Like Führer Accardo, Garland seems to be in a good mood lately, as he has received a personal prize from the Flying Group – a specially modified high-altitude liquid-cooled FW-190D fighter.

Like the standard liquid-cooled FW-190D fighter, the aircraft was armed with a 30 mm cannon and two 13 mm machine guns. It takes into account the ultra-high destructive ability of the machine gun and the durability of the machine gun firepower.

One of the most striking differences in this plane is that there is a whole large blank space left under the cabin to paint Garand's dazzling record these days. He scored his 41st shot down in frequent take-off operations. This result was 2nd overall in the Luftwaffe.

Of course, since it is a specially improved aircraft, this aircraft must have some different devices from other aircraft. The only improvement on this aircraft is that on its flight dashboard, there is a dedicated cigar lighter. This is tailor-made for Garand, who loves cigars.

And with the approval of the relevant departments of the Air Force, the aircraft was allowed to paint the tail in bright red, which was also an additional reward for the Luftwaffe to ace pilots who had more than 50 aircraft.

Red Baron Manfred von Richthofen was Garand's idol, and even when he spoke, he deliberately imitated the legendary pilot who shot down 80 planes. So this time, he didn't hesitate to paint the tail of the plane bright red.

The Luftwaffe was invincible in the skies over France, so the jurisdictions of the various fighter units also became very chaotic, and in order to compete for some success, the ace pilots were allowed to hunt in the adjacent airspace.

At this moment, Garland was patrolling the edge of the airspace he was responsible for, and because the plane was slaughtered, the French Air Force had rarely taken off fighters to challenge the German planes for two days.

"Wingman, the height is now 5700 meters. Keep your height up. Garland looked around, then spoke on the intercom.

The wingman's voice came through the headphones: "No problem. I'm flying with you in the upper left of you. ”

"Pay attention to the position of the clouds! If a French plane dares to appear, it must be a veteran! Can't you be careless?" Garland lit a cigar for himself and took a pleasant puff.

The Luftwaffe had recently lost four FW-190D fighter jets, all of which had been killed while on a two-plane patrol, and the communications were very strange, and the pilots who were shot down and killed were shot down after diving or biting the target.

The military reported that the British entered service with a new fighter with a rotating turret above the aircraft. Such aircraft can fire upwards and directly behind, and the fire is very ferocious, but this claim has not been confirmed until now.

"Understood!" replied the wingman in the headset. The two planes remained in formation, patrolling their airspace one after the other.

Suddenly, Garland saw several planes flying towards them at an altitude of about 3,000 meters. Garland immediately snuffed out the cigar in his hand, looked at it carefully, and confirmed the number of enemy planes: "Wingman! Wingman! At 9 o'clock diagonally below, I saw four enemy planes! ”

"I saw it! I saw it! It's too far away for me to make out the model of the enemy plane!" replied the wingman after a few seconds.

"Stay high! I'll dive and attack in a moment! You follow me, cover my tail. Garland thought about it for a moment and gave the order to attack: "Start diving slightly! Increase your speed!"

After a few more seconds, the two sides were closer, and Garland could see the markings painted on the wings of the opposing plane, which were four British planes, not their old rivals, French fighters. And this kind of plane is very weird, there is a strange glass bulge behind the cabin.

"Attack begins!" Galland hesitated, and he decisively gave the order to attack, and the two German fighters began to dive down sharply to gain more speed. The roar of the engines and the sound of the fuselage rubbing against the airflow were like a symphony, and Garland's eyelids jumped, and a feeling of unease welled up in his heart.

As the distance got closer, Garand's good eyesight finally saw the strange appearance of the enemy plane, and the strange transparent "bulge" turned out to be a turret with four machine guns. Garland subconsciously swung the joystick to the right with his hand, and then exclaimed loudly: "Roll over! Wingman, they can hit you!"

Almost at the same time, the British dreadnoughts opened fire, and the bullets rained down, and the entire 16 machine guns on the four dreadnoughts sprayed hundreds of rounds in an instant.

However, fortunately, Garland's voice reminded them that the two German fighters made a difficult sideways roll while diving, and the two planes quickly dived and rolled one in front of the other, one behind the other, one left and one right, avoiding the dense barrage, and flying past the two wings of the British record.

It's like hunting a rabbit and accidentally stepping on a grizzly bear's tail during a hunting game - Garland has a grizzly face. The British planes were obviously faster than the fighters of their allies, France, and Garland, who had lost their flight altitude, and his wingman could not escape the entanglement of the British planes for a moment.

"Roll across! Keep rolling! And look for an opportunity to hover and pull up! We must regain altitude! Do you hear me?wingman?wingman?" shouted Garland as he steered the plane from side to side to avoid bullets that might come from behind.

"I hear it! I'm climbing! I'm climbing! But I can see them biting me! I can't shake them off. The wingman's pilot replied nervously. It turned out that the British pilots were very well trained, and at a time when the gap in fighters was slightly better, their combat effectiveness was not weak.

Garland denied the somersault tail biting attack, as he spent most of his time exposed to the damn turret fire on the other side's back, so he felt that he should get rid of the contact first, and then calmly think of a better solution.

But something happened to him a little unexpectedly, after biting him, the British fighter did not fire, but followed him very calmly. Could it be that the other side is so confident? Want to shorten the distance before firing? Knowing that the FW-190D has an ultra-high flight speed of nearly 600 kilometers in this era, is it possible for the British to build a better fighter?

Garland doesn't believe it, and he has to convince himself not to think about it. Carefully controlling his plane, Garand swayed from side to side and suddenly pulled up the plane. At this time, the opposing fighter actually opened fire. But because he turned particularly suddenly, the bullet kept chasing the tail of his plane, but did not hit his fighter.

The FW-190D fighter climbs quite fast, so this time Garand got out of his danger, and the fighter once again flew towards the white clouds, and he seemed to have found a magic weapon to defeat the enemy.

The strange attack of the British fighter just now made him think of something, but he forgot about it because of the chaos. Now he needed to think hard about it, to think of a perfect countermeasure to deal with these strange British fighters.

The wingman seemed to be lucky, although the flying posture was very ugly, but the twist and pinch still used the speed to get rid of the British fighter and began to climb rapidly. After this bizarre failed attack, the two German planes were apparently more cautious, and they climbed to an altitude of 6,000 meters before stopping, and began to circle around the British planes, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

At this time, the feeling is a bit like the feeling of a hound surrounding a hedgehog and having nowhere to mouth. The most common dive attacks and tail-biting approach tactics of German aircraft were blocked by the strange turrets of this aircraft, and if they continued to attack with the old tactics, they would be shot down by this aircraft.

So Garland planned to rely on his own experience to go to the real thing, and he ordered the wingman who had just returned: "Maintain the height, be ready to cover me at any time." I'm going to attack again. ”

Another dive, the crazy dive characteristic of the German fighter, the dive to the extreme, breaking through the speed of human limits, with the sound of the whistling wind, pressing all the internal organs on the back, feeling the incomparable feeling of pushing back. Break through the speed to 600 km/h. With this speed, rushing at the British group with lightning speed, Garand intended to tear apart the target with invincible firepower.

"Tutu, tutu. This time, without getting close to the target, Garland opened fire with the 30mm cannon in the nose, and the tongues of fire erupted, and the bullets flew in the sky in a graceful line, but because of the distance, most of the shells did not hit the British planes.

The British shooters saw that the situation was not good, and opened fire in advance, but it was very difficult for the small-caliber machine guns to hit the Garand, who was swaying and diving from side to side, at such a distance. So the two sides exchanged fire again and played a draw, and neither was able to hit anyone.

"I seem to know their weakness! These planes don't maneuver as nimble as we do, and their firepower isn't accurate when they maneuver. Garland maneuvered the plane and continued to sway from side to side to get rid of the British plane's tracking, and then said in the intercom: "There is another problem, they don't seem to be able to fire at the target in front of them." ”

"I think I have to tell you the not-so-good news, it seems that other planes are approaching here. The wingman's words came through the headphones: "You have to pull it up! I can't tell which plane is coming!"