Chapter 1202 Kara Lixin Seeks Battle

Petersburg Air Force Base.

"Why, hasn't my fighter been repaired yet?" In the maintenance hangar, Kalarixin asked anxiously as he watched several maintenance personnel busy on his plane.

"Second lieutenant, you are in a hurry, and we are in a hurry, but look, your belly is already rubbed, we have to replace it with a new one, otherwise, if you maneuver in the air, the plane will disintegrate. Ge-3, how did it pass the finalization, there are a lot of failures, and it is not the first time that the landing gear cannot be put down."

While talking, the maintenance monitor pushed the plank in front of him with a planer. The shavings came out of the planer, which looked very nice.

In this era, the advanced fighter jets of many countries have long been made of metal materials, but the output of the Soviet Union's excellent aviation aluminum is far from enough to meet the consumption of the aviation force. Therefore, the MiG-3 and many other Like the plane, it still uses a wooden structure.

Its body structure is all wood, and the middle part of the wing and the tail skin are made of three layers and two layers of plywood with a thickness of 1 mm, which greatly simplifies the production process.

At the same time, it is also convenient to maintain. There must be a qualified carpenter in the maintenance team. If it is broken, just repair it directly. Anyway, there are forests everywhere in the Soviet Union, and there is no shortage of wood.

Coming out of the hangar, Kara Liksin looked anxious. Now, news from the front has come that the German bomber unit in Berlin took off an hour ago, and they will fly to Petersburg soon. There was bombing from the sky. This was a great battle to defend Petersburg. This was the cradle of the October Revolution and must not be ravaged by the Germans.

He wanted to take off to defend the airspace, but his plane was unavailable, which made him anxious.

Coming out of the maintenance hangar, Kalarixin ran towards the combat readiness duty room, trying to figure out where to go.

"Lechkalov, go, let's go to combat cruise." Carrying his flying cap, Pokryshkin said to his wingman.

According to the Germans' voyage, they could not reach Petersburg for the time being, but now, they are going to take off and cruise to meet the enemy at any time. At the same time, when the enemy reaches their defensive radius, they will call a large number of fighters to the rear to take off to meet the enemy.

The battle will break out over the Baltic Sea, try to block the German aviation in the west of Petersburg, and prevent the Germans from bombing their own cities.

Early warning is very important, and Pokryshkin has undertaken such a task.

"Yes." Rechkalov picked up his flying cap and wanted to go out with Pokryshkin, but at this moment, his body shook.

At this moment, Karaliksin happened to walk to his side and supported him just right. His hand slid across Rechkalov's forehead, and he was shocked: "Comrade Rechkalov, you have a fever. !"

"It's okay, I'm totally fine." Rechkalov broke free from Karariksin's hand and wanted to follow Pokryshkin forward.

Damn, I should have listened to Pokryshkin yesterday.

When Rechkarov flew over yesterday, he didn't buckle his cockpit cover. This was almost a habit of his, and he couldn't change it, but he didn't expect that he caught a cold yesterday and had a fever.

He insisted all the time, for fear of being discovered by others. He couldn't fly a fighter plane when he was sick, so he couldn't take off to fight. He didn't want to miss such a battle.

Hearing Kalarixin's words, Pokryshkin turned around, stretched out his hand, touched Rechkalov's forehead, and immediately became very serious: "Rechkalov, you burn so badly, why? Don't report in advance? Go to the infirmary, don't take off again today."

"But I'm your wingman. If I don't take off with you, there will be no one behind you to protect you." Rechkalov said anxiously.

"I, I!" Kalarixin's eyes lit up: "I have been flying on the MiG-3 for more than 50 hours, and I have a lot of experience. My plane has not been repaired, and it is just right to go on a mission with you."

In his heart, Karaliksin was even happy that Rechkarov was so sick that he made a plane for himself.

"I won't let you touch my fighter." Hearing this, Rechkalov became even more anxious. His hand even clenched into a fist and hit the bridge of Kalarixin's nose. Son, you kid, how dare you pick up my leak!

"Rechkalov, execute the order!" Pokryshkin, regardless of Rechkalov's current mood, always ignores his own words. This time, it is time to teach Rechkalov a lesson and let him He has a long memory.

Pokryshkin glanced at Karariksin again. He still remembered the scene of a few hours ago, when Karariksin flew a fighter with no landing gear and landed bravely. This was a determined pilot, Skilled in technology, you can completely follow your own tasks.

"Come on, follow me," Pokryshkin said.

"Long live!" Kalarixin shouted happily, leaving Rechkarov with fire in his eyes and running out.

The MiG-3 was developed from the MiG-1, and was as ugly as the MiG-1, with a long nose in the front, occupying almost half the length of the fuselage, and the cockpit in the middle, when sitting in the cockpit At the time, the high-raised nose in front blocked all forward vision and could not see anything.

For the pilot, it's all used to it, the front has to be high, otherwise the propeller will hit the ground, although the front can't be seen, just see the sides.

The liquid-cooled AM-37 engine emitted a stream of black smoke. With the violent vibration, the engine roared and started normally.

Karariksin looked at the front of the cabin, and there was a small hanging photo of a young girl who seemed to be Rechkalov's lover. This guy always seems to like to violate a little discipline. It was strictly forbidden to hang these pictures in airplanes.

Karaliksin took the photo off, put it in his pocket, and returned it to Rechkarov after returning home.

"877, take off in formation with me." Pokryshkin's voice came from the headphones.

"877 received." Pushing the throttle lever, releasing the brakes, the two MiG-3s slid onto the runway and rushed into the sky quickly.

The MiG-3 was one of the best Soviet fighter jets. It was reflected in the fact that the climbing speed was fast. The two continued to climb, pulling the fighter jet to an altitude of 10,000 meters, and then heading west, flying over the Baltic Sea.

In this combat cruise, they had to discover the German bombers as soon as possible. It was a long-range mission. Therefore, auxiliary fuel tanks were mounted on the wings on both sides of them, allowing them to have a patrol radius of more than 500 kilometers.

"877, pay attention to the visual search." Pokryshkin continued to order.

Formation flight, you must be familiar with it. Although this wingman of yours is skilled, the cooperation between the two sides cannot be said, so Pokryshkin has to remind him more.