The Lager 5 has a good glide ratio, and with enough speed and altitude, Lilia is a good choice. A small trailer www.biquge.info Gas, and the mechanics are ready to tow the No. 44 into the hangar for repair and inspection - no matter what, the No. 44 will not be lifted off again today.

Here, Sergei did not jump off the plane as soon as he got out of the cabin, but stood on the wings and waved his hands very imposingly, shouting at everyone on the tarmac: "Lilia Ratviak, our heroine!" Our Sayuri! Two Junkers, one 109! ”

Saying that, Sergei jumped down and lifted the petite Lilia up entirely, so that everyone could see the heroine's appearance!

Before Lilia could react, she was lifted up like a doll by the teacher, and now she suddenly realized: she is famous!

The smile appeared on the girl's face unabashedly, but she was a little dizzy by the teacher!

Putting his wingman pilot back on the ground, and seeing the girl's red face, Sergei realized that he seemed to have gone too far. When he saw the people gathered on the side, he yelled: "Stop! What to do, what to do! ”

A few stunned people seemed to have thoughts of further action towards Lilia, and Sergei protected his wingman like the one in the sky: "Want to take the opportunity of congratulations to kiss Lilia?" There are no doors! ”

"Wadya, my cannon has been shelled, hurry up and repair it." As soon as I shouted the ordnance team leader on the side, both machines had mechanical failures, unlucky! "Pokryshkin, get me a spare plane, and get one for Lilia too."

Sergei's tone was unquestionable, and he was about to grab the reserve pilot's plane directly, but before that, he also had to understand the situation in the sky.

Pokryshkin was wearing a flight suit, he had been pressing at the airfield, forming himself in the last team, and he had not yet taken off today.

"Division commander, the Germans seem to be airlifting in multiple directions and batches, and the instructions given by the radar are not very clear, there are encounters everywhere, but the scale is not large."

"Spend it, don't think about it easy these days."

Pokryshkin had to give machine 86 to the division commander, which was convenient, but there were some things that he couldn't solve: "We don't have a spare machine that Lilia can use." As he spoke, he made a quick gesture with his hand on his chest: height!

It's all fighter jets for gay men, and Lilia can probably fly once she enters, but it's just as depressing as a teenager riding an adult's bike!

There are two other female pilots in the middle of the plane that have also been modified to a certain extent, because among the 10 female pilots, in addition to Lilia, there are two relatively petite ones. In order to be able to fly comfortably, the mechanics of the 586 Fighter Regiment also changed their landlines, but the amplitude was not as large as that of the No. 44 aircraft. In this way, the three female pilots could fly each other's planes, and the mechanics also took into account the need for them to use each other's planes. The other female pilots' landlines are "standard", because the other seven are all over 1.65 meters tall, and two of them are close to 1.8 meters.

Obviously, they can't transfer the girls' landlines to Lilia, let alone they will still be in the sky.

He patted his flight pants, "Forget it, let the reserve pilots also exercise." Wadya, hurry up. ”

Sergei would like that little girl in his heart, and since the wingman can't fly, he simply stays with her at the airport. Seeing that Lilia went to the hangar with her landline, Sergey walked towards the control tower with Pocre Chin: "I'll stay at the airport to command later, and you go up and keep an eye on it." ”

"Yes, Commander."

Looking down at the time, if the radar station still reported the same thing, he would not take off until half an hour later.

"Three, I didn't expect it."

"Lilia is as smart and fierce in heaven as you and Koridub! Good pilots, even better in the future. ”

When Sergey ascended the conning tower, several more planes of his own men returned to the airfield, all of which were a large group of fighters. One after another landed, all of them ran out of ammunition, and the others were still dangling over the enclosure.

Watching Pokryshkin lead the last group of three sorties to take off, at this time, in addition to the first group of planes that landed, the other planes should also be on the way back. The second brigade and the brigade directly under the division should still be patrolling and intercepting, because of the distance, the tower does not know their current situation.

The radar station still reported about the same, there was no large fleet of planes, and the planes on both sides were like hide and seek in the large airspace of Nuo.

Sergei could not hear what he was shouting, and it was estimated that he had killed a few enemy planes, and he had to urge the ground crew to prepare for another takeoff.

Ammunition trucks, fuel trucks, mechanics, armorers, the whole airport is busy.

"Well, it's like a Colosseum!" It would be nice if it was like this every day, Sergei looked at the scene below and thought: he had inadvertently used Lin Jun's words again - once Lin Jun said this when he was at Airport No. 6: "Good! It's like a Colosseum, every day! ”

Sergei didn't know that what the marshal said still had a very good source: During the most brutal battle for the Solomon Islands in the Pacific War, the US Army Air Force and the Japanese Army and Navy Air Force fought brutally every day, and the Guadalcanal airport would send a large number of fighters to participate in the battle every day, just like a Colosseum, and the battle was endless. An American commander said "Good!" in that situation. It's like a Colosseum, every day! To describe the busyness of Kuah Airport and the fierceness of the battle.

As in the case faced by the American commander, Sergei's troops were not completely victorious, and similar to their American counterparts, the Colosseum was not a slaughterhouse, and if they wanted to kill the ferocious beasts, they would suffer losses themselves.

Three of the first group did not return, and the pilots of two of them should have been able to save the day, and the other planes watched them parachute, and the ground was also the control area of their own people, while the other exploded in the air and the pilot died.

Not counting Sergey and Lilia, the pilots' report of taking out 3 109s and 2 Junkers should be credible.

The advantage was a little bit, but it was a tie with the German fighters at most, many ragers returned with injuries, and a young man had a piece of his shoulder bitten off by a bullet, and his upper body was stained red with blood, and he was stuffed in a flight suit with a triangular scarf to stop the bleeding, and as soon as the plane stopped, he fainted.

He lost a lot of blood, but the military doctor said that his life could be saved, but he would need to recuperate for at least a few months before he could fully recover.

Second Squadron Leader Alexei Solomartin escaped even more: he shot down a 109 today, and together with two other friendly planes, he killed the Junkers, but lost his cockpit - a 109 gave it a hard blow in the rear position, and several large holes were carved out of the left wing! Presumably due to the angle of fire, none of those deadly 20-mm shells hit the fuselage, but one hit the joint behind the canopy, and the scattered metal fragments passed through the flight cap and knocked two small holes in Solomartin's left ear!

Luck, indeed luck, there was no shrapnel to hit the vital point, and the cockpit canopy flew all over the place - Solomartina would break out in a cold sweat and curse for making a quick turn to avenge his canopy: he didn't even realize that his ears had suffered.

The 109 was quicker than he was, and by the time Solomartin turned the corner, it was already far away: there were two lagers nearby, and it was clear that the German pilots did not want to engage in a dogfight with the three lager 5s.

Some Red Army fighter pilots even asked mechanics to deliberately remove the hatch cover of their own plane, so that although they would lose the maximum speed of the point, it would be convenient to observe. It is also possible to push the cockpit canopy to the back during the flight, but it is easy to "fall off automatically", scaring the plane behind into a cold sweat, and smashing the tail is even more unlucky - it has not happened before, and I often hear that such a situation has occurred in the group itself.

Sergei got off the tower to check on the wounded at the infirmary, and the hapless Solomartin walked in with his ears covered - the squadron leader, who had a record of 5 crashes before today, was grumbling: "I'm not a girl, why do you pierce my ears!" Bastard! It's enough to wear one, two! It's all in one ear! ”

Solomartin usually speaks more funny, but now he is slightly injured and still like this, unconsciously. He didn't just care about himself, but first asked his comrades who were undergoing surgery and blood transfusions, and then asked the medic to check his ears.

The thin shrapnel is still embedded in the scalp on the inside of the ear, which is very small, and if it is larger, the weak skull on this side will be finished. Luck!

The blood had already coagulated together, and after the medical soldier examined it, he didn't need stitches, so he disinfected and bandaged it with alcohol, and then gave the pilot two tablets of anti-inflammatory medicine, which would be fine in two days.

"Will there be a hole? Why don't you stitch me two stitches without anesthetic. ”

"It will heal automatically, the wounds are all stuck together, leaving two fine scars."

Solomartin was really worried that he would have two ear piercings, but he would rather have one less ear than pierce them like a girl, that would become a big laughing stock for the whole teacher!

I walked out of the health center with my ears wrapped and went to the hangar to see my plane. It is not lightly injured, if it is not repaired quickly, I can only stay at the airport to watch the play before the next snow.

The hangar was busy, mechanics were rushing to make repairs, and someone was checking the wings of their landline.

"The fuel tank needs to be replaced, and it is lucky that it did not explode, and two support beams must be replaced, as soon as tomorrow." The mechanical team leader put it succinctly, "We don't have a spare hatch. ”

"It's okay, just fly if you can."

Seeing that Lilia was also in the hangar, watching the mechanic unpack the hood of the No. 44, Solomartin was about to go up and say hello - when he was in the air today, he clearly saw the excellent combat skills of this cute girl who looked like a porcelain doll.

(Continue to call for monthly passes) (To be continued.) )