After the plane landed, Viola gave a standing ovation.

Everyone gave a standing ovation, and the applause resounded throughout the viewing platform.

After the applause fell, Viola asked Messerschmidt, "Is this mechage equipped with weapons?" ”

"Yes, Madam President."

"Then after the existing prototypes have been test-flown and put into the air defense war between France and the Netherlands. If the loss of industrial capacity of the allies is too severe, we will not be able to bear it. There's no time to adjust slowly, so let's test it out in practice. ”

"But what if the prototype is lost in real combat?" Messerschmitt was very worried, "We ......"

"Are there any processes used in the prototype that particularly affect productivity?"

"No ......"

"Then adjust the factory, start production now, and improve while producing." Viola's tone was unmistakable, and Messerschmidt could only nod.

"Understood, I'll start working with the technicians in the production department."

Viola nodded in satisfaction, then walked over to the test pilot who stepped off the plane.

"How does it feel to fly this plane?"

"Pretty good, miss...... No, ma'am. The pilot corrected his words a little wolflessly, "But I don't know much about my ability to maneuver." What I could feel in the flight just now was that the climb performance was very good, it was so good that it was not true, the acceleration was also fantastic, this plane was almost invincible in air combat, my lady president, he can climb higher than any enemy in an instant, even if he is bitten by his tail, he can get rid of it in the blink of an eye as long as he accelerates, please let me fly this plane to the battlefield. ”

"Very well, I grant you this wish."

**

Major Hartmann led his group over the Netherlands in a TA152 with three rows of black crosses painted on the outside of his cockpit.

He was waiting for guidance on the ground. When his group took off, the radar of the alert aircraft on the sea had already captured the enemy's group, and it was estimated that the enemy was entering the coastline.

Even an aircraft like the TA152 would have a hard time climbing to a sufficient interception altitude if it took off after the sea alert plane spotted the enemy, so Hartmann kept an eye on the altimeter, worrying that his group was not high enough to intercept those enemy planes invading from a high altitude.

If it is too late to wait until the enemy planes begin to lower their altitude, it will usually be too late, and the downed enemy will drop a large number of bombs on the ground in populated areas, although this will also serve to protect key targets, but the Luftwaffe will try to intercept enemy planes when they are not entering populated areas - that means that Luftwaffe fighters will have to climb to the same altitude as the big guys.

Hartmann glanced at the altimeter again, which was now barely enough to intercept enemy bombers, but there was no way to use dive acceleration to quickly get through the formation of enemy planes. It's okay to rush head-on into the formation, after all, the relative speed of the two sides is very large, and the staggering is only a moment, and the Luftwaffe has discovered that the nose part of the B17 is the weakest part of the entire fuselage because of the bombing command room, so the firepower is the weakest part of the entire fuselage, and the recent new aircraft has begun to increase the nose turret, but that is only a few.

But the head-on attack is not very effective, after all, the shooting window is too short.

The more common method of the Luftwaffe is the upward attack method of shallow dive and then pulling the nose, generally entering from the rear of the enemy aircraft at six o'clock, shallow dive to avoid the machine guns on the tail and back of the enemy aircraft, and then pulling the nose to attack, so that it is enough to face the fire of the two machine guns in the belly turret, and the cross-section of the enemy aircraft body covered by their own attack line will be much larger than the direction of the bite six points.

However, such a shallow dive attack required the German fighters to have more energy.

And most of the time energy is related to height.

Gotta grab a higher height, Hartman thought.

At this moment, the voice of the ground guide finally sounded, but it was not the enemy briefing that Hartman had been waiting for.

"Everyone, turn off the cannon and shoot the camera."

The cannon firing camera was used to confirm the results of the battle, and at the end of each air battle, the film removed from the camera would give Hartmann a few more iron cross marks on the outside of his cockpit.

Puzzled, Hartmann turned off the camera's automatic camera system, then turned on the radio transmitter and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"There's something to help with, and the people up there don't want it to have a picture left."

Hartman couldn't help but frown.

Over the years, Hartman has flown fighter jets and dive bombers, and the service salute can be described as rich, but this is the first time he has encountered something like this that he "does not want to leave a photo".

He was wondering when the voice of his subordinate rang out over the radio: "Something is approaching at high speed behind us!" Oh my God, it's so fast! ”

"Sea Fox?"

"I don't know, it looks like there's an obvious tail track, but our magic wave alarm device doesn't respond!"

In order to prevent the fighter team from colliding with the Americans' magic armor that can fly quite high -- those armor are probably similar to the sea female fox, but not as high as the sea female fox, and the performance is slightly behind, but there is no problem in hanging ordinary piston fighters - the Luftwaffe has equipped all aircraft with small magic wave detection instruments, and once a magic guide device approaches it, it will emit a shrill beep, regardless of friend or foe. But now this little thing has not moved at all, and it is estimated that the situation is the same on the side of Hartman's subordinates.

"What the hell?" Hartman muttered to himself.

"Probably a new weapon." His wingman replied.

Hartman turned his head and searched the back and top of the plane, and it didn't take much effort to see four distinct tracks catching up with his group at super-high speeds.

"God, that thing is traveling at about a thousand kilometers per hour, isn't it?"

"Well, I thought so too." Hartman's wingman said, "If that's not magic armor, that is, that's something we can drive......

Before the words fell, the four-plane formation swept over Hartman's head -- you know, although the Hartmann Brigade was climbing, its speed had also accumulated to more than 390 kilometers per hour, and being able to catch up with and surpass the Hartmann Brigade so quickly meant that the thing was flying at least twice as fast as Hartman's Brigade -- maybe close to three times, which means that the thing may have approached the speed of sound.

At this time, a huge roar came from the passing fleet, and the majestic engine noise made Hartmann feel a little excited in his heart.

"I bet the Americans have a good idea this time."

(I, in the World of Warships, came across a guy named DF_WILL, and I sank him...... Without further ado, I burned incense and went...... ）