Facing these 4 new British planes with strange attack methods is tricky enough, and if you come again, it will be a little overwhelming. So Garland shouted an order to his wingman as he climbed: "Keep an eye on those planes that are flying over, and if they are enemy planes, sue us immediately." ”

Garland pulled up his joystick once more, letting his entrails squeeze against his back, which slammed against his seat. The liquid-cooled engine of his FW-190D roared and began to exert its powerful power, and the entire plane once again raised its head and flew into the vast sky.

"Oh my God, Captain! It was indeed our plane, and it was the FW-190 fighter that was flying, but it was not the fighter of our squadron. The wingman's voice came from the headset, which made Garland breathe a sigh of relief and then felt very faceless - he couldn't solve the problem in his own airspace, and he had to rely on others to help, what was this called.

There weren't many planes coming, only two, one after the other, flying quickly under the clouds, and although the fuselage underneath them was painted white, the ugly shape of the FW-190D could still be distinguished.

The two planes soon joined the battle circle, and Garland had just climbed to regain his altitude when he saw the two fighters start diving. Garland turned on the intercom and chose to the shared frequency band and shouted, "Be careful, they have turrets on their plane......"

However, he suddenly found that the two planes began to dive and circle in a large area, and maintained a good formation, this sophisticated attack method made Garland involuntarily frown. The two German planes approached the target with a dive, but instead of approaching the opponent in a high-speed straight line, they turned the straight line into a curve by going around in circles, and then the curve narrowed the distance between the two sides.

The turret fire on the British planes began to disperse, and it was obvious that the rotation of the turret was not an easy task, and the two German planes acted as if they were playing tricks on their opponents, and in the process of circling and diving, they also performed a roll stunt performed by two planes at the same time.

When the distance approached a certain range, and the firepower of the British fighters was also dispersed to a very messy time, the German fighters led by the German fighter suddenly cut into their own attack angle with a continuous roll, and the cannon opened fire for two seconds, but it was not in love with the battle, like an assassin, after a blow, it was thousands of miles away.

However, the British fighter he bit was less graceful, and it seemed that the terrible 13 mm machine gun of the German fighter hit it, and the plane began to fall to the ground in smoke, and in the process of falling, the left wing burned and broke, and Garand was terrified.

And just as Garland was focusing on the long plane that looked like an air dancer, another wingman cut into the tail of the British fighter in the same way, and it was the same fierce and short attack at close range, destroying the target and calmly leaving.

"Captain, these two planes are amazing. The wingman's voice came through the headphones, pulling Garland back from shock to reality: "They flew so beautifully, and they worked so well together." ”

It seemed that a feeling of heartache came from Garand's heart, and his breathing became heavy. He has always been like the famous Red Baron Richthofen in the First World War, who single-handedly thought he was the king of the air, the master of the blue sky.

But today he suddenly realized that he was wrong, and he was wrong. Gone seem to be the days of relying on individual flying skills to dominate the skies, and now it is the era of tactical air combat that relies on a combination of sophisticated coordination and good technology. In the air not far away, the coordination tactics that he once disdained were so pleasing to the eye.

He began to reflect on what he had done, and began to feel that his own arbitrariness had killed his wingman pilot. Once this kind of thought spread, he, who claimed to be the absolute ace of air combat, began to be afraid and began to question his own thoughts.

If, if he was not a lone ranger who likes to fight alone from the beginning, but studied teamwork, would he still be able to shoot down so many planes, and would he still be able to protect his downed wingman and make him the trump card that soars in front of him?

The long plane continued to circle to the left at this point, once again aimed its nose in the direction of the remaining two British planes, and then crossed the heads of the British fighters in a provocative manner from a long distance. The turrets of the enemy planes were still firing back fiercely, but it was clear that the rules were out of order, and they blindly fired in all directions, and the planes turned around in a panic.

Soon the two German planes circled back again, they calmly pulled the trigger, the 13 mm caliber machine guns on the wings sprayed bullets, and flew towards the British fighter with tracer bullets, and soon a painful British dreadnought fighter was hit in the wing, the plane struggled to maintain a flying posture in the smoke, but it was no longer able to do complex dodging maneuvers.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the German plane's cannon roared again, directly destroying the fragile wing that was already full of bullet holes, the one that was already smoking broke off, and then the entire plane exploded in the air, like a brilliant salute.

The remaining British fighter stumbled all the way to escape, but its speed disadvantage gave it no chance to escape. Two German fighters chased after each other, smashing the last enemy plane to pieces in one fell swoop.

"It doesn't look like there's anything we have to do here. Garland let out a sigh of relief and said, "Let's go back to the ground first, and then ask the fighter unit next door, which are the two masters." ”

He shook the plane's joystick and left the airspace without looking back, his wingman following him without saying a word, and on the way back there was no relaxed laughter, only irritating silence.

"Ground Tower! I'm Garand! I'm applying to land now!" didn't even smoke his favorite cigar along the way, and Garland didn't even dare to look at the cigar lighter that made him so proud. He did the best of every maneuver as carefully as if he were flying for the first time, and his tone was full of pilgrimage solemnity.

"This is the ground tower! Welcome back! Captain!" heard the voice of the ground control tower in the headset, and his plane meticulously landed on the airport runway, then he stopped his plane, and then lifted his cockpit canopy.

Several ground crews came up, took his oxygen mask, and helped him jump off the plane. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Garland asked, "Which flight unit is stationed at Airport 7?"

"Captain, are you asking about the two ace pilots at Airport No. 7? I know that one of them is called Heinz Bahr, who has shot down one plane less than you, and the other is Erich Rudolfler, and I heard that he has surpassed you. A ground crew member said with a smile: "I heard that they all have wingmen, because of the recent strange loss of many novice pilots, the two of them teamed up, hoping to achieve another result." ”

"We're all betting on whether they'll be able to shoot down that legendary British dreadnought. Another ground crew interjected.

"Don't bet, they just shot down 4 fighters that I haven't seen before, and judging by their appearance, they should be those strange dreadnoughts. Garland sighed and said, "Call all the pilots to the conference room for a meeting, deploy the next stage of flight training, and then explain some of the performance analysis of enemy aircraft I got today." ”

Soon all the pilots were gathered and a room full of people. They gathered in front of Garand's blackboard and listened carefully to Garand's analysis of the attack characteristics of the British fighters.

"Such an aircraft with a turret cannot attack targets directly in front of it, and the turret does not turn at a speed that can keep up with our fighters. So try to hover and switch directions frequently to induce them to make mistakes. Garland pointed to the flight path drawn on the blackboard and said to his men, "In addition, the FW-190D fighter has a very good roll ability, which can be used for local maneuvers. ”

"One more thing!" Garland stared at his men, and then said solemnly, "I used to despise the cover role of wingmen, and thought that air combat alone was full of beauty......

He paused, scratched his head with his hand, and continued, somewhat lonely, "I was wrong! I am responsible for the downing of my wingman." Gentlemen, I now command you to try to maintain good communication with your wingmen, to train together and to get used to cooperating with each other! ”

"I will write a detailed operational report and give it to General Catherine, and then do a deep examination to express my deep apologies to my wingman. Garland spoke with tears in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall: "I'm done!" ”

"Smack!" "Smack!" first Garland's current wingman pilot applauded, then all the pilots in the room applauded, and they all applauded and cheered for Garand. They were completely different from when they first walked into the house, and they admired and supported their captain Garland even more.

And as the initiator of this temporary meeting, Garland does not know it now. Because of his changes, he created a myth of the Luftwaffe's most legendary all-staff ace flying group. In the days to come, the squadron produced 95 ace pilots, 27 of whom shot down more than 10 enemy planes, and 4 of whom exceeded the record of 50 aircraft, and Garland himself became a well-known pilot in the Air Force.