Five Hundred and Forty-Five Elegant Flying

"Squadron leader, are you sure you want to fly with that kid? Last time..." A pilot stared at Hardman who was checking his parachute buckle not far away, and asked with a curled lip.

"Otherwise? You take him to fly?" The squadron leader looked at his subordinates and asked with a smile.

"Forget it, I heard that flying with him is really easy to get a heart attack." The pilot hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This kind of senior pilot, you should come and take him to fly yourself, the squadron leader."

The squadron leader smiled, and with the help of the ground crew, began to climb up the latest ta-152 fighter. The ground crew on the side is checking various instrument switches on the plane.

"The radar shows that there are two patrolling enemy planes here. This is not normal. The Soviets have not dispatched two formations of fighter jets for battlefield patrols for a long time. It may be a decoy." An intelligence staff officer of the squadron Standing under the plane, he described the battlefield situation to the squadron leader who was stuffing himself into the cockpit.

"So, what we have to do is to drive these two planes out of the airspace, and then we can return to the flight, right?" The squadron leader nodded and said, "This mission is not too difficult, and it is very suitable for us to carry out the mission this time." configure."

The fighter jets all have the same configuration, so this time the squadron leader is actually talking about the pilot in the plane. With the pilot Hardman, who performed poorly on the first battlefield, he performed the originally boring expulsion mission, which was considered a "suitable mission" configuration.

Hardman on the other side has already entered the cabin. After he closed the cockpit hatch, he made a face to the squadron leader not far away. Hardman stretched out his hand, He made an exaggerated gesture, expressing that he would definitely achieve results this time.

"Black 1, did you hear my call? Black 1! This is Red 1." The squadron leader used the intercom to call the wingman not far away, and Hardman's voice came back quickly: "I am Black 1 No, squadron leader, I can hear you."

"The wind is northerly, everything is normal, I am ready to take off, you follow me!" The squadron leader looked at the dashboard and said to Hardman. After he finished speaking, he connected to the control tower: "Red 1 and Black 1 applied for takeoff."

On the other side of the tower is a female air controller, with a sweet voice: "Squadron leader, everything is normal, the runway is ready, takeoff is allowed!"

The two TA-152 fighter jets immediately began to taxi on the runway one after the other. With the roar of the engine and the increasing speed, the landing gear of the two fighter jets seemed to be getting lighter and lighter. It also began to stretch, and finally with a slight sound, the wheels of the two planes left the ground, and the whole plane took off into the air.

"Climb altitude,

Let the ground radar capture our position. The squadron leader put away the landing gear, adjusted the flight attitude of the plane, then turned on the intercom and said to Hardman: "The altitude is temporarily set at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the position between me and me is controlled." "

"Hardman understands!" Inside the wingman, the young Hardman immediately answered. He carefully controlled the plane, and found that he was not as nervous as the first time, and he was vaguely looking forward to what would happen next.

Soon the ground radar station responded, and they were guided by the ground control tower to fly towards the unknown target that appeared. Ground guidance is simply the pilot's ultra-long-range eyes, which can accurately send the aircraft to where they need to go.

With radar guidance, the boring and aimless flight patrols in the sky before have become planned interceptions and interceptions, which not only saves fuel, but also saves fighter pilots from having to spend a long time on the plane. Of course, another advantage is also obvious. The German fighters can find a better and more concealed position in advance, and get an important first hand for their first attack.

The two German planes approached the slow-flying Soviet fighter jets so quickly, and silently locked their prey over the two Soviet fighter jets. It turned out that they were two old-fashioned i-16 fighter jets. This kind of target was simply vulnerable to the German army.

"Red 1, Red 1! This is the ground tower! This is the ground tower!", the radar shows that behind these two Soviet fighters, there are 10 faster planes at an altitude of about 8000 meters. You can see Are they?" A voice suddenly came from the ground tower, it seems that this is a trap dug by the Soviet troops for the Luftwaffe, the purpose is probably to lure the German planes to lower their altitude, and then look for opportunities to fight.

Ever since the air power of the Red Army lost supremacy on the Eastern Front, brave Soviet pilots began using this method to lure less experienced German pilots into combat. Eight out of ten times ended in failure, but the Soviet Air Force still used this clumsy deception happily.

The reason is also very simple: this deception at least makes it possible for them to shoot down the German aircraft, and if this decoy is not used, it is likely that the Soviet Red Army pilots will have much less results than they do now. Therefore, this method of killing the enemy by 200 and damaging the enemy by 1000 has been used by Soviet pilots to this day.

"Do you want to attack?" Hardman heard the conversation between the lead squadron leader and the ground tower, and asked while looking for the enemy plane at the position indicated by the tower.

"Of course!" The squadron leader immediately said, "It's just 12 enemy planes... What about you? Do you have any questions?"

"Sir! I shouldn't have any problems here." Hardman glanced at the altimeter. At this time, the altitude of their two planes had not changed much, and ten Soviet fighter jets were already visible on the azimuth provided by the radar.

"Guys who are not good at learning! Prepare to dive and attack, first disrupt their formation and then look for opportunities." At the same time as he said this, the squadron leader who was driving the lead plane had already started to dive his plane, the engine roared, and the jet A light blue mist came out, and the ta-152 fighter jet suddenly entered a very extreme speed of 700 kilometers per hour, and the distance between the two sides was shortened at an extremely fast speed.

Hardman also revved the engines and caught up with the squadron leader's plane. He followed closely behind the lead plane, feeling the slight tremor of the plane at such a high speed.

"Fire!" The lead plane issued a command to attack, while spraying out dazzling tongues of flame. The shells fired by the shaft gun of the TA-152 fighter accurately hit a Soviet fighter. At this distance, the squadron leader was worthy of being the super air combat ace who shot down 51 enemy planes.

But at this time, trouble suddenly appeared. The fuselage of the lead plane shook slightly, and then a faint puff of smoke came out from the engine. Of course Hardman knew what was going on, it was a sign of an engine problem in the air.

"Squadron leader! I see your plane is smoking! Pull up! Pull up! The enemy plane is dodging, don't drop the altitude anymore." Hardman loudly reminded his lead plane in the intercom: "Pull up the altitude ! Return to an altitude above 8,000 meters! Squadron leader, can you see your dashboard?"

"I can't see clearly. There is smoke everywhere in the plane. I'm trying to level my plane. God! You return immediately! I may be shot down." The squadron leader's voice came intermittently from the headset, Obviously, his current vision is very poor, and there is no way to rule out the aircraft's engine failure in a short time.

Hardman was stunned for a moment, and after he returned to the voyage like this, the disaster star’s hat would never have to be removed, he gritted his teeth, and said fiercely: “Leader, try to raise your altitude, I will cover you! "

At this time, the Soviet planes who were busy avoiding the firepower of the German fighter jets saw the problem of the German planes. At the beginning, they thought it was some new weapon on the German planes, and they did not rush to die - after all, the Ta-152 The fierce reputation has been widely circulated on the Eastern Front battlefield. At this time, these Soviet pilots were really frightened.

But in the end, the Soviet pilots still found that the German plane was indeed malfunctioning. They rushed up and began to approach the German fighter. At this time, God knows why, the smoke from the ta-152 piloted by the squadron leader disappeared. , the automatic fire extinguisher started working, and the squadron leader regained his control of the aircraft again.

"You are surrounded... Squadron leader! I will tear a hole for you from the left side, keep your course, listen to my reminder and turn to the right!" Hardman hurriedly reminded his squadron leader, while letting the plane Accelerate and dive to catch up.

"..." The leaky house was raining all night. At this time, the squadron leader realized that he had fired all the shells from the three cannons in the plane in one go because of the smoke from the plane. Now he has completely become a bystander in this air battle. In other words, he is completely a burden now.

"Hardman! Pull up the plane and leave the battlefield. I order you to return." The squadron leader let the plane fly as smoothly as possible, and at the same time ordered Hardman: "This is the sky above the Soviet-controlled area. If the two of us Everyone is shot down, and it is completely finished!"

"So I have to take you back, squadron leader!" Hardman said calmly to the squadron leader while driving the plane: "It's like you took me out! The two of us must fly back together!"

As he spoke, he shook the joystick of the plane lightly, and the plane responded lightly to his operation in the clouds. Hardman's immature face was full of solemn expressions. This was the first time he faced an air battle. For the first time, I faced flying that was no longer graceful.

At this moment, the sky is no longer blue, but full of blood. The freedom and lightness of flying seem to not exist here. Hardman muttered softly: "Let me teach you how to fly gracefully!"