Chapter 1337 Ancrus Was Hit

When the FW190 began to climb, its frontal projection area became larger, and Ancrus misestimated the opponent's position. As a result, the bullet rain composed of the I-15 machine gun bullets covered the FW190. on the wings, on the fuselage!

The long range of the FW190 has been carefully designed. For example, there are fuel tanks in the wings to increase the fuel capacity. Now, when the bullet hits the fuel tank, according to reason, there will be the most spectacular scene.

In order to make the engine more powerful, high-grade fuel is needed. Historically, Germany has used B4 fuel of No. 87 for most of the time. After all, German gasoline is converted from coal, and its octane value is not high. would be too high.

But now it's different. The oil fields in Libya alone are enough to supply Germany's war machine, not to mention the huge oil reserves in the Middle East, and Germany's fuel technology is constantly improving. Now almost all aircraft use No. 100. Fuel, even newer planes are already using 130's.

(Check the information, the most powerful aircraft during World War II actually used 150 fuel? I don't know if it is true or not.)

This high-performance fuel is more volatile and easier to ignite. Even a Soviet fighter jet would definitely catch fire after being hit by a bullet in the fuel tank.

However, Alexander was disappointed.

When his bullet hit the opponent's wing and fuselage, he only saw the bullet hole left, and at most in the sunlight, he saw a little bit of gasoline volatilizing, and then there was nothing.

In fact, the principle is also very simple, that is, a layer of rubber interlayer is added to the inner lining of the fuel tank. When the bullet shoots a small hole, the rubber will recover due to its elasticity and block the small hole, leaving a small hole at most. just the gap.

It's like a car's tire with a nail in it, it will only leak slowly, not all at once. Of course, if it is a large-caliber cannon, it will explode a big hole at once, then There's nothing you can do about it.

Ancrus felt that his fuselage was shot. At this time, he didn't know how serious it was. He looked at the dashboard in front of him. The bullets of the machine gun were almost empty, so he could only open the accelerator. Continue to ascend to high altitude, for him, the battle is over, and he needs to return to his aircraft carrier.

Leave the remaining bombers to others to solve!

German fighter jets have an overwhelming advantage. The Soviet bomber formation is destined to come and go. If they number more, such as a few hundred at a time, as they originally planned, then they will definitely There will be fish that slip through the net and enter the skies of the German Navy's fleet.

But now, with only a dozen or so, it is destined to be a tragedy.

In the sky, fireballs continued to rise one by one. When the new wave of fighter jets that took off from the aircraft carrier arrived, the Soviets had no hope.

"The course is correct, we will arrive at the target sea area in about twenty minutes." At this time, when the air battle was fierce, no one noticed that a lone Iraqi was more than 100 nautical miles away from the battlefield. The Er-4 bomber is flying.

At this time, its flight was a little crooked.

Kozlov tried his best to control his body, but the nerves paralyzed by alcohol reacted very slowly. For example, just now, he accidentally squinted and pressed his body on the control stick. He fell into the sea, and thanks to the open window, the cold wind woke him up, and he pulled the plane up.

This made the remaining two crew members break into a cold sweat. Fortunately, after flying for more than an hour, Kozlov's alcoholism gradually dissipated, and his sanity had turned sober.

With twenty minutes left, Kozlov felt something shining in the distant sky, and just then his navigator spoke: "No, German fighter jets, intercepting our bombers. force."

Those shining spots of light are just the bombers burning one by one. From that look, their troops may be wiped out.

Kozlov then noticed, so the plane dived down again.

"Kozlov, wake up!" shouted the pilot, who thought the pilot was asleep again.

The sea is getting closer and closer, and the navigator is sitting at the front of the plane. If he plunges into the sea, he must be the first to have intimate contact with the sea. He felt his heart skip a beat.

So he shouted louder, and even the machine gunner shouted with him.

"I'm fine, we have to fly at a very low altitude over the sea before we can fly over." Kozlov looked at the fireballs in the sky and said lightly.

At this time, his colleagues are sacrificing, and he will use the opportunity of his colleagues' sacrifice to pass through the opponent's air defense network.

The sky-blue Il-4 almost merged with the sea water, and it was not easy to find him from the sky, even if it was five kilometers away.

Kozlov's Il-4 bomber was flying at an ultra-low altitude at a distance of less than ten meters from the sea. The three people in the cabin felt heavy as they watched the battle overhead.

They were not found, and they had broken into the German fleet air defense area with the help of ultra-low-altitude cover!

The two engines were still revving at high speed, and every second of their time was precious now, and before the German pilots noticed them, they were flying over the German fleet!

No one spoke, only the rumbling sound of the engine. Kozlov looked at the place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance. Gradually, a fleet appeared in his sight.

At this time, the fleet was still in the position of release and recovery. The entire fleet was sailing against the wind at high speed. The Hitler aircraft carrier was in the middle, on the angled deck, and Ancrus was aiming at the narrow deck.

"The height is a little high, please continue to descend!" The guide's voice came from the headset.

Ancrus pushed all the operating levers hard, but it was useless. Without the guidance of the guide, he also knew that his current state was wrong.

Ancrus lowered his head and looked at a meter in front of him, the pointer had gradually returned to zero.

It was the pressure display gauge of the hydraulic operating lever. When it flew back, the pressure was constantly decreasing, and he knew that the situation was not good.

He was shot just now, and the hydraulic oil pipe was also cracked. The hydraulic oil was leaking continuously, which made the operation gradually inconvenient. He thought he could hold on to the landing, but now, the plane was no longer obeying orders.

No, I can't give up my fighter jet! He also wanted to draw five more small black crosses on his nose after landing!