The red sun had just jumped over the sea level, and golden snakes were dancing on the sea. Amidst the undulating waves, there were dots of stars. Two "Spitfire IA" fighter jets of the 74th Squadron of the Royal Air Force, with serial numbers S705 and S703, flew from Dover. The military airport took off and formed a horizontal two-plane formation, flying along the sea level towards the coastal area from Boulogne to Ostend.
Captain Adolf Mullen, who was piloting the S705 Spitfire, was slightly forward to lead the way for the lead aircraft. He was 170 meters away from the S703 Spitfire piloted by his wingman Zhou Zhihan. In order to save fuel, the two aircraft were separated from the sea. Flying at an altitude of 1,200 meters, shut down the engine from time to time, and then raise the nose after flying for dozens of miles.
This fuel-saving flying method has become the current normal flight behavior of the Royal Air Force. Since the "Spitfire" fighter jet has a relatively short range, if it reaches the sea near Dunkirk in a normal flight attitude, even if an auxiliary fuel tank is added, the "Spitfire" can The combat time is only a short 15 minutes. Using the fuel-saving method, the Spitfire can stay in the air over the Dunkirk Sea for half an hour, which can basically meet the combat needs.
Flying using fuel-saving methods is also a helpless move for the Royal Air Force. The shortcomings of the Spitfire's short range cannot be solved overnight. For now, another major disadvantage of the Spitfire is that its firepower is compared to that of the Messerschmitt. It pales in comparison, which is one of the main reasons why the Spitfire was completely defeated by the Messerschmitt Bf109E in several battles.
Compared with its short range, the Spitfire's weak firepower made the generals of the Royal Air Force even more anxious.
The Messerschmitt Bf109E's cannon firepower can break up the Spitfire's fuselage defense in two seconds, while the Spitfire's 0.303-inch Browning machine gun firepower lacks destructive power at a slightly farther distance, making it difficult to Punctured the protective steel plate of the Messerschmitt fuselage.
There were many British ships on the sea, sailing to the waters of Dunkirk. The British sailors on the ship did not know at this time that they would endure the torment of fire and purgatory in Dunkirk two days later and saw two Royal " Spitfire fighter jets flew overhead, and sailors held pipes in their mouths and raised their hands in cheers.
Captain Adolf Mullen pressed the stick left and right, swinging the wings of the "Spitfire" to greet the sailors good morning.
Zhou Zhihan learned to press the stick left and right, swing the wings, and waved in the cabin without missing a moment. He heard the whistles of the sailors coming from the ship.
The flaming clouds in the eastern sky are very spectacular. The white clouds in the sky above are like Chinese marshmallows, reflected on the blue sea. The vastness is endless in the distance. Looking up, it makes people feel happy.
Zhou Zhihan tightened and straightened his chest from time to time, and a faint fragrance came from the collar and drifted into his nose. It was the unique smell of Dr. Esme Cullen, slightly sweet and warm.
Suddenly, billowing smoke appeared in the air about 15 miles ahead. It was very eye-catching in the clean and picturesque sky, interrupting Zhou Zhihan's sweet breathing.
"Oh, God!" Captain Adolf Mullen put down the telescope, held the communicator on his flight cap, and said to his wingman, "It's a Dreadnought fighter. The wings on both sides were damaged, and the one at the tail was damaged." The injuries were clearly visible, the smoke was billowing, the fuselage was swaying and seemed to be crumbling, God bless them to return to England safely."
Flying closer and closer to the Dreadnought fighter, the serial number on the fuselage of this fighter is L6963.
The poor pilot still had the lingering fear of escaping death on his face. He saw two oncoming Spitfire fighter jets from a distance. His slightly panicked heart immediately became calm, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat in the cabin. He waved his big hands to say hello, and then there was a look on his face that made him want to cry after a disaster.
This expression is indescribable and makes people feel like he wants to cry, laugh and collapse at the same time.
The fuselage of this fearless fighter is riddled with holes, and there is still thick smoke in some places. The skin on the rear half of the fuselage is almost completely torn, exposing the tail boom and various parts. The tail gunner and The navigator did not know whether to live or die, and the glass of the cabin where he was located was covered with bullet holes and plasma.
"This guy looks so much like his cousin the Hurricane fighter," Zhou Zhihan pinched the lower part of his flight cap and said, "I hope the gunner in the rear cabin can save his life."
In fact, Zhou Zhihan knew that there was a high probability that the rear gunner would be killed in action. Perhaps it was because the pilot survived the disaster and his deputy died, that he had an expression that wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
If he had not been flying a fighter jet at this time, the pilot might have sat down on the ground and cried loudly in a breakdown. The brother he had been with day and night would have been beaten to a pulp at the tail of the plane, and the helpless guilt might have stayed with him for the rest of his life. Life, though, was not his fault.
"The life must have been lost. The body that was blasted by the Messerschmitt Bf109E cannon was basically unrecognizable!" Captain Adolf Mullen said, "German pilots never maintained the spirit of chivalry towards Allied aerial gunners. , when encountering this kind of fearless fighter, the first thing German pilots hit was the rear gunner."
Captain Adolf Mullen then asked: "Hey! Chief instructor, do Japanese pilots also maintain the spirit of chivalry?"
Zhou Zhihan replied: "Japanese pilots are not human beings, they are worse than animals. Captain!"
The two were silent for four or five minutes.
"Another injured fighter plane appeared ahead. It's a Hurricane fighter!"
Zhou Zhihan first discovered that about 18 miles ahead, a Hurricane fighter jet with no visible injuries on its fuselage was flying like a drunken duck at an altitude of 600 to 700 meters above the sea and could fall into the sea at any time. .
Captain Adolf Mullen said: "The pilot of the Hurricane may be injured. Its flight altitude is constantly decreasing, and the aircraft body is constantly swaying and tilting. I am worried that he will not be able to return to the UK. Come on, brother!"
"There is a Spitfire fighter behind him that is also injured." Zhou Zhihan shouted, "There are still fire balls on the Spitfire's body, which means that Messerschmitt is not far from us, and may be nearby!"
"We will soon enter the waters of Ostend. We may find Germans at any time and prepare to fight. Chief instructor!" Captain Adolf Mullen reminded Zhou Zhihan, and then suddenly shouted, "Damn it, it's Messerschmitt." ! The damn Germans are chasing after them, trying to shoot down the Hurricane and Spitfire who escaped from the battlefield injured!"
Zhou Zhihan looked intently into the distance. At this time, there was not much wind and waves on the sea, and the sky was clear, clear, and clear. His eyesight was so good that he could see dozens of miles away. Sure enough, more than twenty miles away, there were more than a dozen fighter planes flying at high and low altitudes. Swooping, pulling up, chasing, entangled, and rolling, the red tracer bullets opened their fangs and sharp teeth on the blue sea, as eye-catching as flying fireballs.
The injured Spitfire, which was almost cornered by Messerschmitt, saw two of his own two-plane formation flying head-on from a distance. He was overjoyed and immediately pressed the lever and flew towards Zhou Zhihan and the others.
"Let's go forward and kill this Messerschmitt!" Zhou Zhihan pushed the throttle all the way, turned into the lead aircraft at full speed, and said loudly, "S705, you go straight forward and threaten the Messerschmitt's right wing. , when I rolled and inserted between the Messerschmitt and the Spitfire, we opened fire at the same time and blitzed the Bf109E. More than 20 miles ahead, there were still our fighters entangled with the Messerschmitt, we Fight quickly and go to support!"
