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"Squadron leader, are you sure you want to fly that kid? Last time ..." A pilot stared at Hardman, who was not far away and was checking his parachute buckle, and asked with a lip.

"Otherwise? You take him to fly?" The squadron leader looked at his subordinates and smiled back.

"Forget it, I heard that flying with him is really easy to scare heart disease." The pilot quickly waved his hand and said: "Senior pilots, or the squadron leader, come and take him personally."

The squadron leader smiled, and then with the help of ground crew, began to climb the latest ta-152 fighter. Ground crews on the side are checking various instrument switches on the plane.

"The radar showed that there were two enemy aircraft patrolling here. This is not normal. The Soviets have not dispatched two grouped fighters for battlefield patrol for a long time. It may be a decoy." An intelligence staff of a squadron Standing under the plane, described the battlefield situation to the squadron leader who was stuffing himself into the cockpit.

"So, all we have to do is to drive these two planes out of the airspace, and we can return home, right?" The squadron leader nodded and said, "This mission is not too difficult, it is suitable for our mission this time. Configuration. "

The fighters have the same configuration, so this time the squadron leader is actually talking about the pilots in the aircraft. With Hardman, the pilot who performed poorly for the first time on the battlefield, performing a boring eviction mission was a "suitable mission" configuration.

Hardman on the other side was already in the cabin. After closing the cockpit cover, he made a face to the squadron not far away. Hardman held out his hand, He made an exaggerated gesture, indicating that he must be able to achieve results this time.

"Black No. 1, did you hear me call? Black No. 1! Here is Red No. 1." The squadron called the wingman not far away from the phone, and Hardman's voice quickly came back: "I am Black 1." No. Squadron leader, I can hear your voice. "

"The wind is northerly, everything is normal, I am ready to take off, you keep up with me!" The squadron looked at the dashboard and said to Hardman. After he finished speaking, he connected to the tower: "Red 1 and Black 1 applied for takeoff."

There is a female air traffic controller on the tower, with a sweet voice: "Squadron leader, everything is normal, the runway is ready to take off!"

The two ta-152 fighters immediately began to taxi on the runway one after the other. With the roar of the engine and the increasing speed, the landing gear of the two fighters seemed to become lighter and lighter, gradually hydraulic rod It also began to stretch, and finally with a slight noise, the wheels of the two planes left the ground and the whole plane took off.

"Climb the height so that the ground radar can capture our position." The squadron leader retracted the landing gear, adjusted the flight attitude of the aircraft, and turned on the talker and said to Hardman: "The altitude is temporarily set at an altitude of 10,000 meters. Master the position with me. "

"Hardman understands!" Inside the wingman, the young Hardman immediately answered. He carefully controlled the plane and found that he was not so nervous for the first time, and vaguely expected a little bit about what would happen next.

Soon the ground radar station responded, and they were guided by the ground control tower towards the unidentified target that appeared. Ground guidance is simply the pilot's super long-distance eyes, which can accurately send the aircraft to where they are needed.

With radar guidance, the previously boring and aimless flight patrols in the sky have become planned interception and interception, which not only saves fuel, but also saves the fighter pilots from spending a long time on the plane. Of course, another benefit is also obvious. The German fighters can find a better and more concealed position in advance, and win an important first move for their first attack.

The two German aircraft approached the Soviet fighter, which was flying slowly, and locked their prey quietly over the two Soviet fighters. It turned out that it was two old i-16 fighters, and this kind of target was almost unbearable for the Germans.

"Red No.1, Red No.1! This is the ground tower! This is the ground tower! The radar is displayed on the side and rear of the two Soviet fighters. There are 10 faster aircraft at an altitude of about 8000 meters. You can see Are they? "There was a sudden sound from the ground tower. It seems that this was a trap dug by the Soviet troops for the Luftwaffe. The purpose is probably to lure the German aircraft to lower the altitude, and then look for opportunities to fight.

Since the Soviet Red Army ’s air power lost its air dominance on the Eastern Front, courageous Soviet pilots have used this method to lure less experienced German pilots into battle. Eight of the ten times ended in failure, but the Soviet Air Force still used this clumsy trick.

The reason is also very simple: this scam technique at least makes it possible for them to shoot down German aircraft, and if this decoy method is not used, it is likely that the Soviet Red Army pilots will have far fewer results than they do now. So this method of killing the enemy 200 and self-destructing 1000 has been used by Soviet pilots to this day.

"Are you going to attack?" Hardman heard the dialogue between the captain of the pilot's squadron and the ground tower, and asked for the enemy plane while pointing to the position indicated by the tower.

"Of course!" The squadron leader said immediately: "12 enemy planes only ... what about you? Have questions?"

"Sir! I should have no problem here." Hardman glanced at the altimeter. At this time, there was no change in the height of their two planes, and ten Soviet fighters were already visible in the azimuth provided on the radar.

"Those who are not well-behaved! Prepare to dive and attack, disrupt their formation first and then look for opportunities." While saying this, the squadron leader driving the long aircraft had begun to dive his plane, the engine roared, spray There was a light blue mist, and the ta-152 fighter suddenly entered a very extreme speed of 700 kilometers per hour, and the distance between the two sides was shortened at an extremely fast speed.

Hardman also allowed the engine to start accelerating, and then caught up with the squadron's plane. He closely followed the long plane, feeling the slight tremor of the plane at such a high speed.

"Open fire!" The commander fired a dazzling tongue as he issued an attack order. The shells of the ta-152 fighter's axis guns accurately hit a Soviet fighter. At this distance, they fired and hit the target. The squadron leader deserved to shoot down the enemy's 51 super-air combat ace.

However, there was a sudden trouble at this time, and the body of the aircraft flicked slightly, and then a light smoke came out of the engine. Hardman certainly knew what was going on, and that was a sign of a problem with the engine in the air.

"Squadron leader! I see your plane smoking! Pull up! Pull up! The enemy plane is evading, don't lower the altitude anymore." Hardman reminded his captain in the phone loudly: "Pull up the altitude ! Return to an altitude above 8000 meters! Squadron leader, can you see your dashboard? "

"I can't see clearly. The plane is full of smoke. I'm trying to level my plane. God! You're returning immediately! I may be shot down." The squadron's voice intermittently came from the headset. Obviously, his current vision is very bad, and there is no way to eliminate the engine failure of the aircraft in a short time.

Hardman was shocked. After returning to the sea, he would never have to remove his hat. He bit his teeth and said fiercely, "Long machine, try to raise your height as much as possible. I will cover you!" "

At this time, Soviet aircraft that were busy avoiding the firepower of the German fighter plane saw the problem of the German aircraft. When they first started, they thought it was a new type of weapon on the German aircraft. They did not rush to rush to death-after all, ta-152 The fierce reputation has been widely circulated on the eastern battlefield, and this time really scared these Soviet pilots.

But in the end, the Soviet pilots discovered that the German aircraft was indeed malfunctioning. They rushed up and started to approach the German fighter. At this time, I knew what the smoke of the ta-152 piloted by the squadron leader disappeared. The automatic fire extinguisher began to work, and the squadron leader again recovered his control of the aircraft.

"You are surrounded ... the squadron leader! I tore a cut from the left to you, keep your course, listen to my reminder and turn to the right!" Hardman reminded his squadron leader while letting the plane Accelerate the dive to catch up.

"..." The leaking house suffered from continuous rain. At this time, the squadron leader realized that he had just shot out the shells of the three cannons in the plane because of the smoke from the plane. Now he has completely become a bystander of this air battle. In other words, he is completely a burden now.

"Hadman! Pull the plane out of the battlefield, I will order you to go back." The squadron commander made the plane as smooth as possible, and spoke to Hardman: "This is over the Soviet control area. If we two Everyone was shot down and it was completely over! "

"So I have to take you back, squadron leader!" Hardman said to the squadron leader in a calm plane. "Just like you took me out! We must fly back together!"

As he said, he gently shook the aircraft's joystick. The aircraft responded to his operation lightly in the clouds. Hardman's immature face was covered with a solemn expression. This was his first time facing air combat The first time you face a flight that is no longer elegant.

The sky is no longer blue at this moment, but bloody. The freedom and lightness of flying seem not to exist here. Hardman whispered softly, "Let me teach you how to fly gracefully!" R1148

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