People who didn't understand air combat saw the N39 Spitfire swooping down and beating the lost white No. 7 Messerschmitt, and they immediately burst into cheers like a pot exploding.
The tireless teenagers once again waved their fists to show their passion and attract the attention of the girls on the shore.
There were many people watching the battle. Many girls naturally like soldiers. Although they do not know the air combat skills, they still go to the beach to see the grace of air warriors.
The beautiful female reporter almost put her head on Zhou Zhihan's back, for fear of missing the ace's wonderful explanation. From his tone just now, she seemed to think that N39 Spitfire had fallen into the enemy's trap again.
Zhou Zhihan paused: "Hi~~ Allen is still too young." After saying this, he shook his head with regret in his eyes.
"Chief instructor..."
The rookies asked softly, confused.
The female reporter raised the small tape recorder a little higher. There were many scratches on her feet, with blood flowing out, but she didn't care. The number one ace of the Allied Forces was not easy to interview. She recorded him. If she takes back the on-site commentary, it will become breaking news in the evening. She will take the currently vacant deputy editor position.
An instructor couldn't help but ask: "Chief instructor, is there anything wrong with N39 Spitfire's pursuit?"
"There is nothing wrong with the N39 Spitfire chasing down. If you don't chase the plane, there will be no victory. But he fell into the German trap when he shot down from the same position just now. You must remember that when chasing the diving Messerschmitt, When shooting, be sure to perform post-tracking on both sides of its track and constantly adjust the shooting advance, so as not to give them the opportunity to suddenly pull up and perform Immelman maneuvers.
You see, the N39 Spitfire is now following the trajectory of the White No. 7 in a swooping pursuit. If my judgment is correct, the opponent will easily perform the Immelman maneuver in the next step, and with one pull up, it will bite the N39 Spitfire. 's back. "Zhou Zhihan shook his head. He hoped that his explanation was wrong. He also hoped that White No. 7 really wanted to escape and was not trying to lure N39 into a trap.
"Oh hell, Immelmann maneuver..." an instructor suddenly shouted, "Damn it, White No. 7 suddenly yanked its nose and flew above the N39 Spitfire, and then bit the N39 Spitfire's back... …”
The rookies also let out a burst of exclamations. They knew Immelman's maneuvers. This was a big killer in dog fights. He could instantly pull up from a low position to a high position and then fire to successfully counterattack.
"The damn Germans opened fire... Damn it, the N39 Spitfire was hit on the tail..." The instructor couldn't hide his regret and shook his head repeatedly, "Quickly parachute, quick parachute... Parachute, Lieutenant..."
Zhou Zhihan's palms became sweaty, and he looked at the N39 whose tail was already on fire, breathing fire: "Skydive, Allen..."
At this time, if the pilot parachutes, the opponent will not continue to attack, because the plane will definitely crash if the pilot escapes, but if the pilot does not escape, the opponent will continue to attack.
Al Dier felt the fuselage vibrate, and thick smoke billowing out from the tail. He could see flames in the smoke in the rearview mirror. He was about to parachute when he suddenly saw a tidal wave of people on the coast. At this moment, he gave up. Faced with the plan of parachuting and escaping in front of my fellow villagers, I gritted my teeth and prepared for a life-and-death fight. I glanced at the position of the white No. 7, then pushed the stick to the right, kicked the right rudder hard and rolled to the lower right. Even if I couldn't turn defeat into victory, I still had to kill N39. No. Breathing fire and flying back.
"What the hell... Parachute, Allen..." Zhou Zhihan watched the N39 Spitfire's tail smoke and roll to the lower right and perform a roller maneuver, trying to avoid the pursuit of the White No. 7, he shouted helplessly, " Quickly parachute Allen, no Allen..."
White No. 7 looked at N39, who was trying to survive, and smiled lightly. His Messerschmitt occupied a high position and he was sure of victory. He was experienced and easily pressed the lever with a movement of his wrist. The slope of the pursuit was just right, completely blocking N39. The Spitfire wanted to win in a dangerous situation, and then calmly adjusted the firing advance, and after turning off the cannon trigger on the nose, pressed the fire button on the joystick, and the machine guns on the wings fired. The trace hit the fire-breathing back of N39 accurately, and the fire danced from front to back...
"boom!"
The N39 Spitfire first burst into flames in its fuselage and exploded a few seconds later.
"Damn..." Zhou Zhihan was desperate. He and Allen had fought many times and had a good personal relationship. "Damn White No. 7, I'm going to kill you..."
Zhou Zhihan felt uncomfortable as he spoke. Knowing that Allen had died in the battle, he stepped back and wanted to sit down, but did not find anyone behind him. His subconscious reaction was to hug the female reporter and immediately fell to the beach with the female reporter. , everything is soft and elastic when you start...
People at the seaside looked up and watched the N39 Spitfire in the air explode and fall into pieces, burning with fire and falling to the sea. Knowing that the pilot had died in the battle, they fell into collective silence.
The teenagers sat on the beach with their heads down, and the successive blows made the enthusiasm burning in their hearts quickly weaken and almost extinguish.
Seeing their country being defeated in a row, everyone's mood was extremely low. The men lowered their heads and smoked, and the women whispered.
All the rookies remained silent and quietly turned away from the chief instructor. He awkwardly climbed up from the female reporter, dusted off the sand on his body, then forced a smile and politely stretched out his hand to pick up the female reporter. .
The white No. 7 in the sky once again rose up and hovered in the air, looking down at the burning loot on the water. After a few more turns, it flew towards the direction of Faguo.
The female reporter's face was red. She was pinned down by the oriental man in the public square. She stood up and gently dropped Zhou Zhihan's hand. She lowered her head to adjust her clothes and skirt, and then looked at herself. It was my scratched feet, and I felt sour in my heart. Why were I working so hard?
Bentley Abbey!
Watching the dot representing the N39 Spitfire disappear on the big screen, everyone knew that the N39 Spitfire fell into the sea. Lieutenant Al Dill lost contact after his last painful cry. It was estimated that he was also in danger.
Everyone in the large war room was silent. Just before the N39 Spitfire crashed, another Hurricane fighter was defeated 20 kilometers away from the Port of Dover. The fuselage was damaged and barely escaped from the battlefield and was on its way back.
General Hugh Dowding fell into thinking. He now encountered a difficult problem. Facing the one-on-one challenge of the German Air Force, if the Royal Air Force did not fight, a large number of transport ships would be sunk by German aircraft, which would have a negative impact on the people. Confidence in fighting Germany will be greatly damaged. If the Royal Air Force accepts the challenge and falls into the trap of the Germans, seeing its own fighter jets frequently defeated, this will have an even greater impact on the people.
In less than two hours, two fighter jets were shot down, one was seriously injured, two pilots were killed, and six or seven cargo ships were sunk. If this continues, how will this war be fought?
Admiral Hugh Dowding held a pipe in his mouth and frowned. He had to admit that the British Air Force pilots were not even a little bit worse than the experienced German Condor Legion. In fact, all his troubles were because of the Royal Air Force. The combat capabilities of the pilots were far inferior to those of the Germans.
If the Royal Air Force could gain the upper hand in a one-on-one air battle, he could play with the opponent forever.
Admiral Daoding now began to regret why he listened to those bullshit bosses and refused to let Zhou Zhihan go into battle.
In the past, when the two sides fought in large groups, tactics could make up for the pilot's own technical deficiencies. Now, in one-on-one air combat, victory or defeat depends entirely on technology.
"Where is Colonel Zhou Zhihan now?"
Admiral Hugh Dowding asked the adjutant.
"I'm going to call Colonel Zhou now..." After a while, the adjutant came over and replied, "Admiral, Chief Instructor Zhou is at the beach now, leading the new students to watch and explain the battle on the spot."
Admiral Hugh Dowding reached out and took off the pipe from his mouth: "Tell Lieutenant Fias Christelle that when Colonel Zhou returns, please let him come to my place."
seaside.
Zhou Zhihan saw the female reporter sitting on the sand and looking sadly at her bleeding feet. He felt apologetic and walked over.
