"Squadron leader, are you sure you want to fly with that kid?" asked ...... a pilot who was looking at Hardeman, who was checking his parachute buckle not far away, with some unapprehension.

"What else, you're going to take him fly?" the squadron leader asked with a smile as he looked at his subordinates.

"Forget it, I've heard that flying with him is really easy to scare out of heart disease. The pilot hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This kind of senior pilot, you should come and fly with him in person, squadron leader." ”

The squadron leader smiled, and then, with the help of ground crews, began to climb on the newest Ta-152 fighter. The ground crew on the side is checking the various instrument switches on the plane.

"Radar shows that patrolling enemy aircraft were spotted here, there were two. This is not normal, the Soviets have not sent two groups of fighters on battlefield patrols for a long time, it is possible that it is a decoy. "One of the squadron's intelligence staff officers stood under the plane and described the battlefield situation to the squadron leader, who was stuffing himself into the cockpit.

"So, what we have to do is drive these two planes out of the airspace and then we can return, right?" the squadron leader nodded and said, "This mission is not too difficult, and it is very suitable for the configuration of our mission this time." ”

The fighters are all in the same configuration, so the squadron leader is actually talking about the pilot in the plane this time. With the first battlefield table Xiàn poor pilot Hardeman, so the implementation of what was originally considered a boring expulsion mission, is also a "suitable mission" configuration.

Hardeman on the other side had already made a face in the cabin, and after closing the cockpit canopy, he also made a grimace at the squadron leader not far away, and Hardeman stretched out one of his hands and made an exaggerated gesture, indicating that he would definitely be able to achieve results this time.

"Black One, do you hear me call? Black One! This is Red One. The squadron leader used the intercom to call the wingman not far away, and Hardeman's voice quickly came back: "I'm Black No. 1, Squadron Leader, I can hear you." ”

"The wind is northerly, it's normal, I'm ready to take off, you follow me!" the squadron leader said to Hardeman, looking at the dashboard. After he finished speaking, he connected to the tower again: "Red No. 1 and Black No. 1 apply to take off. ”

On the other side of the tower was a female air traffic controller, and her voice was a little sweet: "Squadron leader, one qiē is normal, the runway is ready, allow takeoff!"

The two Ta-152 fighters immediately began to taxi on the runway, and as the engines roared and the speed increased, the landing gear of the two fighters seemed to become lighter and lighter, and gradually the hydraulic rods began to stretch, and finally with a slight sound, the wheels of the two planes left the ground, and the whole plane took off.

"Climb altitude and let ground radar pick up where we are. The squadron leader put away the landing gear, adjusted the flight attitude of the plane, and then turned on the intercom and said to Hardeman: "The altitude is temporarily set at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the position between me and me is mastered." ”

"Hardeman understands!" replied the young Hardeman at once inside the wingman. He carefully steered the plane, realizing that he was not as nervous as he was the first time, and vaguely anticipating what would happen next.

Soon the ground-based radar station reacted, and they were guided by the ground conning tower to fly towards the unidentified target that appeared. Ground guidance is simply the pilot's ultra-long-range eyes, which can accurately deliver the aircraft to where they need to go.

With radar guidance, what used to be boring and aimless flight patrols in the sky has become a planned interception and interception, which not only saves fuel, but also saves fighter pilots from spending long hours on the plane. Of course, another advantage was obvious, the German fighters could find a better and more concealed position in advance, and gain an important first attack for their first attack.

The two German planes approached the slow-flying Soviet fighters so quickly, and quietly locked on their prey in the sky above the two Soviet fighters. It turned out to be two old I-16 fighters, and this kind of target was simply vulnerable to the German army.

"Red 1, Red 1! This is the ground tower! This is the ground tower!", the radar showed that behind the flanks of the two Soviet fighters, there were 10 faster planes at an altitude of about 8,000 meters. Can you see them?" suddenly came from the tower on the ground, and it seemed that this was a trap dug by the Soviet forces for the Luftwaffe, most likely to lure the German planes to lower their altitude and then look for an opportunity to fight.

Ever since the Soviet Red Army's air power lost air supremacy on the Eastern Front, brave Soviet pilots began to use this method to lure less sophisticated German pilots into battle. Eight out of ten failed attempts, but the Soviet Air Force continued to use this clumsy trick.

The reason is simple: this deception at least made it possible for them to shoot down German planes, and without this deception tactic, it is likely that the Soviet Red Army pilots would have achieved much less than they do now. So this method of killing 200 enemies and losing 1000 self has been used by Soviet pilots to this day.

"Do you want to attack?" Hardeman asked, overhearing the conversation between the squadron leader and the ground tower, as he searched for enemy aircraft at the location indicated by the tower.

"Of course!" said the squadron leader at once, "12 enemy planes...... What about you?

"Sir, I shouldn't have any problems here. Hardeman glanced at the altimeter, and at this time the altitude of their two planes had not changed much, and in the bearing provided on the radar, ten Soviet fighters could already be seen.

"Prepare to dive and attack, disrupt their formation before looking for an opportunity. At the same time as he said this, the squadron leader who was piloting the long plane had already begun to dive his plane, the engine roared, spewing out a light blue mist, and the Ta-152 fighter suddenly entered a very extreme speed of 700 kilometers per hour, and the distance between the two sides was close at a very fast speed.

Hardeman likewise let the engine start to accelerate, and then followed the squadron leader's plane. He followed closely behind the long plane, feeling the slight tremor of the plane at such high speed.

"Fire!" the long plane gave the order to attack, and as he spewed out a dazzling tongue of fire. The shells fired from the shaft guns of the Ta-152 fighters accurately hit a Soviet fighter, and at such a distance the squadron leader hit the target, and the squadron leader deserved to be a super ace in air combat who shot down 51 enemy aircraft.

But at this time, there was a sudden trouble, the fuselage of the long plane shook slightly, and then a faint light smoke came out of the engine. Hardeman, of course, knew what was going on, and it was a sign of a problem with the engine in the air.

"Squadron Leader! I see your plane smoking! Pull up! Pull up! The enemy plane is dodging, don't drop any more altitude. Hardeman reminded himself loudly in the intercom: "Pull up the altitude! Return to the altitude above 8,000 meters!" Squadron leader, can you see your dashboard?"

"I can't see clearly, there's smoke all over the plane, I'm trying to figure out how to level my plane, oh my God! I'm going to get shot down. The squadron leader's voice came intermittently from the headphones, obviously his current vision is very bad, and there is no way to eliminate the plane's engine failure in a short time.

Hardeman was stunned for a moment, after he returned like this, the hat of the disaster star would never have to be removed, he gritted his teeth, and said fiercely: "Long plane, you try to increase your height, I will cover you!"

At this time, the Soviet planes, who were busy evading the fire of the German fighters, saw the problem of the German planes, and at first they thought it was some new weapon on the German planes, and did not rush to send them to their deaths - after all, the great reputation of the Ta-152 had been widely spread on the battlefield on the Eastern Front, and at this time it really frightened these Soviet pilots.

But in the end, the Soviet pilots found out that the German plane was indeed malfunctioning, and they rushed up and began to approach the German fighter, at this time, God knows why, the smoke of the Ta-152 piloted by the squadron leader disappeared, the automatic fire extinguisher began to work, and the squadron leader once again found his control of the aircraft.

"You're surrounded...... Squadron Leader!I'll tear a hole in the left side for you, keep your course, and listen to my reminder to turn right!" Hardeman hurriedly reminded his squadron leader as he let the plane accelerate and dive after it.

The "......" leaky house was raining overnight, and at this time, the squadron leader realized that he had just exhausted all the shells of the three cannons in the plane in one go because of the smoke from the plane. Now he has completely become a spectator of this air battle. Or rather, he's a complete burden now.

"Hardeman, pull up the plane and leave the battlefield, and I order you to return. While making the plane fly as smoothly as possible, the squadron leader opened his mouth and ordered Hardeman: "This is over the Soviet-controlled area, if we both are shot down, it will be completely finished!"

"So I've got to take you back, Squadron Leader!" Hardeman said to the Squadron Leader calmly as he piloted the plane, "It's like you're flying me out!

As he spoke, he gently shook the control stick of the plane, and the plane responded to his maneuver lightly in the clouds, and Hardeman's immature face was full of solemn expressions, this was the first time he had faced air combat, the first time he had faced flying that was no longer graceful.

The sky was no longer blue at this moment, but full of blood. The freedom and brisk nature of flying does not seem to exist here. Hardeman muttered softly, "Let me teach you how to fly gracefully!" R1148