On the sparse clouds, the 6 fighters of the 209 Squadron of the Chinese Army and the 9 Russian planes of the incoming army rushed head-on, shooting at each other from a distance of several hundred meters, and a string of tracer bullets poured into the zenith or the earth, until they hit dozens of meters, and each other could clearly see the color of each other's pilots' scarves.

Yang Zhiyong hit an enemy plane when he was shooting head-on, and the other party dragged a long black smoke, and passed by Yang Zhiyong's plane, rolling, falling, and disintegrating at a very fast speed-

There is no time or need to care about the whereabouts of the enemy pilot, intuition, only relying on his intuition naturally, Yang Zhiyong used both hands and feet, quickly adjusted the operating stick, rudder pedal and throttle valve, and drove the fighter under the seat to shuttle dexterously and forcefully through a chaotic and dangerous battle situation.

Opportunity! A fleeting opportunity!

Bitten!

Yang Zhiyong immediately noticed that the enemy plane's rudder and the inner side of the upper wing were painted with eye-catching black skeletons on a white background, which contrasted with the red, blue, and white ring markings on the side of the fuselage and the outside of the upper wing, putting on a majestic look.

In an instant, the other party had already noticed it, and rolled to the right and descended leisurely, Yang Zhiyong was willing to let go of the prey in his hand easily, the joystick was crooked, his feet kicked, and a fierce man rolled down. Chase on.

The other party is not an idle person, diving all the way, constantly spinning left and right on the way, but he didn't give Yang Zhiyong a chance to open fire, Yang Zhiyong was not in a hurry, and he couldn't be in a hurry, but he just held his breath and kept feeling the direction of the enemy's maneuver with his natural endowment - as long as he misestimated once. He will lose his target and may even be rear-ended by the opponent.

Two machines and one front and back. The speed of the dive is getting faster and faster, and the green earth is getting closer and closer. Pretty much all of the view - what the hell is this guy trying to do?

Suddenly, a few sparks burst out on the hood, Yang Zhiyong hurriedly looked back, Warrant Officer Yang Fei, who was covering him, was gone, and a biplane with a round nose above the rear shot him in the ass with a machine gun erected on the top of the upper wing!

One word, escape!

The throttle valve was pushed to the top, the Beiyang Heavy Industry HK10 engine made a terrible rumbling sound, the fuselage shook violently, and the powerful output of 220 horsepower pulled the not too strong aluminum alloy skeleton with canvas wood chip skin fuselage to rush forward, in an instant. Yang Zhiyong felt that something was sucking his back and clinging to the leather backrest.

Looking down, the pointer in the airspeed meter jumped from 150 kilometers per hour to 210 kilometers per hour!

Now is the time!

Yang Zhiyong exerted his strength to breastfeed, and pulled back the lever that was pressed to death, in an instant. The body made a terrifying metal sound, the nose of the plane trembled violently and lifted up a little bit, and once the green of the earth was filled with the blue of the sky and the white of the clouds—escaped!

Looking back, the enemy aircraft was gone.

Look down, two enemy aircraft. One is at a loss for what to do. One was struggling to climb up and chase over, in Yang Zhiyong's opinion. The other party will not be able to catch up with him in another hundred years.

This is the true performance of Yundian, and only pilots who control it with their hearts can give full play to this unparalleled super performance in the world!

After going back and forth, Yang Zhiyong has already identified the other party's model - the French Newport 11.

Two-wing, single-seater, an 80-horsepower engine, a Habkes eight-millimeter machine gun mounted on the top of the upper wing to avoid the propeller, a maximum speed of 152 kilometers per hour, and a climb rate of 4 minutes per kilometer -- the above data on paper are far inferior to the "Yundian" under Yang Zhiyong's seat, but Yang Zhiyong has come to a conclusion based on his actual combat experience: The "Yundian", which overemphasizes high-speed performance, is not suitable for low-altitude and low-speed dogfights with such slow but flexible enemy aircraft, and is even less useful than the "Lightning" that has been replaced.

However, it would be too stupid to ask the superiors to return the new aircraft and replace it with the old aircraft that had been eliminated, not to mention that Yundian has its outstanding strengths after all, and it is the right way to change tactics in a timely manner with its own strengths and weaknesses.

As...... Climb to the air, lock on to the target, dive with all your might, and leave with one blow?

In a flash of inspiration, I made up my mind, kept the throttle valve to the top, pulled the joystick to the end, and the fighter roared through the clouds, and the nose of the plane was raised higher and higher, seventy degrees, eighty degrees, ninety degrees!

The nose of the plane pointed to the zenith, Yang Zhiyong felt that the weight of his whole body was pressed on the back of the chair, but in the next second, he felt that the blood of his whole body suddenly concentrated on his head, his eyes and nose were uncomfortable, and the white clouds and the green ground in the cloud crevices suddenly appeared below his head - the nose of the plane was raised over the top, and the body was completely flipped over, at this moment, Yang Zhiyong was flying upside down, but his hand was still tightly holding the joystick, the somersault was not over, and the circus had to continue.

Until the nose of the aircraft continued to flip over forty or fifty degrees, and the body was in a posture of inverting and diving at a large angle, Yang Zhiyong hurriedly shifted the rod and pedaled the rudder, and a beautiful 180-degree roll, the body was immediately flattened, and finally there was no need to face the ground with his head to the ground and his feet to the sky.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and the enemy plane that was chasing and climbing up had just broken through the clouds, and the entire back of the plane was exposed in front of the nose of Yang Zhiyong's plane.

There was nothing to think about, Yang Zhiyong reflexively pressed the shooting button, and the two 79 caliber air-cooled machine guns in the nose spewed out blazing orange flames at the same time, and under the control of the shooting coordination device, the tracer bullet smoothly passed through the high-speed rotating paddles, paddled a clear trajectory, and poked bullet holes in the wings, fuselage, engine, and pilot's body of the Newport 11......

Flames, black smoke, and the runaway Newport nose rolled down and fell into the clouds, Yang Zhiyong carefully tracked it, and as soon as he passed through the clouds, he saw two other Newport 11s chasing one Yundian in a circle, as if they were trying to force Yundian into a low altitude - it seems that the other party also figured out the performance of Yundian.

Without time to hesitate, Yang Zhiyong roughly calculated the flight trajectory of one of the enemy planes, pressed the lever sharply, the nose of the plane pointed almost vertically to the ground, the throttle valve stabilized to the head, and rushed down at full speed with the momentum of an eagle pounceing on a rabbit.

The opponent's shadow became clearer and clearer in the field of view of the sight, until Yang Zhiyong steadily pressed the shooting button, and the prey still did not react.

A shuttle of bullets crackled through the Newport plane from top to bottom, and Yang Zhiyong's landline also followed closely behind the bullets, grazing the opponent's wingtips and whizzing past.

Pull the rod, turn over half a somersault, roll, climb, Yang Zhiyong looked at the enemy plane that was smoking but did not fall, and was about to chase it over to give a good time, but the back of his head suddenly felt cold, and when he looked back, his intuition saved his life again, and then his head followed the Newport machine!

The pilot's skills of this Newport machine are not bad, the first round of shooting hit the hood of Yang Zhiyong's landline sparks, Yang Zhiyong had no intention of fighting, and quickly drove full horsepower, leading the opponent to the sky, trying to take advantage of the speed advantage of cloud electricity, to the clouds to repeat the return of a hand back to the clouds.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised the nose of the machine, he heard the engine click loudly, and a puff of black smoke suddenly came out from under the hood, which choked Yang Zhiyong with a vicious cough, and at the same time felt that the body was weak, and his body suddenly floated lightly, Yang Zhiyong hurriedly waved his hand to fan off the black smoke, and looked at the nose, the propeller actually stopped!

Power is lost, the body is falling, and there are pursuers behind him.

Yang Zhiyong still refuses to give up.

Tried to re-fire the engine, it was useless.

Check the fuel gauge, although the index is still slowly decreasing, the total oil volume is still above the green line, which is obviously not a problem with the fuel tank.

Yang Zhiyong poked his head out of the windshield and sniffed, and the oncoming wind was mixed with a strong smell of gasoline.

It seems that the engine oil supply pipe was interrupted, but fortunately, the leaking gasoline was not hit by bullets, otherwise, he would have become a human barbecue by now.

Yang Zhiyong took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and quickly glanced behind him, yes, the other party followed leisurely.

Although there is no power, under the effect of the upper and lower two layers of wide wings, the fuselage is still gliding by inertia, and will not fall straight down like a piece of iron for the time being, as long as there is no enemy aircraft chasing, Yang Zhiyong believes that with his own skills, he can still glide by the wind, hover a few times, and find a flat ground to make a forced landing to survive.

But has anyone ever seen that a mad dog that bites its prey will automatically let go?

Another shuttle of bullets was fired from behind him, and continuous light marks passed through both sides of Yang Zhiyong's head, and a few holes were added to the canvas skin of the wings and fuselage, which was not a big deal.

At this moment, people are knives, I am fish and meat, this shuttle misses, and there is the next shuttle, even if you can't light the gasoline leaking from the oil supply pipe, it will always break the wings, rudders, control lines or something, and even directly hit this thin and fragile **......

Yang Zhiyong closed his eyes, silently recited his last wish in his heart, and waited for the execution of the death penalty.

Father...... Your Excellency the Prime Minister...... See you again, mother, brothers, sisters, see you again, no matter what happened between us in the past, now, in the future, please remember me, Zhiyong, I haven't disgraced anyone......

Also, the loveliest Miss Ma, please forget the letters I have written to you, forget me, the one who can never give you happiness, and from now on you can be on the road of your princess without distractions......

The bullets whizzed past his ears non-stop, and the executioner began to execute, and Yang Zhiyong closed his eyes.

Ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

Yang Zhiyong confirmed that he was still alive.

When I opened my eyes, on the left-hand side, parallel to the machine, there was a cloud electric fighter plane with two watermelons painted on the rudder without authorization, and in the driver's seat, a striking and windy embroidered silk brocade scarf fluttered in the wind - who else could this be?

Lin Ying...... Damn, there's another lifesaver......"