The two planes were flying in opposite directions just now. After more than ten seconds, the distance between them was about five or six kilometers.
The flight speed of Bf109E6 was close to 600 kilometers, and the Spitfire's speed was slightly slower at 500 kilometers at this time. The two planes were running in opposite directions, as fast as lightning, widening the distance.
Suddenly, Messerschmitt flew 180 degrees upside down to pursue the A214 Spitfire.
The advantage of inverted flight is that it can increase altitude and convert it into energy, and it can turn quickly. The disadvantage is that if the enemy aircraft has a wingman, there will be almost no defense when the inverted flight reaches the top, and it is easy to be attacked by the enemy wingman.
Marseille is a man of extraordinary skill, a man of great skill and boldness, with a piercing gaze. He glances around and knows there is no threat.
The A214 Spitfire continued to accelerate forward and rise, eliminating the height advantage Marcelo had established when flying upside down. Its wings continued to swing, provoking.
Facing the provocation, Marceiu sneered and pushed the throttle forward. His Bf109E6 was a high-speed reconnaissance aircraft, faster than the A214 Spitfire, and it was getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, the A214 Spitfire also performed a strong 180-degree inverted flight, immediately forming a head-on approach with the same trajectory but different altitudes.
So brave!
“The Chinese piloting the A214 Spitfire is truly well-deserved!
It's more interesting and exciting to play against a super ace! "
Marceliu's brown eyes flashed coldly, and his eyes shrank instantly. He sincerely admired this Eastern man's adaptability and courage. The A214's fire-breathing was indeed beyond his expectation. This 180-degree inverted flight was clean and neat, and he quickly occupied a high position. .
Just now, Messerschmitt was chasing the A214 Spitfire at the same height, but the A214 Spitfire suddenly flew upside down at a strong 180 degrees, quickly occupying the high position of the oncoming attack, and had a slight advantage.
After turning the nose, the A214 Spitfire stopped swinging its wings left and right. This was the perfect combination of experienced experience and superb technology.
Marceliu's eyes were sharp, and he sneered at the corner of his lips and said to himself: "What can experience do? What can superb skills do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Messerschmitt suddenly made two upward jumps in a row. In an instant, he rose from the low position to the high position and at the same time, the nose of the aircraft was slightly depressed, aiming at the nose of the A214 Spitfire to adjust the firing advance. At this time, the distance between the two machines was only seven or eight hundred meters. He pressed the cannon button slightly with his thumb, charging up and preparing to fire.
These two pull-up jumps in a row are Marceliu's special skills. Pilots who can do one pull-up jump are very rare. Besides himself, he has never seen a pilot who can do two pull-up jumps in a row. Others can do it, which is one of the reasons why he is unruly.
For example, the day before yesterday, when he had attacked the squadron commander Captain Münchberg, he would have been punished and sent to be a forward infantryman if it had been anyone else.
He once performed aerial stunts for Marshal Kesselring who came to inspect. He did not lower the landing gear when he was three meters above the ground, and used the tip of the wing to pick up a towel on a bamboo pole. This won the marshal's appreciation and won countless applause on the spot. .
Suddenly, Marceiu's face changed drastically, and the coldness in his eyes was no longer replaced by disbelief and horror: "How is this possible? How is this possible? He can actually do three jumps in a row. How did he do it? He Is he a human or a god?”
Almost at the same time that Marcelo made two upward jumps in a row to occupy the high position, the A214 Spitfire made three upward jumps in a row and once again occupied the high position. The nose of the aircraft was slightly depressed and aimed at Mei. Seschmidt's nose instantly completed the shooting advance.
What shocked Marceliu even more was that after his own two consecutive pull-up jumps, although the fighter plane could instantly occupy a high position, its speed and energy were relatively weakened a lot, while the opponent's three consecutive pull-up jumps showed no speed and energy at all. It continues unabated and seems to have the stamina to continue to rise and jump.
At this time, the two planes were 400 meters apart, and Messerschmitt no longer had the energy to pull up and jump again.
Marceiu knew that there was nothing he could do to save his life. He looked up and could clearly see the slight body movement of the A214 Spitfire pilot, which was pressing the machine gun firing button. He fired.
The moment after pressing the machine gun fire button, Zhou Zhihan also saw clearly the thin and handsome face of the Messerschmitt pilot. Suddenly he remembered that he had seen this face in a military magazine. It was a famous military officer. Ace, but can't remember the name.
No matter who he was, he had already opened fire, hitting the front of the nose of the aircraft. The location he hit was the cabin, and the opponent would only die.
"Click!"
Hearing a dull clicking sound coming from the machine, an ominous premonition poured into Zhou Zhihan's heart.
Sure enough, after the A214 Spitfire fuselage trembled violently, no tongues of flame spewed out from the front of the nose.
The eight machine guns of the A214 Spitfire jammed at the same time.
In an instant, Zhou Zhihan's brain buzzed, and he immediately pulled up and jumped away, accelerating and flying forward. At this moment, he understood that his machine gun had been tampered with again and jammed at the same time.
Eight machine guns jammed at the same time. There was only one explanation, and that was that he had been tricked again.
Now I can only think of ways to escape.
Zhou Zhihan was extremely angry. If the person who tricked him again was in front of him now, he could smash him into a pulp.
He thought that after Billy's death, those who wanted to harm him would restrain themselves, but unexpectedly, they intensified their efforts and even dared to jam all eight machine guns. This must be such an eagerness to harm him.
Hans-Joachim Marceu was closing his eyes and waiting for death. Three seconds later he still did not hear the sound of bullets or the sound of the cockpit cover being blown. He opened his eyes in panic and confusion, only to find that there was no one in front of him. After seeing the traces of the A214 Spitfire, he instantly judged that the A214 Spitfire was jammed.
As a top pilot, Marceiu could tell from Zhou Zhihan's slight body movements that he pressed the fire button of the machine gun and fired. If the machine gun did not sound, it meant it was jammed.
Marcelo was ecstatic in his heart. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The fighter's airborne weapons were far more complex than the army's machine guns and rifles. Once a jam occurred, it could only be removed manually after the plane landed.
It only took Marceliu two seconds to find the direction in which the A214 Spitfire was escaping. He was not very fast at this time. He quickly turned the nose of the plane at a small angle and accelerated forward. After the fighter's speed was fully increased, he turned on the accelerator to increase the speed. To the extreme, he would shoot down the A214 Spitfire even if he chased it to the British airport.
The evening sun was blazing red, and the blue sky was almost transparent, stretching as far as the eye could see. The white condensed contrails left by the two fighter jets hung in the blue sky like chaotic waterfalls, looking ethereal and mysterious.
Shortly after the two fighter jets left, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the wilderness below where they had just fought. A small clearing appeared among the bushes and thorns, and then gradually grew larger...
A few minutes later, the large open space shrank rapidly again, and disappeared completely in just ten seconds.
This was the place Zhou Zhihan had been looking for.
