The wind blows across the wide lawn and picks up a few broken straw poles, which have brought the coolness of autumn to the people here. It was an airstrip with seven new Luftwaffe fighter jets that had just been deployed. These planes belonged to the German 1st Air Wing and were responsible for fighting for air supremacy in the nearby battlefield.

The pilots knew that the fighter was codenamed Eagle, and they all knew from the training manuals and instructors that the military code name of the aircraft was the ME-109 fighter. As soon as this aircraft appeared on the battlefield in Spain, it achieved an excellent record of shooting down seven enemy planes without any damage to themselves.

Due to fuel load restrictions, pilots in Spanish air battles flew no more than two hours at a time, so pilots of the German 1st Air Brigade in the Spanish Civil War flew an average of three times a day. This also requires the swift efforts of the aircraft mechanic to repair, refuel and reload the aircraft.

Most of the Luftwaffe ground mechanics who came to Spain were very familiar with the ME-109, because the planes were disassembled and shipped to Spain in containers on Hercules-class transport ships, and it was these German technicians who assembled them again.

In their spare time, the ground crews would get together with the pilots to improve their planes and implement new gadgets, such as incendiary bombs that had been repurposed from external fuel tanks, which they had strapped to small fragmentation bombs that could be used as incendiary bombs after being discarded. When the bomb exploded when it landed, it detonated the residual oil in the external fuel tank, and the gasoline exploded with the fire, which was very useful.

Of course, the pilots privately have a lot of respect for their ground crew. They had their own way of expressing friendship: when the pilots shot down an enemy plane, they received a case of Munich beer from Germany. The pilots would immediately take the beer and share it with the familiar ground crew who would ensure they could continue flying.

A German technician looked up at the still bright and dazzling sun in the sky, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and lowered his sleeves: "Damn! It's autumn, and it's really cool." ”

Not far above his head, a German ensign in a leather jacket poked his head out of the cockpit of the plane and asked the technician in front of him who was fiddling with the parts of the plane: "I feel that the shell is a little bit to the right, and it needs to be recalibrated, approximately, about a few millimeters, right?"

"No problem, wait for me to calibrate it a little bit, it's very simple, just turn a few screws! By the way, didn't you tell the Spanish pilot to go last time? Why did you fly yourself?" the technician chatted as he twisted the adjustment bolts on the plane.

"Isn't this an itchy hand, look at my dear ......" The pilot pointed to the place where three spades were painted on the fuselage directly under the canopy of the cockpit and said, "I have shot down the pilot of three enemy planes, and you said that if I shoot down two more, can I go back and be promoted to lieutenant?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Come on, you can brag! If you want to be an ace pilot, how can it be so easy?" The old technician smiled and said, "If you can shoot two planes next time, I will invite you to a beer at the bar in town!"

In that air battle a few days ago, the other side obviously knew more about the performance of the plane, and we didn't take much advantage of hovering at a low altitude to fight us! If it weren't for the fact that our 109 speed was really powerful, we would have almost suffered a big loss!" The pilot lieutenant sighed and exclaimed: "But obviously our plane is more powerful, and in the end we still won." ”

"In order to train you, we have given those Soviet idiots a lot of good technology! Although some technical directions are really not quite right, we can still design very tricky things!" The old technician nodded and said: "The Führer's biggest hole card is actually you talents." Don't let him down!"

"What do you call talent, as if you are not talent! I have heard that Colonel Dick of the Second Air Force asked for you several times, and was scolded back by General Catherine. The pilot patted the shell of the plane and said with a smile: "I heard that if you hit the tire with a wrench, you will know which oil pipe is leaking! Is it true?"

"Where did you kid hear all this braggart nonsense?" the old technician smiled and closed the door of the plane, then pointed to the plank with circles in the distance where the nose of the plane was pointed: "Shoot two shots, try!"

"Okay! wait!" the pilot retracted his head into the cabin and gently pulled the trigger against the plank in the scope. "Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly!" The fuselage, which had been flattened by the jack and the equipment, trembled slightly, and then stopped, and a puff of white smoke came out of the muzzle of the machine gun in front of it. Not far away, the wooden target had been beaten into a pile of debris.

"Perfect! If you had tuned this plane a few days ago, I would have been an ace pilot now!" The second lieutenant once again poked his head out of the cabin and exclaimed to the old technician who was covering his ears: "Oh God! You have done a great job tuning the machine gun! I want to thank you for my baby!"

Before you know it, the second lieutenant has changed the title of the old technician to you, and it seems that you have a reliable skill and can gain the trust of your companions wherever you go.

"What did you say?" asked the old technician, covering his ears.

"I say, thank you for my baby!" the lieutenant repeated loudly with a smile: "Let that Spanish rookie rest for another day today, I'm going to fly the plane myself again!

In the distance, a ground crew member ran over with a note: "Varna! ”

"Put the plane down! Fill up the plane! Move faster!" said the old technician, fiddling with the wrench as he walked back, "This one and the other one over there can be used directly!

"Attention ground crew! Refuel both planes! Hurry up!" one of the ground crew members shouted: "Take off in twenty minutes! Clear the runway! Hurry up!"

Ten minutes later, two ME-109 fighters were already aimed at the runway: "Control tower! This is fighter No. 79! Pilot Varna Murders! I'm ready to take off now!"

His wingman also radioed to the tower: "Tower! This is Fighter No. 53! Pilot Reinhardt Saylor, I'm ready to take off now!"

The propellers of the two planes gradually turned, faster and faster, and finally became invisible. They moved slowly, but also faster and faster, and after adjusting their direction, the two planes rushed to the end of the runway, one after the other, and took off a few dozen meters from the end.

"Long plane! Long plane! I'm wingman Thaler! We are now in due east, and we will enter the airspace of the battle in ten minutes. The wingman's call came over the radio.

Varna looked at the instrument panel in front of him, and then replied: "Sailer, climb up, let's go above the clouds, at this altitude we will be spotted by the enemy first!"

After a brief exchange, the two ME-109s began to climb with a lithe posture, and in a short time they were already approaching the height of the clouds, and they adjusted their flight distance slightly, and then rushed headlong into the white clouds, disappearing into the clear blue sky.

"This is Tower No. 1! This is Tower No. 1! Call the pilot of the No. 79 fighter!" After approaching the sky above the battlefield, the voice of the rear tower came from the headset: "I just received a report from the front line that two old biplane Soviet planes are attacking the ground targets of the Nationalist Army in your airspace, and you need to go and expel them." ”

"This is Fighter No. 79! Varner understands! I'll go over with Thaler to take a look!" Varna replied to the tower and immediately gave orders to his wingman: "Thaler! Let's descend to the bottom of the clouds, take a closer look at the surroundings! and wait for my order before making the next move." ”

"Thaler understands! I'm descending altitude!" Thaler replied from the headset.

"Fly sideways with me!Find the location of those two Soviet planes!" Varna piloted the plane as he lowered altitude and circled sideways the fuselage, hoping to get a basic picture of what was below.

"I've found those two planes!" "Wingman Thaler shouted over the intercom, "at nine o'clock, diagonally below at nine o'clock!"

"Attack! I'll cover you! Immediately after the attack, don't dwell on the low! Beware of enemy weapons on the ground!" Varna adjusted his flight attitude and then gave the order to attack.

"Sayler understands!" After all, the wingman didn't have much actual combat experience, and when he heard that the long plane gave up the credit to himself, he immediately shouted excitedly and drove the plane down. Varna watched as the wingman began to dive, and he followed with a slight dive, lowering some height to cover the wingman.

But as soon as he swooped down, he saw in the distance directly ahead, where four small black dots were rapidly approaching.

"Sailor! Pull up! The plane below is bait! Adjust the altitude! We're fooled!" Varner reminded his wingman loudly as he readjusted the angle of the plane: "Pull up, pull up, hide in the clouds!"

"Long plane! I'm pulling up! It's too fast! The plane's reaction is a little slow! Oh my God! I see them! It's at my twelve!" the wingman swooped for a long distance before he leveled his flight attitude, and Thaler was trying to pull himself up, hoping to get out of it before he was bitten to a safe altitude.

"Thaler! be careful! they're firing!" Varna reminded loudly, "Circle up!"