"These John Cows don't have a sense of humor, do they?"

The red "Fokker Dr.1" with a black Maltese cross, under the control of the red Baron Richthofen, flies as nimble as a dragonfly.

Above the clear blue sky, it suddenly resembled a petrel in a storm, and its speed was staggering. Suddenly, like a kite with a broken string, it flickered in the sky. The only thing that was the same was the admiration in the eyes of his opponents and the flow of fire from the tracer bullets that flickered through him.

"Come on, can you catch me?"

From time to time, the red baron Richthofen looked back, his eyes as clear as the cold waters of a winter lake, at the "Camel F.1" that was chasing after his red "Fokker Dr.1".

"Sudden ......"

A swarm of bullets dragged a cloud of black smoke across the side of the fuselage of his "Fokker Dr.1", giving him a deep smell of gunpowder.

"Hey, boy, do you like me?"

In order to make the flight of the "Camel F.1" heard later, Richthofen shouted in English, which he was extremely unfamiliar with.

Of course, when chasing fierce battles in the sky, the distance between the two planes was quite far. Coupled with the screeching of engines and the constant sound of shooting, it was impossible for the other side to hear him.

Richthofen was followed by the pilot of the "Camel F.1", apparently a veteran of the pilot. His shot was short and orderly, and if it weren't for Richthofen's flight, which was really out of order, it was too freewheeling, and it would have shot him down long ago.

After he had fired three fruitless shots, it was clear that the British pilot's patience had been hit by Richthofen. The nose of the "Camel F.1" was slightly deflected, and the trajectory of the shot in the sight cut off Richthofen's path.

The British pilot's lips were cocked in the oncoming wind, as if smiling at the victory he was about to win.

This small gesture of the other party seems to have been noticed by the bad boy Richthofen. His "Fokker Dr.1" suddenly flipped in a semicircle, followed by a pair of ailerons of his plane, increasing the airplane's upwind angle, and the figure of the "Fokker Dr.1" staggered in the air.

As he completed his movements, the "Fokker Dr.1" was already belly upward, as if it was upside down on top of the "Camel F.1".

"Hello, hello...... I'm going to knock you down right now! ”

Richthofen threw his head back and shouted at the British pilots below him. His actions made the British pilots laugh and cry, and intuitively suspected that this guy was like a naughty child who had just come out of the circus.

Piloting the "Camel F.1" was apparently a veteran of the British flying team, who knew that the enemy's airspeed was now slower than his own. If you don't leave immediately, you will be rear-ended by the other party and become a machine gun target for this naughty boy.

Therefore, the "Camel F.1" raised the fuselage sideways, and flashed to the side in a sharp circle.

The "Camel F.1", the rotor (referring to the rotation of the cylinder around the axis) engine holds a powerful gyroscopic effect, which is conducive to improving the flight maneuverability of the aircraft. At the same time, however, different additional moments are generated for the left and right turns, which further complicates the manoeuvring.

Generally speaking, when an enemy plane has just completed two weeks of circling, the "camel" can fly for three weeks. This means that it has a greater angular velocity, which is extremely beneficial for biting the target.

"Hey, how do you want to run? You haven't said goodbye yet! ”

What kind of person is the red baron Richthofen, naturally he will not let such a good opportunity slip out of his hands. Taking advantage of the Camel F.1's sideways, his Dr. Fokker 1 had already completed the roll. As soon as the chase was launched, the machine gun on the Richthofen plane roared as if by magic.

The British pilot, who was still circling the "Camel F.1" at a disjointed speed, obviously did not expect that a pilot who had just escaped from his pursuit could enter the attack position so quickly. Or maybe he was too confident about the Camel F.1's hovering performance, so he didn't make any other moves to help him get out of the chase.

"Sudden ......"

The sound of German machine guns firing at close range sounded, and the stream of fire formed by the bullets hit the tail part of the "Camel F.1". Wooden shards, with an unpleasant smell of coking, fluttered in the sky.

"Hey, I shot down another one!"

The Red Baron Richthofen danced excitedly in the plane, if it weren't for the cockpit of the plane, he would have danced.

As in the battle of the previous "SE.5", soon several "Camel F.1" discovered that the red "Fokker Dr.1" was particularly active. They flew back and forth around his plane, trying to knock out the air show in the sky.

"You bastards, do you think I'm scared like this?"

Richthofen shouted as he steered his plane on, and the unheard of, and at the same time extremely enviable, flight curves made the British pilots who were following him and shooting at him wonder.

"Where did this guy learn to fly, and why when he flew, it was as fancy and peculiar as the plane route of that Satanic Eagle!"

At this time, the battle situation in the sky was magnificent.

The red baron Richthofen was in front of a flock of "camel F.1s", flying like a fancy show. Countless bullets glittered as if they were decorative, and they couldn't help but pass by the side of his plane. But his "Fokker Dr.1" seemed to have magic, and it still seemed so at ease in the midst of such a dense number of bullets.

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But this kind of freedom did not last long, and it was not long before he began a self-proclaimed clever dive that he regretted not being able to pursue.

"I'm not with you, goodbye!"

Taking advantage of a gap, Richthofen lowered the nose with the intention of making a short but powerful dive. If successful, he will pull up the nose of the nose and shoot instantly. If he is lucky, then he is sure to shoot down two or more enemy planes in 4~5 shots.

The cold wind blowing on his back did not stop him from shouting, and he even said goodbye to the British pilot in English. However, the mutation appeared, and when he pulled the joystick to raise the nose of the plane, a loud bang interrupted all his plans.

"Crackle!"

With a loud bang, the lower wings of the "Fokker Dr.1" rolled out, and immediately his red "Fokker Dr.1" triplane became a biplane.

In the First World War, the wing structure was slightly less powerful when flying with high maneuverability, which seemed to be a common problem for German fighters. For example, when changing from a high-speed dive to pulling up the nose and turning to rise, either flutter occurs, or the wing girder cannot withstand the overload and breaks, which causes the loss of the lower wing and causes the crash.

This was exactly the case with the Red Baron Richthofen.