Two ME-262A-1a fighters turned around, like nimble swallows, and pounced on the Soviet reconnaissance plane.

As if it found itself in danger, the reconnaissance plane, which had been circling in the air, suddenly turned around, turned its back to Major Novotny and launched a diagonal dive towards the ground, and made an emergency left turn.

As a veteran of air combat, Major Novotny knew that the opponent wanted to use the dive to gain more speed, so as to get rid of himself.

If you are driving a ME-109 or an FW-190, you are really likely to be escaped by the guy in front of you, but you are driving a "Swallow", and the specific speed is your specialty.

Following the trail of the Soviet reconnaissance plane, Major Novotny followed and dived down, cutting in advance to the direction where the enemy plane might appear after the turn, at this time, the speed of the ME-262 was close to 1,000 kilometers per hour.

The two sides quickly closed the distance, and the Soviet reconnaissance plane drew an arc and just entered the crosshair of the EZ-42 gyroscope sight, and at this time, the distance between the two sides was only more than 300 meters.

Major Novotny could fully imagine that the pilot of the reconnaissance plane on the opposite side was full of panic in his heart at this time, but he did not have any mercy and chose to open fire without hesitation.

The MK-108 30-mm guns and the MK-151 20-mm guns spewed tongues of fire and fired deadly shells at the enemy.

After only one round of firing, the wing on the right side of the reconnaissance plane in front broke in two, rolled in a spiral and fell to the ground, and the pilot did not even have a chance to parachute.

After taking out the first enemy, Major Novotny and Ensign Schnoel returned to an altitude of about 5,500 meters to continue their patrol, but soon received a report from the 8th Squadron ME-109G fighters.

"Mr. Major, the Russians are here, there are a lot of them, it seems that they have a big operation today, we will go first."

The Russians came, and there were a lot of them····· Where are they, why don't I see it, are they scraping the ground again?

Major Novotny turned the plane, tilted the fuselage to the left, turned his head to look low, and sure enough, he saw clouds of gray-black gunpowder smoke bursting from the air below, and the fighters chased each other and rolled across the sky.

"Major, someone is coming, ahead of us." Ensign Schnoor's voice came over the radio.

Major Novotny flated the plane and squinted into the distance, and sure enough, he saw two black dots in the distance, and the height of the two sides was about the same.

The opponent did not pull up, let alone dive to dodge, and Major Novotny immediately judged the opponent's intentions.

The other party should be confident in the hovering or rolling ability of their aircraft, so as not to pull up the altitude.

"Don't hide, meet it head-on." Major Novotny said.

The two ME-262A-1a fighters also did not make any evasive maneuvers and rushed head-on towards the two Soviet fighters in front.

Four fighters charge face to face, like medieval knights in heavy armor fighting a duel.

You are seeking your own death, God bless you.

Major Novotny slipped the opponent's fighter into the crosshair of the EZ-42 sight.

As an old bird, he clearly knew that the enemy fighters at this time were usually 20 mm aviation guns with large-caliber machine guns as weapons, and the same was true for German propeller fighters.

Its own fighter jets are equipped with two MK-108 30mm guns, which are absolutely a one-hit kill for vulnerable fighters on the battlefield.

As long as it hits, a 30 mm caliber shell is enough for the opposing fighter to go to another world.

The other side dared to face the muzzles of two 30-mm aerial guns head-on, and it was really the fearlessness of the ignorant.

Facing each other, the distance between the two sides was narrowed in an instant, and the four fighters opened fire one after another, spitting deadly tongues of fire at each other.

"Bang ······" Major Novotny had a cobweb-like crack in the windshield in front of his eyes, and the 90 mm thick bulletproof glass provided him with adequate protection.

Two Soviet fighters of unknown type exploded in volleys, and the fighter located opposite Major Novotny was hit by a 30-mm shell on the propeller, which fell off the fuselage and fell to the ground with a firelight.

Major Novotny breathed a sigh of relief as he shook his head and allowed the plane to pass past the smoke and dust from the two enemy planes.

Flying a new fighter on its own has once again withstood the test, at least in terms of firepower, it can be said that it has an overwhelming advantage.

"Major, this style of play is really exciting."

"It's also the first time for me, the Russians are coming from the north, let's go to the north and have a look."

The two planes flew straight to the north where the enemy planes had flown from, and soon met the two fighters again, but something very embarrassing happened to them.

The opposing fighters did not seem to detect them, and dived low to attack the other German fighters.

"Sure enough, scraping the ground is the way the Russians fight, and what we just encountered is an alternative among the Russians. Let's go down. ”

The two fighters made a sharp turn and rushed to a low altitude following the traces of the two enemy planes just now.

The altitude quickly dropped from more than 5,000 meters to less than 3,000 meters, and the plane piloted by Major Novotny was like a swallow skimming the water, and the four cannons were the swallow's feet, gently hooking the body of the enemy plane below.

The shell hit the cockpit of the enemy plane, a large hole was made in the cabin glass, and the pilot's head burst open along with the upper body, and he fell to the ground with the runaway plane.

A Soviet fighter turned its nose and chased after Major Novotny, who ignored it and just made a roll to the left, and then began to climb high into the air with the enemy plane in hot pursuit.

During the climb, the major shook his body from side to side to increase the difficulty of aiming at the enemy planes behind him, and from time to time he looked back at the enemy planes behind him, keenly aware that the distance between the enemy planes and himself was getting farther and farther.

I have two engines, and it's a jet engine, you only have one, I don't believe you can climb faster than me, Major Novotny is confident in the performance of the aircraft he flies.

The enemy planes behind him seemed to be aware of their inferiority, and when they saw that they could not catch up, they resolutely gave up.

Now it was my turn, and Major Novotny first switched to level flight, then turned the nose of the nose and recoil in the direction where the enemy plane was last seen.

After searching for about a minute, the major did not find the enemy plane, and at the same time lost track of Ensign Schnoel, and the two could only communicate by radio.

The enemy should be at a low altitude, they don't like to come to a high altitude.

The major lowered the plane to an altitude of 3500 meters and continued to search for traces of enemy aircraft, but to no avail.

"Boom ·····" Shells suddenly burst through the air next to the fighter, and the fighter was quickly surrounded by clouds of black smoke.

There was a "clanging" crash, and there were many small cracks in the cabin cover, and the major's hands trembled in fright, and even the plane shook with him.

Anti-aircraft guns, there are Russians on the ground who are firing at themselves, they should be of medium caliber, Major Novotny decisively judged.

Looking towards the ground, Major Novotny squinted and saw an ant-like object crawling on a "thin line".

The thin line is the highway, the ants should be the vehicles, so many ants are crawling, indicating that a large number of enemies are marching south.

This is important information that should be made known to the Storm Birds.

Major Novotny decided that professional things should be done by professional people, summoning the "Storm Bird".

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