The speed of the BF109 is much faster than that of the I-15, and the Soviet army escorts all transport aircraft with the I-153 model, which is a strengthened version of this series.

It has two main wings, and the reason is precisely the poor engine power, and in order to get enough lift, it has to keep more wings. Therefore, the thrust was far inferior to that of the German fighters, and the speed was even worse than 200 kilometers per hour.

In air combat, it is very difficult to fight BF109 one-on-one. German planes can quickly pull up or dive, throw off the trailing Soviet planes, and even maneuver to the rear of the Soviet planes at high speed to counterattack.

However, the Seagull fighter (I-153) also had its own advantages, and most of the people sent by Tupikov to fight were veterans who had flown longer, so the Soviet army had a lot of combat experience. Taking advantage of the dexterity of his own aircraft, the pilots quickly performed a circus-like juggling move when they were pursued, maneuvering sideways under enemy bullets.

Coupled with the numerical superiority of the Soviet fighters, only ten BF109s could not shake this huge fleet.

Commander Ivanov watched the battle with a nervous expression and roared at the machine gunner on the top of the bomber he was sitting on: "Hit me hard, don't skimp on bullets!" ”

At the same time, he actively liaises with the swamps, and the radio signal gets better and better as the distance gets closer. The planes were heading in the direction of the Pripet River, and in order to avoid the battle, the bombers were swarmed to avoid the enemy planes. Most of the planes dodged the enemy planes, and below them, a large number of Soviet fighters were dogfighting with the enemy planes.

The scene was unusually chaotic, with wingtip currents piercing the air, and smoke trails from condensation everywhere in the melee.

Ivanov finished communicating with the swamp and yelled into the microphone: "Frog! Frog! I'm an eagle! I'm an eagle, we were intercepted by enemy aircraft! We're being intercepted by the ground! ”

At the headquarters of the 284th Division in Catfish Village, the radio officer was frightened by the sudden roar and got goosebumps, and immediately took off the headset and handed it to the chief and deputy division commander who was waiting beside him.

Yevlov turned the headset and microphone and heard the other party's repeated words. He calmly replied: "Frog received!" Frog received! We are waiting! Complete. ”

Ivanov was ecstatic, and the group of planes moved closer to the swamp while fighting. The enemy's fighter jets have been entangled, will the rest of the enemy's air force units also take to the skies for the worst of the enemy? If that's the case, that's too bad.

Through his report, Yang Mingzhi and Yevlov also knew what was happening now.

"What can I do, our friend has been attacked, and the enemy fighter has shot down a transport plane." Yevlov asked Yang Mingzhi, hoping that he would say something.

Yang Mingzhi knew that he really had no choice, so he said helplessly: "We are infantry, how can we go to the sky?" We can only keep waiting. ”

"Heavenly?" Yevlov suddenly thought of one, "Don't we still have a fighter?" The pilot, Podovich, had always hoped that he would be able to take to the skies and continue fighting, and now I think he was lucky enough to have waited for his chance. ”

Yang Mingzhi suddenly realized, and his excitement was beyond words. "You're right, we can't just carry empty sacks and ask our allies for food, we have to contribute some strength, even if the strength is a little meager, we still have to show our attitude."

The two planned to quickly recruit that Podovich and pull the plane out of the hangar and fill him with the remaining fuel. Just as the two were discussing this, the radio officer objected somewhat inappropriately. "Comrade division commander, our radio station relies on oil-fired generators to generate electricity. Do we need to take out the spare fuel as well? ”

"Yes, that's it. Your objection is very reasonable, but in extraordinary times, we don't have to care about these pots and jars. Among the gifts given to us by friendly forces is fuel, which is to provide fuel for generators and so on, and for the sake of smooth communication in the future. Yang Mingzhi truthfully explained that the radio station also settled down.

At this moment, a new voice came from the other side of the group. Ivanov was very worried that he would be thwarted by more enemy planes, and that the fleet was about to reach its destination. "You'd better build defenses on the ground and set up some anti-aircraft machine guns. Our fleet has to lower its altitude to prepare for the airdrop, and you have to provide us with tactical cover. ”

Yang Mingzhi and Yevlov immediately agreed to the man's request, and the troops did not have anti-aircraft machine guns, so they had to use small arms instead. The members of the guard company acted as heralds to inform the battalions and companies of the order, and the soldiers immediately went into combat readiness and waited with their guns pointed to the sky.

The order from the division headquarters also reached Podovich, and since he and his planes were useless, he himself was like an ordinary soldier, except that he was not an ordinary combat infantryman. He knew that he could fly airplanes, and it was rare to have such a specialty in the army. Unexpectedly, today's operation actually included him flying the plane to take off again.

The excited Podovich perked up: "It's gold that always shines, blue sky!" I'm coming! ”

His fighter was towed out, the machine gun that had been removed was reinstalled, and the bullet was stuffed into the nose...... Precious fuel filled the mailbox, and he put on his leather hood, put on his goggles, and sat alone in the cabin.

"Hurry up! Homosexuals! You're going to fight right now! The makeshift pilot in the hangar made a loud gesture, and Podovich waved his right fist.

The propeller spun desperately, and the plane gradually took off towards the east.

Podovich kissed the joystick and silently said: "Honey, we are in heaven again!" We're going to have to fight at least one this time! He imagined his fighter jet as a pretty teenage girl, or even his wife. This concept is still what his flight instructor said, "Only the integration of man and machine can become an ace pilot." To know your plane is like knowing your wife, to go deep into her body, and you are one. ”

At that time, the coach said these words quite roughly, and the students laughed. But apparently most people can't do that, even himself. Of the fifty fighters, only one survived, the others were shot down.

Podovich knew he was lucky to survive, and now he boasted that he had done a lot of homework and that the new battle would be rewarding.

The group is still heading northwest, and dog fights are taking place. Since German planes did not have to fly very far to go into battle, they had very much fuel and spent a long time in the air. And the Soviet planes were terrible, the escorting Seagull fighters were taking risks, their fuel was wasting so much that as the battle deepened, the Soviet planes had to go on the defensive.

Soon, Podovich saw the air battle that was taking place, and saw the planes falling with billowing black smoke.

"You're so unlucky, you're so unlucky!" He clearly saw that the unlucky cars were the same model as himself, which was hard not to think of himself. "Honey, you have to be mentally prepared, I will also be very calm."

Podovich pumped himself up, increased the throttle valve, and the speed began to increase.

His appearance was very sudden, and a BF109 was targeted by him. Because it was a slightly dive attack, a precise strike, the enemy plane was shot in the tail, and the rudder was torn off, and it quickly fell, thus saving the Soviet plane that was being chased by it.

A strong enemy appeared halfway through! The downed German pilot was yelling over the radio, then opened the hatch and parachuted away.

Podovich saw the white jellyfish-like existence, "You guy is lucky, since you have parachuted, I will not hit you." ”

He quickly changed his target, but was thwarted by two enemy planes. The machine gun was chasing him, and Podovich was more ornate and agile in a small space, like a monkey. The Seagull's short and stubby body can change its posture wildly, which dazzles the German pilots.

But escaping is not a good idea, and he needs the cooperation of his allies. The friendly forces were very cooperative, and Ivanov concluded that this man must have been reinforcements from the swamp, even if it was only one man.

The 284th Division had airfields and, possibly, planes, after all, a little more than a month ago, Chief of Staff Tupikov was very much in favor of its air replenishment. At that time, the swamp was not an isolated island, and this time the situation was much worse, and the essence was to continue to complete the necessary air supply to the Soviet troops in the swamp.

The originally low morale was exchanged, and the Soviet pilots saw the presence of a pilot who seemed to be an ace. It can dodge bullets well on the battlefield, and this fighter interprets it very well.

Gradually, the numerical inferiority of the German fighters was revealed, four of the ten were lost, and one was forced to withdraw from the battle due to wing injury. The remaining five BF109s found themselves losing the suddenness of the battle, and they all along felt that the group was going to bomb somewhere, but they didn't expect them to fly towards the swamp.

Their captain knew that the battle had been lost, and that if he continued to fight, he would be completely annihilated. It was more difficult to attack the enemy's bombers, being hit by their twin large-caliber machine guns, one bullet could make a large hole, and at high speed, two shots could break the wings.

The German planes were forced to retreat, lowered their altitude and flew east.

The Soviet fighters did not continue the pursuit, the mission came first. After the loss of ten fighters, the fleet was rebuilt in formation.

Podovich can be sure that he shot down one, wounded one, and accomplished his set goal. Now he flew directly in front of the group, twisting his wings.

"He's going to pick us up, Misha, follow this guy." Ivanov ordered the pilots that now with the guidance of friendly forces, the fleet can fly more steadily.

Soon there was a roar in the sky, and Yang Mingzhi and Yevlov stood outdoors when they heard the wind.

Carambola walked out of the hospital very curiously, putting aside the work of washing and bandaging for the time being. She pulled Natasha and ran towards the division, knowing that her husband was there.

"Honey, why are you here! There are still many wounded in the hospital. Yang Mingzhi said a little angrily.

"I'm worried about you."

She deliberately pouted and was cute, and Yang Mingzhi suddenly had nothing to say. I saw her looking into the distance in the direction of the sound.

"Attention, the sun is harsh." Yang Mingzhi instructed, "Since you both are here, then wait well, it will definitely be a parachute in the sky for a while, don't be stunned." (To be continued.) )