Pushing the throttle slowly, swinging the lever lightly, pulling the flaps sharply, and between the lightning and flint, Captain Pavarini drove the plane to a serpentine maneuver with precise movements - a rather difficult and dangerous move during the plane's lift-off. www.biquge.info In the blink of an eye, the dark green painted "Centauri" dodged the rockets...... Only a few loud bangs were heard, and the rockets exploded on and around the runway, filling Pavarini's rearview mirror with smoke of fire. At this time, he couldn't help but feel deeply worried about the fate of his partner and even the entire base.

During the extraordinary period, Pavarini decisively changed the normal way of maneuvering the fighter plane, and only then did it climb to an altitude of forty or fifty meters, and the flight speed was less than two-thirds of the cruising speed, so he stopped the climb and leveled the fuselage. Catching a glimpse of the approaching enemy planes in a hawk pounce posture, and without waiting for the opponent to fire at him, the Italian Air Force captain immediately linked his hands and feet, using the tail rudder and flaps at the same time, causing the plane to make a juggling roll in the air, and then the nose downward, with an incredibly small dive close to the ground, leaving behind the explosive cannon roar.

Under the dual effect of afterburner and dive, this Italian "Centauri" has reached a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour. Without pause, Pavarini fine-tuned the joysticks and flap pedals one after another, and the fighter maneuvered at an ultra-low altitude with a loud, heavy engine roar. In front of him, the familiar outline of the mountain became clearer, and the quaint atmosphere of the monastery on the top of the mountain gave him great psychological comfort. Knowing that a vicious enemy and a deadly danger were on his heels, Pavarini held his breath involuntarily, and at this moment there was no distraction in his mind, and the fighter plane seemed to have become wings growing from his back, obedient to his commands. I saw that the Italian fighter plane suddenly turned around the moment it crossed the ridge, and from the rear it looked as if it had taken refuge in a monastery......

The naked eye and radar lost track of the target at the same time, and the IR-44T, which had slipped through the net and flew all the way from the airfield, immediately made a steady climb maneuver. In its bubble-shaped cockpit, a pilot with a wide forehead, thick eyebrows, a high nose and big eyes calmly turned his head sideways to look down, and when he recaptured the figure of his target, he realized that the guy was planning to use the mountainous terrain to make a backhand blow, and he couldn't help but show a look of surprise. He did not continue to entangle with it, but climbed and turned, and quickly flew towards the smoke-filled Italian airfield. There, hundreds of blue-and-gray fighter planes ravaged the Italians' airfield facilities and anti-aircraft artillery positions like locusts, and the airfield defenders tried their best to resist, but at this time it was a battle of trapped beasts.

I wanted to give full play to the advantage of being familiar with the terrain and use my superb flying skills to make a beautiful counterattack, but the enemy pilot did not rush forward, and Captain Pavarini had to fly a distance away from the airport in a stupid way, and when he saw that there was no danger, he quietly transferred to the vicinity of the airport. When passing through the ground-based radar station set up near the coast, all you saw was a pile of smoky ruins and charred black craters scattered around.

The radar station is still more than a dozen kilometers away from the Halfar Air Force Base, but at this moment you can see a cloud of terrifying smoke over the airfield, and you can imagine how bad the situation there is. Captain Pavarini tried to contact the command by radio, but was unsuccessful, and then tried to contact his wingman, and when he was about to give up, a familiar voice came from the headset:

"Captain, Captain, I'm Gallopa! It's such a joy to hear your voice! ”

Pavarini spoke quickly, "Hey, Hernan, are you okay?" Where are you? ”

After a cacophony of cacophony, Pavarini heard the wingman's voice again: "I'm flying towards Takali airfield, the plane is not in good shape, the right wing has a row of holes, it must have an effect on the tactical maneuver, and besides, the Halfar airfield has been blown up by the damned Irish, and few planes have survived." ”

"The Irish are indeed much more difficult to deal with than the Austrians and Hungarians!" Pavarini lamented, "I have just flown from Kara to Nara, the radar station has been destroyed by the enemy, and the next battle will be quite difficult for us. ”

"They just relied on sneak attacks to get the upper hand!" Lieutenant Garopa said indignantly, "No matter how strong the fleet of the Irish is, can they still take Malta from us?" ”

"Don't worry about that for now, your plane is injured, you must be extra careful, I'll go recon the situation, and I'll ......meet you in Takali later," Pavarini didn't finish his sentence, and the headphones were filled with a noisy noise, but he didn't think much about anything other than cursing the black-hearted military supplier as usual.

This time, radio communications did not restore on their own. In order to avoid encountering enemy planes with superior numbers, Pavarini climbed to an altitude of 7,500 meters -- thanks to the practical use of Fiat's new two-speed supercharger, the "Centauri" has reached a ceiling of 12,700 meters, and its high-altitude combat performance has been qualitatively improved compared with the previous Italian-made fighters. The fly in the ointment is that Italy's radio-guided weapons technology is relatively backward, and there are no remote-controlled air-to-air rockets that can be used for actual combat, and Germany and the new United Kingdom have done everything possible to obstruct Italy's purchase of this technology, and the Italian Air Force can only equip fighters with unguided air-to-air rockets. Therefore, Pavarini made up his mind that if he encountered an enemy plane carrying rockets, he would not engage them, but quickly turned around and fled.

Within two minutes, Pavarini and his Centaur were back in the airspace of Halfar. The enemy's air raids are still not over, and when you look down from the sky, you can see that enemy fighters are like piranhas in the Amazon river, cruising back and forth at great speed. Under their ruthless destruction, the modern air base built by the Italian government at a cost of hundreds of millions of lira has been changed beyond recognition, the smooth runway has been cut into sections by huge bomb craters, the neat hangars have been plunged into a sea of purgatory, and the underground concrete caverns where oil and ammunition are stored have not been spared......

Pavarini was baring his teeth and cursing at his hateful opponent, when a sudden explosion startled him to almost break free from his seat belt and jump, and he hurriedly turned his head to glance at it, his heart almost beating to his throat: the triangle tail was actually missing a corner, this must have been the result of the explosion just now, since shrapnel can blow up the tail, it is not nearly a few centimeters away from penetrating the fuel tank and cutting off the wing.

Could it be that your own anti-aircraft artillery fired by mistake?

No! Pavarini immediately refuted his speculation that there was still enemy aircraft activity at medium and low altitudes, and that the surviving air defense forces had no reason to attack an ultra-high-flying warplane. Thinking of another possibility, the captain of the Italian Air Force suddenly felt a chill behind him, he quickly searched the horizon below, and an enemy plane like a ghost actually peeked at himself behind him, the explosion just now must have been a guided rocket launched by it, if the timing was more accurate, and the luck was better, the other party would probably already enjoy the joy of victory at this time!

Without thinking, Pavarini swung the joystick, and the "Centaur", who had survived, awkwardly turned sideways and turned counterclockwise with unusual tremors. In such a state, the captain of the Italian Air Force was able to clearly see that he had almost killed his opponent before. It was painted in blue-and-gray camouflage identical to that of the German Navy's carrier-based aircraft, with a striking gold shamrock logo on the wings, and empty pylons under the wings......

Fortunately, the other party has no rockets, Pavarini thought to himself, otherwise, with his hesitation just now, the other party's second round of attacks has been launched without his knowledge, and he can still get a second favor from Lady Luck?

Leaving aside the "unknightly" weapon of radio-guided rockets, Pavarini was confident enough to fight the pilots of the carrier-based aircraft of the new United Kingdom Navy, but unfortunately the tail of his plane was damaged, and his maneuverability was greatly reduced, so it was not suitable to engage the opponent at this time. The captain of the Italian Air Force tried to climb the plane, but found that the elevator was almost out of order, and the strange tremor of the body and the abnormal sound of the engine made him even more worried!

Seeing that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, the IR-44T that was eyeing Pavarini quickly climbed upward, and in a blink of an eye, it was already approaching the "Centauri". This time, the experienced Italian Air Force captain was no longer willing to give his opponent a chance, and when the elevator was not working, he changed the angle of the flaps and the size of the throttle to put the fighter into a downward state. On the dashboard in front of you, the altimeter and speedometer numbers change in reverse, but the rate of change is not constant. When the plane's altitude dropped to 5,000 meters, the speed was already close to 700 kilometers per hour, the speedometer seemed to be under great resistance, the reading increased more and more slowly, and with each increase in reading, the fuselage tremor intensified, Pavarini had to hold the flight control stick tightly, and did his best to control the fighter plane, which could get out of control at any time. Before you know it, the sweat that leaks from your forehead and face has condensed in your jaw. He frequently looked through the rearview mirror to see the situation behind him, and the enemy pilot, apparently aware of the damage to his target, followed closely behind. Pavarini didn't know if his opponent was running out of ammunition or trying to hit with a single hit, or if he had a cat-and-mouse taste, and didn't fire even within effective range.

After flying towards the Takali airport for a short while, Pavarini suddenly became agitated and realized that the enemy plane behind him might be trying to follow him to the Italian airfield and wait for an opportunity to sneak attack. If so, you must not let your opponent succeed, but if you do not go to Takali or Malta's third military airfield, you will either find a relatively flat open ground to land, or you will have to fly to Sicily. In a place as small as Malta, a decision must be made as quickly as possible.

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