"Bastard! Bastard! Lesman cursed loudly with red eyes, and the smart ME109 completely turned into a mad dog in his hands, desperately pounced on the MS.406 that had killed his comrade. 【Cat Flutter Fastest and most complete update free】

The French fighter also seized the opportunity and rained a rain of bullets on the ME109, which did not maneuver at all, giving Lesmann several more holes in his plane.

The MS.406, which shot down Albano, was going to end with a graceful small radius maneuver after confirming the results, but its pilot saw a frenzied Lesman rushing towards him halfway through the roundabout, and he had to end the maneuver in a panic and dodge the attack with the pain of the high g.

Where is Lesman willing to let go of this man who killed his comrade-in-arms? He also made a difficult small radius turn, ignoring the "groaning in pain" airplane, biting the MS.406 behind it, and firing all his cannon shells at it.

Once again, the German craftsmanship proved to be strong, and the tattered ME109 withstood the high G without disintegrating, keeping up with the MS.406 almost unscathed, and sending more than a dozen shells into its body.

After narrowly shooting down the fighter plane to avenge Albano, Lesman also recovered from his grief and regained the composure that a pilot should have, but now it was clear that his composure could no longer save the German fighter with holes.

Looking at his remaining ammo and smoking body, and then at the D.501 that was biting behind him, Lesman smiled wryly and pushed open the cockpit to prepare for a parachute.

Just as he was about to abandon the fighter plane that had been with him for a long time, the D.501 that had been following him behind him was volleyed into fireworks, and then an HS-129 whistled over the head of poor Lesman, who was slow.

"Look down on German attack aircraft, eh? Look down on German attack aircraft ?! "The arrogant voice of the pilot of the German attack aircraft was heard over the radio.

His own fighter was turned into fireworks by the attack aircraft, which startled the pilot of the only remaining MS.406, who looked at Lesmann, who was still flying despite the smoke, and then at the menacing formation of German attack aircraft, and was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and fled at full speed towards the road from which he came.

1 dozen 4? You can't beat it, the French pilot thought.

"Man, I'm sorry......" The German fighter pilot said to Lesmann regretfully over the radio.

"Ugh." Lesman closed the cockpit back and sat down, "It's fine, but I don't think I can fly back." ”

"Then you can skydive!" The pilot of the attack aircraft said in a hurry.

"No, I want to go see my buddy!" Lesman maneuvered the scarred ME109 to make a heavy U-turn and glide in the direction of Albano's fall, "Remember to tell the ground troops that I am here, I don't want to walk back." ”

"Okay man, good luck." The German attack aircraft swung its wings in respect of Lesmann and flew towards the airfield, equally scarred.

Covered in smoke, the tattered ME109 still looked so beautiful gliding in the air, and under Lesman's manipulation, it landed safely on the ground, dragging out a long ravine.

Lesman pushed open the cockpit canopy and jumped out of the plane, looking at the wreckage of ME109 still burning not far away, he slowly sat on the ground and fell asleep tiredly by leaning on the scarred plane behind him.

After a long time, it was getting dark, and Lesman was awakened by the roar of the engine and the blinding lights, and he looked up in a daze, raised his hand to cover the light directly on him, and looked at the steel beast in front of him.

The Iron Behemoth's painting of a shield with a missing mouth in the upper right corner indicates the army to which it belongs, the German SS Panzer Corps.

"Hey, man, want a ride?" A flirtatious voice came, "I don't think you want to walk on your own in this wilderness." ”

"Well, that's exactly what I mean." Lesman staggered to his feet, then climbed onto top of the steel behemoth, and when Lesman came up, the behemoth staggered back onto the road, keeping up with the tank in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Joseph and we belong to the 101st Heavy Tank Destroyer Battalion of the SS Führer Guard Banner." Joseph stretched out his hand to Lesman and said affectionately.

Lesman stretched out his hand and shook Joseph's hand, and said, "I'm Lesman, and I belong to the 7th Squadron of the 3rd Group of the 52nd Fighter Wing of the Air Force. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the four tanks lined up with their backs to Germany, and asked hesitantly, "Uh, you guys, are you here to pick me up?" ”

"It's not." Before Joseph could speak, a hatch beside Lesman was lifted, and a man crawled out of it, "I'm Michelle Hartmann, the captain of car 1331." ”

"Hello." Lesman and Hartmann shook hands.

"Our mission is to support the three battalions and one company of the 137th Regiment of the Panzergrenadier Division 'Berissingen', and it was Joseph and Schmidt's idea to pick you up." Wittmann explained his mission to Lesman, and then added, "I squinted for a moment, so I ......"

"......" Lesman was speechless, he thought the tank was here to take him back to the airport.

He especially wanted to ask now, is it too late to get out of the car? I want to go back to the airport!

"I said it, hitchhike." Joseph explained from the side.

"What are you doing here?" Wittman glanced at his loader.

"I, I'm basking in the moonlight." Joseph scratched his head and sneered.

"Hurry back!" Wittman commanded with a frown.

"Understood!" Joseph saluted, hurriedly climbed back through the hatch, and muttered as he crawled, "God, I don't know if those tough guys are still alive." ”

Lesman thought back to the battle situation he had seen during the day, and hesitated: "The battle situation there is a bit bad, maybe ......"

Wittman looked at the firelight in the distance and whispered, "If they die, I will avenge them." ”

Then he looked at Lesman and asked, "You must have been waiting for the Air Force to send a car to pick you up, right?" I'm sorry my men messed up your plan, but the war is urgent, so we can't send you back, or you can get off here?" ”

Get off here? You have taken me away from where I landed, can the people who picked me up in this wilderness find this? Lesman thought helplessly.

"Forget it, I'd better go back to the battlefield with you." Lesman sighed and said, "Can you get in touch with it?" Please, tell me to the Air Force that I'm with you. ”

"Okay." Wittman nodded, and then ordered to the mechanical and electrical officer in the car, "Varna Iregon, you tell your superiors that Sergeant Lesman of the 7th Squadron of the 3rd Group of the 52nd Air Force is with us, so that the Air Force side should not worry." ”

"Understood." Varna Iregon, the mechanic, replied.

"We'll get to the place later, so you can get out of the car first." Wittman said to Lesman again, "There is no extra space in the car, you are more dangerous in the car." ”

"yes, okay."