Chapter 1200： Karariksin asks for battle

Petersburg Air Force Base.

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

"Second lieutenant, you are anxious, we are also anxious, but look at it, your belly is already scratched, and we must replace it with a new one, otherwise the plane will disintegrate when you fly in the air. Grid-3, how did it pass the finalization, there are a lot of faults, this is not the first time that the landing gear can't be put down."

While talking, the crew chief used a plane to push the plank in front of him. The shavings came out of the plane and looked very beautiful.

In this era, the advanced fighter jets of many countries have long been made of metal materials, but the output of Soviet excellent aviation aluminum is far from enough to meet the consumption of aviation troops. Therefore, the MiG-3 and many others Like the airplane, the wooden structure is still used.

Its airframe structure is made of wood, and three and two layers of 1 mm thick plywood are used for the middle and rear wing skins, which greatly simplifies the production process.

At the same time, maintenance is also convenient. In the maintenance team, there must be a qualified carpenter. If it is broken, just repair it. Anyway, the Soviets are full of forests, and wood is not lacking.

Coming out of the hangar, Kararikshin was anxious on his face. Now, news from the front line has arrived. The German bomber troops in Berlin have already taken off an hour ago and they will soon fly to Petersburg. The sky was bombed. This was a great battle for the defense of Petersburg. This is the cradle of the October Revolution. It must not be ravaged by the Germans.

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

Coming out of the repaired hangar, Kararikshin ran to the combat readiness duty room, trying to figure out where he wanted to go.

"Lechkalov, let's go, let's go on a battle cruise." Pokreshkin said to his wingman carrying his flying cap.

According to the German voyage, they could not reach Petersburg for the time being, but now they are about to take off and cruise to meet the enemy at any time. At the same time, when the enemy reaches their defensive radius, they call a large number of fighter planes to take off to meet the enemy.

Fighting will erupt over the Baltic Sea, try to stop the German aviation from the west of Petersburg, and prevent the Germans from bombing their own cities.

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

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

At this moment, Kararikshin just walked to his side and held him just right, his hand ran across Lechkalov's forehead, and he was shocked: "Comrade Lechkalov, you are having a fever. !"

"It's okay, I can." Lechkalov broke free from Karariksin's hands, trying to follow Pokreshkin to continue walking forward.

Damn, I should have listened to Pokreshkin yesterday.

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

He persisted, for fear of being discovered by others, he could not fly a fighter if he was sick, so that he would not be able to fly into the air to fight. He didn't want to miss such a fight.

Hearing what Karaliksin said, Pokreshkin turned his head, stretched out his hand, and touched Rechkalov’s forehead, suddenly also very serious: "Rechkalov, you are burning very badly, why? Don't report in advance? You go to the infirmary, don't take off today."

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

"I, I!" Kararikshin's eyes gleamed: "I have been flying on MiG-3 for more than 50 hours. I have a lot of experience. My plane has not been repaired yet, so I can just perform the mission with you."

In my heart, Kararikshin was even pleased. Lechkalov was so ill and freed himself a plane.

"I won't let you touch my fighter." Hearing these words, Lechkalov became even more anxious, his hand even clenched into a fist, and he pointed at the bridge of his nose against Kararikshin. Son, you kid, dare to pick up my leak!

"Lechkalov, execute the order!" Pokreshkin doesn’t care about the feelings of Lechkalov. He always ignores his own words. This time he should teach Lechkalov a lesson. He has a long memory.

Pokreshkin glanced at Kararikshin again. He still remembers the scene where Kararikshin bravely landed a few hours ago in a fighter jet without a landing gear. This was a determined pilot. Skilled, can follow their own tasks.

"Come on, follow me." Pokreshkin said.

"Hurray!" Kararikshin yelled happily, dropped Lechkalov who was blazing in his eyes, and ran out.

The MiG-3 was developed from the MiG-1. It is as ugly as the MiG-1. The long nose in the front takes up almost half of the fuselage length. The cockpit is in the middle~www.novelhall.com ~ When sitting in the cockpit, the nose raised high in the front blocked all the forward vision, and nothing was seen.

For pilots, all of this is used to it. The front must be high, otherwise the propeller will hit the ground, although the front is not visible, just look at the sides.

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

Kararikshin looked at the front of the cabin, and there was a small picture hanging. It was a young girl who seemed to be Lechkalov’s lover. This guy seemed to always like to break discipline. It was originally forbidden to hang these photos in the plane.

Kararikshin took the photo off, put it in his pocket, and returned it to Lechkalov when he returned.

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

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

The MiG-3 is one of the best fighters in the Soviet Union, which is reflected in the fast climb speed. The two continued to climb, pulling the fighters to an altitude of 10,000 meters, and then flew westward to the Baltic sea.

During this battle cruise, they wanted to find German bombers as early as possible. It was a long-range mission. Therefore, the wings on both sides of them were equipped with auxiliary fuel tanks, which allowed them to have a patrol radius of more than 500 kilometers.

"877, pay attention to visual search." Pokreshkin continued to command.

Formation flying requires familiarity. Although his own wingman is skilled, the cooperation between the two parties is not enough, so Pokreshkin had to remind him more. ()

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