Schmelzer rested one hand behind his head, and in the other he held a letter and read it carefully against the porthole. He had read the letter countless times, but every time he re-read it, he always found a new experience.

Little Martha can already walk, and Hans is becoming more and more like a big brother, how much he wants to kiss these two little angels!

Schmelzer stared at the picture for a long, long time, until a hurried voice woke him up from his imagination: "Marcel, Marcel!" ”

He suddenly struck a spirit, glanced at his friend Schustel, and asked blankly, "What's the matter?" ”

Schuster sighed and said, "There's a nasty ghost, the captain told us to go up to the sky and get rid of it!" ”

The so-called nasty ghosts are enemy planes, and they, the pilots, are accustomed to calling them, because their arrival always disturbs their rare leisure time.

Schmelzer carefully put away his letters and photographs, changed into a full flight gear, and then stepped onto the deck. The Stuttgart was a 1905 Collinsburg-class light cruiser that stepped off the drawing board. By 1918, the 3,000-ton ship had been converted into a seaplane carrier by the German Navy.

This voyage with the fleet was its first voyage after the completion of the renovation, and its mission was to transport a fleet of aircraft to Finland, in addition to escorting the German Expeditionary Force's supply fleet.

The crane slowly lowered Schmelzer's landline Lisa, the Albatros W.IV water fighter into the sea, his favorite, who had already won two battles with Lisa on the Eastern Front, and if he was lucky enough today, he might have achieved a third result.

As the propeller slowly but powerfully began to turn. Lisa slid forward with Schmelzer in a jolt. The weather is nice today. There are very few winds and waves at sea. This is good news for seaplane pilots, who would otherwise be offended. The time Schmelzer remembers most vividly was last December, when he flew the FF.33e seaplane with Schuster on a tactical reconnaissance exercise, when a huge wave nearly swallowed them up.

Schmelzer gestured to Schuster, who was driving another Albatros W.IV on the other side, and as old partners, they did not have a practical gesture. They know what to do when and when, and they don't need any gestures or glances.

With a slight jolt of the fuselage, Schmelzer was very ethereal from the interference of the waves on the water, and to be honest, it was a wonderful feeling, although every time the fighter pilot took off to carry out a mission, it meant that there were risks, but outside of these risk factors, the feeling of flying made him feel very comfortable and comfortable.

After two circles around the Stuttgart and a bit of fun, Schmelzer set out to search for the nasty ghost who was disturbing his rest. In general, in this area of the sea. The only thing that could happen was the Russian Air Force. However, with the signing of the Brest Treaty, the two countries dissolved their belligerent relations. Even if you run into the Russian Air Force, it doesn't necessarily mean a fight, and it is very likely that people are routinely going around this area.

So, Schmelzer was relaxed, and after quickly expelling the nasty ghost, he went back to read the letter. Of course, relaxing does not mean letting down your guard, and as a military man, Schmelzer has always maintained vigilance. They had been warned by their superiors that the polar bears did not like them to interfere in Finnish affairs, and were likely to resort to low-intensity harassment.

Schmelzer scoffed at the so-called low-intensity harassment methods, and in his opinion, fighting a war is a game of life, whether it is with a knife or a gun, as long as it is used, it cannot be called low-intensity. His creed is that if you don't do it, you will fight to the death if you do it, and you will never stop until you kill the other party, and to hell with the low intensity of the shit!

Schmelzer soon found the nasty ghost, a big dick whose Lisa was a little cutie compared to him. After a little bit in his head, Schmelzer knew who his opponent was, except for the stupid stupid goose Ilya made by the Russians. Who else could Muromets?

The clumsy plane was constantly circling over their fleet, seemingly conducting reconnaissance. It behaved in a very disciplined manner, made no provocative moves, and at least flew honestly compared to the Russian pilot Schmelzer had seen two months earlier.

Last time, the idiot Schmelzer met was very capable of tossing, and Lisa was constantly jumping up and down around him, making all kinds of provocative moves, such as grimacing in the air and comparing middle fingers.

Schmelzer was definitely not a good-tempered man, and as a soldier, he would inevitably be a little more angry. Faced with the insult of the polar bear, he categorically chose to shoot, the machine-gun bullet knocked the idiot's tail into a hornet's nest, and when he watched the idiot stagger down with a look of horror, Schmelzer drew a cross on his chest, and he "generously" forgave the Russian daredevil......

If Sukhoi had known that the German pilots who were quietly flying a hundred meters away from him were a hot-tempered killer, he would have left the fleet as much as he could. For clumsy Ilya. For Muromets, fighting the enemy directly without fighter escort is basically equivalent to being hunted with turkeys.

However, the mustache did not know this, and it seemed to him that the German pilots were very restrained and had no intention of attacking, and in this case, he could carefully reconnoiter the whereabouts of the German fleet below.

Judging by the course, the Germans seemed ready to go to Helsinki and look at the composition of the fleet, two destroyers and two cruisers with six slow-moving freighters. This was supposed to be a transport supply for the German Expeditionary Force, or possibly a gift to the Provisional Government of Finland.

However, no matter who these supplies are given to, it is not good news for Russia. Sukhoi knew that a certain immortal was busy sending troops to Finland, and if he could take out these transport ships, it would be equivalent to reducing the pressure on the volunteers.

Of course, Sukhoi was not stupid enough to immediately attack these transports, it was a brain-dead act. Because first of all, these ships are flying the German flag, and if he rushes down and attacks stupidly, I am afraid that it will cause international disputes. Although he did not like the Brest Treaty either, the Bolsheviks valued it. There is no intention of breaking the contract for the time being. If he goes to poke this hornet's nest. Then I'm afraid that what awaits him will not be a good result.

And that's just one of them. The second is that he only has four 50-kilogram aerial bombs left in his magazine, which is not enough ammunition to tickle people. What's more, previous live-fire exercises have proved that the accuracy of horizontal bombing is frighteningly low, and he is more likely to drop bombs into the sea to explode fish, which may not have the slightest lethal effect on the Germans.

Sukhoi sighed and said to Hemstella beside him, "Count, let's go around two more laps and then we'll be back." You must do your best to inform André of the news! ”

The old man was eager to go down and do something, and he had a lot of motivation to fight the Germans, for example, he was now eager to set up a machine gun to shoot at the ships on the sea, although he knew that it would be very lethal, but he just didn't like the Germans.

Of course, the old man did not completely lose his mind, as long as they were single-handed, I was afraid that as long as they showed the slightest hostility, they would be beaten into a sieve by the two German fighters eyeing them next to them. Although he is not afraid of death, he also does not want to feed the fish like this. So for Sukhoi's mention yì. He could only agree vaguely.

Sukhoi pressed the joystick, ready to fly a little lower. Look at it clearly. But he didn't know that this would be a disaster, and if he knew, he would have avoided it.

When Sukhoi lowered his altitude and prepared to take a closer look, the quick temper in the sky Schmelzer was impatient, he had been flying with the Russian fool for ten minutes, although the Russians were honest and not hostile, but they were just unwilling to leave.

Especially when Schmelzer felt that the other party had scouted carefully and thoroughly, and that he should go home. This annoying ghost still didn't leave, and even lowered the height, circled you with a fork, and didn't give you a little color to see, you are ready to kick your nose and face!

As I have said before, Schmelzer is by no means a good temper, and perhaps he will be gentle with his wife and children, but against Russian polar bears, he prefers to speak with a machine gun.

I saw Schmelzer make a dive, aiming at Ilya. Muromets' tail fired, and the machine-gun bullets whistled and greeted Sukhoi's car.

It should be said that this was a warning, although a few bullets grazed Ilya . Muromets tail, but did not cause fatal damage. Schmelzer still wanted the Russians to retreat, and was ready to chase them out of the sea with a machine gun on their ass.

However, this sudden attack startled Sukhoi and Hemsstra, and they all had the idea that the Germans were going to do it!

Sukhoi did not dare to be careless, and quickly pulled up the plane and prepared to flash people, while Hemsstra behind him moved faster, and gave Schmelzer a string of bullets after wielding a machine gun.

"Little German Tintin, take me a shot!"

The old man's beard was cocked, and there was a spark of excitement in his eyes, and he had waited too long for this opportunity, and as he fired, he gestured a middle finger at Schmelzer.

This move was undoubtedly a spark that fell into the gasoline barrel, and the grumpy Schmelzer complained in his heart: "Polar bears are really like shit!" ”

The moment this thought flashed, he pulled the trigger, and the aviation machine gun sprayed tongues of fire, sending a rain of bullets.

Jingle bell.

The bullet hit Ilya accurately. Muromets's fuselage, the bombardier sitting next to the old man clutched his neck and fell, bright red blood gushed out of his fingers, and in less than a minute the poor child was dying.

The death of his companions and the spread of blood made the old man more and more crazy, and he yelled at Schmelzer with his machine gun in his arms. For a moment, in addition to the roaring propellers in the sky, it was the howl of the old man.

Not to mention, the old man's war cry really worked, and the bullets he fired left a series of bullet holes in the wings of the Lisa, and several of them even flew past Schmelzer's scalp.

For Schmelzer, it was the first time he had seen such a crazy gunman, and that kind of fierce style made him tremble a little. After thinking about it, he turned the joystick on one side and rolled around to Ilya. On the other side of Muromets, ready to avoid the old madman, push in from the other side and smash the stupid bird.

However, he underestimated Sukhoi's flying skills, and he steered the plane left and right, up and down, every time Schmelzer was ready to shoot. You can always avoid it at a moment's notice.

"It's even more slippery than a loach!"

Schmelzer scolded. Then patiently entangle with each other. He believes that no matter how good the other party's flying skills are. It is impossible for that clumsy big bird to be so "flexible" all the time, as long as the other party shows a flaw, he has the confidence to seize the opportunity.

Schmelzer's estimate was right, Sukhoi was indeed playing at a super level, and in order to survive, he broke out, and flew the bulky eagle into a sparrow. But this can't last, even if he can keep hanging like this, but the old Elijah. Muromets could not stand such a toss.

Even he could hear it clearly. In the hysterical roar of the old madman, the sound of metal and wood breaking could be faintly heard, although there was nothing wrong with the plane for the time being, but no one could guarantee that the big bird would not disintegrate in the air in the next second.

It was just such a stunned look, Sukhoi's movements were a little slower, and the flaw was revealed, but the first to catch this flaw was Schmelzer's good friend Schuster, who occupied a favorable firing position and fired first!

Poof, poof, poof. Another Heavy collapsed in a pool of blood. Hemstella could see that bullets had carved holes in the bulkhead where he was squatting. Sunlight was streaming through the holes, brightening the slightly dim cabin.

The old man was furious, and saw the young man fall before his eyes again and again, which greatly stimulated his nerves, and with a roar of rage, he raised his machine gun and fired a retaliatory bullet at Schuster.

Sudden protrusion, protrusion, protrusion......

The shells clanged down on the cabin floor, making a pleasant sound. But at this time, this sound was more like a prelude to death, in the fierce fire, one side of the engine room was beaten into honeycomb coal, one engine shook twice and then resolutely chose to strike, and the machine gunner kept wailing and fell, and seven people went to the sky together, only Sukhoi curled up to fly the plane, and the crazy old man was pouring bullets. The remaining five are either dead or dying.

But it wasn't just the Russians who were injured, Schuster also paid a heavy price, with black smoke billowing from the engine in the nose, and sitting in his place, he could even see the flames faintly peeking through the engine compartment.

As an experienced pilot, he knew very well that his ride was finished, and the only thing he could do now was to skydive!

On the other hand, Schmelzer also saw the trouble of his good friend, but Schmelzer had nothing to do to help him except pray for him. Worried, he forgot about Sukhoi and Hemsstra for a while, forgot about shooting, and observed the movements of his good friends with all his heart.

Schuster's luck was good, as a parachute bloomed in the sky, and Schmelzer's hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach. Immediately, he took all his anger out on Sukhoi and Hemstra.

Machine gun bullets were poured at them as if they didn't want money, and every second the sound of a shot could be heard, and Hemsstra was like a stupid duck, constantly flashing around the cabin.

"Fight back! Damn it, hurry up and shoot back! Sukhoi roared angrily, because just a second ago, the windshield in front of him had been shattered, and the cold sea breeze was blowing in so hard that he could barely keep his eyes open.

He felt that the root cause of this qiē was that the old man's marksmanship was too smelly and too ineffective, how could he stop shooting? Isn't that tied?

"Do you think Lao Tzu doesn't want to shoot!" The old man roared angrily and complained, "This damn machine gun is out of bullets!" ”

"Then you hurry up and change the cartridge!"

Amid the two living treasures complaining to each other, the old man danced and changed the bullets, and when the machine gun spoke again, Schmelzer could only avoid the edge for the time being. However, his shot just now completely angered Sukhoi, and the second thing called sanity was kicked out of his brain, and he frantically twisted his fuselage and clumsily tried to chase Schmelzer's Lisa.

The two sides were entangled in the air, shooting at each other from time to time, and the fierce air battle was fought from high altitude to low altitude, and the long dog fight saw Schuster who fell into the sea waiting for rescue dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a crazy bomber pilot, and that way of maneuvering an airplane was simply suicidal. He was puzzled by this bulky Ilya. What kind of material is Muromets made of, and can withstand such a toss. So much so that he began to correct his long-standing disdain for Russian goods, and how good it would be if his car could be as strong as this!

The fierce air battle finally came to an end, and Schmelzer's fighters were still thinner after all, unlike Ilya. Muromets is so leathery. Under Hemsstra's frantic fire, his Lisa's engine slammed into a slam and stopped working completely, and then plunged headlong into the sea.

However, Schmelzer was undoubtedly lucky, the first to touch the sea was the Lisa's pontoon, not the nose, and the height was relatively low, which made the impact of the fall into the sea relatively small. Let's put it this way, when he fell, it was more like a crash landing than a crash.

But even this made Schmelzer unhappy for a while, he had never been shot down, let alone by a heavy bomber. He felt that it was a great shame!

Sitting in the cockpit, he was angry like Sukhoi and Hemsstra above his head and waving his fists, as if to say: "Holy shit, you wait for Lao Tzu!" ”

However, Schmelzer's anger and invitation to Sukhoi did not see it, he had been enraged by this inexplicable air battle, and he had completely lost his mind and made a crazy decision! (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank the four comrades Juventus, Kill Potato, Glorious Charter, and hzwangdd!