If he could, Weiss would have been willing to go through the period of being in a coma after an injury and waking up in his own hospital, but he seemed destined for a bad fate. When Nikolai helped him up, the sky was filled with the whistling of artillery fire. The shells came from the Norman flying ships and the two Norman warships that escorted them. Weiss "jumped ship" at a height that was not very high, the speed was not very fast, and when the Normans reacted, they did not fly too far, and these artillery fires were obviously not warnings, but with the intent of killing, some landed a little farther, and some were only a fraction away from the lives of Weiss and Nikolai!

So, amid the sharp and piercing whistling of shells and the deafening explosions, the two desperately rushed towards the aircraft. Falling freely from a height of several hundred meters, under the continuous cushioning of tree branches and lake cement, Weiss miraculously saved his life, at the cost of fractured injuries to his right leg and right shoulder, and his back hurt so much that it was difficult to straighten up......

Before he knew it, this was the third year of the war, and his continued career had not only honed Weiss's iron will, but also made his shoulders thicker and his legs thicker, making Nikolai look more petite in comparison. In this situation of crisis, she has no concerns about gender identity, and uses all her strength to support this bloody, wet, and dirty companion. She hadn't gone far before she was out of breath, but she hadn't slowed down. In this situation, Weiss no longer mentioned the words "you go first", but did his best to drive this body that was about to fall apart at any time to move forward.

After an extremely long and arduous "trek", the two finally braved the Norman fire to return to the black flying machine.

"Go up ......," Nikolai growled as he pushed him into the cockpit. Weiss also used the last of his strength, grabbing the edge of the cockpit and crawling inside. At the moment when he sat down, he had the illusion of escaping from purgatory and returning to the world.

The two returned to the side of the aircraft, and the Norman artillery fire also followed, and it seems that in order to kill all the escapees, they did not hesitate to "boil the crane and burn the qin", so that this precious flying machine was buried with them.

Weiss sat in the Sagittarius cockpit, the seat facing the tail of the plane, and he leaned back in the seat, as if he was in a red-hot ding, his whole body seemed to be scorched, and the pain was so painful that he could not breathe. Even so, he tried to observe the enemies in the sky. At this time, in addition to the two flying battleships that were constantly firing, a black spot appeared near the flying ship, which was not a fantasy caused by dazzle, but a black "iron bird" that took off from the flying ship.

"We've got to hurry!" Weiss weakly reminded Nikolai. The Norman flying battleships, though their guns were fierce, would not have destroyed the aircraft for a while if it weren't for the gunner's character, and those of the same model were obviously more threatening: they were equipped with machine guns, which, with the use of steel-core armor-piercing shells, were close enough to penetrate their own armor, killing the driver in the cockpit or damaging the engine and propeller.

Despite his exhaustion, Nikolai gritted his teeth and climbed into the cockpit and drove the craft forward. If it can get a strong enough current, it can be like an alien flying saucer in a science fiction movie, and then speed up, and it will be a mess. However, the output provided by the internal combustion engine was still very limited, and the Normans were obsessed with the perfect balance of firepower, power, and protection, so that this heavy armored aircraft had to rely on aerodynamic principles to ensure the expected maneuverability, including sufficient lift with the help of short taxiing during the take-off phase.

The aircraft kept accelerating, and Nikolai shouted in front: "Sit down!" ”

Weiss struggled to fasten the lacing and then examined the machine gun in front of him with his still-moving left hand. Judging by the outline, it is supposed to be a variant of the Norman army's standard light machine gun, with an oversized magazine above the bolt, which is estimated to hold 35-40 rounds. Against the fighters of the federal army, the range and power of the machine guns of conventional caliber are not a big problem, but no matter how large the magazine is, it cannot change the shortcomings of poor fire continuity, in addition, the accuracy of shooting during flight also needs to be overcome.

Dodging the last burst of intense artillery fire, the black warhawk spread its wings and flew high. Under Nikolai's control, it quickly turned around and flew eastward. At this time, the enemy aircraft that took off first swooped down from a high altitude.

Weiss hurriedly shouted: "The enemy plane is behind and above, in the direction of 7 o'clock, and the distance is about 5,000 feet!" ”

"Roger!" Nikolai responded, and the aircraft immediately deflected slightly in the accelerated state, and it seemed to be very "stable". In fact, the dexterity of tactical maneuvers was several streets behind that of the Union fighters.

In the rear, the black Norman warhawk continued to convert potential energy into kinetic energy, and the speed became faster and faster, and even a looming wake appeared in Weiss's eyes.

"2000 feet!" Weiss shouted. Judging from the Normans' design concept of combat aircraft, less than 1,000 feet is a reliable shooting distance, and based on his speed of speech and the speed difference between the two sides, from the time he said this sentence to Nikolai's operation of the torsion bar, and then to the aircraft's change of flight attitude, the enemy aircraft has entered this reliable "shooting distance".

Nikolai did not tell Weiss to fire, but drove the fighter to make a small sideways deflection maneuver. If you are a novice with little combat experience, this trick may be effective in avoiding the attack, but if you are an experienced pilot, even an ace pilot like Nikolai, this cautious maneuver will probably not work......

Given that the previous artillery fire of the enemy's flying battleships had shown that they would kill those who escaped, Weiss put aside his luck and fired before the enemy. The shaking of the body, the impact of the large magazine on the operator, and Weiss's terrible state at the moment all combined to cause the shuttle bullet to disappear after it was fired.

I don't know if it was because the target escaped from the crosshairs, or for some other reason, the black warhawk behind it never spit out the tongue of fire of the attack, and because it was too fast, it rushed diagonally from behind the tail of the plane, and failed to bite and stick to it.

"Shake it off for now!" Weiss shouted.

"How are you?" Nikolai asked with concern.

"Hold on!" Weiss replied. In fact, his external injuries were not bandaged, his internal injuries had not healed, and his condition was not ideal - he could even pass out at any time with both eyes black. However, as long as there is a moment of sobriety, he will fight side by side with Nikolai without distraction.

Nikolai didn't ask any more questions, and concentrated on pondering the handling performance and feel of this Norman flying machine. In between, it turned to the left, to the right, to pull up, to dive, and then to volley a few bullets.

Weiss leaned back in his chair, and although he was extremely tired, he did not dare to close his eyes more.

A short time later, the Norman fighter plane from earlier chased after it from the left rear. This time, Weisgang reminded Nikolai that the opponent showed his sharp fangs, and a series of bullets came in an instant. The sound of the bullet breaking through the air seemed to be close at hand, and the tracer bullet grazed the tail of the plane, Weiss couldn't help but be frightened, but the movement in his hand was not fast. By the time he gripped the handle of the machine gun and was about to open fire, the black fighter plane had drilled into the dead end of the rear machine gun. Immediately afterward, he caught a glimpse of another enemy plane rushing from a high altitude behind him, and hurriedly reminded Nikolai: "There is another one behind, at 5 o'clock, about 8,000 feet away!" It's fast! ”

Two enemy planes, one swooped down from the rear and the other went around to the side to prepare for a volley, and in the blink of an eye, a flanking attack had already formed. After a few moments, they opened fire one after another, and the heavy fire mingled into a violent rain of bullets. Nikolai didn't say a word, but drove the aircraft to sway its body and fly through the air in an irregular curved trajectory. Weiss heard the crisp sound of a bullet hitting the body, like a steel ball falling into an iron plate, and he couldn't help but feel another palpitation. He struggled to adjust his posture, held his gun, took aim, waited until the enemy planes in the rear approached the crosshairs, and fired all the remaining bullets in one breath - the duration of the shot was only a dozen seconds.

After the fight, Weiss habitually squinted. Perhaps under the stimulation of adrenaline, his mental strength was temporarily restored, and his mind was highly focused, and the "human radar" came into play again, but the enemy plane in his sight was full of blood. Obviously, the shot just now failed to hurt the fur, and it may have missed a single shot.

Just as Weiss was struggling to change the magazine for the machine gun, Nikolai turned his head to look at it and said loudly: "It's useless!" Wait for the opportunity, I say fire, you shoot again, you have to stare at the enemy cockpit to fight! ”

After finishing speaking, she must have remembered that Weiss's situation at this time was difficult to be qualified for the role of shooter, but the situation had come to this point, and it was difficult for her to understand the operation essentials and combat tricks of this kind of aircraft for a while, so she could only hope for surprise tactics, so she lowered her tone one degree: "Can it work?" ”

Even though changing the magazine for a machine gun almost cost him half a life, Weiss replied categorically: "Okay!" ”

Nikolai didn't say another word, she linked her hands and feet, and drove the armored "Blackbird" to climb upward. In terms of climb rate, it is not too much to do in the face of the light Federation fighters, and the dual effect of artificial star source stones and aerodynamics produces a trajectory that is not quite in line with aerological principles - being able to master it well is an advantage, and vice versa is a negative effect.

Seeing that the target was climbing with all its might, the two Norman aircraft naturally caught up. If the three were placed in a longitudinal cross-section, the pursuers were still in a pincer position, and they were initially able to threaten their opponents with machine guns and cannons, but when Nikolai skillfully adjusted the direction of their flight, all the pilots were facing the glare of the sun, and the pursuers' firing came to an abrupt halt.

"Are you alright?" Nikolai confirmed.

During the guerrilla war in Lorraine, Weiss and his fighters often used captured enemy weapons, so they were no strangers to the construction of this light machine gun, the problem was that the larger magazine was more than twice as heavy as the ordinary magazine, and the magazine mouth had to be aimed at the bolt bayonet when loading, and the bayonet had to be closed manually after loading.

Hearing the crisp sound of the bolt being reset, Weiss let out a sigh: "Okay! ”

Next, Nikolai began to prolong the note: "Ready...... Prepare for ......"

Weiss's left shoulder against the butt, although most of the recoil is absorbed by the gun carriage attached to the fuselage, and the tighter the grip, the less muzzle flutters; Hold the handle of the gun with your left hand, pull the trigger with your index finger, and fire at any time; Keep your left eye on the crosshairs and try to adjust your breathing. Going against the odds was nothing to the Lorraine guerrillas who had been dealing with the Norman army for a long time, often outnumbered and often encountered the enemy suddenly. The difficult conditions were not enough for formal training, and the time and energy they spent on honing all kinds of unconventional combat techniques were also considered to be somewhat effective.