Vasily really wanted to trouble this reckless German pilot, the scene of Hartmann's rampage just now scared him a lot, and he also saw that the one with this style was obviously a novice pilot, he had seen a lot in the Red Army, this kind of rookie was used to brush up on the results of the veteran, who would he fight if he didn't beat him? It's just that this kid slipped away very fast, and he couldn't see anyone in the blink of an eye. According to his previous character, he must have pursued it relentlessly, but today he finally remembered that he had a group of bombers to cover, and it was inconvenient to come nonsense, so he only cursed a few words of hatred in his heart and continued to pounce forward.

At the pre-departure discussion meeting, it took less than 10 minutes for the whole Vasily formation to discuss the cover and battle plan, and the remaining 20 minutes or so were all used to criticize Novikov -- all the pilots said in unison that Major Vasily was the only one who was looking ahead, and he must show this old bastard a little color with practical actions. Vasily suppressed the impulse in his heart and said in a calmer tone: "Ignore him, let's keep walking, don't get too far away from the bomber group." ”

All the pilots felt that Vasily's personality was as calm as everyone else's, and everyone was trying their best to guess the reason for this playboy's turn of sex, and many people hoped to complete the mission as soon as possible and return to their lives, and they were still waiting to see the scene of Vasily being furious with the commander of the Air Force after returning home.

"Don't be afraid, I'll cover you, calm down as soon as possible after diving, and I'll join you......" There was a long voice in his ears, and Hartman, who had dived away, finally heard something that made him feel reassured while dive-free, and he immediately calmed down according to his order. But he found a plane coming straight from the flank, and he became scared again, and kept maneuvering but could not get rid of the other party. He instinctively wanted to put air defense, but as soon as he thought that he had already run out of bullets in the operation just now, he was gone, and now the plane was completely disarmed, and he had no ability to resist. The two planes were getting closer and closer, and poor Hartmann shrunk his neck, hiding behind the bulletproof steel plate and praying vigorously, and after a long time he wondered why the other party still didn't fire. I'm wondering. A thunderous scolding voice rolled in the headphones: "It's okay, why are you doing so many maneuvers?" Too much fuel to run out? He finally realized that the "enemy plane" he was trying to get rid of just now was the long plane.

He didn't dare to talk back, so he had to tremble and tell the chief plane that he had just spotted a bunch of enemy planes and had run out of bullets.

"Did you hit them?" Captain Lesman asked.

"No ......"

"Ouch......" Lesman sighed. In the end, he could only comfort him, "Although you didn't hit them, but the mistake just now finally broke up their formation, which can make it easier for us to attack the Red Army bombers." It's a bit of a credit. ”

Listen to this compliment. Hartmann's heart was full of joy, and all the frustration was immediately left behind.

"You go back, you can't fight if you stay anyway."

"But...... You ......" Hartman finally remembered that he still had the responsibility to cover the long plane, and his face suddenly turned red to the base of his neck.

"It's okay, I can do it alone." Lesman thought to himself, this guy has run out of bullets, what can he do to cover me? Fortunately, Hartman is usually a good person, and Lesman likes him a lot, although it is inevitable to go back and criticize. But hopefully he can grow up quickly.

"That'...... Sir...... Then I'll go back first. ”

"Be smart on the road and stay safe...... Don't go the way you came. Then you're going to hit that bunch of planes again. ”

"Yes." After ordering Hartmann to return, Lesman and other comrades in the squadron began to attack the Red Army's planes without distraction, and these SB-2 bombers probably did not expect the German planes to wait here to intercept them, and they were in a mess all of a sudden, and the Vasily formation, which was covering the bomber group in the sky, also discovered these German planes, and quickly pounced, and the two sides fought inextricably, and the main combat airspace was far away from the waters of the Don River.

It is said that after Hartman left the original airspace, he suddenly wanted to observe the combat situation on the ground, especially the army of the river meander, and wanted to see where those warships were, so as to point out the direction for himself, and when he was looking down, a shuttle suddenly shot from the opposite side, and before he could react, two more fires swept past the cockpit.

Oh, my God! Why are there a bunch of Red Army planes again? And the height is still so low?

Hartmann was shocked and angry, but unfortunately his plane had long run out of bullets, he could only twist the wings and sway from side to side, trying his best to dodge, he wanted to turn and detach, but the long plane told him that the probability of being hit during the head attack was actually not large, but if anyone couldn't hold on and couldn't stand the pressure to break away first, he would expose the huge fuselage projection to the enemy's gun.

Hartman rushed forward and shouted desperately on the radio: "Sir, I'm surrounded by enemy planes, come and save me......"

"Bastard! Why did this kid rush into the enemy group again. Lesman struggled to deal with the enemy plane in front of him, and at the same time looked into the distance, but he could not find Hartmann.

"Where are you?"

"Shore ...... "Life is at stake...... Hartman told the accurate information in one breath this time. Lesman finally caught a glimpse of the situation over the ships on the Don River, and secretly complained that there were many planes coming, but he couldn't tell where Hartman's plane was. But now all this is no longer important, he instantly figured out everything: the batch of planes he intercepted in front of him was completely a decoy, to lure his own group of planes to take the bait, the enemy's real killer weapon is to send other formations to attack at low altitudes, but now all the planes in the squadron have been entangled by the enemy's escort fighters, and it is not so easy to get out at all.

Lesman, who broke out in a cold sweat, was so anxious that he could only shout on the radio: "Don't panic! Don't panic! I'll let someone else save you......"

In the midst of anxiety, a calm voice cut into the channel: "I'm Günter Ral, what's going on?" ”

"There was a bunch of enemy planes over the Don that were going to attack the warship, and then we were entangled and couldn't get out."

"I see, you guys continue on the mission, I'll solve their ......"

In the course of their exchange, poor Hartmann was finally hit by his good fortune, and he saw smoke coming out of his engine, and the whole plane was quickly planted into the river.

"Am I going to die here today?" Hartman felt a burst of fear for no reason, but no matter how hard he tried, the plane still couldn't pull up, he decisively chose to parachute, and jumped out of the cockpit with instinct and all his strength. With a "peng", the parachute quickly opened, and Hartman only felt that he was being forced to hold himself up as he was falling quickly, and while controlling the parachute, he couldn't help but look up at the sky, trying to see who knocked him down.

Suddenly, he found a plane painted with an iron cross in the clouds, this plane was completely different from the Bf-109 he was flying, the nose was thicker, but it was definitely not the Fw-190, because it was smaller than the Fw-190, and the length was not as good as the Fw-190, but the wingspan ratio was significantly higher than that of the Fw-190.

I saw that the new plane did not hurry to throw away the auxiliary fuel tank under the belly of the plane, and only fired lightly twice, and an SB-2 bomber with bombs hanging on it before it had time to drop the bomb was hit by the engine, and then he also emitted black smoke like Hartman's landline, and finally fell into the water.

"Good!" Hartmann couldn't help but shout and cheer for his comrades, and before he could come to his senses, the plane immediately bit the tail of a Yak-3 with an incredibly fast horizontal roll, and fired continuously with less than 30 rounds of ammunition, and the fuel tank of the Red Army plane was immediately penetrated and caught fire, and the unlucky Yak-3 pilot could only parachute in a hurry.

Hartman now finally saw clearly, this plane is piloted by the current number one ace of the JG52 Wing, Günter Lahr, and the tail fin is densely painted with his downed results, although the other party's name has been circulating in the troops, but he has never witnessed him on the spot, and today he has the privilege to watch, he can't help but cheer loudly, completely forgetting that he is in the process of parachuting, and what will happen next is still uncertain.

After shooting down 2 enemy planes in a row, Günther-Ral's plane was finally bitten by the enemy, and he couldn't get rid of it quickly after making a few moves, he simply chose to dive down and break away, only to see Gunter-Ral's plane getting lower and lower, and the enemy's bullets rang out around him, from a height of 1800 meters to an ultra-low altitude of less than 100 meters, Hartmann's heart was in his throat, and finally when he was close to the water, Hartmann could see clearly, Gunter-Lal was almost close to the water before pulling the plane up, He bet that the height was less than 5 meters at that time, and the attention of the pursuing plane behind was probably focused on Günter Lal, and the reaction was not timely enough, and it actually fell headlong into the Don River and could not fly.

Pretty! 3：0！

Hartman, who was fascinated by it, shouted loudly and cheered, he not only witnessed a wonderful battle, but also quickly reflected on the shortcomings in his own combat process in combination with today's encounter, perhaps because he was too involved, he rushed into the Don River unexpectedly, and poured a few mouthfuls of cold Don River water into his nose and mouth. He tried to shout "Help!" as he threw himself in the water to keep himself from sinking! Help me! I hope to attract the attention of the warships not far away, otherwise they will really be frozen in the Don River. (To be continued.) )