Accompanied by a dive, the sight in front of the cabin of the Hardeman aircraft lassoed a Soviet plane that was besieging the squadron leader's plane. The crosshair on the sight pressed against the plane's cabin, and although it swayed from side to side as the plane's position adjusted, Hardeman adjusted his flight angle little by little, so that the Soviet plane was pressed by the notches on the sight.

He did not rush to fire, as if he felt that firing at such a distance was not sure of hitting the Soviet plane, which did not yet know that he had fallen prey, and the distance was quickly shortened by him, and the distance between the two planes from more than 2,000 meters instantly became only three or four hundred meters.

Hardeman gently pulled the trigger to fire, causing the axle cannon to roar, but because he only lightly touched the firing mechanism for a split second with his finger, the axle cannon only fired two shells.

It was a classic burst fire, two 30 mm shaft gun shells pierced the air, one hit the front engine compartment of the American-made P-40 fighter, and the other hit the side of the cockpit of that aircraft in the part of the wing that was connected to the wing.

One of the most ammo-saving attacks is also one of the most effective. It could be that Hardeman's luck was really good, or maybe it was that the pilots in this plane were so unlucky. One of these two shells damaged the engine of the P-40 aircraft, causing black smoke to rise from the plane, and one shell pierced the wing part of the aircraft, breaking the control device of the flaps.

In just a short assault, Hardeman shot down one of the opponent's planes for the first time in the air, and the process of shooting down can be said to be extremely sophisticated, not at all like a novice who has just begun to fly planes.

Just when everyone thought that Hardeman's plane would rush past the Soviet planes like other German planes that were diving and attacking, and then pull up and climb in the distance, a stunned sight appeared, and the Soviet pilot seemed to forget his breath at this moment, just mechanically raised his head and watched the German plane with the black nose perform above his head.

As soon as Hardeman's feet were wrong, he controlled the flaps of the aircraft to adjust the position, and the plane he controlled began to roll slightly awkwardly, and the horizontal rolling action of the Ta-152 aircraft was not smooth, which also made the aircraft lose part of its speed once it entered the horizontal rolling action.

So Hardeman's plane slowed down, and what was even more terrifying was that in this moment of slowing down, Hardeman actually aimed his nose at another Soviet plane, which flew behind the Soviet plane that had just fallen, and was obviously the wingman of that plane.

The pilot of the Soviet wingman was already frightened by the violent maneuvering of the German plane, and he watched in horror as the other plane had approached a rather terrible distance, and even thought that he could see the rivets on the other plane and hear the whistling of the other engine.

But what frightened him even more was that the nose of the opponent's plane was spraying tongues of fire, and the tracer bullets were dragging straight lines towards him. Then his cockpit glass was shattered, and then he didn't know anything.

Isn't it a dream? The plane was rolling and firing, and it was able to accurately hit the opponent's plane? When everyone's brains were clearly starting to run out of memory, Hardeman's plane brushed shoulders with the fire formed by the explosion of the Soviet plane, and the wingtips even cut through the steaming flames, tearing out a light smoke.

Hardman flew over the Soviet fighter formation, and once again adopted the posture of flying upside down, and then as his altitude decreased, he once again did an inverted somersault, changing his plane to level flight not far away.

Instead of rushing to climb, he raised his height and turned back with a wide-angle hover. At this time, several Soviet planes had not yet come to their senses, and they still wanted to eat the German plane that was encircled and had an unknown failure.

Originally, the attack method of the German planes was to rely on high-speed dive approach, hit and run, this trick can be said to be a scoundrel, but because of the speed difference between the two planes, the Soviet pilots had almost no good way to deal with it. But now who would have thought that the German plane, which had just shown off its flying skills, did not climb altitude, but flew back in a level flight?

The dive attack and then the climb, although the trick is scoundrel and effective, but the disadvantage is that the attack is not very sustained, and it takes a long time after one attack to be ready for the second attack - so these Soviet planes dared to continue to besiege the squadron leader's faulty plane, and no one thought that the German plane did not climb according to the routine.

Hardeman had already bitten another Soviet plane at this time, and if those Soviet planes were schools of fish in a circle, the Ta-152 fighter piloted by Hardeman was a black shark swimming outside the school of fish. Of course, Black Shark is meant to eat people, and Hardeman is on a killing spree at this moment.

"Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly!" another short fire, and each of Hardeman's shells seemed to be priceless. He doesn't fire lightly, and each one is very brief. However, because he was very close to his target, the three shells drilled into the tail of the Soviet plane.

Seeing black smoke starting to rise from the tail of the opposing aircraft, Hardeman knew that the 30-millimeter caliber shells had caused fatal damage to the opposing aircraft. So he didn't pause, and immediately pulled up the plane, pointing the nose at the clear blue sky. The blue sky and white clouds seem to be embracing him, this is his realm, this is his world.

In less than 2 minutes, Hardeman had shot down three Soviet planes, and the shock in this moment was no less than that of his opponent, he felt his body tremble slightly, and he felt his excitement.

The competitive spirit buried deep in his bones burned again, at this moment he felt that it was more exciting to shoot down an opponent in the sky than to rush to the finish line, Hardeman's heart was singing, he seemed to be able to feel his pores expanding, the adrenaline made his senses sharpen, he liked the feeling of this moment, he now knew that the real battle field was more exciting and satisfying.

"Yo...... Boom!oh!" Hardeman shouted in a long voice that reflected his mood, and he flew the plane up as fast as he could, but instead of climbing to a high place to get rid of his opponent's entanglement, he did a somersault and killed it back as fast as he could. He didn't want to waste every minute and second in the sky, he wanted to save time to experience this kind of flight that made him crazy.

Closing the distance again, the Soviet pilots finally knew that if they continued to entangle with the malfunctioning German plane, they would be shot down here in a short time. So two Soviet planes flew out of the formation and headed for Hardeman in the distance.

"Hold on, Squadron Leader, I'm coming!" Hardeman shouted over the intercom, and then he saw two Soviet planes firing at him, and a confident smile on his lips because he believed in his flying skills and believed that no one could challenge his authority under this sky. He is the god of this realm, the undefeated god.

With a slight pull of the joystick, he made the plane climb up slightly, avoiding the oncoming Soviet shells, and then instead of leveling the plane, he immediately put the plane into a dive and returned to the altitude where the two Soviet planes were. His planes were faster, more agile in their dives and climbs, and before the two Soviet planes could adjust their angles, they found that their opponents had returned to their original planes.

Hardeman was here to save people, and his main purpose was to help the squadron leader get rid of the siege of Soviet planes, so he was not in a hurry to eliminate the two Soviet planes that came to interfere with him, but used the speed and altitude difference to shake off the opponent and rushed head-on to the Soviet aircraft formation farther away.

"Be careful! Be careful! He's breaking through to us! He's going to your side!" the pilot of a Soviet plane reminded his companion loudly, as he saw the German planes in the black nose whizzing not far below his plane, and without looking back, they were killing the Soviet formation behind him.

However, his reminder obviously did not have the desired effect, and only a few dozen seconds later, a Soviet plane fell from the sky with a long trail of black smoke, and the German plane that was surrounded by this time was completely out of danger. Because beside him, a German plane like a black Grim Reaper shone eerily in the sun, making the surrounding Soviet planes shudder.

The two German planes began to regain altitude, and it didn't take long for them to reach an altitude of 8,000 meters, which was relatively safe, and the squadron leader began to take the opportunity to tidy up his cockpit, but Hardeman's voice came from his headphones, which filled his face with irrepressible joy.

"Squadron Leader, I'll go down and kill all these Soviets, and then accompany you back!" Hardeman said, and gently pushed his control stick, causing the plane to dive down at a very soft angle.

A total of 12 Soviet fighters had been shot down by Hardeman, 4 of which had been shot down, and the remaining planes were left with only 6 Soviet fighters capable of meeting Hardeman, except for the two I-16 fighters hovering at low altitude. It seems that they are not willing to give up the opportunity for the German fighter to be left alone, and want to try to shoot down Hardeman's plane with six planes.

Turning on the afterburner of the engine, the engine of the Ta-152 fighter roared more cheerfully, and the speed increased again, and Hardeman did not hesitate to kill the oncoming Soviet plane.

Looking at the wingman in the distance, the squadron leader's heart suddenly remembered a set of words to describe the pilot: Top Gun! R1148