Mike. Lang's Falmont F.20 aircraft turned the rudder with difficulty, trying to escape from the opponent's pursuit.

It is a biplane, propeller rear propelled aircraft.

It has the inherent drawbacks of a pusher, being bulky and maneuverable. The only advantage is that because the propeller is mounted in the rear of the fuselage, it is capable of equipping a forward-firing machine gun.

Such aircraft in the Allied Fokker . Before the EIII came out, it was one of the few aircraft that could effectively conduct air combat.

Now, Mike. Lang needed to redirect his bulky propulsion plane, or he would be shot down by the German planes trailing behind.

In order to be able to escape the enemy's fire, he twisted his head from time to time to observe the position of the German plane behind him, and the control stick in his hand moved back and forth, adjusting the attitude of the plane in the air.

It was a Fokker who was following him. Type EIII aircraft.

It has a mid-wing wing, pull-wires everywhere, and a modest engine that keeps it fighting and speed at average levels.

However, for the Entente pilots, it was a kind of guy who could kill people. In particular, when it erupted tongues of fire from its propellers (it was the only aircraft at the time to be equipped with a firing coordinator), it became a nightmare for every Allied pilot in World War I.

With the intermittent sound of bursting, the bullets made a "buzzing" sound like some small insects flying by. It's some smoky, deadly bug. Where the plane is occasionally hit by machine-gun bullets, there is a frightening "whoop" sound.

"My God......"

Mike. At this time, as usual, Lang began to believe in the "Almighty" God. And when he shouted, there was a peculiar tremor in his throat, which made the Heavy believe in God with him, and it seemed that he had the gift of being a missionary.

Although a few glasses of liquor would have made him forget about the existence of this "omnipotent" and consider himself "omnipotent" when he returned to the base bar, it was clearly time to believe in God.

With an occasional flick, he saw an opportunity.

A large triangular "kite" was gliding slowly to the right below, he told himself.

"Brother Jack, this might be an opportunity! As long as you can glide over that kite! ”

Mike. Lang's plan was simple, that is, to slide down and go around the triangular "kite".

In this way, this "kite" that I don't know who flew may be able to block out Fokker. EIII's sight, then he himself can take this opportunity to escape or attack.

Tang Yunyang, who was under the delta wing, twisted his neck and looked around, he was puzzled where he was.

"What the is this place!"

His height was quite low, and the wide delta wings completely obscured the view from above. However, judging by the sound, the air battle should have taken place not far from above. And as the engine sound became more and more violent, it showed that the battle was getting closer and closer to him.

Tang Yunyang, who was almost in a cold sweat on his head, knew that Mike. Lang's plan, he just wanted to land down quickly and escape from the battlefield first. As soon as you pull your own delta wing tripod, lower the elevation angle of the delta wing and start to dive downward.

Now he has deeply appreciated the loveliness of the earth, especially on this real battlefield.

"Damn Kite ......"

Mike. Lang cursed, and when he looked back, the kite was now making an incredible dive to the right, and he could see that there seemed to be a man hanging under the delta wing.

Mike. Lang's angry scolding was because the dive of the "kite" had deprived him of his only chance, and the result would have killed him in Faulk. Under the machine gun of the EIII.

Sure enough, before waiting for Mike. After Lang finished scolding, a burst of machine-gun bullets swept over. The bullet was so close that he felt the "hot" heat of the bullet as it passed past his face.

With a "Peng", the carotid artery of the machine gunner in front of him was hit, and a large stream of blood spurted out. He sat behind the machine gunner, blood blowing in his face by the wind, very cold and almost completely "smeared" the goggles to obscure his vision.

In a "crackling" sound, the hit lower wing was swept away by the rushing wind, and the thin upper wing also swayed up and down. Lang thought it would break off immediately.

"Fuck ......"

Mike. Lang cursed loudly and flew the plane towards the trees below from the clearing between them, he was about to make a crash landing.

Coincidentally, Tang Yunyang also chose this place as a place to land, after all, there are trees and houses here to take refuge.

Probably because of the panic, when he was about to land, he used to slow down and push forward the operation of the tripod deformed, and when he encountered a headwind, the entire delta wing flipped over, and Tang Yunyang also became a head-on posture.

"Ahh

He covered his eyes with his arms and screamed frantically.

Yes, as long as he is a normal person, he sees a plane that is almost about to pounce on his face, and if he does not make such a scream, it can only mean a problem, and he is frightened and fainted.

"Whew" hot air, with the smell of exhaust gases and engine oil.

There was a crashing sound, and it was clear that the plane had not landed well.

Tang Yunyang easily freed those safety ropes and other things from the delta wing, slid down the tree and hurriedly ran towards the plane.

"Good guy, hit it hard!"

The plane crashed into a few sparse trees, and the machine gunner in front of him was on his back, covered in blood. The pilot's head hit the dashboard and is now lying there, but it doesn't seem to be bleeding much.

"Hey, are you dead? You're dead, don't you ......"

Probably because of the first time he went to the real battlefield, Tang Yunyang's question was a little wrong, and he couldn't take care of it in a hurry.

"Oh......"

The pilot snorted, raised his head and glanced at him with blank eyes, then rolled his eyes and fell down.

Tang Yunyang found that this guy was actually an Oriental face, and he muttered in his heart.

"I don't know if it's Chinese or Japanese, if it's the latter, should it be treated as if you didn't see it?"

"Well, this thing works!"

Tang Yunyang caught a glimpse of the revolver exposed in the other party's arms.

"Poof...... Burst...... Poof"

An ominous sound came, and as the sound grew, the machine-gun bullets that hit the ground kicked up a long worm-like dust and rushed towards their location. Before he had time to think about it, he struggled to drag the pilot's body out of the plane, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

"Poof...... Burst...... Poof"

The sound of a barrage of bullets hitting the ground swept past the plane engine with a loud sound.

Tang Yunyang reached out and took out his revolver and stuffed it into his leather jacket, then walked towards the woods, and said loudly as he went: "Rest in peace, Japanese pig!" ”