Britain used to have an unrivaled navy and an equally invincible army, but since the red-clad lobster soldiers took off their fiery uniforms, changed into-yellow uniforms, and wore steel helmets like basins, the combat effectiveness of this army has plummeted. As we all know, in the British Army, the colonists who can fight in the past are the colonists who were hung by the British army in red, and among the colonial troops, the Anzac and the Canadian Army are the most proficient.

Hartmann was well aware of this knowledge, but he did not expect that he would also encounter an opponent from the British colonies in an air battle.

And she's a girl.

"You must be surprised that I'm a woman right now." A slightly mocking voice was heard over the radio.

In fact, in this world, although there is no feminist society, the status of women is still much higher than in another time and space, at least they can hold some positions that women in the other world can only hold until the sixties and seventies, and the number of female soldiers in the army is not small - although most of the female soldiers appear as auxiliary troops of the gods or war queens.

"My mom was a female pilot." Hartmann responded, and at the same time steered the plane into level flight, and flipped the switch to pour afterburner into the combustion chamber of the engine, so that sparks crackled from the exhaust pipe on the nose, and the sound of the engine suddenly increased a lot.

Hartmann piloted the all-new 109F2, equipped with powerful engines, and achieved excellent acceleration in straight flight.

In the hovering circle, but the other party, the height is not enough to break the S, and now that the height is not enough, you can only use the purest way to get out of the dilemma.

Thanks to the blessing of the fake action just now, the distance between Hartmann and the enemy plane is about 600 meters, while the intersection point of the wing fire of the general fighter plane is about 400 meters, plus the weapon itself will naturally expand the range of ammunition dispersion with the increase of distance, and the wind speed, ground rotation deflection force and natural sagging of the trajectory brought by the distance of 600 meters, it is actually very difficult to hit the target at this distance.

Of course, this can be compensated for by the density of fire and shooting experience, but Hartman now seems to have nothing better to do than trust his luck.

The other party immediately sent a barrage, and tracer bullets with tail smoke continued to fly around Hartman's body, rushing forward.

Hartman felt his brain scream, urging his arm to swing the joystick to turn. But Hartmann held his hands firmly.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Hartman's cheeks.

The enemy's fire continued for several seconds before finally stopping.

"Hey, Germans, let's have a showdown when we come back!" An enemy voice came over the radio, "You're too ugly to run away like this." ”

"I've got four verifiable results in my war fruit film, I think. I don't want to sink into the waters of the Mediterranean with these gains. ”

"Oh, you want to use these results to curry favor with that great Mr. Lin, right? But do I doubt he'll be able to see the results? If you want to please him, you have to at least capture a god queen alive, and he is only interested in the god queen, isn't he? ”

Hartman smiled.

The enemy's chatter just shows that he has made the right bet, the acceleration performance of the 109 is gradually widening the distance between them, and the enemy also knows that she will be thrown off if this continues, so he wants to tease Hartman to induce him to turn back and fight. It's a pity that although Hartman respects Mr. Lin, he is not that kind of fanatical believer, let alone this kind of Cheng Dù's teasing, even if the Canadian lady openly insults Lin Youde, he will not rashly turn back.

"Hey," Hartman said into the microphone, "why did you come here to fight?" As a female pilot, you should have a lot of other things to do, right? I've heard that you get a lot of corporate sponsorships, you're constantly surrounded by journalists, you're a regular on the entertainment pages of newspapers, and you're hotter than the female celebrities -- especially if you're pretty. ”

"That's right, I'm as hot in Canada as Marilyn Monroe is in the United States, and they really wanted me to play some role like a condolence ambassador, to go to the barracks and make the GIs happy, but I refused." The opponent paused, "I would rather go into battle and kill the enemy myself, and if I hide behind and inspire others, while I enjoy safety, glory and wealth, I will definitely feel guilty." Your Mr. Lin is very at ease. ”

"But he sent his lover to battle."

"Oh yes, I'm so impressed, but if it's me and I meet someone who coaxes me to the battlefield with sweet words, but I shrink in the rear, I will definitely reward him with a few big mouths." The female pilot paused, then continued, "Although you feel safer and safer now, I would like to warn you, Mr. Hartman, that you are approaching our position. ”

In fact, Hartmann knew very well that he was rapidly approaching the largest port in Malta, and according to the pre-departure briefing, there should be a cruiser detachment in the mooring outside the harbor - in fact, he had already seen what appeared to be a cruiser on the surface.

In the minute that he and his opponent were talking back and forth, the shadow of the cruiser had become quite clear.

But the cruiser did not fire, and presumably did not yet identify where Hartmann belonged.

Hartmann stepped on the rudder, slightly deflecting the rudder surface of the vertical tail, allowing the plane to slightly stagger the course of the cruiser.

At this time, the Royal Navy finally saw the Iron Cross on Hartmann's plane, and the cruiser's anti-aircraft guns began to spray barrages at Hartmann.

The black cloud of smoke from the explosion of the cannonball instantly filled the airspace around Hartman.

The continuous sound of explosions made Hartman subconsciously shrink his neck, and with every jolt of the mech, he thought he had been hit.

Suddenly, Hartmann saw a huge tentacle on the water next to the cruiser flung out of the sea and smashed on the deck of the cruiser. The tentacles swept across the deck, shattering all the equipment exposed to the hull armor, such as lifeboats and anti-aircraft gun mounts.

More tentacles emerged from the water and struck at the things on the deck, curling up the crew running on the deck and throwing them into the water.

The appearance of the tentacles made the crew of the cruiser forget about Hartmann for a while, and they began to turn all the muzzles on the deck towards the tentacles of the sea monster.

At this time, Hartman saw a girl with hair the same color as the sea emerge from the water and jump onto the deck of the cruiser.

She directly disassembled the hatch on the side of the cruiser's main gun and threw something into the turret.

Hartmann didn't see what was going on, because the cruiser's forward turret was out of his field of view and was blocked by a protrusion behind the cockpit.

Soon the entire cruiser fell out of his field of view.

The glow of the explosion from the rear illuminated his cockpit.

"What's that?" The Canadians exclaimed over the radio, "Is that your evil weapon, too, German!" ”

"No, that's supposed to be our Mr. Lin's pet, really."

"He must have some special fetish!" With this complaint, the Canadians opened fire again, but this time the tracer bullets were much more dispersed than they had just been, proving that Hartman's guess was right, and the Canadians were moving away from him.

By this time, however, he could clearly see the Maltese coast, and a moment later he had crossed the coast and flew over the land of Malta.

The runway of the airport can already be seen in the distance.

It is foreseeable that when you cross the airfield, you will have to experience anti-aircraft fire far more dense than the firepower of a cruiser.

Hartman gritted his teeth, and at that moment, he suddenly noticed floating objects in the sky in front of him, and it only took him a moment to recognize them, which were the so-called blocking balloons.

Hartmann is fast approaching to stop the balloon swarm.

The Canadian fired again, this time targeting the large blocking balloon in front of him, and soon the balloon was burning and plumping downward, Hartman rushed through the smoke from the balloon's burning and nearly crashed into another balloon.

In order to avoid the balloons, his speed dropped slightly, so the Canadian closed the distance between the two as he made his way through the balloon swarm.

"Spitfire's velocity is good." Hartmann exclaimed.

"Of course, to clean up the Germans, who considered themselves pioneers of aviation tactics, it was natural to have some strengths."

"It's a pity that you still can't hit me at the current distance."

"Really? Do you think I don't know you're tricking me into consuming ammo? ”

Hartman pouted, but it looked like his opponent was running out of ammo. The adversary is just on the way back to base, and if the fuselage is not seriously traumatized, then the reason for returning to base is most likely that there is not enough ammunition left.

By this time, the airfield was already in sight, the British large-caliber anti-aircraft guns had fired, and soon the two-pounder guns were also firing, and Hartman felt that his plane was shaking with the sound of thumping explosions.

In this situation, Hartmann could not do any maneuvering, but could only continue to push the throttle to the end, expecting the fastest speed to pass the enemy's anti-aircraft fire range.

As he crossed the airfield, Hartmann saw a twin-engine "Handsome Warrior" heavy fighter sliding towards the parking area, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he slammed the nose of the plane and opened fire on the "Heroic Warrior" who happened to pass by his own route, the shells and machine guns swept across the runway, hitting the engine directly, and then the explosion of the engine cut off its wings.

At the same time as Hartman pulled up the nose, a barrage from the rear covered his plane.

Hartmann heard a crunch, turned his head, and saw a hole the size of a bowl in his wing.

Hartmann swung the joystick, and there was no problem with the plane's response, and it seemed that it did not hit the steel wire in the wing that was responsible for controlling the ailerons.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief.

By this time the enemy attack had stopped, and it looked like the Canadians had finally run out of ammunition.

Hartmann turned around and saw the Canadian's fire-breathing belly - she had left the course of the pursuit in a left circle.

Hartman breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, his height was only about 100 meters, and the trees that kept sweeping backwards reminded him that the body was moving at a speed of multiple pieces.

In the air, it is difficult to feel the speed of the aircraft, because the ground as a reference is so far away from the aircraft that it seems to be slowly retreating. And when the plane flies close to the ground, the sense of speed is reflected.

Hartman was feeling the speed when a Canadian voice came over his headphones: "Coward! You don't dare to fight me without ammunition! ”

Hartman couldn't help but laugh, he had a feeling that this guy still had ammunition, because she came out too easily, and the contrast with the previous behavior of chasing a tendon for so long was too great. Once you turn your head to hit her, you will be bitten by her tail with her fire-breathing circling ability.

"Goodbye, Canadian, looking forward to a real showdown with you on a fairer level."

"Those who ambush the wounded who attack the wounded who leave the battlefield, do not speak as if they are just knights! You cunning and cold-blooded killer! ”

Hartmann smiled, and by this time the enemy's anti-aircraft fire had become sparse and almost negligible, so he controlled the plane to turn and fly towards the sea to the east.

This allowed him to see the enemy airfield from the left side of the fighter.

Then he saw a convoy of bombers approaching in the distance.

"This is the 52nd Hunting Group, call the bomber team, there is a difficult enemy hovering over the airfield, you be careful, but he only has a little ammunition left."

"Understood, thanks for the reminder."

After cutting off communications, Hartmann checked his remaining ammunition and decided to return.

Suddenly, he realizes that he has become another Luftwaffe ace pilot, and that he is probably the fastest person in the Air Force to go from rookie to ace pilot.

This made him involuntarily curl the corners of his mouth.

"I can write to my mother and boast about it." Hartman whispered, but then he thought of his father, a conscientious doctor with a good reputation. His father vehemently objected to Hartman's entry into battle, believing that the killing was not in keeping with Hartman's status as a descendant of doctors, no matter how high-sounding the reason for the killing.

In Germany, there were very few people like Hartmann's father, who rejoiced in the victory and cried out to clear the shame of the defeat in the last war, which made his father seem so out of place with everyone around him - and his father's remarks made some people in his hometown very unhappy, they smashed the windows of his father's clinic with stones, and threatened him in the street. If it weren't for the fact that my mother had a high reputation in the local area, my father would have been injured by radical young people.

Hartmann took a deep breath, and while his "victory" would probably upset his pacifist father, it would somehow change the family's position in his hometown, or at least prevent the radical and idle young man from smashing the glass of the clinic.

And the mother would have been proud of Hartmann's achievements.

That's fine.

At this time, the flames of an explosion flashed in the direction of the airfield, and the attack of the bomber fleet began.

Hartman thought of the Canadian pilot again, and he sincerely hoped that she would not die in the self-defense fire of the bombers.

The next time he encounters on the battlefield, he must ask her name.