Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight Kings Against Kings

Hunter is an old pilot with rich combat experience. He once drove an old-fashioned fighter jet in Belgium and shot down a German latest model F. Because of this battle, he was transferred back to China and became the pilot of the me-improved fighter of the ace fighter unit. . Later, this unit was also transferred to France due to the difficult situation of the war, and Hunter also achieved his first and third victories.

He shot down two F's and one Stuka dive bomber. This is already a rare anomaly in the Royal Air Force, which is already in short supply of pilots, so Hunter was promoted again, and was transferred back to China for the second time to become a major flight instructor of the Royal Air Force.

Afterwards, Germany began to bomb the United Kingdom, and Hunter attacked again. In a few days of air battles, he achieved an excellent record of shooting down two -217 bombers, and became one of the few fighter ace pilots in the Royal Air Force in one fell swoop. Then his flying car was changed from me- to a domestic fighter Hurricane produced in the UK.

As a rare ace pilot in British air defense operations, his Hurricane fighter has even undergone some modifications, replacing the 7.7 mm caliber machine gun that was useless against bombers with a dreaded 20 mm caliber machine gun. But this also reduced the maneuverability of his Hurricane fighter, making it not as flexible as other Hurricane fighters.

This time he brought his wingman to call for battle, which was also a helpless move by the British side due to the lack of fighter pilots. However, Hunter didn't take it seriously. He felt that the Luftwaffe pilots only relied on advanced aircraft to be fierce for a while, and the Royal Air Force, which was replaced with Hurricane fighter jets, had already filled the gap with the opponent, and the two sides could fight fairly.

However, he didn't know that the original British aircraft production line was destroyed by German bombing, and the production of Hurricane fighter jets could not keep up with the losses. Now the British mainland can only barely have Hurricane fighter jets. 70, but every time Germany invests in an attack fleet, there are as many combat aircraft on board.

In France, the Luftwaffe has 1,500 fighter jets, and more than 700 -217 and butcher bombers, while the UK only has 1,500 planes including the P-36 and Dreadnought Swordfish. Attacking the German mainland will never return, and it is already negligible.

There is an irreparable gap between the two sides in terms of quantity and quality. A pilot of Hunter's level naturally doesn't know it. What he knows is that this time the British Royal Air Force has come out in full force, and there are a full 100 fighter jets waiting for him in the distance. performance.

As long as he captures the flag and shoots down German fighter jets. The British fighter jets behind will swarm up boldly and inflict heavy damage on the German fleet that bombed London this time. Desperate to lose part of the aircraft, but also to teach the German pilots a profound lesson.

But all this is just a good wish after all, and now Hunter is being chased and killed by a German fighter jet. He constantly changed his flight trajectory and used maneuvers to change his flight speed, hoping to get rid of the entanglement of the German fighters behind him.

But no matter how he changed his flight trajectory, the enemy planes behind him were not separated, or they were getting closer.

"Wingman! Wingman! Cover me! Cover me!" At this moment, Hunter didn't care about those so-called masters, and called his wingman to cover him, but the answer was a pitiful silence. You know, just ten seconds ago, his wingman accidentally flew into Heinz's shooting range, and was smashed into a sieve by a burst of shots.

Hunter, who felt that his palms were full of sweat, had an urge to scold his mother, so he continued to shake the joystick, letting the Hurricane enter a hovering downward movement. Then he adjusted the frequency and called his accomplices in the distance : "I'm Hunter! I'm Hunter! Don't wait any longer! Come help! My wingman has been shot down and I need help!"

Not only the British ace pilot Hunter was in a hurry at this moment, but the German ace pilot Heinz Barr who was chasing after him was also sweating and nervous. Such a fierce air chase cannot be accomplished by an ace pilot, just like a chess master playing chess with a stinky chess basket, it is not a well-known game-only two ace pilots can stage such a fierce air combat.

The opponent tried to bite back more than once. If he hadn't been cautious, he would have been shot down at least twice by now. Until just now, the opponent's wingman may have been too nervous. After a big pull-up action, he hit the muzzle of Heinz Barr and was smashed into pieces by a 30mm cannon shell. The German aircraft that now has the upper hand still has no way to make contributions.

Now the British Hurricane fighter is trying to circle and descend. This is not the dominant flying attitude of the German fighter. Heinz has already shot down a plane, and the altitude is close to 4000 meters. Heinz Barr is cautious and thinks it is time to return Formation of their own fighter jets, so as not to be attacked by the British.

However, he keenly noticed that the British Hurricane fighter plane did not seem to continue to descend, but changed to a level flight at a height of about 3,500 meters, so he made up his mind and planned to take a risk.

Thinking of doing it, he pushed the joystick of the plane to let the plane enter the dive state again, and at the same time reminded his wingman on the radio: "You continue to climb, and I will dive for the last time. Get up and return to the flight altitude of 8000 meters, pay attention to the surrounding vigilance!"

The wingman heard his call and immediately replied: "Okay! I am climbing, please be careful!"

The confirmed Heinz Barr has already started his dive attack, the engine of the fighter roared loudly, and once again entered the state of high-speed operation, this F reached a high speed of nearly 660 kilometers.

Obviously Hunter did not expect that Heinz Barr would still dare to dive and attack at this altitude, because since the last time a group of German fighter jets were ambushed, it seems that Germany rarely flies past the limit of 4000 meters. He glanced up and saw a German fighter plane climbing, confirming his thoughts.

Finally escaped a catastrophe. After letting out a long breath, Hunter took off his oxygen mask and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hands. He shook the aircraft joystick twice, and let his plane fly in the direction of the large army. Looking up, he had already seen a group of British fighter jets in the distance—safe at last.

"Hunter! Hunter! There is a German fighter behind you! Get out of the way! Quick..." His teammates shouted hurriedly in his earphones. Hearing this reminder, he suddenly realized something, so he subconsciously pushed the control stick of the plane to one side.

When he looked down at his hands and the controls of the plane, he saw that a round had passed right through his chest and hit the instrument panel in front of him, splashing sparks. There was the sound of shattering glass in the cockpit, and the cold wind rushed in like a beast. The piercing pain was transmitted from the body to the brain, followed by the blood-red liquid filling Hunter's field of vision.

Subconsciously, he wiped his face with his hands, and the sticky liquid didn't know whether it was sweat or blood. Power flowed from his body, and his left hand, which had always been pressed on the joystick, finally dropped powerlessly, and he closed his eyes in a whirl, unable to feel anything anymore.

Heinz Barr finally hit the opponent who had been circling with him for more than ten minutes. Watching the plane hovering and falling with thick smoke, he hurriedly circled and pulled up while doing evasive movements, while looking for himself. The position of the wingman.

"Leader! Leader! Climb quickly, due west is not far away, there are a large number of British fighter jets approaching! Pay attention to your top! Watch your top!" The wingman reminded Heinz Barr loudly in the headset.

While raising his altitude, Barr, who had just shot down two enemy planes, raised his head to the nearby sky and saw the approaching British fighter jets: "Accelerate! Wingman! Let's go back! Let's go back!"

At this time, most of the British are still using the arrow-shaped flight formation. This formation is to make the plane fly into a huge herringbone, just like wild geese flying south. Although this formation has the prototype of the host wingmen who cover each other in air combat, it is not as flexible as the German fighter squad formed in twos. Although the British also tried to improve, the progress of the war was so fast that these details have not been changed.

When the British planes flying in dense formation flew over, the two German fighter jets were already at an altitude of 8,000 meters that they could hardly reach, and with their high altitude and high speed, it was difficult to pursue them. These British fighter jets watched their ace fall, and they didn't want to pester them, so they had to fly twice and left the airspace in a different direction.

In an open field on the outskirts of London, a fighter jet crashed to the ground, and the explosion rolled up thick smoke and scattered into the sky. It seemed that the soul of the fighter jet was unwilling to fall, and wanted to return to the gray sky. Several pale-faced British people gathered not far from the fighter jet, looking down at the dead body of the pilot who was thrown out of the cabin at the last moment.

The police arrived and carefully checked the contents of the pilot. Five rounds of large-caliber 13mm bullets pierced the British pilot's parachute and chest cavity, and blood stained his whole body. The huge impact twisted his legs and arms into weird horns, just like the Royal Air Force today-it looks terrible.

A policeman stepped forward silently, took out the pilot's ID tag from the collar, and tore it off forcefully. He looked at the bloody handwriting on it: "Hunter".