Spy Wars: I am the Captain of the Military Police

Chapter 756: New fighter jets for sale!?



Chapter 756: New fighter jets for sale!?

The technical and tactical skills of these pilots far exceeded those of any pilot he had ever seen. Their level of coordination and tacit understanding was incredible, as if they could predict each other's intentions and the movements of enemy aircraft.

This is the limitation of this era. Gao Zhihang didn't know that the useless and sometimes intermittent airborne radios on advanced foreign fighter jets would become mature technologies in a few years and be able to achieve real-time communication.

He would not know that the mysterious fighter planes he saw now and their incredible performance were just the product of the explosive development of aviation technology during the war, which also took only a few years.

At this time, there were too many Japanese troops in the sky, and gradually an encirclement was formed.

Gao Zhihang saw a mysterious fighter plane being attacked by three Japanese planes at the same time. Although it nimbly avoided most of the attacks, it was still hit by several bullets in the fuselage.

What surprised Gao Zhihang was that the fighter plane did not lose its combat effectiveness immediately after being hit, but continued to fight the enemy.

Suddenly, a mysterious fighter plane performed an incredible maneuver. It climbed almost vertically, turned upside down at the top, and then dived down from a high altitude, just catching up with a Japanese plane that was attacking its teammates.

After a short burst of gunfire, the Japanese plane fell, trailing black smoke.

"This tactic..." Gao Zhihang muttered to himself. He had never thought that an airplane could be flown like this. This kind of overload should be far beyond the limit of human endurance!

Despite the excellent performance of the mysterious fighters, the Japanese army gradually compressed their space for activities by relying on their numerical advantage.

Gao Zhihang was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

His Hawk III was losing altitude and he had to find a place to make an emergency landing as soon as possible.

At this moment, eight mysterious fighter jets suddenly changed their tactics.

They no longer fought with the Japanese army, but suddenly climbed to an extremely high altitude collectively, then flew to the east at an astonishing speed, disappearing on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

The Japanese pilot was obviously confused by this sudden high-speed retreat, and was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered to pursue.

But the mysterious fighter plane was much faster than them and soon disappeared in the clouds.

Gao Zhihang took advantage of this opportunity and finally forced the injured Hawk III to land on a river beach.

The plane finally stopped after gliding for more than a hundred meters in turbulence. Gao Zhihang struggled to climb out of the cockpit and collapsed on the river bank.

In the distant sky, the Japanese aircraft group lost their target and it was too late to chase the bombers of the Chinese Air Force, so they could only return in disappointment.

Gao Zhihang looked at the direction where the mysterious fighter plane disappeared, his mind full of questions.

What were those planes? Who was flying them? Why would they help themselves and then suddenly leave?

Could it be those foreigners in the Shanghai Concession? Are these the new fighter planes they brought to China to sell?

He looked down at his damaged fighter plane, then looked up at his comrades retreating in the distance.

Thanks to the intervention of these mysterious aircraft, most of the teammates were able to survive and retreat.

Gao Zhihang took out a yellowed photo from the inner pocket of his flight suit. It was a photo of his hometown in Northeast China, which he had left six years ago and never been able to return to.

He gently stroked the photo and whispered to himself, "Whoever you are, thank you."

There were searching shouts coming from afar. It was the Chinese soldiers looking for the pilot who had crashed.

Gao Zhihang struggled to stand up and walked towards the source of the sound.

The sky was still blue, as if the earth-shattering air battle had never happened.

But Gao Zhihang knew that something had changed. The appearance of those mysterious fighter planes was like a beacon that suddenly lit up on the dark road of the War of Resistance. Although no one knew where it came from, it gave people a glimmer of hope.

Maybe one day, China will have such an aircraft and such a pilot, Gao Zhihang thought, and his steps became firmer.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

In Tianjin, Zhou Zhengqing sat back in his chair.

A system prompt popped up in front of me.

[Repayment Mission Completion Assessment: Songhu Air Combat Rescue Operation]

[Rescue Target: Chinese Air Force Bomber Formation]

[Dispatched formation: 3 P-51C "Red Tail" fighter squadrons, totaling 24 aircraft)]

[Battle results: 36 Japanese fighter planes shot down, 8 damaged]

[Chinese Air Force survived: 26 fighters, 13 bombers]

[Task completion rate: 62% (D-level evaluation)]

Zhou Zhengqing frowned slightly. It was only a D-level rating, which meant that the merit point reward would be greatly reduced.

Detailed merit point settlement information will pop up on the system interface:

[Basic Mission Reward: 30,000 Merit Points]

[Evaluation level bonus: -40% (D-level evaluation)]

[Actual Gain: 18,000 Merit Points]

[Debt repayment: 20,000 Merit Points (owed for Baoshan rescue mission)]

[Current debt: +2,000 Merit Points]

[Team rental fee: -5,000 merit points (3 P-51C formations, 45 minutes of combat time)]

[Final balance: 7,000 Merit Points]

[Due to accumulated debt, interest will be added: 70 points per day.]

[The next repayment task is being generated, please check back later]

"No loan shark is as cruel as you! I've been working so hard for so long but still haven't paid off the debt, and you're still charging interest!!!" Zhou Zhengqing couldn't help cursing in his mind.

The system responded with a cold prompt tone: Host, please note that the services provided by the system are all clearly priced. Leasing advanced combat units itself requires paying a corresponding price. Do you want to view the detailed price list?

"No need." Zhou Zhengqing sighed, "You have the final say anyway, and I don't have many years left to live.

Let's see if I can live long enough to accumulate enough merit points for you to send me back!"

It turns out that sending Zhou Zhengqing back to the modern era after the system restarts also requires energy. Although the system didn't directly specify how many merit points were required, Zhou Zhengqing felt that the amount must be quite a large sum. The reason they didn't specify it was probably because they didn't want to discourage themselves...

"BOSS, the mission is completed, shall we start the guidance work?" Makarov asked from the side.

What Makarov called "guidance" was actually using the limited resources provided by the system to create false evidence and misleading information. This also required the consumption of merit points, but was much cheaper than directly leasing combat units.

Zhou Zhengqing rubbed his temples and said, "Let's get started."

Immediately afterwards, as Zhou Zhengqing received another reminder that the amount of debt owed had increased by one thousand, Makarov also completed the finishing work.

"Everything has been arranged, Boss." Makarov lowered his voice and said, "The bodies of the three Japanese pilots have been found in a suitable location and will be discovered tomorrow.

They will have full Army Air Force identification markings, confirming they were crashed in today's dogfight."

Zhou Zhengqing nodded with satisfaction.

This is part of the system's mission to provide "reasonable explanations" for those mysterious fighters.

The system leaves no physical evidence, but requires him to create some cover-ups to explain why some planes crashed but no wreckage was found.


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