Two Hundred and Seventy Five Aces

Facing these 4 new British aircraft with weird attack methods is already tricky enough, if there are more, it will be a bit overwhelming. So Garland ordered his wingmen loudly while climbing: "Keep an eye on the planes flying over. If they are enemy planes, tell us immediately."

Garland pulled his joystick again, squeezing his guts against his back, which slammed against his seat. The liquid-cooled engine of his fw-190d roared and began to exert its powerful power, and the whole plane once again raised its head and flew towards the vast and boundless sky.

"My God! Captain! It is indeed our plane flying over, the FW-190 fighter jet flying over, but it is not a fighter jet from our squadron." The voice of the wingman came from the earphones, making Garland After letting out a sigh of relief, I felt very shameless—I couldn't solve the problem in my own airspace, and I had to rely on others to help. What kind of thing is that?

There were not many planes coming, only two of them flew over quickly under the clouds one after the other. Although the fuselages below them were all painted in camouflage white, the ugly appearance of the fw-190d could still be distinguished.

The two planes quickly joined the battle circle, and Garland had just climbed to regain his height when he saw the two fighters begin to dive. Garland switched on the intercom and chose the shared frequency band and shouted, "Be careful, there are turrets on their plane..."

However, he suddenly discovered that the two planes began to dive while making large-scale circles, and maintained a good formation. This sophisticated attack method made Garland frown involuntarily. The two German planes approached the target by diving, but they did not use high-speed straight lines to approach their opponents. Instead, they used circles to turn the straight line into a curve, and then the curve shortened the distance between the two sides.

The turret firepower on the British plane began to disperse. It is obvious that the rotation of the turret is not an easy task, but the two German planes seemed to be playing with their opponents. The rolling stunt performed by the machine at the same time.

When the distance was close to a certain range and the firepower of the British fighter jets was dispersed to a very messy level, the German fighter jets suddenly cut into their attack angle with a continuous roll, and the machine guns fired suddenly for two seconds, but did not Not interested in fighting, like an assassin, after one blow, he can flee thousands of miles away.

However, the British fighter he bit was not so graceful. It seems that the terrible 13mm machine gun of the German fighter hit it. The aircraft began to plummet to the ground with thick smoke. The wing of the wing burned and broke, and Garland was terrified when he saw it.

And just when Garland was focusing on the lead plane that looked like a dancer in the air, another wingman also used the same method to cut into the tail of the British fighter jet. It was also a fierce and short-range attack at close range. Leave calmly after destroying the target.

"team leader,

These two planes are awesome. "The voice of the wingman came from the earphones, pulling Garland back from the shock to reality: "They flew beautifully, and they cooperated really 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 Richthofen in the first battle, fighting alone, thinking that he is the king of the air and the master of the blue sky.

But today he suddenly realized that he was wrong, and he was wrong. The era of relying on personal flying skills to dominate the sky seems to be gone forever. Now is the era of tactical air combat relying on the combination of precise coordination and good technology. Not far away in the air, his once dismissive cooperation tactics are so pleasing to the eye.

He began to reflect on what he had done and began to feel that his own dictatorship had killed his wingman. Once this kind of thinking spread, he, the self-proclaimed absolute ace of air combat, began to be afraid and began to question his own thoughts.

If, if I wasn't a lone ranger who likes to fight alone from the beginning, but studied teamwork, would I still be able to shoot down so many planes, and would I be able to protect my downed wingman so that he could also become a fighter? The ace soaring in the sky in front of him?

At this time, the lead plane continued to circle to the left, once again aimed its nose in the direction of the remaining two British planes, and then passed over the head of the British fighter plane provocatively at a long distance. The turrets on the enemy plane were still fighting back fiercely, but obviously the rules were messed up. They fired blindly in all directions, and the plane turned around in a panic.

Soon the two German planes circled back again. They pulled the triggers calmly. The 13mm machine guns on the wings ejected bullets and flew towards the British fighter with tracer bullets. Soon one plane struggled painfully. The British Dreadnought fighter jet was hit on the wing. The plane struggled to maintain a flying posture with thick smoke, but it was unable to perform complex evasive actions.

"Thu! Tuk!" The German plane's cannon roared again, directly destroying the fragile wing that was already full of bullet holes. The wing that was already smoking was broken, and then the entire plane exploded in the air, like a Send gorgeous fireworks.

The remaining British fighter staggered away, but the disadvantage of speed made it impossible to escape. Two German fighter jets chased up one after the other, smashing the last enemy plane to pieces in one breath.

"It seems that we don't have anything to do here." Garland said with a long breath: "Go back to the ground first, and then ask the fighter force next door, which two masters are they?"

He shook the control stick of the plane resentfully, and then left the airspace without looking back. His wingman followed him without saying a word. Man irritated silence.

"Ground tower! I'm Garland! I'm applying to land now!" He didn't even smoke his favorite cigar, and Garland didn't even dare to look at the cigar lighter that made him so proud. As if he was flying for the first time, he carefully made every control action to the best, and his tone was full of solemnity like a pilgrimage.

"This is the ground tower! Welcome back! Captain!" The voice of the ground command tower came from the headset, and his plane landed on the airport runway meticulously. Then he stopped his plane, and then opened his cockpit canopy.

Several ground crew members came up, took his oxygen mask, and helped him jump off the plane. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Garland asked, "Which flying force is stationed at Airport No. 7?"

"Captain, are you asking about the two ace pilots at Airport No. 7? I know, one of them is Heinz Barr, who only shot down one plane less than you, and the other is Erich Rudolfler." , I heard that his record has surpassed yours." A ground crew member said with a smile: "I heard that they originally had wingmen, because they have lost a lot of novice pilots recently, and the two of them attack together, hoping to achieve another victory .”

"We're all betting that they can shoot down that fabled British dreadnought," another ground crew member chimed in.

"Don't bet, they just shot down 4 fighter jets that I haven't seen before. Judging from the appearance, they should be that kind of strange fearless fighter jets." Garland sighed and said, "All the pilots are called to the conference room for a meeting. Deploy the next phase of flight training, and then explain some enemy aircraft performance analysis I got today."

Soon all the pilots were assembled, and the room was full. They gathered in front of Garland's blackboard and listened carefully to Garland's analysis of the attack characteristics of British fighter jets.

"This kind of aircraft with a turret can't attack the target in front of it, and the rotation speed of the turret can't keep up with our fighter jets. So try to circle as much as possible and switch attack directions frequently to trick them into making mistakes." Garland pointed at the blackboard The flight line drawn above said to his subordinates: "In addition! The rolling ability of the fw-190d fighter jet is also very good, and it can be used for local maneuvering."

"There is one more thing!" Garland stared at his subordinates, and then said solemnly: "I used to look down on the cover role of wingmen, and thought that air combat alone was full of beauty..."

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

"I will write a detailed combat report to General Catherine, and then do a deep inspection to express my deep apologies to my wingman." Garland had tears in his eyes when he spoke, but in the end Without letting them flow: "My speech is over! Disband."

"Crack!" "Crack!" First, Garland's current wingman applauded, and then all the pilots in the room applauded. They all applauded and cheered Garland. They were completely different from when they first walked into the house, and they became more admired and supported their captain Garland.

As the initiator of this temporary meeting, Garland still doesn't know. Because of his changes, a myth of the Luftwaffe's most legendary ace flying brigade was created. In the future combat days, 95 ace pilots were born in this squadron, 27 of them shot down more than 10 enemy planes, and 4 of them surpassed 50 records. Garland himself became a well-known pilot in the Air Force. .

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