The engines of the plane roared happily, the slender wings let the fuselage break away from the control of gravity and began to leap into the sky, the hydraulic load-bearing rods on the wheels of the plane gradually regained their elasticity, and finally the tires left the ground and began to converge towards the center and under the fuselage.

The Ta-152 fighter left the runway and flew into the endless sky, followed by another German army's most advanced piston fighter. They flew east one after the other, heading towards the airspace assigned by their mission. Behind them, the 20 Ta-152 fighters that had already risen into the air had already completed the formation, followed the two planes, and killed them in the distance together.

The Soviets used 10 advanced P-40 fighters to escort eight SB-2 bombers with bombs. It can be regarded as more than enough to deal with a bridge, but who would have thought that the Luftwaffe was looking for fighters to annihilate the air power of the Soviet army, and dispatched a terrible 22 fighters in one go for air supremacy.

As the fighters departed, on the ground at the airfield, the German ground crews began to explain their work processes to the soldiers of the "Young Army of the Future of Germany", who were responsible for educating these young, most of them between the ages of 15 and 16, so that they could master a skill.

The young men were integrated into an organization called the Young Boys of Germany and learned some practical industrial knowledge in the relative safety of the rear. For example, learning how to use a lathe from a master in a factory, repairing an airplane at an airport, and how to replace engine parts -- in short, Accardo is working out various ways to create and increase the talent pool for Germany's future.

Most of these young people are learning from workers or soldiers who are talented in some way, so that they can have skills in the future and continue to serve the future development of Germany. Once Germany ushered in the final peace, then these children who had been exposed to industrial machinery and equipment could serve as technical backbones in factories, so that Germany would not lose its development inertia due to the war.

Some of them followed the mechanics to learn the theoretical knowledge and operating principles of the radio, some followed the truck drivers to learn how to drive and maintain vehicles, and some of them served as naval apprentices, following their predecessors to enrich themselves in the war, and learning scattered but practical knowledge for the future.

In fact, it was precisely because the Greater German Party led by Accardo reassured the German people in many details that the entire German Reich maintained a high level of enthusiasm for war from beginning to end during the more than a year of war, and was not dragged down by anti-war sentiment.

"Heinz, you've been working with that pilot for a few days, and I don't think you've learned much every day except to help him with those things and be a little follower. A young boy who was learning mechanical maintenance with the ground staff saw his companion approaching and asked the companion who was following Hartmann.

"Following the pilot starts with the understanding of the ground mission, do you think it's the same as you?" Hartman's little attendant looked a little disdainful, when he came, he also dreamed of flying a fighter plane to become the ace pilot who dominates all living beings in the blue sky, but when he really understood everything about a fighter pilot, he knew that flying a plane to cooperate with the battle was not a pleasant thing.

Just a few days ago, a German FW-190D fighter staggered back, he clearly saw that the wings and fuselage of the plane were covered with dense bullet holes, and the pilot was carried out of the cockpit with blood, at that time he knew that flying in the war was not only romantic and comfortable, but also accompanied by blood and cruelty.

If he had to choose, he would rather be a lifelong apprentice, crouching behind the safety of the airport, waiting for the triumphant return of those ace pilots on the front line. He didn't want to fly a bloody landing on the runway all his life, he just wanted to live in the sun.

Just when he imagined that he would never have to go to the battlefield for the rest of his life, German fighter jets had already appeared in the sky roaring above the battlefield. Also appearing here were 30 DO-217 medium bombers of the Luftwaffe. These bombers were ordered to cover the heavy artillery positions that were bombing the Soviet Union, and these medium bombers were accompanied by a full 40 Stuka 2 ground attack aircraft.

If the helicopters that appeared on the battlefield before were a petty fight based on suppression, then the German DO-217 bombers who rushed to drop bombs were completely here to wash the floor, and after opening the bomb bay, these planes swept over the battlefield in the lower airspace, and then dropped rows of bombs on the heads of the Soviets.

Before the smoke cleared from the bombs, one after another Stuka 2 dive bombers began to descend rapidly from the sky, dropping their bombs on the Soviet artillery, which had been blown up to the ground. Huge explosions came one after another, and the Soviet positions in depth were filled with burning flames.

"Guys! it's our turn, the Soviets are finally here!" the squadron leader's voice sounded in the headphones, and then one by one the German fighters rushed out of the clouds where they were hiding, and the four German fighters swooped down in their familiar four-finger battle formation, and the powerful engines let out a piercing screech.

The P-40 fighters of the Soviet Air Force were not the latest American modifications, these planes were equipped with relatively outdated engines, and the Soviet pilots who flew these planes were definitely not American and British soldiers with some experience, most of them were rookies, and like the fighters, they were consumables that could be discarded at any time.

Piloting his iconic black tulip nose fighter, Hartmann did not hesitate to push his cockstick to the right, and then his plane changed angle, slid sideways, and then aimed its nose at a Soviet P-40 fighter that was evading the German fighter plane, and quickly approached the other side.

The air currents made his plane flutter slightly, but the Ta-152 did not get out of control at all. The plane descended in altitude, eventually closing the distance between the two sides to a distance sufficient to exert the firepower of the Ta-152 fighter.

Hartmann pulled the trigger for fire in a familiar way, and two 20mm cannons on the wings of his plane fired a short burst of fire under his control. Several shells flew in the sky towards the target, and the route was even slightly curved due to maneuvering.

Still, the shells hit the poor fighter of the opposing side, leaving three huge holes near the base of the wide wing. Immediately black smoke rose from the hole, and then flames burst out. These shells apparently hit some vital part, causing the opposing planes to catch fire and burn.

The P-40 that was hit suddenly dropped in altitude, and then due to the damage to the load-bearing structure, the entire wing was torn apart due to air resistance, and the plane, which had lost half of its wing, began to circle and descend, throwing its own tail and falling in circles. At this time, the Soviet pilot inside the plane finally opened the hatch of the cabin and desperately tried to get out of the plane and parachute to escape.

Hartman ignored the hapless opponent and cautiously climbed the plane and looked for his next target. It was his first record of the day and his 196th enemy aircraft shot down on the Eastern Front. In fact, he is likely to become the first pilot in the Luftwaffe to shoot down 200 planes, and the record holder for the most planes shot down in the world.

In the gap of climbing, he swept the ground with his peripheral vision, where there were three striking German flags, which, according to his experience, were three German tanks attacking each other, but because of the height of his plane, the three flags he saw were nothing more than three small red spots.

"Those armored units are crazy, they're attacking! See?" said Hartman, smiling as he steered the plane, as he asked the squadron leader who was following him.

The squadron leader's voice came from the headset: "I saw it, but unfortunately we can't descend to help, the target ahead, a Soviet bomber, leave this to me!"

"No problem, I'll leave it to you. Hartmann pulled the lever so hard that his plane began to climb upwards at a rapid pace, then flew upside down, and finally dived backwards to complete a somersault. At this time, he had already switched positions with his squadron leader, and he was the wingman and the squadron leader was the main attacker.

The two planes rushed to their target one after the other, as fast as lightning, like thunder, the distance was rapidly approaching, they began to swing left and right to deceive the bomber's self-defending machine gun, and when the cross on the sight was set on the bomber's fuselage, the squadron leader decisively pulled the trigger for his own fire.

So the terrible 30 mm cannon on the central axis roared, leaving a huge hole in the fuselage of the Soviet bomber, and as the position moved, another hole appeared next to this hole, extending all the way to the tail of the bomber.

In the face of Germany's powerful 30 mm caliber cannons, even the American B-17 bombers with rough skin and thick flesh were instantly interrupted and exploded and fell, not to mention the twin-engine medium bombers. The Soviet plane immediately disintegrated in the air due to the collapse of the fuselage, turning into a pile of scattered parts, scattered in the sky.

With bursts of cheers, Soviet planes fell one after another.