"The Brits are out of bullets!"
Lieutenant Carl Ebichhausen waved his fists, roared loudly, and released his suffocating heartbeat. He was bitten to death by fire for the first time in his life. At that moment, he felt that he was on the edge of death.
"That's great. The British have run out of bullets. Now let you taste what it feels like to be shot down by a Messerschmitt!"
After escaping from death, Lieutenant Carl Ebichhausen had no worries anymore and made several 360-degree rolls in succession, allowing the Spitfire to rush in front of him.
Sure enough, the Spitfire, which had no bullets, pulled the lever to the left and flew towards the British mainland at a low altitude.
"I want to run!" Lieutenant Carl Ebichhausen recovered from the roll, pressed the stick and pushed forward along the stick. The nose of the aircraft pulled out an arc and flew on the path of the spitfire. "You can't run!"
"The Spitfire is out of bullets..."
People on the sea also shouted.
Just a moment ago, they were cheering for the Spitfire to shoot down a Messerschmitt. The next second, the Spitfire was bitten by another Messerschmitt because it ran out of bullets.
The contrast was so great that it caught everyone who was cheering off guard.
The Spitfire continued to lower its nose while performing extended maneuvers to get rid of Messerschmitt's counterattack. The fighter plane was getting closer and closer to the sea. Without enough height, it restricted Messerschmitt's dive tactics.
Lieutenant Carl Ebichhausen completely let go of his hands to fight a tiger without claws. He was fearless. No matter how the Spitfire tried to escape, he could hold on tightly. His eyes were wandering around the Spitfire in front of him. Between the fire and Mount Revy C/12D sight.
The Spitfire has to continue to lower its flight altitude to the sea surface, 200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters...
Lieutenant Carl Ebichhausen did not hesitate to follow unless the Spitfire plunged into the sea.
"Come closer...come closer...come closer, little sheep..."
"Die!"
Lieutenant Carl Ebichhausen shouted and opened fire.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Two 20mm cannons fired at the same time. The moment the shells were drawn out, he suddenly found that the S703 Spitfire disappeared from his eyes early. Then he felt that there seemed to be something blocking the sun in his upper right corner. Turning around, he saw S703 As flames erupted from the wings on both sides of the Spitfire, Messerschmitt trembled violently. A pungent gasoline filled the cabin, making it difficult for him to breathe. He immediately made an action he had practiced hundreds of times. ——Pull the hatch back and skydive.
The Messerschmitt, flying at low altitude, was first exposed to water on its belly, and slid forward on the water. The resistance and buoyancy of the water slowed it down, and finally plunged into the sea. The tail of the aircraft surfaced, and the wings were still broken. It catches fire and floats into the distance.
There were cheers from the sea. A Spitfire killed two Messerschmitts. This was simply a miracle.
"It's S703..."
"Yes, it's S703 Spitfire..."
"The S703 Spitfire killed two Messerschmitts one on two."
"No, no, no... the S703 Spitfire killed more than just these two Messerschmitts..."
Ramsgate Military Airport is located on the edge of the English Channel. This airport is the closest between Dunkirk and Ostend. In order to save fuel, many fighter planes take off from here. It has also become a popular place for those returning from Dunkirk. , the preferred landing site for Allied fighter jets that needed to make an emergency landing, so this previously unknown military airport suddenly became lively.
"Another plane has made an emergency landing!" The lookout on the observation tower at Ramsgate Military Airport saw another red flare rising in the distance. He grabbed the phone and said, "Everyone clear the area, there is another emergency plane." A forced landing of a fighter jet.”
The airport runway specially used for emergency landings has long been cleared, and the several fighter planes that have just made an emergency landing have been towed away for repairs.
The runway covered with fine sand and weeds is covered with soft emergency landing signs, guiding those returning from the air to make an emergency landing on this road.
All the ground crew rushed out of the lounge again, and the fire extinguishing sand, fire trucks, ambulances, and emergency rescue departments were quickly in place.
The Dreadnought fighter pilot who was sitting on the ground and crying quickly picked up his helmet and left quickly accompanied by several psychological counselors. He had successfully made an emergency landing just now and immediately climbed onto the back of the plane, shouting to find his The machine gunner saw the machine gunner turned into an unrecognizable mess of flesh and blood. His last bit of luck shattered like a bubble, and his whole body collapsed immediately. He was wailed and kicked off the plane by several ground crew members.
After a Hurricane successfully made an emergency landing, ten minutes later, another red flare rose into the sky in the distance. Before the airport staff could take a breath, they quickly prepared to make another emergency landing for their own fighter jets.
Seeing that there are many engineers around the airport expanding the airport, they know that maybe from today on, it will be the norm for this airport to receive emergency landings of Allied fighter planes. This also shows that the German Messerschmitt is indeed An unsolvable demonic existence.
Emmons and Carter successfully made an emergency landing in their Dauntless fighter jet. The entire belly of the aircraft was almost completely buried in the soft sand. Carter opened the cabin and opened his hands to celebrate his and his companions' escape.
The runway in the airport specially designed for emergency landing of aircraft is very particular. The sand and sand paved from shallow to deep can buffer the impact of the aircraft when it descends, greatly protecting the safety of the pilot and the aircraft. If the aircraft catches fire, local personnel can directly Use sand to extinguish the fire nearby, and the pilot can also roll it on the sand to extinguish the fire on his body.
Aircraft during World War II were generally about one ton or two tons. They were light in weight and had high wing buoyancy. They could take off even on sand, land, grass, and even fields. Unlike later jet fighters, which easily weighed several to dozens of tons. , a hard dedicated airstrip must be used.
During World War II, every airport had soft sandy ground specifically for emergency landings, and emergency landing accidents such as being blocked by a cap were rare.
A few minutes later, the lookout soldiers once again spotted three red signals rising from a distance. This indicated that there were three more injured fighter planes returning. This made everyone at the airport vaguely feel that the war was slowly approaching the United Kingdom. .
The ground staff at the airport were busy and orderly, guiding a Hurricane and two Spitfires to land safely. Several ground staff climbed onto the aircraft with escalators to help the pilots leave, and then several tractors immediately towed the aircraft away.
As soon as Captain Adolf Mullen got off the plane, the pilots of the Spitfire and Hurricane came over and hugged him, kept kissing his cheek, and thanked him repeatedly for the 360-degree nose-up and backward roll that was like a stroke of genius.
These two pilots only narrowly escaped death after seeing Captain Adolf Mullen's big roll and breaking Messerschmitt's dive attack, and then following the Bf109's dive.
This is definitely thanks to Captain Adolf Mullen, otherwise, the two of them would either be buried in the sea at this time, or they would have become prisoners of the Germans.
Royal Air Force Search and Rescue?
Not to mention the ineffective Royal Search and Rescue Team.
By the time their search and rescue boat reached the crash area, the pilot had already drowned.
At this time, the British Royal Search and Rescue Team used airboats, whose search and rescue range was slow and far inferior to the He59 water search and rescue aircraft of the German Air Force.
After many Allied pilots were shot down, they were very glad that they became prisoners of the Germans. If they counted on the Allied search and rescue boats, the chance of feeding fish in the vast sea was 99%. Although this is a bit exaggerated, but This also illustrates the slow action of the Royal Search and Rescue Team, which has become a criticism of the Royal Air Force.
Now, Captain Adolf Mullen was not in the mood to discuss the 360-degree roll that broke the Messerschmitt's dive attack. He was only worried about whether the S703 Spitfire could return safely. He wiped his face covered with spittle. Climb to the observation tower in person, take a telescope and look into the distance.
The pilots of the Spitfire and the Hurricane were also waiting anxiously on the ground. If S703 and S705 had not appeared in time, the two of them and the other two would have been undergoing physical examinations by several female doctors, and the cowhide was flying all over the sky in a fearless manner. Pilot, there is a high probability that he will not be able to come back today.
As soon as Carter got off the plane, he took off his flight jacket and tied it around his waist to cover his buttocks. At this time, he stood among several beautiful female doctors and nurses, beaming and dancing, talking about how he was in three airplanes. Surrounded by Messerschmitt, he dashed from left to right, using machine guns to protect the Dreadnought fighters from danger. On several occasions, his machine guns almost hit Messerschmitt. Of course, if he had not been outnumbered, he might have hit him early. Just shoot down one...
Looking at Carter, several female doctors and nurses had admiration written all over their faces.
"coming!"
Captain Adolf Mullen suddenly shouted excitedly. He could see that S703 was flying very steadily, and he was surprised and happy, "S703 Spitfire is back. Our knight, our ace pilot is back."
With 4.5 shot down, it can be called a trump card.
This time there was no signal flare or forced landing. The S703 Spitfire stopped steadily on the runway.
Captain Adolf Mullen, two other pilots, and ground crew members ran over quickly, and Emmons, who was in high spirits, also ran over immediately.
"Hey...wait for me Emmons!" Carter saw his partner running towards S703 with a breath of fire. He also quickly left the phone numbers of several female doctors and nurses, holding the flight jacket with both hands to prevent it from falling off his butt. , also ran over, "Oh! God, let me see which handsome British knight stepped off this fighter plane."
Several ground staff held the escalator, and Zhou Zhihan stood up from the plane, stepped off the plane, took off his goggles, and took off his flight cap.
"Oh! Damn it, Emmons, am I dazzled? The man who stepped off Spitfire S703 was not a British knight, but an Asian. How could there be an Asian yellow race in the Spitfire?" Carter, who was talking, stood there blankly, spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders, looking disappointed, "This is impossible. Who did this magic?"
Not only Carter, but everyone in the airport except Captain Adolf Mullen was a little shocked. How could an Asian yellow man get off this Spitfire?
Spitfires are the main fighter jets of the British Royal Air Force. There are less than a thousand of them in total. Many experienced pilots cannot fly them. How could they be taken off by a yellow-skinned Asian?
How can this be?
knight?
Ace pilot?
Is this a mistake?
Everyone thought to themselves almost at the same time, with different expressions.
Many people even suddenly wondered whether this Asian yellow man secretly piloted the Spitfire and flew around in the sky, but the real fighting hero had not returned yet.
Even the pilots of the Spitfire, Hurricane, and Dreadnought fighter jets were a little confused. Is this the pilot who shot down several Messerschmitt S703 Spitfires?
Seeing everyone's different expressions, Zhou Zhihan smiled slightly, shook his head, and said to the mechanics and ground crew beside him: "Sergeant, please check my plane and fill up the fuel tank for me!"
"yes!"
Several sergeants agreed hesitantly. Now they were startled to see that it was a colonel who spoke to them.
Captain Adolf Mullen saw everyone looking at Zhou Zhihan and knew what they were thinking, so he felt a little embarrassed and said quickly: "This is the Air Force chief instructor from China, an ancient civilization in the East, Colonel Zhou Zhihan! He is the first company Shot down several Messerschmitts and covered our safe evacuation."
Captain Adolf Mullen saw with his own eyes that Zhou Zhihan shot down 4.5 Bf109Es. He didn't know whether he shot down the two that finally besieged the S703 Spitfire, so he just said how many to avoid misunderstanding.
Hearing Captain Adolf Mullen say this, applause gradually broke out. Especially the eyes of several female doctors and nurses suddenly lit up. This Asian man is very handsome!
But there are still some people who are still doubtful. In their deep-rooted arrogance, it is impossible for the Chinese, as yellow race, to be allowed to drive the Spitfire, let alone shoot down the Messerschmitt.
The aloof British Empire looked down upon the Chinese who had long braids a few decades ago.
How many Messerschmitts were shot down?
hehe!
It is difficult for the Royal British Empire pilots to shoot down the Messerschmitt. You, a Chinese, can shoot down the Messerschmitt if you want to, and you can shoot down several of them in a row.
This is impossible.
All pilots in the world know that the Chinese Air Force was completely wiped out by the Japanese. You don’t even have a decent aircraft. How could you have an ace pilot who shot down several Messerschmitts in a row?
Haha, even if you, a yellow man, fly into the sky in a Spitfire, so what. The result of shooting down a few planes is not just who can say how many. There needs to be evidence. I also said that I shot down more than a dozen Meijis last time. Seschmidt is the ace among aces.
Faced with the doubts of some people, Zhou Zhihan didn't care. This was not the first time that he had been questioned by others.
Walking alone to a safe place far away, Zhou Zhihan took out a cigarette and lit it. He was not angry at being looked down upon by these self-righteous Westerners. This was normal. Since the Opium War, Western powers, including the British, have not taken China seriously. Here, if Germany and Japan had not put pressure on the British, the British government would not have reopened the Burma Highway that was closed by them.
Looking at some of the stationed pilots whispering to each other at the airport, Zhou Zhihan raised his lips slightly, China, the Chinese, will shock you and the world.
"Do you know?" Captain Adolf Mullen said to the pilots of Spitfire and Hurricane: "That 360-degree backward roll was taught to me by Colonel Zhou. The situation was very critical at that time, and this trick really worked."
"You didn't invent that trick?"
The Hurricane pilot was a little confused and looked at Zhou Zhihan in the distance as he spoke. At that time, he saw with his own eyes the maneuver performed by Captain Adolf Mullen.
Captain Adolf Mullen smiled and shook his head, and said to the pilots who escaped, "You guys have to thank Commander Zhou. If it weren't for him, you might not be able to get back here."
After seeing the ground crew refueling, Zhou Zhihan took a bamboo pole about one meter high and stuck it on the ground of the wide runway. A white glove hung on the top of the bamboo pole.
Everyone looked at the Chinese colonel wearing a Royal Air Force uniform and wondered what he wanted to do.
Zhou Zhihan climbed onto the plane, started it, and took off cleanly. After slowly pulling it forward to 500 meters, he performed the simplest turning maneuver, which attracted ridicule from the British who looked down on the Chinese pilots on the ground.
hehe!
Using the Royal Air Force's main fighter Spitfire to perform such a simple maneuver, I can only laugh!
Overkill.
Rifle to kill mosquitoes.
Zhou Zhihan slowed down and slowly descended. The Spitfire flew above the wide airport runway and was still slowly descending.
Everyone in the airport suddenly felt anxious.
Because the Spitfire was still descending, it was twenty meters above the ground. The landing gear was still not deployed at fifteen meters.
The Spitfire was still descending, ten meters above the ground, five meters above the ground, and the landing gear was still not extended.
Everyone's breathing almost stopped.
S703 Spitfire will be smashed to pieces.
Only two meters above the ground, the Spitfire was still descending and the landing gear was still not lowered. In an atmosphere where everyone almost forgot to breathe, the Spitfire flew towards the bamboo pole. Its height was still decreasing, but the landing gear was still not lowered.
Several female doctors and nurses were so frightened that they covered their eyes with their hands.
It wasn't until the Spitfire was one meter above the ground that Zhou Zhihan gently pressed the pole, tilted the fuselage, used the tip of one of the Spitfire's wings to pick up the white gloves hanging on the bamboo pole, and suddenly climbed upward at a large elevation angle. .
It wasn't until the S703 flames disappeared from the sky that the people in the airport came to their senses.
Look down on the Chinese?
Zhou Zhihan chuckled.
The aerobatics that Marcel Ewing, the German ace pilot as famous as Erich Hardmann, could only do a few months later, the Chinese did it today.
