My Third Empire

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Faced with these four new British aircraft with strange attack methods, it is already tricky enough. If you come back again, it will be a bit overwhelming. As he climbed, Garland commanded his wingmen loudly: "Stare at those flying planes, and if it is an enemy plane, tell us immediately."

Garland pulled up his joystick again, squeezing his internal organs towards his back, and his back snapped against his seat. His fw-190d's liquid-cooled engine roared and began to exert its powerful power, and the whole aircraft once again raised its head and flew above the vast sky.

"My God! Captain! It was indeed our plane that flew, the fw-190 fighter, but it was not a fighter of our squadron." The voice of the wingman came from the headset, so Garland After breathing a sigh of relief, I felt very faceless-I couldn't solve the matter in my own airspace. I had to rely on others to help. What's this called?

There were not many planes coming, there were only two. They flew quickly under the clouds one after the other. Although the fuselage under them was painted in camouflage white, the ugly appearance of fw-190d can still be distinguished.

The two planes quickly joined the battle circle, and Garland had just climbed back to find his own height, and it happened that the two fighters had begun to dive. Garland turned on the intercom and chose to share the frequency band and shouted: "Be careful, they have a turret on their plane ..."

However, he suddenly discovered that the two planes began to make a wide range of movements while diving, and maintained a good formation. This sophisticated attack method caused Garland to frown involuntarily. The two German planes approached the target by diving, but instead of using high-speed straight lines to approach their opponents, they used a circle to turn the straight line into a curve, and then the curve narrowed the distance between the two sides.

The firepower of the turret on the British aircraft began to disperse. Obviously, the rotation of this turret was not an easy task, and the two German aircrafts seemed to be playing with their opponents. They even played a double while circling and diving. The rolling stunt performed by the machine at the same time.

When the distance was close to a certain range, the firepower of the British fighter was also dispersed to a very messy time, the German fighter headed suddenly cut into its own angle of attack with a continuous roll, the gun suddenly fired for two seconds, but did not Not war-fighting, like an assassin, after a blow, far away.

But the British fighter plane that he bite was not so elegant. It seemed that the terrible 13mm caliber machine gun of the German fighter plane hit it. The plane began to fall to the ground with heavy smoke. During the fall, the left side The wing of the wing burned and burst, and Garland was shocked.

And while Garland focused his attention on the long plane like an aerial dancer, another wingman also cut into the tail of the British fighter in the same way, also a fierce and short attack at close range, After destroying the target, calmly leave.

"Captain, these two planes are really powerful." The voice of the wingman came from the headset, bringing Garland back from reality in shock: "They are flying so beautifully, and they cooperate so well."

There seemed to be a feeling of heartache coming from Garland's heart, and his breathing became heavy. He has always been like the famous red baron Richterhofen in the same battle, fighting alone and thinking that his air king is the master in the blue sky.

But today he suddenly realized that he was wrong and wrong. The era of relying on personal flight technology to dominate the sky seems to be gone forever. It is now an era of tactical air combat that relies on sophisticated coordination and good technology. In the air not far away, he once dismissed the coordination tactics, so pleasing to the eye.

He began to reflect on what he had done, and began to feel that his own arbitrariness killed his wingman pilot. Once this kind of thought spreads, let him, who pretends to be the absolute ace of air combat, begin to fear and start to question his own ideas.

If, from the beginning, if he was not a solo rider who liked to fight alone, but with the cooperation of the research team, would he still be able to shoot down so many planes, and could he protect his wingman who was shot down and become him? The trump card in front of you?

At this time, the long plane continued to hover to the left, and once again pointed the nose in the direction of the remaining two British planes, and then passed provocatively over the head of the British fighter at a long distance. The turrets on the enemy planes were still fighting back violently, but it was clear that the rules had been messed up. They opened fire blindly in all directions, and the plane turned around in a panic.

Soon two German planes circled back again. They pulled the trigger calmly. The 13mm caliber machine gun on the wing fired a bullet and flew towards the British fighter with a tracer. Soon a painful struggle The British fearless fighter was hit on the wing. The aircraft was struggling to maintain its flying position with heavy smoke, but it was no longer able to do complex evasive maneuvers.

"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The cannon of the German aircraft roared again, directly destroying the fragile wing that was already full of bullet holes. The smoky wing broke, and then the entire aircraft exploded in the air, just like the same Send gorgeous fireworks.

The remaining British fighter stumbled and fled all the way, but the speed disadvantage gave it no chance to escape. The two German fighters chased one after the other and shattered the last enemy plane in one breath.

"It doesn't seem that we have anything here." Garland said with a long breath. "Go back to the ground first, and then ask the fighter forces next door, which two masters are there."

He shook the joystick of the plane sternly, and then left the airspace without looking back. His wingman did not say a word to follow him. There was no relaxing laughter on the way back. The restless silence.

"Ground tower! I'm Garland! I'm applying for landing now!" Even his favorite cigar was not smoked along the way. Garland didn't even dare to watch the cigar lighter that made him proud. Like the first flight, he carefully performed every control action, and his tone was full of pilgrimage solemnity.

"Here is the ground tower! Welcome back! Captain!" The sound of the ground command tower came from the headset. His plane landed meticulously on the airport runway. Then he stopped his plane and opened his own. Cockpit canopy.

Several ground crews came up, took his oxygen mask, and helped him jump off the plane. With both feet on the ground, Garland asked, "Which flying unit is stationed at Airport 7?"

"Captain, are you asking about the two ace pilots at airport 7? I know, one of them is called Heinz Barr, only one aircraft shot down than you, and the other is called Erich Rudolfler. , I heard that his record has surpassed you. "A ground crew member said with a smile:" I heard that they had wingmen because of the bizarre loss of many novice pilots recently, and their two partners attacked, hoping to achieve results again. . "

"We are all betting on whether they can shoot down the legendary British fearless fighter jet." Another ground crew member said after he interjected.

"No need to bet, they just shot down four fighters that I haven't seen. Judging by their appearance, they should be the strange fearless fighters." Garland sighed and said: "Call all pilots to the meeting room, Deploy the next phase of flight training, and then explain some of the enemy aircraft performance analysis I got today. "

Soon all the pilots were assembled, and the room was crowded. They surrounded Garland's blackboard and listened carefully to Garland's analysis of the attack characteristics of British fighters.

"This type of aircraft with a turret cannot attack the target directly in front of it, and the speed of the turret cannot keep up with our fighters. So hover as much as possible and switch the attack direction frequently to induce them to make mistakes." Garland pointed to the blackboard The flight path drawn above, said to his men: "In addition! The fw-190d fighter's roll ability is also very good, which can be used for local maneuvers."

"One more thing!" Garland stared at his men, and then solemnly said: "I used to look down on the wingman's cover, thinking that fighting alone is full of beauty ..."

He paused, scratched his head with his hands, and continued in a lonely way: "I'm wrong! I should be responsible for the incident where my wingman was shot down. Gentlemen, I now order you to try to maintain good communication with your wingman , Train together and get used to working with each other! This is the only magic weapon you can hold on to in the future.

"I will write a detailed combat report to General Catherine, and then do a deep inspection to express my deep apology to my wingman." Garland said with tears in his eyes, but in the end Did not let them flow down: "My speech is over! Disbanded."

"Papa!" "Papa!" Garland's current wingman pilot applauded first, and then all the pilots in the room followed the applause, and they all cheered and applauded Garland. They were completely different from when they just entered the house, and they became more admired and supported Captain Garland.

As the initiator of this interim meeting, Garland doesn't know yet. Because of his change, it created a myth of the most legendary Ace Flying Brigade of the Luftwaffe. In the future combat days, this squadron gave birth to 95 ace pilots, 27 people shot down more than 10 enemy aircraft, 4 people exceeded 50 records, and Garland himself became a well-known pilot in the Air Force. .