At this time, the A214 Spitfire was still 2,300 meters away from the sea.
In the moment before the A214 Spitfire inevitably entered a stall and tail spin, Zhou Zhihan had fully retracted the throttle to slow down. While the propeller speed dropped sharply and increased resistance, he pushed the joystick to the bottom to change the fighter's descent speed.
But the speed of falling from an altitude of several thousand meters was too fast. In the blink of an eye, the A214 Spitfire was only 1,500 meters away from the sea.
When the fighter jet entered a tail spin, Zhou Zhihan's left hand accurately found the flap switch and opened it to reduce the tail spin angle, just like touching his nose in the dark.
There are still 1200 meters from the sea.
When Zhou Zhihan returned his hand, he turned off the automatic turning and side-slip adjuster, pressed the control stick in the opposite direction, and the aileron trim piece and aileron mass balance blade opened instantly, changing the force-bearing area of the wing. He pedaled his left foot quickly and continuously for seven minutes. After turning the rudder and feeling that the rotation of the fuselage slowed down, my left hand accurately found the landing gear emergency release gas bottle switch and turned it on, and the gas bottle deflated violently.
Little red dots suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Zhihan's eyes. This was a precursor to red vision. His eyes must have been bloodshot and frightening. This also meant that the Spitfire A214 had recovered from its tail spin and was heading vertically towards the sea. Planted.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The bullets fired by the Bf 110 fighter jets drew out sloping bullet trails, grazed the A214's spitfire, and shot into the sea.
The A214 Spitfire could plunge vertically into the sea, but the Bf 110 fighter jet couldn't do it and didn't dare to do it. So after the shot was cleared, the pilot began to pull up with all his strength. The dive he had just made in pursuit had reached its limit. If it is pulled up, it will crash into the sea.
The veins on Zhou Zhihan's neck and face bulged out, like earthworms, and a network of red filaments appeared in front of his eyes. He pushed the throttle to the bottom, tightened his abdomen and straightened his waist, and unleashed all his core strength. He held the joystick with both hands and pushed forward with all his strength. Pull, shout: "Get up..."
The flares illuminated that area of the sea like daylight. Lieutenant Johnson Allen and Warrant Officer Al Diehl's hands holding the binoculars trembled slightly as they watched the A214 Spitfire finally recover from the stall and tail spin, like a cannonball Like, it hits the sea vertically.
Hearing Zhou Zhihan's scream, Johnson Allen's palms were all sweaty. Watching the A214 spit fire and hit the sea, he knew that today's rescue mission could only be completed by himself and Dill: "Oh my God. God, he is only 200 meters away from the sea at most... Come on, Colonel..."
Colonel Zhou accurately pointed out the location of several enemy fighter planes in the dark night, especially when avoiding the head-on shooting of Bf 110 fighter jets, he used that incredible 90-degree diagonal roll. This made Lieutenant Allen very admired for his ability. There is no doubt, but the A214 Spitfire fell too fast? Like a cannonball? It fell straight down. In this case, no one could pull the plane up, and no one had that much strength to pull up the control stick. ? At this time, we can only place our hope in God.
"Oh God! It's a miracle that he actually recovered from the spin... There are still about 160 meters from the water, Colonel... Come on..." Warrant Officer Al Dill knew that it was impossible and no one could do it at such a distance. He could pull up the nose of the plane, but he admired Zhou Zhihan to the point of despair, and still kept cheering for him, even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would grasp it.
"Come on Colonel..."
"Pull it, Colonel..."
"Oh my god, oh my god, it's so close to the sea... Oh my God... The nose of the plane is pulling upward..."
"Oh...my God...less than 100 meters from the sea...the nose of the plane is still being raised...the colonel is still working hard..."
"Oh my God...the nose of the Spitfire is about to pull up...the Chinese? How did they do it? His will is stronger than steel? The impossible becomes possible. The Chinese...the amazing Chinese !”
"It's leveled... God... the belly of the A214 Spitfire flew forward against the rolling waves, and the water splashed everywhere..."
"Hooh... did he want to push the stick... How could he push the stick at this time... fu...ck... he really pushed the stick... one-fifth of the wing penetrated into the waves... oh ho... ...The Chinese have promoted...oh ho ho ho ho..."
"Fuck...it's so exciting...Dil, did you take a photo..."
"Didn't you take the photo? Damn it Allen, mine is a training aircraft without a camera gun... shit... Oh my God, the rear gunner of the Bf 110 fighter suddenly opened fire? Two tongues of flame breathed fire at the A214."
"The A214 Spitfire rolled and dodged the Bf110 fighter's rear gunner's fire... Oh... I can't see it anymore. They left the bright light cast by the flare and entered the darkness Dill..."
Finally recovering from the stall and tail spin, Zhou Zhihan's back was completely soaked with sweat. The belly of the A214 Spitfire was flying with spray. He pressed the stick slightly. The fuselage was slightly tilted, the wings were brushed with the spray, and the nose of the aircraft was pulled up. Flying diagonally because he saw the rear gunner of the Bf 110 fighter jet adjusting the muzzle and preparing to shoot.
When the Bf110 was pulling up at full speed, the huge overload made it impossible for the rear gunner to aim. On the sea, the Spitfire was flying up against the waves.
Just now, the pilot of the Bf 110 fighter jet dived, fired a flare from the flare tube, and then continued to attack and fire downwards. However, the shot missed because the angle was not enough, and he watched the flames plunge towards the sea with no chance of survival. He secretly called it a fluke, thanked God for blessing and pulled the lever at the same time. If the bright light from the explosion in the distance had not suddenly illuminated the Spitfire of the dive attack, the Bf 110 fighter jet would have sunk to the bottom of the sea by now. He and his companions went to see God. went.
"Damn... this Spitfire actually pulled up..." The rear gunner of the Bf 110 fighter suddenly shouted to remind the pilot and opened fire at the same time, "He dodged my shot..."
The Bf 110 fighter pilot was shocked: "Damn! He can be pulled up like this. Where is he now? Is he a human or a devil?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a violent spasm coming from the belly of the aircraft, the fuselage was shaking violently, all the instrument lights in the cockpit suddenly went out, and there was an explosion in his ears, and then he watched helplessly as the pieces of his body lay in the cockpit. Agitated...
Warrant Officer Al Dill and Lieutenant Johnson Allen saw eight red tracer traces suddenly appearing in the darkness next to the flare.
They recognized the traces of bullets pulled from the Spitfire's 7.7mm Browning machine gun, and accurately hit the Bf110 fighter jet, which was blurred by the light of the tracer bullet. A few seconds later, the Destroyer fighter exploded.
In the huge explosion and flames, the A214 Spitfire had already "bounced" away cleanly and disappeared into the vast darkness.
"oh……"
The two burst into cheers. This battle process was so ups and downs. It only lasted for ten seconds, but it was almost breathless to watch.
A few minutes later, the A214 Spitfire emerged from the darkness and led the flight in front of Warrant Officer Al Dier: "N37 and go home, we quickly passed through here and entered the Calais Port pier. The explosion of the Bf 110 fighter just now, very It will soon attract other enemy planes.”
"Mr. Commander-in-Chief!" Warrant Officer Al Dill asked with a tone full of admiration, "What happened just now was so wonderful. How did you do it?"
Lieutenant Johnson Allen also asked in an incredible tone: "Colonel! How did you correct the stall spin and pull the lever to escape at such a close distance from the sea?"
Zhou Zhihan wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves: "Practice makes perfect, it's just experience!"
Johnson Allen "..."
Al.Dir "..."
