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Don't let us go back?

What the heck?

Do you want me to fly in the sky for the rest of my life?

Grass!

"Press it all over the line! exterminated the little sheep that lived on Rabbit Island!! ”

The MiGs, who were originally circling in the air, immediately pounced on the Royal Air Force fleet that was still guarding against three MiGs under the leadership of the Snitch Commander!

"Oh! Damn it! Why did you come so much?!! ”

"Call the ground, call the ground, call for support!!"

"God! They're too fast! ”

"Da ・・・・・"

"Whoosh・・・・・・ boom ・・・・・"

In the hurried barrage, one by one nesting doll fragmentation missiles were thrown into the royal fleet below like aerial bombs!

This tactic was not uncommon in World War II.

For example, fighter jets will use this method to deal with the enemy when facing a huge group of heavy bombardment aircraft!

Only this time, it's fighter vs. fighter!

The ceiling of the MiG's lift is simply too high!

Moreover, at the ultra-high speed, in the scope of the Royal Air Force, only a flickering phantom can be seen!!

Matryoshka launched in high-speed motion can't even match the speed of a fighter plane!

The high-paced battle made the Royal Air Force a little dumbfounded for a while.

How to play this?

You can't even aim, let alone shoot!

"Calling the ground! Request for reinforcements... No, request landing!! There is no way to fight this air battle! ”

The Air Force Colonel, who was originally going to make a big show and dispatch several squadrons to a **, was numb.

It's not about military merit and victory, it's about minimizing your own losses as much as possible!

No, it's to keep the great Royal Air Force!

The plane, although it is wooden, also costs money!

It's cheap, but it's a lot of work!

The loss of one or two may not be a concern, but hundreds of pilots have been killed.

This is a catastrophic loss on which the sun never sets!

There is no satellite positioning, and there is no high-altitude surveillance.

The top brass of the Air Force, who remained on the ground and could only observe through radar, did not know what was happening at all.

Looking at the chaos on the radar into a mass of your own units, I was a little dazed for a while.

What the heck?

Three hundred to fifty, is it possible that it will be overturned?

Even Air Force General Dowding and a group of staff officers are now at a loss for decision-making.

For the MiG, which is flying in the sky over Mokos, there is too much missing in terms of intelligence!

Just know that it is an expensive fighter with an all-aluminum chassis!

As for the rest, except for knowing that there are three weapons and can fire a rocket that explodes in the air, the rest is all black.

How fast can it fly? It is said that it is two or three times as much as your own!

How high can you fly? It is said that it can reach an altitude of 10,000 meters!

What engine is used? I don't know!

How long is the battle? I don't know!

Well, in fact, these data were copied by spies from Nazi Germany, some of the parameters of the bomber of the century.

The air battle was not long, and more than ten seconds after the request to the ground was sent, the colonel, who had not received a reply, was in a hurry.

The slow flight speed of your own side, as well as the weapons that are less than two-thirds of the range of the opponent, completely turn your own fighters into moving targets in the air!

Although many experienced pilots, under the cover of three or three, cautiously designed traps to encircle and shoot at the enemy.

But in the face of a huge gap and strong strength, all plans have come to naught!

Three scimitar fighters, which acted as decoys, gradually retreated, guarded by two Bristol fighters.

Ready to attract distant tigers and rush towards their own MiGs to continue deeper.

And on the flanks, six new Bristols are moving forward quickly.

It seems to be ready to flank and outflank!

This is a squadron under the command of General Thor in the Northern Theater of Operations of the Air Force.

And did not accept the command of the old colonel!

The old colonel, who was on the other side of the group, suddenly noticed the situation here.

"Oh!! No!!! ”

The colonel's concern was certainly not the MiG.

Naturally, it's not your own fighter that wants to stop it!

Rather, in the heartache of the 11 pilots who have gone on the road to death!

That's right, in the eyes of the colonel, these 11 fighters, have already been destroyed!

Although these wooden shells are still intact at this moment!

There was nothing wrong with the traps designed, and the tactics used were exactly right.

But the old-fashioned combat methods can be used on the MiGs in these traps, which is really a joke!

So, in the midst of the stunned eyes of many Royal Air Forces.

The MiG, which was encircled, first slowed down, and then suddenly spewed out a stream of air from the tail, and the entire fuselage slammed into the sky in a violent tremor.

The pilots, who had already surrounded and were about to press the shooting button, were all dumbfounded.

What kind of speed is this?

Can the pilot inside withstand such a powerful overload?

However, although this group of people was thinking like this in their heads, their eyes showed despair!

Because when the MiG soared into the sky, it had already launched all the nesting dolls mounted under the wings!

"Boom ・・・・・"

An unusually bewildering firework burst into the air, and six or seven black fireballs fell into his farm under the frightened eyes of the farmer below.

As for the rest, they were either killed on the spot, or the fuselage with the fire in tow was making a forced landing.

It's a pity that both the injured and the ones who jumped out of the plane were taken away by the MiGs who were waiting to collect their heads.

“shit！！ You can't attack a parachutist pilot who has lost his mount, lost his weapon, and is no longer armed!! ”

Looking at the field of vision, a MiG tore a pilot into the air with a clatter, and the Air Force colonel was furious!

"Humanity! You damn guys, what have you all done?!! ”

"Oh!! Oh my God, stop!! ”

The enraged colonel, piloting his old mount, the Scimitar Fighter, rushed forward at once.

Unexpectedly, a MiG rushed up from below, spraying a metal warhead and directly breaking his fighter in two.

I felt the smoke rising rapidly in front of me, the burning pain behind my back, and the swirling gaze.

The colonel did not choose to skydive.

Instead, in the fall, just staring at the fighter that shot down himself!

Even if the rotation disturbed the vision, it did not change the nail-like eyes.

"Streamlined size, fire-breathing tail, wings extending backwards like swallows, about 18 meters long, wingspan 12 meters, about 5 meters high, incalculable weight, speed has exceeded 300 meters per second・・・・・・・・・・ weapons should indeed be three, but there are eight mounts for rockets in the abdomen・・・・・・・"

The colonel fell.

The world-famous colonel, who made great achievements in World War I, was caught off guard and was beaten in two by MiG.

But the communicator that the Colonel had turned on before he died, and the scribbled note in his hand, which had been placed in an iron cigarette case to protect it, brought the information to the command of the Royal Air Force.