Martin and Taylor's surprise was actually two Spitfires. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I thought about whether it would be a P-51 fighter, but if I think about it, although the P-51 has been successfully developed, it has not yet been delivered to the British army, and it will not appear in the skies over Britain in 1940.

The Spitfire is actually quite advanced, and compared with the rival BF109 fighter, the BF109 has the advantage in top speed and flight altitude, and the Spitfire is superior in horizontal maneuverability and firepower.

Due to Kem's sacrifice, there was a vacancy in our team, and there was no one to fill it for a while, so Taylor and I had to temporarily form a two-plane formation.

The Germans suffered a small loss in the last air battle, and in the next two days the Germans dispatched only a few aircraft to carry out harassing attacks.

On August 18, the Germans suddenly launched a powerful offensive, and our 11th fighter group was again tasked with blocking German bombers.

The Germans learned the lessons of the past, and this time their goal was changed to airfields. The German bombardment of Britain in the early days was very scattered, basically bombing what was valuable, and there was no fixed type of target. The Germans gradually reacted that such tactics were highly attritional, and the effect was not very good. This time, the Germans focused their attacks on British airfields and aircraft manufacturing bases, preparing to eliminate the British air counterattack force.

The 35 British fighters that took off quickly lined up in formation, and Taylor and I hung in a zigzag formation at the rear, which was particularly eye-catching among the many "V" characters, like a small tail of the captain of the group.

During these two days of patrolling, Taylor and I tried to study the tactics of the one-line formation. The Platoon formation is more flexible and can take the horizontal maneuverability of the Spitfire to the extreme. In view of the rogue tactics of the German army approaching at high altitude and high speed and running away at the first beat, we have developed a new set of tactics. And today is the day of validation!

We quickly arrived at the expected interception position, only to find that there were no enemy aircraft. Today's weather is not very good, the clouds are very thick, is it difficult for the moral army to return halfway due to the weather?

British fighters dispersed and cruised at an altitude of 8,000 meters to search for enemy aircraft.

At this moment, there was a screeching sound diagonally above us, and nearly 40 German fighters broke through the clouds from an altitude of 10,000 meters and entered our group.

The British pilots panicked, and the formation suddenly became chaotic. The Germans seized the opportunity and smashed 7 British fighters into pieces.

German fighters rushed past the British group and quickly turned to pull up, preparing for a second pounce. The tactics of the Germans were exactly the same as those of sharks hunting sardines, constantly encroaching.

Taylor and I didn't get hit by the first wave, I shook my wings and began to carry out our plan.

We flew out of the group, I was in front, Taylor was diagonally behind me. I raised my head and looked up closely, paying attention to the movement of the German planes.

Two German fighters spotted us trying to "escape" and quickly dived and pounced.

The Germans bit Taylor's tail and swept the chain from the rear towards us, and the Germans had such a big appetite and wanted to eat us at once. Taylor and I were in the left and right "S" horizontal maneuvers at the same time. The high speed of the German dive doomed them to only a dozen seconds of attack, and they could not turn horizontally to maneuver.

Two German planes whizzed past us, and Taylor and I each bit one and chased after us.

The German planes were very fast, and the distance between them and me was gradually widening, so I moved the aiming ring forward and took advantage of the dilemma that the Germans were now difficult to change direction and directly press the fire button.

It was not so much that I hit the German plane, but that he himself crashed headlong into a rain of bullets, the left wing of the German army was hit by a dense number of bullets, the overwhelmed wing was directly torn, and the German plane instantly lost control and entered a dangerous hovering state. I didn't care about the plane anymore, even if the pilot succeeded in parachuting, he would have landed on British soil, and being captured was the only result.

Taylor's opponents were very experienced in forcibly pulling the plane up before being hit, which was very demanding on the pilot's physical fitness, and the centrifugal force would rush blood into the brain in an instant, causing the pilot to be temporarily blind, shocked and even die. This pilot was lucky or strong, he managed to get out of Taylor's lock, and if I hadn't rushed over, Taylor might have been bitten back.

The battle in the air was not optimistic for the British army, and in the short time that we were fighting with the Germans, there were less than 20 fighters left in combat, and many flying formations were disabled.

The reduction of fighters, especially the breakup of the three-plane formation, has made the British fleet more flexible. While evading the German attack, the British pilots gradually discovered this. As time passed, the downed British planes began to plummet, but instead several German planes were accidentally bitten and smashed to pieces.

A group of black dots appeared in the distance, and the British and German troops in the melee stopped at the same time, discerning the suddenly approaching group of aircraft.

I squinted my eyes and looked closely, and my eyesight far beyond ordinary people allowed me to see the incoming plane first, which was the fighter plane of the second group, our reinforcements.

I increased the throttle and rushed directly to the Germans, and the opportunity to beat the water dogs came!

Taylor now trusted me and rushed after me, and the rest of the British, though they hadn't identified reinforcements yet, guessed from our performance.

The morale of the remnants of the British army was greatly boosted, and they rushed to the Germans desperately, just to prevent this group of wolves from escaping!

The German soldiers were startled by the sudden bloody British pilots, and they also understood that the tide was turning, so they quickly turned to flee, relying on the speed advantage of the fighters to get rid of the entanglement of the British army.

We wanted to pursue, but we saw a signal to retreat.

As we approached the reinforcements, we all took a breath. These fighters were not fresh troops, but the remnants of the German army in other defense areas in advance.

Most of their planes are riddled with bullet holes, and they are running out of ammunition and fuel. It was this group of paper tigers that scared the Germans away.

The way back was peaceful, 35 when I went out, but less than 20 came back.

During the meal, the pilots were silent, and many people sadly touched the empty seats. Although I am used to seeing life and death parting, I still can't let go of seeing such a scene.

"I think the fighter formation needs to be changed, there are too many unnecessary casualties today" I whispered to Taylor, ready to unite some pilots to force the above to make changes.

"Actually, there are a lot of people who have already seen the problem," Taylor's tone was a little dissatisfied.

"Then why don't you change it?"

"Maybe those officials and gentlemen think that the V-shaped formation is better-looking."

Taylor's sarcastic words resonated with the surrounding pilots, who cursed the bastards who wrote the air combat tutorials.

"Why don't we go to the command and report it?" My words made the eyes of the pilots around me light up.

The meal was not eaten, and the agitated pilots threw down their knives and forks and blocked the gate of the airport headquarters in groups.