81_81266Hardeman's cheers didn't take him out of the death zone, and he was still in danger. But at this time, he felt that he could embrace the whole sky, and flying this plane he felt that he could go anywhere he wanted.

In his hands, the plane is like a goshawk flying in the sky, a living thing, a spirit dancing gracefully. The plane slanted away from the bullets fired by the Soviet plane, and Hardeman gently stepped on the control pedals of the flaps, and his plane flew upside down.

The cockpit was facing the ground, and the Luftwaffe belly was painted off-white, making the plane even more visible when looking down from high altitudes. The German long plane had just gotten rid of the entanglement of two Soviet planes, and when he looked down, he saw Hardeman flying upside down.

"What is he doing? aerobatics?" the pilot of the long plane had the urge to turn on the intercom and scold. However, he did not do so, he was afraid that if he yelled, he would disturb the pilot's judgment and cause his comrades to crash and die.

Hardeman was in a head-down state at this time, and he was not just grandstanding when he controlled the plane to fly upside down. He continued to control the plane, and even began to climb upside down. From a normal point of view, he was actually doing an upside-down dive. It's just that under normal circumstances, you can pull up the plane after diving, but there is no way to do this when you dive backwards.

The Soviet pilots seemed to be very experienced in low-altitude flights, and they also knew that it was impossible for Hardeman to climb directly in such a flight, so they could only use a horizontal roll to adjust the plane's posture back to the forward flight state, and then pull up and climb. So the four Soviet planes flew separately on the left and on the right, blocking the path of the German planes rolling on both sides.

Although the speed was not as fast as the German planes, it was barely possible to block the path in advance, after all, these pilots were flying improved American P-40 fighter jets, which had just arrived at the front line, otherwise they would not have had the courage to take off to face the German fighter pilots.

However, Hardeman gave these Soviet pilots a better understanding and knew that they were still far behind the German pilots after all. I saw that Hardeman's plane suddenly sank and did a somersault in reverse. The plane was like a yellow eel, so slippery that it was surprisingly close to breaking free from all Soviet planes.

Because of its speed, the TA-152 fighter seemed to rush headlong to the ground, which made a strange thought flash in everyone's hearts: This plane is not malfunctioning and is about to crash, right?

Even the German plane's captain was frightened by Hardeman's flying attitude at this moment, could it be that Hardeman's plane really had a mechanical failure? It wouldn't be so unlucky, would it? These ground crews were going to be unlucky, and the pilot that the Führer had received died of mechanical problems was too pitiful.

Did the Führer meet with someone lightly? The Führer had met Guderian when he was young, and now he was the commander-in-chief of Army Group G; the Führer had personally met that Wren Hader, who was now the Army's No. 2 tank killer; and the Führer had also met Pryne, the eldest brother, who had now sunk more British battleships than all the captains in German history combined......

The altimeter was a little confused, and Hardeman looked at his dashboard as if he were looking at the dashboard of a crashing airplane. The altimeter was constantly jumping, the numbers were getting smaller and smaller, and the level gauge was shaking even more, indicating that he was doing a very dangerous maneuver.

But at this time, something more troublesome happened, directly behind Hardeman, a Soviet plane happened to have its nose aimed at him, and the most experienced of these Soviet pilots accurately judged the reverse somersault maneuver that Hardeman wanted to perform.

Hardeman's body had been pressed against the seat due to overload, and he looked up and watched the sky reappear above his head, with a confident smile on his face, as long as the sky was still there, he could fly. However, the plane was followed by another enemy plane that was diving, and aimed its nose at him.

With a frown, Hardeman certainly knew what that meant, and if he hesitated for another second, the other party would pull the trigger and let the weapons on the wings send bullets into his plane. You will fall headlong and never soar into the sky again.

Can't fly? It can't be! Sooner than later, Hardeman gritted his teeth and pushed the joystick to one side again, causing the plane to change its trajectory again.

And at the same time that Hardeman changed his flight trajectory, the Soviet pilots on the opposite side also opened fire violently. The bullet grazed under Hardeman's fuselage, and miraculously not a single shot hit the target! If Hardeman's reaction had been slower by a fraction of a second, he would have had to crash to the ground with smoke in his mouth right now.

The crisis did not disappear with this evasion, on the contrary, the real crisis has just arrived. Hardeman avoided the enemy's bullets, but continued to descend in altitude in the newly leveled plane. By this time, the altimeter was already showing an undesirable figure of 2,700 meters.

Of course, the numbers on the altimeter are still changing, 2600 meters, 2500 meters. Almost every moment that passed, Hardeman's plane lost 100 meters of flight altitude. Because of the slow speed, the Soviet planes with a smaller turning radius had already surrounded them from a distance, and they seemed to be fighting until they shot down Hardeman.

Hardeman did not rush to pull up the plane after a rollover, and if he had climbed at this time, he would have been hit by a Soviet fighter who had turned around and killed him halfway, and at that time he was still bitten by the tail, and the situation was not much better than now.

So he stared at the ground directly in front of the plane and continued to accelerate and dive, using the only altitude to speed up his plane. But the lights on the altimeter began to flicker, and the altitude jumped from 2000 to 1900 meters. It has to be said that this is no longer an ideal combat altitude for a TA-152 fighter, to be precise, unless the Soviet aircraft deliberately flew at this altitude, the German aircraft would not take the initiative to enter such an altitude for air combat.

But now it did happen, and a German pilot voluntarily descended to this airspace, which is usually only accessible to attack aircraft. And it seems that the German pilot was not satisfied, because he was still diving down to his altitude at great speed.

The numbers on the altimeter at 1700 meters, 1500 meters, 1000 meters, remind Hardeman of how dangerous altitudes are now. However, the Soviet planes that were getting farther and farther behind also proved how amazing the speed of German planes was. Closely! Closely! Hardeman thought silently in his mind, staring intently at the approaching ground.

He could clearly see the farmland, the burning craters, the abandoned Soviet tanks, and the smoking houses. By this time, the altimeter had dropped to 500 meters, and he even heard the sound of the long plane constantly calling for him to pull up, and the voice seemed a little panicked and hysterical.

Hardemann smiled, although the flight altitude of 500 meters was low enough for a Luftwaffe pilot, but for a competitive pilot like him, it was at least enough for an aerobatic maneuver. At this time, the two Soviet planes that were getting rid of by the long plane just arrived at the position and opened fire, and Hardeman once again controlled the plane to roll and dodge.

"He's going to kill himself!" screamed a Soviet pilot who had opened fire and watched the German plane roll sideways to dodge. Needless to say, the American P-40 fighter in his hand, which has increased its speed a lot, is flying a slower I-16 fighter, and he does not dare to maneuver at an altitude of 500 meters.

With the dive and rolling, Hardeman's altitude has dropped to 200 meters. He saw an even more wonderful view as he rolled across. He saw the grass and the abandoned trenches, and the rolling hills approaching the canopy of his airplane infinitely—his Hardeman's sky, as long as his feet weren't on the ground!

He shouted loudly and pulled up the plane as it rolled over. The TA-152 fighter was still so responsive, and when it saw that it was about to crash into the hills, it suddenly looked up, and after spewing out a light blue smoke, the engine roared back to the white sky full of white clouds.

The Soviet fighters had apparently had no effect, and they pursued them from a distance, only to find their planes getting farther and farther away from their targets. After completing a series of complicated flight maneuvers, the German plane was slowly regaining its altitude, and it was tantamount to a fool's dream to get the good attack position just now.

Even if they were to do it again, who could guarantee that they would not be tricked again by the German pilot's exaggerated maneuvers? And while the Soviet planes were chasing the German wingman, the German fighter captain had already shot down another covering Soviet plane, completing a beautiful attack.

Two new planes were shot down, and the Soviet planes ceased to be in love with the war, broke away from contact with the German planes, and began to scatter in the distance. This was not the first time that the wolf had escaped, and the Soviet pilots had long since lost any emotional obstacles in their hearts, and they skillfully spread out their formations, making it impossible for the German pilots to achieve too many results even if they were chasing and killing.

"The long plane calls the wingman, the long plane calls the wingman, can you hear my voice, can you hear my voice?" In the headphones, the voice of the long plane came again, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.

"I can hear you!" Hardeman, knowing that he might have been a little too big this time, smiled wryly and turned on the intercom.

"Go back, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back!" said Changji angrily