If you choose a color to describe the hard German spirit, then many people don't have to think about it, they will definitely choose black, because the black Iron Cross and the black SS uniform will make people remember the cold Germany in an instant.

Iron is black, so Germany uses the Iron Cross as a totem of its faith and as a sustenance for its spirit. The blackness, which seems to inhale all the light, is fascinating and solemn.

Hardeman's nose is painted black in contrast to the gray camouflage on the fuselage, and his entire nose is black. The black propeller has yellow accents at the end, and the black edge of the nose is outlined in the shape of a tulip, which is his personal favorite pattern.

However, at this moment, in the eyes of the Soviet pilots, the German plane with the black nose was no different from the Grim Reaper, and he shot down the opponent's plane lightly, rampage through the encirclement and low altitude, and did not pay any attention to the numerically superior Soviet aircraft.

Now he has shot down seven planes, and he is simply a god of war in the air. You must know that these P-40 fighters are the elite carefully selected by the Soviet pilots, and now they are like dough being rounded and flattened by the opponent, and ravaged at will.

These Soviet pilots were also red-eyed, and felt that if they did not shoot down this German plane today, it would be an insult to their mission. Everyone came out to work hard for the motherland, you have lost so many lives alone, what do others have to fight?

Just as they pressed the cross notch on the sight on the fuselage of the Ta-152 fighter piloted by Hardeman again, they even had a desperate thought -- this plane would not suddenly change its trajectory and disappear from their field of vision, would it? This was the first time that this fighter could not have honestly fly in a straight line and be shot down by them?

In fact, the Soviet pilots themselves were not simply flying in a straight line, but their opponents were too strong for them to get rid of the entanglement of the black Grim Reaper. It is not uncommon for the pilot of an airplane to have the flying skills to suppress the opponent, but if the pilot pilots a fighter that overwhelms the opponent, is it even more desperate?

Once again, the German black fighter swung its wings and changed its flight status, spiraling up like a goshawk in an inexplicable air show. However, it is not doing futile and useless work, but through a series of complex maneuvers, it has thrown off the entanglement of the opponent, widened the distance between the two sides, and there is still a height gap.

Anyone who has fought with German pilots knows that once the other side is distanced and the altitude is regained, then the advantage of both sides will return to the German side, and the increase in altitude and distance also indicate that another round of attacks by German fighters is about to begin.

Four Soviet fighters immediately pulled away for a short distance, and then continued to circle, waiting for the German aircraft to invade. They decided to split the winner at the next time they passed by, and in one fell swoop shot down the hateful opponent who had been playing tricks on them for almost half an hour.

In the cramped cockpit of the plane, Hardeman gently stroked the joystick with his hand, feeling the sensation from the handle with his fingertips. He didn't hesitate, because although he looked a little crazy at the moment, his heart was calm. Now all he has to do is shoot down those opponents.

In the clouds, he found an opportunity, in fact, the formation of the Soviet fighters was very good, but in this state, Hardeman's eyes were full of opportunities. The seemingly airtight Soviet fighter formations, now full of loopholes like a sieve, smiled slightly, piloted the fighter jet and began the Ta-152's signature high-speed dive.

The pistons inside the engine were pushed by the deflagrated oil and began to jerk more violently, like a miniature cannon side by side, burning and roaring under the nose engine compartment. They work together to get the engine running, spinning the propeller in the nose and tearing at the air around them.

This is the fastest piston fighter, the strongest fighter in the world right now, and the most threatening weapon in the hands of the entire Luftwaffe. The target was rapidly approaching, and Hardeman could already see the dark barrel of his opponent's cannon, but he was not in a hurry to open fire, because he had his own ideas.

Traditionally, the Luftwaffe's preferred offensive strategy was to use the superiority of the caliber of weapons at a distance to intimidate the opponent first, and then attack at close range after the opponent was disorganized. This set of theories has been proved to be indeed an effective tactic in actual combat, and has brought countless achievements and honors to German fighter pilots.

However, Hardeman didn't feel the need to do so, as he was confident that he could use his superb flying skills to capture opportunities, and there was no need to waste limited ammo at all. He found himself preferring to attack directly at close range, using short shots to achieve the most effective attacks.

So he charged again, and rushed at his opponent with great vigour, like a knight on an ancient battlefield, and stabbed his deadliest spear when he came closest, slashing the enemy on the opposite side under his horse, and using the enemy's life to achieve his immortal glory.

In the frightened eyes of the Soviet Air Force pilots, his plane was like a tiger that pounced on its prey, like a black dragon soaring and swooping down in the sky.

After a dive, another Soviet fighter disintegrated and exploded in the air, and another pilot died without even having a chance to jump out of the cabin and open his parachute, and another miracle was born here.

Hardeman piloted the plane, went around in a circle, and then aimed the nose at the Soviet plane, at this moment the Soviet pilots had lost their fighting spirit, lost their momentum, and even the courage to confront Hardeman head-on had disappeared. They deliberately avoided the nose of the German plane opposite, and it seemed that it was a very terrible thing to be targeted by the nose of the other side.

As Hardeman approached, the other party finally collapsed in despair, and a Soviet plane left the formation and began to fly into the distance, Hardeman did not know exactly where the Soviet plane wanted to fly, he only adjusted slightly and aimed the nose at the other Soviet plane.

He continued to get closer, continuing to feel the subtle pleasure of the slight trembling of the fuselage and the roar of the machinery, at this time there was no F1 car, and there was no popular men's sport, but there was something more exciting for men to vent the wildness and brutality in their hearts. This is not a competition, nor is it a simple competition, everyone gambles their lives to fight here, and the one who survives is the most powerful man - no doubt!

The cannon roared again, drowning out the roar of the engine, and Hardeman fired the cannon with an urgent pull-up action, avoiding the flames of the Soviet fighter explosion, and the violent explosion caused some parts to even hit Hardeman's fuselage, and he could feel the slightest dissonance in the fuselage of his plane, as if the plane was an extension of his body.

It was the ninth fighter he shot down today, and in less than 40 minutes of intense air battle, he shot down nine of his opponents' planes, almost turning his record from zero to double digits. The captain in the sky couldn't believe his eyes, he even thought he might be dreaming.

Reaching out and pinching his thigh, he realized that he was not in a dream, and that the plane below that was chasing the last Soviet fighter on the battlefield was indeed in existence, and it was indeed Hardeman who was piloting.

Just when the squadron leader confirmed that he was not in a dream, an even more unbelievable thing suddenly appeared in front of him, the Soviet plane that had been bitten by Hardeman's tail actually made a move that made people laugh and cry before Hardeman locked on and fired.

The pilot of the Soviet fighter plane actually stretched out his hand and pulled open his cockpit canopy, and then jumped out of his plane -- this frightened Soviet pilot did not even dare to try to get rid of Hardeman's locked tail, and directly chose the humiliating way of parachuting out of this sky destined to be remembered by history.

The squadron leader of the "......" didn't know what to say at this time, because this was the first time he had seen a pilot in a place who was too frightened to parachute early to escape, and it was also the first time that he believed that someone could shoot down the opponent's plane without bullets.

"Hardman calls the long plane! Red No. 1, I'm black No. 1, call!" Hardeman's slightly immature voice suddenly came from the headset, and the squadron leader's chaotic thoughts finally cleaned up: "Hear, I'm Red No. 1, Hardeman...... You...... What's the matter......"

"Did I shoot down this plane?" asked Hardeman, who asked with some trepidation, and if anyone heard his voice at this time, they would not think of the fighter plane that was in the sky with one enemy and ten fighters. At this time, Hardeman's voice was like that of a child, a child who asked if others were satisfied with his work.

"Count ......" the squadron leader replied with a smile, he really wanted to return to the ground now, think about the unbelievable things that happened today, every moment of Hardeman's fighter just now lingered in his mind, so that his heart could not calm down at all-

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