"Hehe, don't you understand, kid, this is energy flight, and victory in air combat must be on the side with energy superiority!"

Richthofen, who flew almost entirely on instinct, naturally did not understand what "energy air warfare" was all about, a theory that originated at the end of World War II and matured in the modern era of the twenty-first century.

In the second round of the battle, the men had their own strengths and weaknesses, with Tang Yunyang's subtle climb giving him an altitude advantage, which was offset by the Albatross D's more dynamic power than Newburgh 11.

"It seems that they will have to do a 'hedging' to decide who is the pursuer."

There is no doubt that in the confrontation between the up-and-coming "Satanic Eagle" on the Entente side and the flying genius "Red Baron", the fancy and practical maneuvers that brought out the performance of the aircraft to the extreme were as fancy and practical as a flight show made most of the pilots on the Entente side have this opinion.

But the pilots of the French "Flying Stork Squadron" and the German flying team did not see it that way.

"It's over! This time the Old One's Eagle is going to be finished! ”

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The Satan Eagle, this is the "nickname" given to Tang Yunyang by the German pilots, this nickname comes from the last air battle, his dazzling maneuvering flight easily shot down four "Albatross D" records, which won the respect of the German pilots, but also because the "eagle emblem" on his fuselage glittering with steel became another source of his "nickname".

As proud air knights, they will not easily draw conclusions about the duel between Tang Yunyang and Richthofen. Because their two "hedges" like butterflies have made most pilots recognize their strength.

Now, the reason why they regret that the Satanic Eagle will be defeated is because of Tang Yunyang's position.

At this moment, the "Newburgh 11" he piloted broke into one of the "death traps" laid by the ground anti-aircraft guns, and experienced pilots could see at a glance that his flight altitude was within the range of those anti-aircraft artillery attacks.

That's why these scurrying Teutonic knights let out a sigh in their hearts.

In their minds, flying geniuses like Tang Yunyang and Richthofen should not have fallen under shrapnel from artillery fire on the ground. Pilots like them should fall together with their opponents in the last air battle in the last air battle when they shoot the last bullet.

No matter what others think, Tang Yunyang, who has reached the "death trap", began to meet his fate. The sounds of anti-aircraft fire could be heard from the forest in the belly of the plane, and they were a reminder that he was in an extremely dangerous situation.

Tang Yunyang poked his head out from the side of the plane and looked down, it seemed that the entire forest was firing together, and in the flickering light of the stars, there was a string of machine guns like necklaces, and a large cloud of gray-white smoke emitted from the anti-cannon fire.

"My God~~!"

Tang Yunyang roared, subconsciously waved the joystick in his hand, and began to evade the ground anti-aircraft artillery fire.

A large number of cannon shells flew out of the forest and exploded accurately near the fuselage of the "Newburgh 11". This made the hearts of all the pilots who were concerned about this aerial duel sink at the same time.

They saw the "Newburgh 11" glide left and right under fire, and then as if it had been hit, it plunged headlong from the sky to the ground.

"It's over, that's it for the Satanic Eagle!"

While everyone's hearts sank, there was a little vague hope in their hearts. Because Tang Yunyang's "Newburgh 11" did not emit black smoke as if the engine or fuselage was hit, although he had fallen among everyone.

"Look, what is that bastard doing?"

This exclamation, like the fall of the "Satanic Eagle", came from the chests of all pilots, hostile or not, soaring in the sky.

Like a bolt of lightning, an "Albatross D" was rushing towards Tang Yunyang's side from somewhere behind him, and the skull logo on the fuselage indicated its identity.

It was clear that his purpose was to stop him from the ground artillery fire, which the pilots despised, and that he would pay a fair price for the duel with his body and his life. At the very least, such a common fall would not in any way detract from the dignity of his status as a Silesian nobleman.

"Like a knight, like a knight man, God is with you!"

Rushing to Tang Yunyang's side was Germany's future air hero, the "Red Baron" Richthofen, who drove his "Albatross D" headlong into the ground and fired into Tang Yunyang's artillery fire.

Now, the only hope is that when the ground artillery fire sees this scene, it can stop the artillery attack in time, otherwise they will shoot down an Allied plane and shoot down their own plane from the sky.

In the cockpit of the "Newburgh 11", which was swooping upwards, the excessive airspeed caused the fierce and cold wind to rush towards him, and they were as strong as a sponge filled with water, firmly blocking Tang Yunyang's mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe effectively.

The nose of the "Newburgh 11", which continued to dive almost vertically, pointed at a rotating green forest, and anti-aircraft guns were arranged in the glades that were firing at him. They held their heads high, and every time they shot into the sky, there was a heavy roar, especially the flames that erupted from the muzzles of those guns, which made Tang Yunyang, who was in danger, break out in a cold sweat.

"thief, he's going to die here!"

If Tang Yunyang can think of a thousand possible ways to die for himself, then he is now facing the one he is least willing to choose. As a pilot, he would rather die in aerial combat where he could use his own ingenuity to the fullest.

Up to now, Tang Yunyang was only hovering on the verge of death, and the first round of anti-aircraft artillery fire had not caused any effective damage to him or his plane at all in his drunken sweat-like flight.

The danger he faced was of his own making.

In the face of ground anti-aircraft fire, the best way to dodge is to change your altitude in the most rapid way. In view of the weak power of the Newburgh 11, he chose to dive downward at a large angle.

As for the other problems that come with a dive, it is better to parachute to escape than to blow an anti-aircraft gun, the most hated thing for pilots, to pieces.

Now, the rapidly changing altitude had taken him out of the reach covered by the enemy's anti-aircraft guns, but the problem of the dive was now getting worse.

As for the severity, it has even reached the point of life-threatening possibility!