Chapter 238: Scarlet sky

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For Garland, the Red Baron Manfred von Richterhofen is his idol. He even deliberately imitated the legendary pilot who once shot down 80 aircraft even when he was talking normally.
Garland loves flying, just as Richterhofen loves flying. He likes the roar of the engine, sees the clouds like cotton candy in the metal cockpit through the glass, and enjoys the excitement and thrill of chasing and hunting in the air. For him, the nose is painted yellow, and the liquid-cooled fw-190d fighter jet with Mickey Mouse painted under the cockpit is as beautiful and as a woman without clothes.
Although the fw-190 can be said to be an ugly incomparable fighter-this aircraft does not have a good downward view, the huge engine cooling port makes this aircraft not look streamlined, and the slightly stubby body also does not No better than British and French aircraft. Even the original designer of the aircraft felt too ugly and gave it the nickname "Yellow Face Poor".
However, it is the most beautiful lover in the eyes of German pilots: it has a speed of 550 kilometers per hour, a durable engine and reliable flight performance, a 30 mm cannon on the nose, and a choice of 4 13 mm wings Caliber machine gun or two 20 mm caliber machine guns. The top power performance is equipped with rapid firepower, which is simply the ultimate fighter choice that the air forces of all countries desire.
Now, Garland drove this advanced fighter that filled him with a sense of security, and rushed to the French Air Force fighter formation that came to meet.
"Wingman, keep an eye on my tail." Garland exhorted in the intercom.
The voice of the wingman came through the headset: "No problem. I will cover you."
"All began to climb. Look for the attacking position, don't let the French go to attack our Stuka." Garland gave the order while climbing.
The German fighters began to climb, and the French fighters also began to increase their altitude. However, the German fighters climbed faster. Obviously, the two military fighter units of the same height soon became a higher situation for German aircraft. Moreover, the distance between the two aircrafts is closer, and French pilots are no longer allowed to make corresponding adjustments.
"The attack begins!" Garland issued the order to attack, and the German fighters began to dive down in batches to obtain faster speeds. The roar of the engine and the sound of the frictional airflow from the aircraft fuselage seemed to be a symphony, which made people feel happy and excited.
The French fighter pilots did not seem to want to sit still like this, immediately dispersed their formations, circling down the descent, and wanted to use the struggle to drag the German fighter to low altitude, and use low-altitude low-speed fighting to make up for the lack of speed performance of their fighters.
This is one of the few reasonable tactics that can be used by the slower side in air combat. It seems that the French pilots are indeed well-trained, they have more combat experience than the Polish Air Force on the Eastern Front, and are better at dealing with various adverse situations.
"Two-machine formation, pull them up immediately after breaking them up! Don't fight with them at low altitude. Get away immediately after the attack ..." Garland ordered with a frown as he dived. More than half of his men are newly added pilots. After the Battle of Poland, the Luftwaffe doubled the number of aircraft at a stretch, so many glorious flying corps were transferred to almost half of the pilots.
Fighting with a group of novices and high-level opponents is not a very pleasant thing, but for Garland he does not care so much, because he likes to fight alone more often.
Dive, crazy dive, dive to the ultimate speed, break the speed of human limit, with the roar of wind, break the speed to 600 kilometers per hour. With this speed, rushed into the opponent's fleet with a thunderbolt, relying on invincible firepower to shatter the target. They are eagles in the sky, and their opponents can only be regarded as sparrows.
"Suddenly, suddenly." The cannon of Garland's nose fired, and the tongue of fire spewed out. The bullet flew in the sky with a beautiful line, and then crashed into the body of the French aircraft, penetrating the fuselage and breaking it. The keel inside, destroyed the oil road, destroyed the equipment inside, and then continued to wreak havoc with residual energy, until it broke the fuselage on the other side, and proudly went away.
Garland struck a French plane, watched the plane dragging thick black smoke and began to fall, he immediately slammed the joystick to the left, and his plane immediately began to roll violently. This sudden maneuver escaped the pursuit of another French aircraft, and his speed began to decrease drastically.
"Wingman! I'm going to pull it up! Be careful to follow me." Garland pulled up his joystick while pressing his back against his seat. The engine of the fw-190d roared and began to output its own stable power. The whole aircraft was like a leaf in the wind in the sky, swaying left and right, with a trace of stubbornness, it raised its head and flew above the sky.
Hovering to the left, once again pointing the nose in the direction of the French fleet, shaking the joystick slightly, feeling the feedback of the aircraft to the palm, knowing that his aircraft should be no problem, so Garland accelerated the dive again. , Locked his second goal.
"Sir! I can't keep up with you! I can't keep up with you! I'm adjusting the flying action, can I continue to pull up? Can I continue to pull up?" In the headset, the anxious voice of the wingman came intermittently , But Garland was too lazy to ignore it, and the opportunity was fleeting, not allowing him to hesitate to think.
Pulling the trigger calmly, the 13mm caliber machine gun on the wing fired a bullet, and soon the painful French fighter was hit on the wing. Seeing the position was right, Garland once again snapped briefly The trigger of the cannon was activated and several cannonballs were fired.
"Suddenly! Suddenly!" The cannon roared again, directly destroying the fragile wing that was full of bullet holes. The bird that had lost its wing would fall to the ground, and the aircraft that had lost its wing also returned to the mother of the earth. embrace.
Garland rushed over the French aircraft again. He looked up and saw his wingman was hit by a French aircraft as he followed him down. The bullet hit the cockpit of the aircraft. The moment I saw the glass break, there was blood squirting out of the cabin.
He never called his wingman anymore, because his wingman had smoked and fell black not far from him. The sound of the aircraft engine brought Garlandra back to reality, and he immediately began to spin and climb, using the best technical action of the aircraft in his hand to throw away the French aircraft that had bitten his tail.
Saying that everything is of no avail, novices are as dead on the battlefield as a child is stabbed to death after eating a fish. Garland knew that this was not the best time for a memorial service for his wingman, so he continued to climb and climb, flying in the face of the sun-he did n’t know that he was again until his aircraft engine power was slightly weakened. Found the advantage.
At low altitudes below 5000 meters and speeds below 200 miles, the fw-190 is very fragile. Therefore, the German pilot's flight manual clearly stated that it was forbidden for pilots to engage in such situations. If someone encounters this situation, there are not many options: run away or speed up the climb.
Garland turned again at an altitude of 17,000 feet and watched the following two French aircraft that had to give up chasing him because of the height. A devil-like smile appeared on his cold face, and the plane changed its angle slightly according to the pilot's operation, just like the Swift who found the bug, and hurried down.
The speed was so extreme that the machine guns and artillery on the plane burst out their own roars, and the bullets easily flew into the cockpit of the French plane. Like Garland ’s wingman, this French plane ’s The cabin was instantly smashed into filled with broken glass and blood. Garland did not slow down. He dashed past this French plane and continued to chase another U-turn to escape.
Soon he caught up with this slow French ms. The 406 fighter followed him and pulled the trigger, firing without hesitation. Even Garland himself did not know whether it was the anger that his wingman was shot down or the madness caused by excessive adrenaline secretion caused by continuous combat. He poured most of the ammunition and struck the plane into a burst of flame in one breath.
He flew sideways from the blaze formed by the explosion. At this time he looked up the French plane that had just been hit in the cockpit, and found that the plane circled down and did not lose control.
In the fierce skies below, French aircraft are few and far between. After all, the German Air Force still has more combat experience and better combat weapons than these French pilots. So the final result of this battle is not unexpected. When the last French aircraft dragged heavy smoke to the ground, the Luftwaffe lost only one fighter jet and a pilot who had just joined the Air Force.
"Continue cruising! Find all the flying French planes and kill them all." Garland stabilized the plane and issued a command in a cold tone.
"The 7th Stuka Bomber Squadron called the Hindenburg Fighter Squadron. Our bombing mission has been completed and we are ready to return. Are you going?" Asked the commander of the Sturka Squadron who completed the attack in the headset.
"Understood! We will you back home! All planes pay attention, all planes pay attention. We leave this ghost place." With the buzzing of the aircraft engine, Garland was silent for about two seconds, and then said.
Yes, leave this ghost place and return. It was only 12 fighters when they came, but 11 when they went back.