81_81266 The two planes landed at the German front-line airfield one after the other, and the ground crew hurriedly stepped forward and began to maintain the aircraft to ensure that these valuable equipment could be kept in good working order. And the pilots who were able to gallop in the skies, and the bomber pilots who were able to drop bombs on the enemy, all depended on the hard work of these ground crews.

"Why did you block communications just now?" the squadron commander, who had been guarding the airfield for a long time, frowned and looked at the pilot of the long plane who had just stepped off the plane.

"When I encountered an enemy plane, I didn't expect an emergency, so I turned off the communications and made a fight. The pilot of the long plane handed the goggles and fur hat to the ground crew on the side, and replied with some frustration.

Led a novice pilot to fight with the other side without authorization, and turned off the communication device, it seems that a review will not be able to escape. Moreover, the whole air battle did not achieve any amazing results, and he originally wanted to shoot down 10 enemy planes with a single punishment on his back, but in the end there were only two pitiful ones.

Thinking of this, he looked at Hardeman, who had just climbed off the plane, and almost went up to give the wingman a kick in frustration: It's all you idiot, it's like this!

Why did he be so restless in the sky? If he had honestly followed behind the long plane to cover up like other novice pilots, none of those Soviet planes might have been able to escape this time! That's the record of a whole eight planes, and if you add up the number of enemy planes he shot down, he would have more than 50 enemy planes! The pilot of the long plane thought with tears and laughter.

At this time, the squadron leader also found that there was something wrong with his love for the general, so he also looked at Hardeman, who was taking off his hat and goggles: "So you turned off the intercom this time to get a vote, but it failed because of this novice?"

The squadron leader had been working with the pilot for a long time, so he naturally knew what kind of temper his subordinates were. Turning off the intercom is not a big deal to put it bluntly, many ace pilots will change the original battle plan after discovering the fighter, and Garland, the wing commander of the entire wing, has also done similar things - this is a typical example of the legendary crooked upper beam and crooked lower beam.

The punishment will inevitably be punished, and the punishment will inevitably be punished, but everyone is still happy to do this, the purpose is very simple, in fact, it is to play an amazing record. Otherwise, how did those planes achieve the record of killing more than a dozen planes? Acting completely according to the commander's command, where would there be so many environments in which fewer could hit more? Therefore, increasing the number of shots shot down is something that pilots try their best to do, and it is the commander's pursuit to fight more and less.

"This Hardeman opened my eyes, he rushed into the middle of the Soviet plane by himself, flew around for a while and then almost hit his head on the ground, he was not my wingman at all, he didn't do any wingman work anyway. The pilot of the long plane said hatefully: "As a result, I only shot down two planes, and the rest of the time, I was nervous about him." ”

"Rushed into the middle of the Soviet planes, and flew out intact?" the squadron leader, of course, knew what the consequences of rushing into the enemy group of planes indiscriminately was, and after hearing the description of his men, he asked in a voice that could not be heard.

"The inverted somersault plus the roll, flying a little wolf, but it can be seen that the basic skills are still very solid. The pilot of the long plane commented pertinently: "But this guy has too little combat training, and he is not as good as a serious newcomer on the battlefield." ”

Most of the novice pilots who have been trained will be very proficient in their technical maneuvers, and can firmly follow the long plane and complete the tasks that a wingman should do, and it may take a long time for them to become a long-term pilot, but they can adapt to the cover combat mission of the wingman in a very short time. These pilots are familiar with combat, but take the time to learn how to fly.

Obviously, Hardeman is not a novice of this type, but belongs to the kind of "novice" who can skillfully control the aircraft, but is not suitable for combat, flying is not new to him, and it can even be said that he is very familiar, but he is not familiar with air combat, and he cannot immediately become the kind of cold-blooded killer who quickly locks on enemy aircraft and fires.

If you have learned to drive, you will know that if you don't know how to drive at all, you can easily complete the test and get a driver's license by following the instructor's instructions to operate the car steadily. On the contrary, if you have been in contact with a car and have to cope with the driving school test in your own way, you will most likely fail. Of course, both types of people have their own advantages: the first type of person is easy to get a driver's license, but it is easy to become a road killer later, and the second type of person is better at driving than the first type, but it is difficult to get on the road without a driver's license.

"Hardeman, come with me!" The squadron leader glanced at his men, beckoned to Hardeman behind him, and said, "Let's go to the office and sit down and have a good talk." ”

After finishing speaking, the squadron leader looked at the frustrated pilot of the long plane again: "You turn off the intercom without authorization, write me a check, and prepare to do a self-review at the next wing meeting...... In addition, I will write the flight report in detail, and I will review the complete mission process later. ”

"Yes!" the pilot of the long plane cried so much that he was only thinking about getting the amazing record of ten enemy planes, but he was so excited that in a few days it was a regular meeting of the pilots of the wing, and doing an inspection in the wing and doing an inspection in the squadron were completely different things, and he was thrown in front of the commander Garand, and this price was only exchanged for the record of two enemy planes, which was too tragic.

"It's too big, isn't it?" a comrade-in-arms gloated on the sidelines, looking at his old acquaintance's deflated appearance, he felt even better, and he couldn't help laughing. The pilot who was ordered to review was already holding back his anger, and the wingman pilot Hardeman was called away by the squadron leader, so he began to chase after his comrades in anger and joke about them.

The wind blew through the empty field airfield, with the sound of salsa. It was as if a huge palm was caressing a dozen new TA-152 fighters parked on the airfield. The ground crew continued to be busy, doing all kinds of meticulous adjustments to these beloved babies.

"Hardeman, I heard that you did some exaggerated flying maneuvers today, some of which are very dangerous?" After the squadron leader entered the room, he poured Hardeman a cup of cold coffee before sitting in his chair while talking to him.

"Sir, I'm very sorry for today's incident, I know I've caused a mess, but please don't deprive me of the right to fly. Hardeman, of course, knew that the punishment for novice pilots was a bit more stringent.

For example, the same mistake, put on a battle-hardened ace pilot, may only be a review or criticism, at most a small punishment. When the time comes, the task can still be carried out, and there is no impact in the slightest. However, if a novice pilot makes a mess during a mission, he may be permanently disqualified from boarding the plane and reduced to a ground crew for the rest of his life.

For someone like Hardeman, not letting him fly is even more unbearable than killing him. So he pleaded with the squadron leader in a pleading tone, his eyes full of unease.

"When I was your age, there were no planes in Germany. The thirty-four-year-old squadron leader looked at Hardeman and said, "At that time, the French and British had just destroyed 10,000 of our planes, and I saw those terrible wreckage with my own eyes. ”

His eyes were full of sadness, and he seemed reluctant to mention those sad years: "Germany's huge air force was forced to disband, and countless pilots who longed for the blue sky could only stand on the ground and watch their fighters destroyed. ”

"Can you imagine what that means for a 15-year-old kid who has always dreamed of flying, only to be told by the adults that there will be no more planes in his home country......" asked the squadron leader, staring at Hardeman.

"I don't think it could be worse. Hardeman was not yet born at that time, so he naturally did not feel the humiliation of a German who had lived through the First World War. But he was terrified when he thought that there would be no more planes in the whole of Germany.

"Therefore, I hope that every plane in my hand will be able to fight for freedom in the German skies!" the squadron leader said solemnly to Hardeman: "I don't care what method you use, since the Führer trusts you, then you will shoot me down enemy planes -- ten hundred planes, until there is no more enemy in the sky!"

"Yes! Long live the Führer!" Referring to Accardo, Hardeman felt that the tall and thin Führer had asked him to fight on the front line, which was the best affirmation of his flying skills. He has always complained that he does not have the best plane, and now that the Führer has put the best in his hands, there is nothing left to complain about for a pilot, as long as he has an aircraft with the best performance.

"Go to the ground crew for 3 days! sweep the floor every day, and clean the runway! This is the punishment for your messing up this time!" The squadron leader issued a ticket, but it was much lighter than expected: "Then return to the team and be my wingman!"

Hardeman was already very happy not to be disqualified from flying, and he quickly stood up and saluted, and replied in the loudest voice he could shout: "Yes! Captain! Führer Accardo, Long live Rudolph!"

Looking at Hardeman, who walked to the runway humming a song and wiping the plane with the ground crew, the squadron leader shook his head with a wry smile, and sighed to himself: "The people sent by the Führer to the front line are really difficult to deal with...... If it is heavy, I am afraid that my superiors will interfere, and if it is light, the atmosphere of a squadron will be bad...... It's hard. ”。