81_81266 There are always some people who don't have time to watch "The Führer's Sunday", and there are always some people who have a more colorful Sunday than the Führer. On the very day of the release of this documentary, a thrilling air battle broke out between the Luftwaffe and the Soviet Air Force on the Eastern Front.

The two latest TA-152 fighters flew one after the other at the altitude they were best at, and the pilot skillfully pushed the control stick in his hand to make the world's most advanced fighter fly more smoothly.

It was the wingman's fifth independent flight and the wingman's first front-line patrol flight. And this young pilot, whose name is Hardeman, is only less than 17 years old, and he is considered a novice among novices.

He was personally nominated by the Führer to be sent to the front, so the treatment was different from that of other supplementary pilots, and as soon as he came, he was sent to the 1st Fighter Wing of the Luftwaffe led by Colonel Garland. It so happened that this unit is now being reequipped with the latest TA-152 fighter jets on a large scale.

As a result, such a novice pilot, who was supposed to go to other units for training and training, became a front-line pilot of the front-line fighter unit at an incredible speed under the influence of the idea of "colluding with the Führer." Although this decision seems to be a bit child's play, because the intensity of the air battle on the Eastern Front has weakened, everyone has turned a blind eye and let go of some small details.

Anyway, it was just a simple combat patrol, and the Soviets didn't dare to take off fighters to really intercept them anyway, anyway, even if the battle happened, the battle-hardened pilots could take advantage of the unparalleled performance advantage of the TA-152 fighter to retreat calmly, and in the sky in May 1938, no aircraft could catch up with the German fighters, this conclusion is undoubtedly the pride of all German pilots.

"Hardeman, I'm simulating a dive attack now, and you're going to cover my back and flanks, and then I'm going to pull up and cover you to continue the simulated attack...... Do you understand what I'm saying?" Changji Tong guò walkie-talkie assigned the task of simulation training, after all, he took the novice to the front line this time a little unruly, so he also thought about returning home quickly after completing the task.

Hardeman heard the voice of the long machine coming from the earphones, and immediately replied, "Hardeman understands, long machine, I'm following you! Long machine, I'm following you!"

The pilot of the long plane nodded, this young man favored by the Führer has been modest and cautious since he came to the fighter unit, and meets the qualities that every child of this age should have: he is obedient and willing to obey the various flying tasks assigned by the commander.

Thinking of this, the pilot of the long plane began to push his own aircraft control stick, and the TA-152 fighter who was nimble at high altitude immediately responded, the horizontal scale showed that the plane was diving, and the speedometer also showed that the plane began to slowly increase speed. The roar of the engine is intoxicating, and this machine is made for war.

Hardeman saw that the long plane began to dive, so he was also ready to follow it down to perform the dive attack simulation action that he had trained many times, but he saw some shadows not far below, so he did not immediately make a technical move: "Long plane! There is something at a height of about 7,000 meters in front of you!"

"Soviet planes!" The news immediately came from the long plane: "Keep your flight altitude! Keep your flight altitude! I'm climbing! I'll talk about it after recovering my high-altitude position!"

The distance between the two sides was getting closer, and Hardeman saw the true number of the other side, which was a full 10 Soviet fighters, but not the model in the identification manual - Hardeman had memorized pictures of Soviet fighters, at least he did not recognize the Soviet plane in the distance.

"Long plane, long plane, I can't identify those planes, these planes are not Soviet fighters, do we need to make sure?" Hardeman reported as he waited for his long plane to regain altitude as he observed his opponent.

There was laughter from the long plane: "Boy, it's rare to encounter such an opportunity in actual combat, so I'll teach you the first rule in the rules of air combat on the Eastern Front: 'All planes that don't have an iron cross on their wings must be killed!'

With the command of the long plane, the two German planes began their own dive, the engines roaring louder and louder, and the planes reached a staggering speed of 700 kilometers per hour. The two planes were like two falcons soaring down in the sky, approaching their targets at great speed with the sound of whirring air.

The Soviet planes apparently spotted the two enemies as well, and after maintaining a relatively loose formation, they began to disperse, and it was evident that the engines of this new aircraft should be good, and they were much faster than the improved I-16 fighter that the Soviet Air Force had always relied on. The planes dispersed and began to adjust their positions, apparently with no intention of escaping.

"Attack with a dive pull!" the long plane gave the order to attack, and Hardeman pressed his slightly trembling fingers against the fire switch. He was a little nervous now, because after all, the combat in such a situation was definitely not something that simulation training could teach.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" The long plane flying not far in front of him opened fire, and the tracer bullets drew a straight line in the sky, rushing towards the enemy planes farther ahead, and the short firing at this distance can disrupt the opponent's formation formation, and you can also adjust the attack feeling first, and prepare for a closer attack.

The other side was really confused, and several Soviet planes shook their fuselages slightly, apparently preparing to evade the bullets fired by the German planes. However, there should also be veterans in the middle of the Soviet fleet, but after a little panic, they stabilized their positions, and several planes began to climb in altitude, ready to fight the German planes to the death.

After the sound of "buzzing", Hardeman adjusted his flight trajectory slightly, he did not stubbornly follow behind the long plane, but followed the angle of flight oblique behind the long plane, which made it easier to see the long plane firing and the appearance of the enemy plane.

"Tutu, Tutu, Tutu!" This time the distance was close enough, and the long plane did not hesitate to start his own attack. The shells dragged the bright light to the opposite plane, and after a short time, the first Soviet fighter was planted in smoke and fell out of the air. It didn't fall many meters, and the Soviet plane, which was already burning with smoke, broke into several knots in the air.

Oh my God, this is killing? In just a few seconds, a plane fell from the sky, and the image shook Hardeman's heart. He had seen many images of airplanes and gliders soaring through the sky, but he had never seen such a bloody scene - isn't the vast sky the place to soar? Why does graceful flying become so rough here?

Before poor Hardeman could finish his thoughts, he heard his own long plane loudly reminding him to be careful: "Watch your flying position! Oh my God! You almost hit me! How can you fly to my flank and rear? That's the route I pulled up! Watch out for enemy planes! Be careful of enemy planes!"

He quickly shook his joystick and adjusted his position, only to find that the long plane was climbing at the height of the wolf, obviously his long plane was frightened by the way he hit it just now, and the headphones were full of frightened screams. Hardeman had little time to apologize at this time, because he had already rushed into the encirclement of Soviet planes.

Hardeman hurriedly continued to push his joystick vigorously, so that the speed of the plane continued to increase, and the TA-152 fighter dive speed exceeded 700 kilometers per hour, which was enough for him to distance the two fighters, and also allowed him to calmly climb in the distance to find his height.

"There's an enemy plane on your flank!Be careful!He's firing!He's firing!" the long plane was chased by two Soviet planes and escaped, while loudly reminding his wingman that he didn't care about asking who the chief plane was, and now his mind was full of the urge to leave here with Hardeman.

At this time, Hardeman was startled by the reminder shouted by his long plane, and he quickly subconsciously continued to push his joystick to the side, so TA-152 began to roll sensitively - TA-152's roll is its only weakness, but this is compared with the previous W-190D, which does not mean that the TA-152 fighter is weak in rolling.

However, he made another roll in the process of diving, which was obviously a heavy test of the strength of the entire fighter structure. Fortunately, this is a German fighter, and the quality can be said to be absolutely the world's first-class storage zài, if it were replaced by the Japanese Zero, which is extremely lightweight, it would have already disintegrated at this time.

Hardeman suddenly felt that he had fallen in love with the plane, and he felt that he could entrust his life to this reliable partner. He loves to fly and compete, but he has never had such an airplane that can be entrusted with his life. At this moment, as if he had found his lover, he let out a high-pitched cheer.

Cheering in a hail of bullets seems like a crazy thing. Even the German long plane found it a little incredible. At this time, Hardeman was surrounded by 7 Soviet fighters at medium and low altitudes, which can be said to be full of dangers, and with a slight mistake, he could become the first TA-152 fighter pilot in German history to be shot down by an opponent.

However, the cheer with excitement and joy made the experienced pilot, who had flown more than 100 hours on the front line, feel relieved to abandon his wingman and continue to climb. He remembered how he had felt when he flew the TA-152 fighter for the first time, and he wanted to cheer for such an airplane