Chapter 549

If you choose a color to describe the hard German spirit, many people will choose black, because the black iron cross and the black SS uniform will make people remember the cold Germany in a moment.

Iron is black, so Germany uses iron cross as the totem of its belief and the sustenance of its spirit. It seems to inhale all the light of the black, people infatuated and solemn abnormal.

Hardman's nose is painted black, in sharp contrast to the gray camouflage on the fuselage. His whole nose is black. The black propeller end is decorated with yellow, and the black edge of the nose is outlined in the shape of tulip, which is his personal favorite pattern.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the Soviet pilots, the German plane with the black nose was just like death. He easily shot down his opponent's plane and ran rampant in the encirclement and low air, without paying any attention to the number of dominant Soviet planes.

Now he's shot down seven planes. He's the God of war in the air. You know, these P-40 fighters are selected by the Soviet pilots. Now they are as flat as dough by their opponents.

Mud Bodhisattva still has three points of fire, not to mention a group of soldiers who are proud of being brave and fierce all day long? These Soviet pilots were also red eyed and felt that if they did not shoot down the German plane today, it would be a disgrace to their mission. Everyone is out for the motherland, you fight so many lives, others that what to fight ah?

When they pressed the crosscut on the sight on the fuselage of hadman's ta-152 fighter again, they even had a desperate idea that the plane would not suddenly change its trajectory and disappear into their view, right? How many times is this? Can't this fighter fly in a straight line and be shot down by them?

In fact, the Soviet pilots themselves were not simply flying in a straight line, but their opponents were too powerful to get rid of the black death. It is common for a pilot of an aircraft to have the flying skills of suppressing his opponent. But if the pilot flies another fighter with the performance of suppressing his opponent, will it be even more desperate?

The German black fighter once again swung its wings and changed its flight state. It hovered like a goshawk, doing an irregular flight performance. However, it is not doing useless work in vain, but by a series of complex maneuvers, it gets rid of the entanglement of its opponents, widens the distance between the two sides, and there is still a high gap.

Everyone who has dealt with German pilots knows that once the other side is allowed to distance and get back the altitude, the advantages of both sides will return to the German side. At the same time, the elevation and distance also indicate that another round of attack of German fighters will begin.

The four Soviet fighters immediately opened a short distance, then continued to circle, waiting for the German aircraft to invade. The next time they pass by, they decide to win or lose and shoot down the hateful opponent who has been playing with them for almost half an hour.

In the narrow cockpit, Hardman gently stroked the control lever with his hand and felt the feeling from the handle with his fingertips. He didn't hesitate, because at this moment, although he looked a little crazy, his heart was calm. Now the only thing he has to do is shoot down the opponents.

In the cloud, he found opportunities. In fact, the formation of Soviet fighters was very good, but now in this state, hadman's eyes are full of opportunities. Those Soviet fighter formations that used to look like airtight are now riddled with loopholes. With a smile, he started the ta-152's best dive.

The piston in the engine was pushed by the deflagration oil, and began to twitch more violently. It was like a series of parallel Mini cannons burning and roaring under the engine hood. They work together to make the engine run, driving the propeller of the nose to rotate, tearing the surrounding air.

This is the fastest piston fighter, the strongest fighter in the world, and the most threatening weapon in the hands of the German air force. The target is rapidly approaching, hadman has seen the opponent's dark barrel, but he is not in a hurry to fire, because he has his own ideas.

In the traditional sense, the favorite attack strategy of the German air force is to use the advantage of weapon caliber in the distance to intimidate the opponent first, and then approach and attack after the opponent's confusion. This theory has been proved to be an effective tactic in actual combat, and has brought numerous achievements and honors to German fighter pilots.

However, Hardman felt that he did not need to do so, because he was confident that he could use his superb flying skills to capture opportunities, and there was no need to waste limited ammunition. He found that he preferred direct approach attack, using short shot to achieve the most efficient attack.

So he charged again. He rushed to a fighter, like a knight on the ancient battlefield, and rushed to his opponent fiercely. When he was closest to him, he thrust out his deadliest spear and killed the enemy under the horse. He used the enemy's life to achieve his immortal glory.

In the eyes of the pilot of the Soviet air force, his plane was a fierce tiger, just like a black dragon flying in the sky. At this moment, the German plane was just like the black eagle on the national emblem of Germany, with a rebellious momentum, overlooking the world. After a dive, another Soviet fighter disintegrated and exploded in the air, and another pilot died without even a chance to jump out of the cabin and open his parachute. Another miracle was born here. Hadman flew the plane, made a circle, and then pointed his nose at the Soviet plane. At this moment, the Soviet pilots had lost their fighting spirit and momentum, and even their courage to face hadman had disappeared. They deliberately avoided the nose of the German plane opposite. It seemed that it was a very terrible thing to be aimed at by the other side's nose. With hadman's approach, the other side finally collapsed in despair. A Soviet plane left the formation and began to fly far away. Hadman didn't know where the Soviet plane wanted to fly. He just slightly adjusted his nose to another Soviet plane. He continued to approach, and continued to feel the subtle pleasure brought by the slight vibration of the fuselage and the mechanical roar. At this time, there was no F1 car, and there was no popular man's sport, but there was something more exciting for men to express their wild and cruel feelings. This is not a competition, nor is it a simple competition. Everyone gambles on their lives to fight here. The people who survive are the most powerful men - no doubt! The machine gun roared again, overshadowing the roar of the engine. As hadman fired, he made an emergency pull-up action to avoid the explosion of the Soviet fighter. The violent explosion made some parts even hit hadman's fuselage. He could feel the slightest discordant sound on his plane, It's like this plane is part of his body. This is the ninth fighter he shot down today. In less than 40 minutes of fierce air combat, he shot down nine of his opponent's planes, almost making his record from zero to double digits. The captain in the sky couldn't believe his eyes. He even thought he might be dreaming. He reached out and pinched his thigh. At this time, he knew that he was not in a dream. The plane that was chasing the last Soviet fighter on the battlefield did exist, and it was the hadman who was driving it. Just when the squadron leader confirmed that he was not in a dream, a more bizarre thing suddenly appeared in front of him. The Soviet plane, which had been bitten by hadman's tail, made a move that made people laugh and cry when hadman had not locked the fire. The pilot of the Soviet fighter plane stretched out his hand to open his cockpit cover, and then jumped out of his plane. The frightened Soviet pilot did not dare to even try to get rid of hadman and lock the tail, so he chose the humiliating way of parachute jumping and left the sky destined to be remembered by history. "..." The squadron leader didn't know what to say at this time. This was the first time that he saw a pilot who was too scared to escape by parachute in advance. It was also the first time that he believed that someone could shoot down the other side's plane without bullets“ Hardman to captain! Red one, black one, call Hadman's slightly immature voice suddenly came from the earphone, and the squadron leader's confused thoughts finally cleared up: "hear, I'm red No. 1, hadman... What's the matter with you..." "is this plane shot down by me?" Hadman asked with some trepidation. If someone heard his voice at this time, he would not think of the fighter plane that was fighting with one to ten in the sky just now. At this time, Hardman's voice was like a child, a child who asked whether others were satisfied with his work“ Count... "The squadron leader replied, he really wants to return to the ground now, and think about the incredible things that happened today. Every moment of hadman's fighter just now hovered in his mind, making his heart unable to calm down---------------------- Yesterday, Longling caught a cold. Thank you for your message. Today, I update and resume. I have the cheek to ask you for monthly tickets, subscription and recommended tickets. Thank you for your support!