Five Hundred and Thirty Eight Hardman

The two planes landed at the front-line airport of the German army one after the other. The ground crew rushed forward and began to maintain the planes to ensure that these precious equipment can be kept in good working condition. The ability of pilots to gallop in the sky and the ability of bomber pilots to drop bombs on the enemy all depend on the hard work of these ground crews.

"Why did you block the communication just now?" The squadron commander who had been guarding the airport for a long time frowned and looked at the lead pilot who had just stepped off the plane.

"When I encountered an enemy plane, I didn't expect an emergency, so I turned off the communication and fought." The pilot of the lead plane handed the goggles and leather cap to the ground crew on the side, and replied with some frustration.

Arbitrarily leading the novice pilot to fight the opponent, and turning off the communication device, it seems that a review cannot be escaped. Moreover, the whole air battle did not achieve any amazing results. I originally wanted to take down 10 enemy planes with one penalty, but in the end there were only two pitiful ones.

Thinking of this, he looked indignantly at Hardman, who had just climbed off the plane, and was so depressed that he almost went up to kick the wingman pilot: It's all about you, idiot, who made things like this!

You usually look honest, don't you? How come you are so restless in the sky? If he, like other novice pilots, honestly followed the lead plane to cover, this time, none of the Soviet planes might be able to escape! That's the record of a total of 8 planes. If you add up your own number of shot down enemy planes, it will exceed 50! The pilot of the lead plane thought dumbfoundingly.

At this time, the squadron leader also realized that his favorite general was in a bad mood, so he also looked at Hardman who was taking off his leather hat and goggles: "So you turned off the intercom this time to get a vote, but because of this The rookie failed?"

The squadron leader had partnered with the lead pilot for a long time, so he naturally knew what kind of temper his subordinates had. To put it bluntly, turning off the communicator is not a big deal. Many ace pilots will decisively change the original combat plan after discovering the fighter plane. Garland, the captain of the entire wing, has done similar things-this is the legendary upper beam. A typical example of a crooked beam.

The punishment will inevitably be punished, and the punishment will inevitably be punished, but everyone still does it happily. The purpose is very simple, in fact, it is to achieve an amazing record. Otherwise, how did one plane kill more than a dozen planes? Completely follow the command of the commander, how can there be such an environment where you fight more with less? Therefore, increasing the number of shot down is what pilots try their best to do, and it is the commander's pursuit to shoot more and less.

"This Hardman opened my eyes. He rushed into the middle of the Soviet plane by himself. After flying around for a while, he almost hit the ground. He is not my wingman at all. In short, he has nothing to do with the job of a wingman. Do it." The pilot of the lead plane said bitterly: "In the end, I only shot down two planes, and the rest of the time, I was nervous about him."

"Crushed into the middle of the Soviet aircraft? It ended up flying out intact?" Of course, the squadron leader knew what kind of consequences would be if he rushed into the enemy's fleet indiscriminately.

After hearing the description from his subordinates, he asked in an inaudible voice.

"Inverted somersaults and rolls, it's a bit embarrassing to fly, but it can be seen that the basic skills are still very solid." The lead pilot commented pertinently: "But this guy has too little combat training, and he is not as good as a serious rookie on the battlefield. play."

Most of the novice pilots who have been trained will be very proficient in their technical movements, and can follow behind the lead plane firmly and complete everything that a wingman should do. It may take a long time for them to become independent lead pilots. However, it takes a very short time to adapt to the wingman's cover combat mission. These pilots are familiar with combat, but take the time to learn how to fly.

Obviously, Hardman is not a novice of this type, but belongs to the kind of "novice" who can control the aircraft proficiently but is not suitable for combat. Flying is no stranger to him, and it can even be said to be very familiar, but he is not familiar with it. Familiar with air combat, you can't immediately become the kind of cold-blooded killer who quickly locks on to enemy planes and fires.

Anyone who has learned how to drive will know that if you don't know how to drive at all, and operate the car steadily according to the instructions of the instructor, you can often easily complete the test content and get a driver's license. On the contrary, if you have been in contact with cars and Zhiyi uses his own methods to cope with the driving school test, he will probably fail the test. Of course, both types of people have their own advantages: the first type is easy to get a driver's license, but it is easy to become a road killer later; the second type has better driving skills than the first type, but suffers from being unable to drive without a driver's license.

"Hardman! Come with me!" The squadron leader glanced at his subordinates, beckoned to Hardman behind him and said, "Let's go to the office and sit down and have a good talk."

After finishing speaking, the squadron leader looked at the frustrated lead pilot again: "You turned off the communicator without authorization, wrote me the inspection, and prepared to do a self-review at the next wing meeting... In addition, send the flight report this time. Write in detail, I will check the complete mission process later."

"Yes!" The pilot of the lead plane cried so hard that he just thought about the amazing record of getting ten enemy planes, but he got excited and forgot that in a few days it would be the regular meeting of the pilots of the wing. Doing inspections and doing inspections in the squadron are completely different things. It is too tragic to lose face in front of Commander Garland. The price is only exchanged for the record of two enemy planes.

"Have you played too much?" A comrade-in-arms gloated at the side, and felt better seeing his old acquaintance's deflated appearance, so he couldn't help but laughed along with him. The pilot who was ordered to review was suffocating, and the wingman pilot Hardman was called away by the squadron leader, so he began to chase after his comrades who made fun of him.

The wind blows across the empty field airfield with a salsa sound. It was as if a huge palm was stroking the dozens of new TA-152 fighter jets parked on the airport. The ground crew continued to be busy, doing all kinds of detailed debugging for these beloved babies.

"Hardman, I heard that you made some exaggerated flying movements today, some of which were very dangerous?" After entering the room, the squadron leader first poured a cup of cold coffee for Hardman, and then sat down while talking to him. in his chair.

"Sir, I'm very sorry for what happened today. I know I caused trouble, but please don't deprive me of the right to fly." Hardman naturally knows that the means of punishing novice pilots are stricter.

For example, if the same mistake is placed on a battle-tested ace pilot, it may be just a review or criticism, and at most a moderate punishment will be imposed. At that time, the task can still be performed, without any impact. However, if a novice pilot makes trouble while performing a mission, he may be permanently disqualified from boarding the plane and become a ground crew for life.

For a man like Hardman, keeping him from flying is more unbearable than killing him. So he begged the squadron leader in a pleading tone, his eyes full of anxiety.

"When I was your age, Germany had no planes." The 34-year-old squadron leader looked at Hardman and said, "At that time, the French and the British had just destroyed 10,000 of our planes. I saw it with my own eyes. Saw the horrible wreckage."

His eyes were full of sadness, and he seemed reluctant to mention the sad years: "Germany's large air force was forced to disband, and countless pilots who yearned for the blue sky could only stand on the ground and watch their fighter jets be destroyed. "

"Can you imagine what this means to a child who is only 15 years old? This child has always dreamed of flying, but was told by adults that there will be no more planes in his home country..." The squadron leader stared at Hardman asked.

"I think there is nothing worse than this." Hardman was not born at that time, and naturally he would not feel the humiliation of a German who had experienced World War I. But he still felt horrified when he thought that there would be no more planes in Germany.

"So, I hope that every plane in my hand can fight for freedom in the German sky!" The squadron leader said solemnly to Hardman: "I don't care what method you use, since the head of state trusts you, then you will Shoot down enemy planes for me—ten to a hundred, until there are no more enemies in the sky!"

"Yes! Long live the head of state!" Speaking of Akado, Hardman felt that the tall and thin head of state asked him to fight on the front line, which was the best affirmation of his flying skills. He has always complained that he does not have the best plane, and now the Führer has handed over the best plane to him. For a pilot, as long as he has a plane with the best performance, there is nothing to complain about.

"Go to the ground crew to help for 3 days! Sweep the floor every day, and clean the runway! This is your punishment for this mess!" The squadron leader issued a ticket, but it was much lighter than expected: "Then return to the team , be my wingman!"

Hardman was already very happy that he would not be disqualified from flying. He quickly stood at attention and saluted, and replied with the loudest voice he could shout: "Yes! Captain! Long live the head of state, Acador Rudolf!"

Seeing Hardman humming and walking to the runway and wiping the plane with the ground crew, the squadron leader shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed to himself: "The people sent by the head of state to the front line are really not good. It's easy to deal with... If it's serious, I'm afraid the boss will interfere, if it's light, the morale of a squadron will be broken... It's difficult."