"Oh? What kind of plane is that? Yang Zhaozhong asked, "Is it a 'crow' or a 'fire eagle'?" ”

"Neither." As if deliberately trying to make him angry, Jiang Jing also blinked and said, "I heard that it is a kind of plane that two people fly lying down." ”

"A plane lying down?" Yang Zhaozhong's eyes widened in surprise, "Wouldn't it?" ”

"Not only do you have to lie down, but the pilot has to be a man and a woman." Jiang Jing also said seriously, "Heavy fighter! ”

"Damn! Is there something wrong with this designer's brain? Yang Zhaozhong didn't seem to be joking, and said with some annoyance, "Lie down, there is a man and a woman, do you want to make a bed in it!" ”

Seeing that he was really angry, Jiang Jing also laughed happily, and then he realized that she was playing tricks on her, she laughed and fell softly into his arms, he hugged her tightly and fell into the grass.

A few days later, the Siberian front.

Yang Maode was awakened by a piercing whistling sound, and he looked up into the sky to see two warplanes soaring and fighting in the sky.

These two planes were completely different from what he had seen before.

At the beginning, the two planes were facing each other, and after a few rounds, one in front and one in the back. The front ones are trying to get rid of them, and the back ones are chasing after them. Rushing left and right, up and down, difficult to solve. Sometimes like a goshawk hunting a rabbit, vertically down, sometimes like a harrier eagle soaring into the air, straight into the clouds.

At high altitude, the wings of both planes dragged long smoke bands, and as the planes flipped and moved, the white smoke bands flew like four silver snakes in the air. At low altitudes, the two planes roared through the mountains and mountains, making a huge noise, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. The two planes were moving so fast that they were so fast that they didn't have time to react. The rushing planes made Yang Maode feel creepy, and he felt that the two planes were in danger of colliding at any time.

Yang Maode's eyes widened, watching the fierce air battle carefully, completely forgetting that he was seriously injured and in danger.

"Damn it!" Murong Xue, who was flying the "Fire Eagle" fighter, saw that the German ME262 jet fighter with yellow spotted paint came out of her attack again, and couldn't help but curse in annoyance, and accelerated forward again, trying to bite the other party.

To help the Soviets regain air supremacy on the battlefield, the Germans offered their latest jet fighter to their Soviet allies. The Chinese military intelligence had warned the Air Force and Army Air Forces of the threat of German jets early on, and the Chinese had early put jet fighters on the battlefield, but there were not many of them. This time, in the face of the threat of the Germans, the Chinese army put more jet fighters into the battlefield, and many experienced pilots changed their seats, and Murong Xue, a female pilot who had shot down many enemy planes, was of course no exception. There are two main types of jet fighters currently being put into the battlefield by the Chinese army: the "Crow" and the "Fire Eagle".

As an excellent fighter pilot with rich experience, Murong Xue was one of the first female pilots to master jet fighters, and she flew the latest "Fire Eagle".

And now the opponent she has encountered is a ME262.

The Chinese intelligence department did not provide much useful information to the pilots on the front line about this latest jet fighter developed by the Germans, so Murong Xue knew nothing about its surname and information except that it was equipped with four powerful 30mm cannons.

Split and merge, the same action, a few rounds later, due to a small mistake in the actions of the Germans, when the two planes split and combined the sharp turn, the longitudinal action was slightly violent, the plane shook slightly, the plane failed to turn according to the most favorable turning radius, and gradually showed its inferiority, Murong Xue's "Fire Eagle" plane circled behind him and bit his tail. At this time, the Germans were in a disadvantaged situation and could not recover, so they had to use all means to get rid of Murong Xue's attack.

The Germans took various actions to get rid of it, Murong Xue chased after them, and the two of them wanted to be high and low in the blue sky. The Germans should be stronger than Murong Xue with their physical fitness, doing all kinds of difficult actions in front, after a long time of large-scale combat training, Murong Xue is no longer the Murong Xue of the past, he has fought with the Germans many times, and he is very familiar with the flight movements of the Germans, and his tricks are difficult for Murong Xue, "If you have any tricks, use them all!" I'll take it all! Murong Xue thought hatefully in her heart.

The German plane climbed up quickly, the elevation angle of the plane exceeded 60 degrees, Murong Xue refueled the throttle lever at the same time, followed closely, the sky outside the cabin was all blue, and nothing on the ground could be seen, this was a rapid ascent action. At this time, Murong Xue couldn't carry out any attacks, so she could only follow them with all her strength and wait for a favorable opportunity. The speed is getting smaller and smaller, the altitude is getting higher and higher, and just as Murong Xue was preparing for his next move, the German really came to a half-roll reversal, and the plane quickly flipped to the left, flying upside down. Murong Xue also immediately pressed the longitudinal rod to the left, causing the plane to turn inverted, and the lever followed the Germans to dive downward, and at the same time put the moving halo of the scope on the German's plane to carry out aimed shooting. This is the best time to shoot because the velocity of the target is small, and the surface of the bullet is relatively large, which is easy to aim. But before Murong Xue could aim, suddenly the German's plane appeared to the left in a continuous rolling motion, and the plane moved to the left during the roll.

"Even if you can play, you can also use the advanced stunt moves!" Murong Xue scolded in her heart.

This is a dive roll, which is just a move that interferes with the opponent's aiming, and does nothing to get rid of the opponent. Murong Xue didn't follow the roll this time, but just adjusted the direction of his plane, flipped his plane into a positive dive state, braked quietly, and waited and watched, he knew that when the altitude of the plane gradually decreased and the flight speed increased, the Germans could only pull up and then make a sharp jump or other actions.

The plane continued to dive downward, the mountain peaks on the ground rushed to the face, the flight altitude was already very low, Murong Xue felt that his plane was not very flexible anymore, and there was a slight shaking, he took a quick look at the speedometer and other instruments, the German lever in front of him made the plane turn into a jump, Murong Xue followed closely, the anti-compression suit on his body began to inflate, his abdomen was a little uncomfortable, the blood in his whole body flowed to the two legs under the action of centrifugal force, his body was heavily pressed on the seat, and his eyes were a little dazzled, She knew that the load of the plane was already very large, close to the maximum positive load that a person could bear.

Murong Xue took a deep breath and puffed out her stomach vigorously, tensing the muscles of her whole body to increase her ability to resist the super load. As the speed of the plane decreased, the load of the plane gradually decreased, and the feeling of Murong Xue's body returned to normal. In the process of jumping, Deban continuously rolled the plane to the left, and made several laps of jumping and rolling, but he did not get rid of Murong Xue for a long time. The Germans used all their skills, somersaults, half-somersault flips, double jump turns, and all the high-level stunts were used, but they couldn't get rid of Murong Xue. He was a little secretly surprised, Murong Xue's physical strength was really exercised. A brave fight with the German did not work, and he seemed to want to fight with the Chinese female pilot again.

Murong Xue stared at the target with both eyes, increased the throttle and rushed towards the target, the German may have seen a white cloud not far from him, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, and immediately drove the plane towards Baiyun. Murong Xue in the back saw this situation and immediately understood what he meant, he wanted to use the clouds as a cover to get rid of himself. He knew that it was very difficult to form even in the clouds, the visibility in the clouds was only a few tens of meters, and the planes entering the clouds were like cars driving in dense fog, and the planes in front of him were blurry. Now it is an air battle, and the formation between the two planes is a large-distance combat formation, and if you follow him into the clouds, you will definitely not be able to see him, and you will not be able to distinguish the direction of his flight, and you will lose the target, and if you don't make it well, you will still have the illusion of being in the clouds, which will be too unfavorable to yourself.

Seeing that the German plane rushed towards the white clouds, she pulled the lever to make her plane rise in height, according to the previous flight, today's weather is simple meteorology, there are only a few convective clouds in the airspace, the area of the cloud is not very large, it is estimated that after the German plane drills into the clouds, it will not take a few seconds to come out, and he will pass on the clouds, and then follow after he drills out of the clouds. He will not make a large amount of movement in the clouds, and the direction of his flight will not change significantly. Sure enough, as Murong Xue expected, the Germans' plane soon came out on the other side of the cloud. After Murong Xue found out, she made a descending turn and followed.

The two of them had been fighting back and forth for a long time, and Murong Xue looked at the flight time and the remaining fuel of the plane, and there was not much left to burn, and it was time to return to the limit of fuel.

Suddenly, in the distance, a low-flying group of dark green fighters appeared in her sight, this was a group of Soviet fighters. Murong Xue narrowed her eyes, trying to identify whether they belonged to fighter jets or attack aircraft. At this moment, two strange-looking fighters with the same gray-yellow entrainment and brown camouflage paint as their own fighters flew in the opposite direction. They were light and muscular, and their speed seemed to be fast, and in the blink of an eye, they flew over the position, and the iron-blooded "human" logo under the wings was like a starlight in the night!

This was the first time she had seen her own fighter after being separated from her wingman, and Murong Xue couldn't help but feel a little excited. I saw these two strangely shaped Chinese fighters rushing towards the Soviet fleet with a pleasant humming sound, and took the lead in making a "da-da-da" cannon sound. Since it was daytime, looking ahead in the air, only the traces of tracer bullets could be faintly recognized, and they headed straight for the Soviet fleet in front. At this moment, the nine Soviet fighters had already swung their wings sharply to dodge, and the Chinese fighters shot down three enemy planes in the first shot. This made Yang Maode, who was watching the battle on the ground, can't help but shout loudly.

And in this distraction, Murong Xue's target, the German fighter jet, actually flew into the clouds again.

Despite hitting three enemy planes, the Chinese were still at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, and the two Chinese fighters quickly pulled up, and their speed and attitude seemed much more pleasing to the eye than their opponents. After forming a two-plane tactical formation, they stared at one of the dark green fighters, which was also trying to climb, and found that they were being targeted, so they immediately changed to level flight and made a sharp turn. This trick was very effective, and the rest of the dark green fighters quickly adjusted their direction and flew head-on towards their own fighters flying with "tails".

At this time, Yang Maode realized that the two Chinese fighters who had newly joined the battle group were like two triangular darts!

When the enemy planes regrouped, the leading Chinese fighter preemptively opened fire, and the long firing that lasted for four or five seconds caused the Soviet fighter plane to fold its wings in the air, and it tumbled like a bird with broken wings and fell to the ground, and finally landed in the open field, turning into a large fireball in the loud bang.

Yang Maode, who was watching the battle on the ground, suddenly burst into cheers, and his heart jumped a little. Judging from the battle scene just now, from the appearance of the Chinese fighter to the second victory, a series of actions were simply smooth, on the other hand, the Soviet fighters, which had a three-to-one advantage in numbers, did not have bombs or auxiliary fuel tanks hanging under the belly of the aircraft that affected their speed and mobility, but they were as slow as an old cow in their reactions. Yang Maode felt that in this one-sided air battle, it was very likely that the Chinese fighters would win three or six.

As soon as the thought came to mind, Yang Maode was immediately struck: two German jet fighters suddenly appeared ghostly with white smoke and opened fire on the Chinese plane flying above the clouds. The sound of the bean-fried cannon was coherent and crisp, and the Chinese fighter seemed to slow down by half a beat, despite a quick sideways maneuver, and was immediately caught in a heavy hail of enemy bullets.

With great reluctance, Yang Maode watched as his jet fighter also fell in the smoke.

Before the plane fell, the Chinese pilot finally parachuted in time, and the white umbrella flowers bloomed in the air, but with an indelible sentimentality.

The Soviet fighters did not have time to snipe the parachuted pilot, but chased the other two Chinese fighters, and the absolute disadvantage of 2 to 7 did not make the two Chinese "triangle darts" flee in embarrassment. The dexterous "triangular darts" juggle in the air, making people feel as if they are caught in the enemy's battle formation, trying to dodge swords and spears. With the calm of the pilots and the superior ability of the fighters themselves, they found another opportunity to attack and opened fire, which was unusually clean, and the two Soviet planes that tried to attack them only ended as bleak as their companions.

After the two Chinese fighters succeeded again, they suddenly increased their speed and rushed out of the encirclement, and the Soviet fighters tried to pursue, but their speed was too slow to catch up at all, and the two new German jet fighters did not seem to have the intention of pursuing, but flew away with the Soviet fighters into the distance.

This non-monotonous air battle lasted less than five minutes, but its depth far exceeded any wonderful air show performance that Yang had ever seen. Looking at the Soviet fighter plane that was blown to pieces after being hit by a bullet, Yang Maode's originally somewhat gloomy mood became optimistic again - what is called an arm that can't carry a thigh? With such a situation, even if the Germans are allowed to fully replace the Soviets and fight against the Chinese army, there will be no way to save the war!

Yang Maode was excited, but suddenly remembered the downed own jet, and his heart couldn't help but feel tight again. He struggled to his feet and limped towards the place where the plane had fallen.

Due to multiple injuries on his body, although he had treated the wounds with a first-aid medicine kit, his body was very weak because of excessive blood loss, and he couldn't walk fast at all.

Yang Maode easily came to the place where the plane crashed, and looked at the silver-gray metal fragments scattered in the grass under his feet, and couldn't help but secretly worry about the fate of the pilot.

Yang Maode walked forward from the grass, and what caught his eye was the broken airplane fuselage, although it was broken, but it was still possible to see which section was the nose, which section was the fuselage, which section was the tail, and even the wing part could be judged where.

And when Yang Maode saw the nose cockpit that had been shattered and deformed, he couldn't help but admire the design and craftsmanship of the Chinese aircraft technicians.

Even if it fell like this, the cockpit remained largely intact, showing the aircraft's extraordinary survivability.

In this case, there is no shattering or explosion and burning, and the pilot's chances of survival are undoubtedly greatly improved.

Yang Maode quickened his pace and came to the cockpit, he looked through the broken cockpit glass, and saw the pilot inside lying face down, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

"Hey! How are you? Yang reached in and gently touched the pilot's shoulder.

The pilot let out a groan of pain, and his body fell to the side, no longer moving. Yang Maode was shocked, he raised the butt of the gun suddenly, smashed the broken glass hard, then threw down the gun, leaned in, and held the pilot hard, trying to drag the pilot out of the cockpit.

And at this moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted by something.

It was a photo posted next to the dashboard.

Yang Maode stretched out his hand, took the photo off the side of the dashboard, and brought it to his eyes.

In the photo, a young woman dressed in a white embroidered half-sleeved cheongsam and wearing a jade bracelet sits on an elegantly decorated antique chair. Beside her, stood a young and heroic officer. The officers were dressed in the dress of a major general, with a tasseled hat and ribbon, a medal on their chest, and a saber in their hands, and were very handsome and mighty.

(To be continued)