Hartman climbed off his fighter jet and handed his flying helmet to the ground crew apprentice in charge of his plane.

He stood next to his TA-152 fighter jet and waited for his pilot to come over, and the two of them walked back to the lounge together.

Today is the day they are on duty, and it is also Hartman's fifth combat duty. In the course of these five shifts, he turned his plane into a different look.

On the edge under the canopy of his cockpit, there are markings representing the downed enemy aircraft, where the results of eleven enemy aircraft have already been marked.

Originally, the symbols used by the Air Force to mark the results of the battle were used in a chaotic manner by various units, but later the Führer himself set the symbols and used a unified symbol.

Now, a five-centimeter vertical line for the Luftwaffe means shooting down an enemy aircraft - the more vertical lines, the more enemy aircraft will be shot down.

Shoot down a heavy bomber, indicated by a wide vertical line; If ten enemy aircraft were shot down, it was indicated by a hollow vertical bar.

Only a super-ace pilot who shot down more than 100 enemy planes can draw his record on the tail rudder of the aircraft, where the area is larger!

So, on Hartman's plane now, there are only two vertical wires - one of which is hollow and the other is solid.

For this record, Hartman, who had just joined the front-line combat and was still a wingman, was already very satisfied.

"It's a pity that we didn't see enemy planes today." Carrying the notebook, the pilot of the long plane walked over with a smile, patted Hartman's slightly thin shoulder and said.

Hartman took the soft hat from his ground apprentice, buckled it diagonally over his head, and grinned, "No regrets, this means that we have won again." ”

"It's good that you can think so. Some newcomers care too much about their results, but it's completely unnecessary. The pilot of the long plane said as he handed the patrol report to Hartman.

Hartman tucked his report under the long plane's report and handed it to the officers at the ground command center who had come to collect it.

The major took the report, put it in his briefcase without reading it, and joked with a smile: "Still complaining about your wingman?" I think he's the best wingman in our airport! ”

The mistake that had just entered the war made Hartmann the laughing stock of the entire airport. The pilots appointed by the Führer, pilots who had failed to achieve good results in school, shot at their own long planes the first time they went to battle.

After the catastrophe, the long machine didn't like this nervous novice very much. He had complained to his superiors more than once that his wingman might be the worst in the world.

However, after he complained, on the second flight, the wingman Hartmann made a great deal of success and shot down two Soviet Il-2 attack aircraft that had invaded the airspace.

Since then, Hartman has been out of control. After adapting to the battlefield environment, he immediately showed his excellent flying talent after losing his nervousness.

In the sky, he is invincible and can fully carry out the task of covering the long plane. Even when it was only for cover duty, he shot down more enemy planes and became a brave pilot.

"Probably, but he's still a newbie! Greenhorn! The pilot feigned annoyance and retorted, provoking good-natured laughter from the ground crew and the major.

Hartman was still a teenager, blushing and scratching the back of his head, not knowing what to say.

"The command just ordered that our airfield should be advanced south along the battle line, and the field airfield over there has been repaired, and the conditions are definitely not as good as here, but there are more opportunities." The Major finished laughing and got down to business.

Then he pointed at Hartman and said to the pilot, "According to the rotation, you will return to China next month...... Can he? ”

"Nice lad! Before I returned home, I flew with him twice, and I personally think that he has this qualification. The pilot looked at Hartman kindly and smiled, and said to the major.

"Well, since you say so, then this week, send the report to the command!" Nodding, the major turned and walked towards the ground headquarters in the distance.

Hearing that his airfield was going south and was still on the cutting edge of air combat, Hartman's heart was still very happy.

Because he has recently developed a new style of play that suits his own characteristics, and he has not yet had time to put it into practice. With new battles, there are more opportunities for him to practice new tactics.

Just now, he was excitedly thinking about how he could practice the new tactical play, and he didn't hear what the major and his pilot were saying clearly.

Now he came back to his senses and looked at his pilot of the long plane: "You said I was qualified?" What qualifications? ”

"What qualifications? As a long plane, I'm not going to make you my wingman. The pilot of the long plane said with a wicked smile on his face.

Hartman's face changed greatly, and he immediately asked nervously, "Why?" Did I make any mistakes? What am I doing wrong again? ”

Seeing that he was nervous again, the pilot of the long plane couldn't bear to tease this very talented young man anymore, and said with a smile: "I plan to submit a report to prove that you are qualified to serve as a long plane to carry out combat missions." ”

Hartman's eyes widened when he heard his own machine say this, not knowing how to answer.

Although he had always dreamed that he could be the main attacker, he could be the first to dive and attack, but he never imagined that this day would come so suddenly.

"I ...... May I? Somewhat incredulous, he subconsciously asked, "You said I can be the long-term machine?" ”

"That's it! Bub! Don't make such a fuss! The pilot who shot down 5 enemy planes was an ace pilot in the past. The pilot put his hand on Hartman's shoulder and said with a smile.

"According to the regulations, I also have the authority to submit a report to prove that my wingman can take on more combat missions." The two men said as they walked into the wooden room where the pilot could rest and relax.

There are drinks and coffee, and there is a gramophone that plays music - there are a lot of fresh things prepared to relieve the fatigue of the pilots.

If it weren't for the unstable voltage and the lack of signal towers, pilots might have been able to watch something as new as television.

"I'm just ready, recommend you to go up and carry out combat missions in the future as the pilot of the long plane of our JG-52 group!" The pilot of the long plane asked for a cup of coffee and looked at Hartman and said solemnly.

"Lieutenant? Congratulations! The female soldier who came to deliver coffee was lively and beautiful, and asked happily - the pilot of the long plane of the TA-152 unit, generally speaking, the lowest rank is lieutenant, so she asked.

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Long Ling's cold and fever have not subsided, and he is extremely uncomfortable. Make up for it today, and continue to make up for the rest of the arrears tomorrow.