One Hundred and Twenty-Five Eagle Battle

The wind blew across the broad lawn and brought up a few broken grass poles, bringing the coolness of autumn to the people here. [First launch] This is an airstrip, where 7 new Luftwaffe fighter jets that have just been deployed are stationed. The planes belonged to the German 1st Air Wing, which competed for air supremacy over the nearby battlefield.

The pilots know that the fighter is code-named Eagle, and they all know from the training manuals and instructors that the military code-name of this aircraft is me-109 fighter. This aircraft has just appeared on the Spanish battlefield, and has achieved an excellent record of shooting down 7 enemy aircraft without any damage to itself.

Due to the limitation of fuel capacity, the pilots who participated in the Spanish air battle did not fly more than two hours each time, so the pilots of the German First Air Force who participated in the Spanish Civil War flew an average of three times a day. This also required the rapid efforts of aircraft technicians to repair, refuel, and reload the aircraft.

Most of the Luftwaffe ground mechanics who came to Spain are very familiar with the me-109 aircraft, because these aircraft were dismantled and shipped to Spain in containers of the Hercules-class transport ship. They are assembled again.

In their spare time, these ground crews and pilots get together to improve their planes, experimenting with new gadgets, such as incendiary bombs converted from external fuel tanks—they strap small fragments to the external fuel tanks on the plane Bombs, which can be used as an incendiary bomb after being jettisoned. When landing, the bomb exploded and detonated the residual oil in the external fuel tank, and the gasoline exploded with fire, which was very useful.

Of course, the pilots privately have a lot of respect for their ground crew. They had their own form of friendship: when those pilots shot down an enemy plane, they could pick up a case of German Munich beer from headquarters. The pilots would immediately take the beer to share with the familiar ground crew who kept them flying.

A German technician raised his head and looked at the still bright and dazzling sun in the sky, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put down his rolled up sleeves: "Damn it! It's autumn, it's really cold. ."

Not far above his head, a German second lieutenant in a leather jacket stuck his head out of the cockpit of the plane and asked the technician who was fiddling with the parts on the plane in front: "I feel that the shell is deflected to the right as a whole. Some, need to be re-calibrated, about, about a few millimeters, right?"

"No problem, wait for me to calibrate a little bit, it's very simple, just screw a few screws! By the way, didn't you say let the Spanish pilot go last time? Why did you fly yourself?" Adjusting the bolts, while chatting.

"Isn't this itchy, look at my dear..." The pilot pointed to the place where three spades were drawn on the fuselage directly under the canopy of the plane's cockpit and said, "I shot down three planes. The pilot of the enemy plane, you said that if I shoot two more planes,

Is it possible to go back and be promoted to lieutenant? "

"Hey hey. Come on, just brag! How can it be so easy to be an ace pilot?" The old technician smiled and said, "If you can shoot down two planes next time, I'll invite you to the bar in town. drink beer!"

"Don't say it! In the air battle a few days ago, the other party obviously understood the "performance" of the aircraft better, and they used the low altitude to circle and fight with us. We didn't take much advantage! If it weren't for our 109's speed, I almost suffered a big loss!" The pilot second lieutenant clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "But obviously our aircraft's "performance" is stronger, and we still won in the end."

"In order to train you, we have sent a lot of good technologies to those Soviet idiots! Although some technical directions are indeed not correct, we can still design very tricky things!" The old technician nodded and said: "Führer His biggest trump card is actually your talents. Don't let him down!"

"What do you call talented people? It's like you're not talented! I heard that Colonel Dick of the Second Air Force asked you a few times, but they were all scolded by General Catherine." The pilot patted the plane. Shell, smiled and said: "I heard that you tapped the tire with a wrench, and you know which oil pipe is leaking! Is it true?"

"Where did you hear these bragging nonsense?" The old technician smiled and closed the cabin door on the plane, then pointed to the circled wooden board in the distance where the nose of the plane was aimed: "Fight. "Shoot" at two points, try it!"

"Okay! Wait!" The pilot retracted his head into the cockpit, facing the wooden board in the scope, and gently pulled the trigger. "Sudden! Sudden! Sudden!" The fuselage, which was lifted flat by the jack and the equipment, trembled a few times, then stopped, and a whiff of white smoke appeared from the muzzle of the machine gun in front. The wooden target not far away has been beaten into a pile of debris.

"Perfect! If you had debugged this plane a few days ago, I would be an ace pilot now!" The second lieutenant stuck his head out of the cabin again, and praised the old technician who was covering his ears: "God! Great debugging! I want to thank you for my baby!"

Before you know it, the second lieutenant has changed the title of the old technician to you. It seems that you have a reliable technology and can gain the trust of your companions wherever you go.

"What did you say?" the old technician asked loudly, covering his ears.

"I said, I thank you for my baby!" The second lieutenant repeated it loudly with a smile: "Let the Spanish rookie rest for another day today, and I will fly the plane myself again! I want you to treat me to a beer tonight. !"

In the distance, a ground staff ran over with a document: "Varna! The order above, we are going to take off two planes here to patrol the nearby sky, the ground troops are about to launch an attack, and the enemy may take off. Air Force Interference."

"Put the plane down! Fill up the fuel! Move faster!" The old technician said while fiddling with the wrench as he walked back: "This one and the other over there can be used directly! They are all in good condition!"

"Attention ground crew! Refuel the two planes! Hurry up!" a ground crew shouted loudly: "Twenty minutes to take off! Clear the runway! Hurry up!"

Ten minutes later, two me-109 fighter jets were already aligned with the airstrip: "Conning tower! This is fighter jet 79! Pilot Varna Modeles! I'm ready to take off now!"

His wingman also radioed the conning tower: "Conning tower! This is fighter jet 53! Pilot Reinhard Seiler, I'm ready to take off now!"

The propellers of the two planes gradually turned faster and faster and eventually became unclear. They moved slowly and were also getting faster and faster. After adjusting the direction, the two planes rushed to the end of the airport runway one after the other, and vacated at a distance of tens of meters from the end.

"Leader! Captain! I'm wingman Seiler! Our current direction is due east, and we will enter the fighting airspace in ten minutes." The wingman's call came from the radio.

Varner looked at the dashboard in front and replied, "Cele, climb up, we'll go above the clouds, at this height we'll be spotted by the enemy first!"

After a brief exchange, the two me-109s began to climb with their light postures, and soon they were close to the height of the clouds. They adjusted the flight distance slightly, and then rushed into the white clouds and disappeared into the blue sky. .

"This is Tower No. 1! This is Tower No. 1! Call the fighter pilot No. 79!" After approaching the battlefield, the voice of the rear tower came from the headset: "Just received a report from the front line, your airspace has two An old biplane Soviet aircraft is attacking the ground targets of the National Army, and you need to go to expel it."

"This is fighter jet 79! Varner understands! Seiler and I will go over and take a look!" After Varner replied to the tower, he immediately gave instructions to his wingman: "Saylor! Let's descend! Go under the clouds and observe carefully. The situation around! Then wait for my order to do the next move."

"Seiler understands! Captain! I'm descending!" Sailor's response came through the earphones.

"Fly sideways with me! Find the positions of the two Soviet planes!" Varner drove the plane to lower the altitude while circling the fuselage sideways, hoping to get the basic situation below.

"Captain! I found those two planes!" Sailor, the wingman, shouted loudly in the intercom: "At nine o'clock, diagonally downward at nine o'clock!"

"You attack! I'll cover you! Leave immediately after the attack, don't get entangled at low altitudes! Be careful with ground enemy weapons!" Varner adjusted his flight posture, and then issued an attack order.

"Seiler understands!" After all, the wingman didn't have much actual combat experience. Hearing that the lead pilot gave the credit to himself, he immediately shouted excitedly and drove the plane into a dive. Varner watched the wingman begin to dive, and he followed suit and made a slight dive, lowering some heights as a cover for the wingman.

However, when he made such a dive, he just saw out of the corner of the eye that there were four small black dots in the distance that were rapidly approaching.

"Seller! Pull up! The plane below is a bait! Adjust the altitude! We are fooled!" Varner re-adjusted the angle of the plane, while loudly reminding his wingman: "Pull up! Pull up! Hide into the clouds. !quick!"

"Leader! I'm pulling up! It's too fast! The plane's response is a little slow! Oh my god! I saw them! Right at my twelve o'clock!" The wingman dived a long way before leveling off In the flying attitude, Seiler is working hard to raise his height, hoping to successfully escape to a safe height before being bitten.

"Seiler! Be careful! They're firing!" Varner reminded loudly: "Circling and pulling up! Quick!"

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