Zhou Zhihan's firing was deliberately advanced. After a flurry of skin fragments, the propeller of the N010 Messerschmitt was damaged, sparks flew everywhere, and black smoke came out of the nose.
With one successful blow, A214's flames rose up and bounced away.
When Molders saw the opponent firing, he thought that his death was coming. At this moment, he thought of the pilots who died under his own hands.
He had no time to sigh, so he could only close his eyes, and heard the sound of bullets tearing through the skin and smashing the propeller.
Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, he still felt no pain. He opened his eyes and saw that the A214 Spitfire had left, and the other party had only damaged his propeller.
The other party showed mercy.
Only then did Moldes feel his back was wet with cold sweat. He had no time to check where his wingman was. The plane had no power. He did not dare to roll over to check the situation. He immediately ordered: "N378 retreat immediately. The propeller of my plane was hit. The engine stalled and I had to return and make an emergency landing."
After Molders finished speaking, he glanced at the cockpit instruments and saw that the altitude of the plane was constantly decreasing. He pulled up the nose of the plane and glide towards the Pien Airport. If he parachuted here, he would be captured by the Allies 90% of the time.
Molders thought to himself, if the positions were reversed, would he have shown mercy to the A214 Spitfire before firing?
Maybe, maybe not, because in the air where life and death can be determined in one second, there is not so much time to think about it. Thinking of this, he sighed, his own skills were too far behind the opponent, and his shooting skills had reached the level where he could do whatever he wanted.
"I was hit, oh my god, my stomach was punctured, the cabin was full of gasoline... God, please help me..."
Molders heard the screams of his wingman for help. He turned the fuselage slightly and looked back to see smoke coming from the nose of the Messerschmitt N378, staggering towards the sea like a drunken man, and the A214. One Spitfire hit, bounced away, and the other Spitfire left. Apparently he shot down his wingman.
At this moment, Mordes had mixed feelings? What should he do if he faced him again on the battlefield in the future?
After shooting down the Messerschmitt N378, Zhou Zhihan asked Allen to return with him. The mission had been successfully completed, and Allen's Spitfire did not have much fuel and ammunition left. At this time, it was the wisest choice to take him back.
"Yes, sir!"
Lieutenant Johnson Allen was very excited. They successfully completed the mission. He shot down two enemy planes in a row. He could join the ranks of ace pilots and bring glory to his family.
Of course? The person Allen is most grateful to is the Chinese Air Force chief instructor who he once doubted. If it weren't for him, today's mission would not have been completed.
Zhou Zhihan rolled over and looked back to see that Mordes had left behind a long line of black smoke. When he turned back, his eyes swept to the Saint-Pol Refinery, about five or six kilometers away from the port of Dunkirk. Those dozens of oil storage tanks that were tens of meters high couldn't help but gasp, because a Reaper Stuka bomber was diving towards those huge oil tanks from an altitude of more than two thousand meters.
Fear arose in Zhou Zhihan's heart!
The screaming God of Death dropped the bomb, and the aerial bomb hit the largest oil tank in the middle? There was a flash of fire? Two seconds later, the big oil tank exploded? The explosion drowned out the sound of all guns and artillery on the entire battlefield, followed by a blast that could destroy The shock wave that destroyed the sky and the earth, with a huge power visible to the naked eye, spread around with fire, swallowing everything wherever it went.
The Stuka bomber was hit by the powerful shock wave generated by the explosion during the rapid lifting process. It staggered like a drunkard. Obviously, the pilot of the Stuka bomber did not expect that the power of the oil tank explosion would be so powerful. Huge, huge flames soared into the sky and enveloped the Stuka bomber. Like a fire phoenix, it soared dozens of meters into the sky before falling upside down and exploding in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, other oil tanks exploded one after another, and waves of powerful air flow hit the surroundings. The ground within a few kilometers of the refinery seemed to have suddenly fallen and then bounced up again, killing all living things within a few kilometers. Apply charcoal.
"Let's go, Allen! Come on, come on, come on..."
Zhou Zhihan loudly urged Lieutenant Allen one after another, because the huge impact caused by the explosion of the refinery was like cloud waves in the sky, rolling towards this side layer by layer, mixed with fire, it was too scary.
Lieutenant Johnson Allen didn't know what was happening behind him, but he heard fear from the deafening explosion and the commander's voice, so he pushed the throttle to the bottom and the fighter jet rushed forward.
Zhou Zhihan also pushed the throttle to the bottom, and the flamethrower moved forward with all its strength. Where they were, they were not afraid of the shock wave caused by the explosion, but the fire in the air wave could ignite everything.
"Buzz..."
The turbulent air waves came so fast that Zhou Zhihan felt like a paper airplane being fanned by a fan behind him. Zhou Zhihan felt like a paper airplane was being fanned behind him. It suddenly rushed forward. The wings swayed and almost stalled and rolled. A heat wave surrounded him. Disappeared, he secretly screamed that it was very dangerous. Fortunately, the fighter plane was moving at full speed after turning back just now, otherwise the fuselage might really be affected by the fire.
Zhou Zhihan turned the nose of the plane and looked at the port of Dunkirk from the air. He shivered several times all over his body. What he saw in front of him was terrifying.
The entire port of Dunkirk turned into a hell on earth, with fires and explosions everywhere. All buildings within a few kilometers of the explosion site were razed to the ground, and the whole city was shrouded in huge smoke.
More than a dozen fighter planes from both sides that were relatively close to the refinery were like burning firebirds. They all fell from the sky one after another. Some fell into the sea, some hit the ground at the dock, and some fell on the ground. The Allied positions brought a lot of casualties.
Molders' N010 Messerschmitt was not found in the air. His fighter had lost power and might have been overturned by the shock wave of the explosion and crashed.
Fortunately, the location of the Allied forces was on the beach below the pier and was not affected by the fire caused by the explosion of the refinery. However, the soldiers were obviously frightened and lay on the beach in dense groups, thinking that the end of the world was coming.
Zhou Zhihan took a look at the altitude gauge of the A214 Spitfire. The height was 2,800 meters, but the height of the smoke column was still higher than that, at least 3,500 meters.
This is so scary.
early morning.
Bentley Abbey is bathed in sunlight. The Air Force Headquarters dispatch room is set up in a huge room. Next to the observation deck in the dispatch room, spread out on a huge table is a huge map of the English Channel and the United Kingdom. The girls in the Air Force were wearing blue shirts and headphones. They were pushing the tiles on the map with long sticks. Each tile represented a fighter squadron. As for whether the tile represented an enemy aircraft or a Royal Air Force aircraft, then Depends on the color of the plate.
Between these plates are small flags of various colors, each representing a troop transport ship for retreating soldiers or an allied warship.
Next to the intelligence station in the dispatch room, dozens of female intelligence officers were checking the radar bands. One of them called the rescue team's contact band every two minutes.
When the voices of Warrant Officer Al Dill and Major White appeared in the intelligence room, the female intelligence agent stood up excitedly and immediately had someone deliver the good news to General Dowding who was having breakfast.
Admiral Hugh Dowding held a note from the intelligence officer in his hand. It said that the rescue team successfully blew up the Spitfire that made an emergency landing at Mark Airport. Admiral Hugh Dowding's frown relaxed. Some asked: "Have all the members of the rescue team returned safely?"
"Warrant Officer Al Dill and Major White have landed safely in the trainer aircraft. There is no news yet about the two Spitfires responsible for the breakup."
Admiral Dowding: "As soon as there is news about the two of them, come and report immediately!"
"Yes. General!" The intelligence officer turned and left.
Admiral Dowding: "Wait a moment."
The intelligence officer turned around.
"Let Warrant Officer Al Dill and Major White wait for the other two rescuers to return, and then come to the monastery together. Remember, do not leak the rescue news to any reporters before the two Spitfires come back. Wait for those two When the Spitfire entered the radar area, reporters from major newspapers in the UK were immediately notified and went to the airport in advance to greet them."
