While reminding his wingman, Varna Müders piloted his plane and began to dive downward, which he wanted to use to gain high speed and an ideal attack position, knowing that his wingman was entangled in the enemy plane, and if he did not attack and disrupt the enemy plane's formation, the wingman could be shot down.

When he saw his wingman enter a state of circling and lifting, he breathed a sigh of relief, the ME-109 had an unimaginable aerodynamic advantage under this technical maneuver, so it was generally not a problem to break away from the battle under the cover of this technical maneuver. So he focused more on preparing to deal with the enemy planes that were chasing and killing his companions.

He adjusted the nose of the plane and aimed it at a Soviet I-16 fighter below that was firing heavily at his wingman, Thaler.

The Soviet I-16 fighter had a short and thick fuselage, a high-quality wood for the fuselage part, and powerful engines, making it a very advanced new monoplane fighter. However, the design of this aircraft was heavily influenced by the experience of the First World War, with an open cockpit and poor aerodynamic performance.

In addition, the I-16 of the Soviet Union's aid to the Republican Army has a fatal flaw, that is, because of the limited industrial level of the country, the number of engines made by imitating British fighter engines is slightly insufficient (the drawings are British civilian engines, and their mental ability is very average), so they have to reduce some performance to meet the quantitative requirements of the Spanish Air Force. This reduced the overall performance of the I-16 fighter, which was already advanced.

The weakened I-16 flew over Spain at a speed of only 290 kilometers per hour, instead of the 340 kilometers of the I-16 used by the Soviet Union itself. This number is pitiful compared to the 570 kilometers of the Me-109 in the hands of Germany. This is the main reason why the IRA's I-16s set up decoys and go out in large numbers to close the performance gap.

So Varna, who gained speed advantage by virtue of his dive, drove the fighter jet to the Republican plane at a rapid pace, and the wings of the Me-109 cut the air and approached the I-16 diagonally below, like a gray lightning bolt.

"Thaler, you climb and find a position to cover me! I'm rushing in!" Varner said loudly to Mike, and he pulled the machine-gun lever on the plane. The fuselage of the ME-109 fighter trembled slightly, and the two machine guns in the nose sprayed tongues of fire.

Tracer bullets carved a brilliant path of light in the gray sky, and one after another bullets were struck and the primer spewed out of the chamber, spun and accelerated in the barrel, and finally flew towards the enemy plane directly in front of it. It then crashed into the skin of the enemy plane, shattering the wooden planks and metal frame inside, and finally nailed to the inside of the fuselage on the other side.

This I-16 was directly disintegrated in the air by the 109 Me-13mm large-caliber machine gun, the tail broke and flew far away, and the entire fuselage spiraled and fell with thick smoke, and the pilot inside could be seen shaking by centrifugal force, as for whether he was dead or not, no one seemed to care.

After adjusting his direction, Varna's fighter rushed directly through the altitude of the enemy aircraft, and his altitude was already very low, about 1,000 meters before he stabilized the diving ME-109 - although the speed and performance of this aircraft far exceeded that of the opponent, but it was indeed more complex and sophisticated to control.

Now that his plane has been leveled, the flight speed is still at 450 kilometers per hour, which is obviously much faster than those I-16s. All he had to do now was take advantage of the I-16s' lack of reaction, quickly pull up the plane, and find a higher attack position again.

"Varna! Thank you for covering! I'm back to altitude now! There are two enemy planes behind you! I-16 is turning! They're chasing you!" Thaler reminded himself loudly over the walkie-talkie.

"There are four of them! Not the right number! There's one plane following you!" Varna replied loudly as he pulled his plane up. The overload force in the plane pressed him to his flight seat, but he was still able to flexibly control the aircraft control stick in his hand, which gave him immense confidence.

"I'll dive and attack!Kill the two behind you!Varna!" said Sayler in the wingman, "The enemy plane behind me won't be able to catch up with me!"

"I'm climbing! Can you see me? The two of us are too scattered! I'm looking for you! Keep your flight track! I'm looking for you! Saylor!" shouted Varner, the two of them were now basically fighting on their own, which was a very dangerous thing to do in an air fight, so he needed to get the situation under control quickly.

"I've already dived! If you're high enough, you should be able to find me!Oh my God! I've locked him!I've locked him!I've hit him!Oh my God! I've hit him!Haha!" Varner's headphones heard Saylor's excited yelling, which was probably heard in the monitoring room on the other side of the tower.

"I still haven't found you! Thaler! I can't find you!" Varner climbed and searched frustratedly, confirming that he had used his climb and speed to shake off the two I-16s behind him, but listening to Thaler's shouts, Varna knew that there were only two of the four I-16s left to threaten them.

He anxiously looked around in the cramped cockpit, trying to find the location of his wingman in the vast sky, but instead of finding Saylor, he found the I-16 fighter that was climbing up on Saylor as it was about to burrow into the clouds.

"Thaler, I saw an I-16 fighter, probably the one following you! It looks like it wants to run! I'll go up and bite it! Can you handle the rest of it?" asked Varner aloud.

"I don't know! I'm gaining altitude! I can't find the enemy plane! But it shouldn't be behind me, it can't catch up with me!" replied Thaler loudly.

However, by this time Varner could no longer care about Thaler's answer, he burrowed into the clouds and found that the I-16 was missing, and he suddenly realized that he had done something very idiotic, so he pushed the control stick of the plane, and once again lowered the plane in altitude.

Rushing down the clouds he circled for a week, and then easily found the poor I-16 fighter that was left, and without the slightest hesitation Varna once again rushed at his enemy, his close comrade-in-arms Me-109 gave him great confidence and made his battle as leisurely as hunting.

Soon he approached his prey from above, and this time he did not save his ammunition, first firing a few times from a 13 mm machine gun, and then letting the 20 mm cannon in the nose open fire. As the fuselage trembled, Varner could even hear the clanging of cannon shells being thrown out of the plane.

The power of the 20mm cannon is not comparable to that of a machine gun, and with the roar of the cannon, the I-16 with the nose of Varna directly spewed a ball of fireworks into the air, and the entire plane shattered into five parts and bloomed in the air.

With the joystick on Varna's side, the plane deflected to one side, dodging the wreckage of the exploding enemy plane, whistling and flying lightning on the right side of the exploding fire, the engine driving the propeller friction and making a sharp screech. At this time, he finally found his wingman position from the top of the plane.

"Keep your course! Sailer, I'll meet you!" Varna piloted the plane and began to circle for altitude, looking for the two old Republican biplanes that were used as bait, but apparently they knew something was wrong and had fled, and did not remain in the sky dominated by the ME-109.

"I saw the crashed plane! You shot down two fights!" Thaler said loudly. You can still hear his excitement and surprise in his tone, his first battle has been successful, which is very happy news for him.

With a faint smile on his lips, Varna nodded in reply to Thaler: "I did hit it, I dismantled the plane directly." ”

"It's a shame that one of the planes ran away. Thaler said regretfully.

"There's no pity! I can't see the two old IRA biplanes that attack the ground! Can you see from your height?" asked Varner.

"I can't see it!I think they've flown away!" said Thaler after a moment.

"Fighter No. 79 calls to the control tower!" Varna joined up with Thaler, who had been staying under the clouds, and circled over the battlefield again, before using the intercom to contact the rear command: "Those two old planes were enemy bait, we were ambushed by four I-16 fighters, it seems that the means should be piloted by the Soviets, one plane escaped, and the rest were shot down by me and Thaler." ”

"Varna Müders! This is the fourth time you have shot down an enemy plane! Congratulations on becoming an ace pilot!" The voice of blessings from the other side of the tower came from the earset: "Fighter No. 79, Fighter No. 53, now you can return home! Now I approve your immediate return!"

Far away, the Soviet pilot in an I-16 fighter had a tired expression on his face, stiffened by the air currents, and he dropped slightly in altitude, slowed down a bit, and let out a sigh drowned out by the noise of the engine and the wind.

In the skies over Spain, the Luftwaffe, which had never been here, and the Soviet Air Force, which had never been here, fought each other, and dozens of fighter planes came and went in the sky every day, and from time to time fighters dragged black smoke down from the sky and fired the last fireworks on the ground.

In the winter of that year, 61 outstanding Soviet pilots were laid to rest on Spanish soil, and 4 German pilots closed their eyes here forever. Not many people remember their departure, as they were never acknowledged on the official texts. Of course, in recent months, more than 15 Luftwaffe pilots have been awarded the Spanish Cross of Merit by Franco himself for a variety of bizarre reasons, the most outrageous of which is that the pilot won third place in a motor race.