have to contract 5 aircraft by myself, so no one can compete with me."

The communicator suddenly became lively.

"Okay, guys, hurry up, don't let the meat in the bowl run away, then you won't be able to eat anything." Jiang Hao said, pushing down the accelerator and starting to speed up the plane.

The Japanese aircraft group was leisurely throwing bombs over the mountain city. They had no specific targets. The military command was to bomb freely. Japanese bombers randomly found suitable targets to drop the bombs. Looking at the flames exploding below, they all felt relieved.

"This kind of action is really pleasant. The Chinese no longer have air force. Now the whole sky belongs to us." A bomber pilot said relaxedly.

The Japanese escort formation was flying around, looking a little bored. A squadron leader suggested, "It's better for us to join the battle as well. Use machine guns to strafuse the ground. I think it feels good."

Another squadron leader smiled and said, "I like your proposal very much, but we cannot act without authorization in violation of military orders."

Just as they were chatting, a group of aircraft suddenly rushed out of the clouds at high altitude. The Japanese were startled, "With enemy aircraft, pay attention."

"What kind of plane is this? I've never seen it before."

"They are moving so fast and ready to fight."

The Silver Dragon Team suddenly appeared on the battlefield, which scared the Japanese. 25 fighter jets roared and rushed towards the Japanese fleet. Without a trace of hesitation, Jiang Hao took the lead.

"Da da da da da da da da da"

As soon as the two sides approached and reached the range of machine gun shooting, Jiang Hao took the lead in firing. Six heavy machine guns opened fire on a Japanese fighter plane and bullets shot like raindrops.

Jiang Hao's shooting ability was fully opened, and the bullets were like rain and waterfalls, sweeping the fuselage of the Japanese fighter jet. The Japanese fighter jet was famously thin and crisp. Several huge bullets passed through the fuselage and penetrated the body of a Japanese pilot. The pilot hung up without having time to scream.

Several more bullets hit the position of the Japanese fighter fuel tank.

"boom!"

This Type 97 fighter jet with a plaster flag exploded in the air.

"Swoosh"

Jiang Hao pulled the rod and his Mustang fighter flew over the exploded plane and rushed towards another fighter.

"You guys, you can't let the boss rob them all, that's our bonus."

"Da da da da da da da da da da da~"

The group of Mustangs following Jiang Hao began to rage over Japanese fighter jets. At this time, the main models of Japanese fighter jets were Type 96 and Type 97. Whether in terms of speed, flexibility, or combat capability, they were much worse than Mustang fighter jets.

Even if some fighters find the right angle and want to fire at Mustang fighters, the Mustang fighter can avoid the locking of the enemy plane by tilting their heads and turning around. This makes the Japanese very upset.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Japanese fighter planes were shot down.

"Woooooooooooooo~"

An airplane landed towards the Yangtze River with rolling smoke, and then plunged into the rolling river water, but there was no trace in an instant.

Countless citizens in the mountain city witnessed this huge air battle. This was the first time they saw that the Japanese planes were bombarded by one after another like chopping melons and vegetables. It was so satisfying.

Someone rushed into the air-raid shelter and shouted to the people inside, "Come and see, our air force is killing Japanese devils in the sky. More than a dozen planes have been shot down, and there are fire in the sky."

"How is that possible? Didn't our air force be gone?" someone said in disbelief.

"Who knows where the plane came from? I have never seen it before. It is a silver-bright silver-bright silver-bright one, and it is very beautiful and it flies very fast. The Japanese planes are no match for them at all. If you don't look at them, the Japanese will be killed."

"So, then I'll go and have a look."

Countless citizens ran out of the air-raid shelter and stood on the street and looked up.

In the sky,

Silver eagles roared past, and the sunset shone with dazzling light, like lightning bolts. They spit out flames and tore apart Japanese plaster fighter jets. From time to time, big fireballs rose in the sky, which were even brighter than fireworks.

"Okay, okay, the Japanese planes were blown up well."

On the street, countless people in the mountain city were excited to see it, and they kept cheering and applauding below.

The Japanese fighter planes rage over their heads for too long, countless relatives were killed, and their homes were bombed into ruins. Their hatred for the Japanese was finally vented at this moment.

"Good fight!"

at this time,

The Chairman of the Standing Committee, a group of senior government officials and military leaders also received a notice to come out of the air raid shelter and look up at the battle in the sky.

Seeing the Japanese fighter planes being shot down, they felt so happy.

"Okay, good fight, Chairman, which air force is this? Why didn't you know before?" someone asked.

Chang Kaishen looked up at the sky, and was also excited. It would be great if this air force really belonged to him. No, he would have more. If not, it would be a air force that could compete with the Japanese.

"If I guess correctly, this should be Jiang Hao's team."

"Jiang Hao? Who is Jiang Hao?"

Someone asked in surprise.

Afterwards, countless people knew the name Jiang Hao.

In just twenty minutes, Jiang Hao and his team wiped out most of the Japanese fighter jets.

At this moment, the Japanese bomber group felt the crisis, and the squadron leader immediately ordered a return. More than twenty bombers turned around and ran away, and only seven or eight Japanese fighter planes followed and retreated.

How could Jiang Hao let go of such a good opportunity?

"Lucas, report the loss." Jiang Hao asked.

"Boss, only two fighter planes were slightly injured and bitten by Japanese bullets, but it was not a big deal and would not affect the battle." Lucas said.

"Very good, guys, there is only a team of bombers left in the enemy. What do you think you should do?" Jiang Hao asked with a smile.

"Photosed down, must be shot down." Someone shouted.

"Guys, hurry up and catch up. Today, we must shoot down all this damn thing. Let's fight for your bonus." Jiang Hao shouted to the phone.

"For the bonus, fight!!!"

"For the bonus, fight!!!"

The Mustang fighter jet suddenly accelerated and chased towards the fleeing Japanese aircraft group.

"You can't run away!" Jiang Hao said gritting his teeth.

The Japanese Type 97 fighter's ultimate speed is 460 kilometers per hour, and their bomber's ultimate speed is only 320 kilometers per hour, while the Mustang fighter's ultimate speed reaches 700 kilometers per hour.

"I will let you catch up with you for 200 miles!"—
Chapter completed!