On June 29, the weather was fine today, two Soviet La-7 fighters took off from the East German military airfield to carry out patrol missions as usual, before a C46 transport plane of the United States crossed the border and was shot down by an emergency intercepted MiG-3 fighter over West Berlin.

Moscow issued a strong statement, "Any US aircraft that dares to cross the line, regardless of whether it makes a provocative act or not, will be regarded as aggression, and the pilot can judge for himself whether to shoot it down, do not be afraid, the motherland will always be your faithful backing." This statement also gave the Soviet troops stationed in Berlin a big face.

"Dravich, I don't know if we can meet the American planes on the border patrol this time like the MiG-3 last time, it is really enjoyable to shoot down the American planes, they have all exchanged fire with the Germans before, and they have not yet competed with the US fighters." A La-7 fighter pilot, codenamed Kingfisher I, Tel Aviv chatted with Dravevich over the radio. Most of the patrol time is long and boring.

The pilot of Kingfisher II, Dravevich, and his companions are pilots who participated in the air battle in Berlin, although they are not as good as those ace veterans who have achieved great success, but they are not a role that anyone can bully.

"How can there be so many planes that have crossed the line to shoot you down, don't you see? Since the last attack, the American transport planes have carefully avoided the sky above the Berlin blockade border, and the Americans have not even made a movement except to condemn it, which shows that they are already afraid of us. Drafvich said with a smug smile.

"That's natural, these timid Yankees, better equipped than us, fight like little girls." Tel Aviv made an insulting gesture in the direction of West Germany.

"Wait, Tel Aviv, there seems to be a situation at 11 o'clock." Draffevich vaguely saw a plane flying low in the direction of West Germany. Although airborne radar had been developed during World War II, fighter jets like the La-7 were not equipped with that thing, so pilots relied on two eyes to observe, but the sky over Berlin was so large that two La-7 fighters were more than enough to patrol the outskirts.

"I'll fly over and take a look, and you'll cover me in the back." After Tel Aviv said this, the Kingfisher 1 fighter jet sped in the direction where the black dot was flying. Dravich was close behind Tel Aviv, and the La-7 fighter was armed with three 20 mm guns, which, combined with his excellent performance, did not suffer much if he did not take advantage of it.

When Drafvich got closer, he discovered that the plane was an American O-58/L-3 Grasshopper light reconnaissance plane, which was flying unscrupulously over the suburbs of East Berlin to conduct reconnaissance.

"It turned out to be an American plane, or an unarmed reconnaissance plane, and there were no other escort combat planes around." Tel Aviv said excitedly, "Dravich, I want this opportunity to make meritorious contributions, you can't grab it." ”

With that, Tel Aviv aimed the 20mm gun at the fuselage of the reconnaissance plane, and at the slightest press of the button, it disappeared forever over Berlin.

Dravevich didn't feel the slightest sense of excitement, he still vaguely felt a little uneasy, "Wait Tel Aviv, don't you think it's strange?" The feeling that a reconnaissance plane appeared in front of us so inexplicably was so weird, it was like, yes, a trap, this is a trap. Tel Aviv, don't catch up. ”

Tel Aviv said in a disdainful tone, "Don't be idle and take the lead with me, you say it's a trap, what about the American fighters?" Where? But come out, those cowards may still be holding in their own airports and dare not show up. ”

As soon as Tel Aviv finished saying this, a burst of machine gun fire tore through the calm atmosphere, Tel Aviv, who heard the gunshots, subconsciously steered the plane to turn sharply to the left, and he saw a series of dark red light spots on the right side flying near the wings, and he almost had to meet the grim reaper.

At the same time, three P51 Mustang fighters appeared behind the La-7 fighters with an arrogant roar, biting the two of them tightly, until the three planes had been hiding at high altitude until the target was fooled before suddenly appearing behind them to attack.

"It's so dangerous, I didn't expect this group of damn Yankees to lure us into taking the bait with a reconnaissance plane." Tel Aviv's back is soaked with sweat, and if the truth is as he guessed, then this is not an accident, but a deliberate attack by the Yankees. They had to report the situation to Headquarters as soon as possible.

"The nest, Kingfisher 1 and 2 were attacked by American fighters, repeating, we were attacked by American fighters." Draffevich rushed to report the news to headquarters, but the messages he sent were like a stone in the sea, and no one responded.

"Lair, do you get it?" Dravvich waited for a few seconds before he said to Tel Aviv hatefully, "Damn, Tel Aviv, we can't get in touch with headquarters." ”

"It's okay, then we will divide up and work together to defeat this group of Americans, maybe we can get the Order of Stalin's Eagle like the ace pilot Kozhdub." Although it was bitten by two fighters, Tel Aviv was still able to deal with it with ease, and the P51 Mustang fighter was stronger in endurance and survivability than the La 7, but in terms of maneuverability, the P51 Mustang was slightly inferior.

As a Soviet pilot, there is no one who does not know the story of Kozhdub shooting down two US Musmos, it is said that the two Mustang fighters at that time took him for a German plane, and he also regarded the Mustang fighter as a German plane, and after successfully killing the two US fighters, he swaggered away. However, the Soviets issued a statement that it was a mistake and apologized to the Americans. And if the US military plane is shot down this time, then they are very likely to receive a medal of honor.

"Let's talk about it if we can live." As soon as Dravvich pulled the joystick, the plane climbed rapidly, and the P51 Mustang fighter that followed behind also chased after it. It was not at all pleasant to be bitten on the butt, especially when the opponent fired at his wing with impunity, and the series of shocking dark red points of light made Drafvic sway left and right in embarrassment.

"Damn, I've finally gotten rid of you, now it's time for me to play." Tel Aviv sent the two Mustang fighters to his 20mm guns with a dive climb, and Tel Aviv tried to keep the two guys within the aiming circle of his guns.

Although the 20mm gun is indeed inferior to the Mustang's 8 Browning heavy machine guns in terms of rate of fire, and the hit rate of the gun is relatively low, the low hit rate of the heavy machine gun can be compensated for by the rate of fire. However, in the eyes of an excellent pilot, no matter how low the rate of fire is, as long as you can grasp the accuracy, it is still a killing weapon.

This is the unbreakable truth that Tel Aviv learned from the war with the Germans, and of course, those who didn't learn died on the soil of this country.

"Damn the Americans, it's time for me to attack." Tel Aviv sneered and pressed the launch button towards the P51 Mustang fighter.