Spitfire No. 214 was at 1,000 meters and kept firing at the plume that was preparing to attack Pisanko. The red bullet rain was very dazzling against the background of the blue sky.
Zhou Zhihan's move was not to kill, but to disturb the enemy.
In the air, the rain of bullets is to the pilot like a lion to a cheetah. The latter is always wary of the former and always in awe.
Pisanko forced himself to fly upside down, and then he saw the purple muzzle under the yellow nose of the Messerschmitt on the side. He instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar - I only survived for a few more seconds.
Pisanko could even see the surprise in the eyes of the Messerschmitt pilot and the subtle changes in his limbs when he pressed the cannon firing button on the thumb tower.
This kind of change can only be realized by those who are dying.
But after a few seconds, Pisanko changed his previous thoughts. He saw a continuous rain of bullets shining on the head of the Spitfire No. 214. In this moment of life and death, Pisanko saw that he had been bitten to death on the side. There was hesitation in the eyes of the May pilot.
This is the hesitation of life and death.
Pisanko felt that his heartbeat had reached his throat, but his brain was surprisingly calm. At the critical moment, he put the ball to the end instead of pressing down.
When the stick is pressed, the fighter plane lacks energy and rolls quickly enough.
Push the stick, and the fighter plane instantly increases its energy and falls at an extremely fast speed.
The Mei-type fighter dozens of meters away opened fire, and cold stars rushed towards it.
"Crash..."
Pisanko's tail navigation light was shattered.
"Ula..."
He heard the sounds of his comrades celebrating his rebirth.
An overwhelming celebration.
Immediately afterwards, a large fireball appeared in Pisanko's peripheral vision and fell towards the ground. He knew that Spitfire No. 214 had hit the Meiji that had just fired at him.
"Ula..."
Pisanko yelled, his eyes widened, his tongue stuck out, and his head shook wildly, releasing the indescribable emotion of the rest of his life after death.
The speed continued to increase and accelerate along the way, and Zhou Zhihan felt that there was something abnormal in the engine of No. 214 Spitfire, because just when he fired continuously to rescue Pisanco, the instantaneous shaking of the fighter plane was obviously intensified.
The system can be speeded up, but the fuselage cannot be repaired.
At this moment, Zhou Zhihan's eyes suddenly shrank, because two names suddenly appeared on his trump card identifier:
——Gunther Lal,
Affiliated to JG52 Wing,
The current record is 116.
Formerly ranked 3rd in the world.
The original record was 271.
******
——Herman Graf,
Affiliated to JG52 Wing,
The current record is 103.
Formerly ranked 8th in the world.
The original record was 202.
******
Erich Hartmann's name did not appear on the Ace Recognizer, probably because Hartmann was still a rookie at this time.
Zhou Zhihan took several deep breaths in succession, reached out and opened the fuel tank throw-off switch, and the auxiliary fuel tank on the belly of the Spitfire was detached.
It’s really interesting that the world’s number one Erich Hartmann, number three Gunther Lahr, and number eight Hermann Graf of the JG52 team all appeared.
"Pisanko, Yumashev, you protect the bombers and break forward, leaving the enemies behind to me. In a while, our reinforcements should arrive."
Zhou Zhihan asked Pisanko and Yumashev to go first. With their skills, there was no way to survive when meeting the above three people.
"clear!"
Yumashev and Pisanko replied in unison, guarding both sides of Red Star No. 9. They did not know the meaning of Zhou Zhihan letting them go first. If they knew, in the next air battle, No. 214 Jet Huo will be one against three, facing the top three among the world's aces, and it will probably be a shock.
The two of them had just walked around the gate of hell and came back. If Zhou Zhihan hadn't rescued them quickly, they would have entered the gate of hell long ago. Although they saved their lives, they were still frightened, and their heartbeats were still pounding like drums. ring.
In fact, Zhou Zhihan did not know that Gerhard Buckhorn, ranked second in the world, was also in the Mei-style formation.
Gunther Lahr, as the deputy captain of the JG52 group, led the second batch of interceptor fighters to take off. Since the siege of Zvezda 1 was commanded by Major Dietrich Herabach, he led 5 Mei-type interceptors to intercept the Zvezda. On the 9th, just a few minutes ago, he received a call from Major Dietrich Herabach and worked together to shoot down the Spitfire No. 214.
Major Herabach said that if Spitfire 214 cannot be shot down, today will be the most humiliating day since the JG52 Wing entered the Soviet Union, because not long ago, Spitfire 214 shot down Wing Commander Steinhoff Major.
At the moment, one of the six squadrons is intercepting the enemy. If they can't take down the Spitfire 214 and the two bombers, they can go back and wait for the punishment of the Imperial Marshal.
"Damn it."
Hermann Graf was furious, pressed the lever, and the Wk-Nr plummeted to the side of the Spitfire No. 214. He watched the victory and escaped while watching his wingman being shot down, which made him want to eat Zhou Zhihan alive.
No. 214 Spitfire hit the Meishi to come to the rescue for Pisanko. Hermann Graf inevitably occupied a favorable position, and at the same time, the pursuers behind him were closer.
Zhou Zhihan knows that the strength of the eighth player in the world is definitely not comparable to that of Shichiro Yamashita, Hiro Nishizawa, Harold Harder, or even Garland or Moldes.
Since this person is ranked eighth in the world, it is absolutely terrifying, not to mention that behind No. 214 Spitfire is chasing the world's number one, and in front of him is the world's third interceptor.
Zhou Zhihan was secretly glad that the number one in the world he met now was still a rookie, otherwise even Daluo Jinxian would not be able to survive the attacks of several great masters in the world.
But even so, Zhou Zhihan still didn't dare to despise Erich Hartmann in the slightest. The world's No. 1 was still inexperienced at this time, and his skills had already reached the semi-super-class level. Who dared to despise him? It will cost you your life.
Seeing the Mei-Shi coming from behind at five o'clock, Zhou Zhihan glanced at the Spitfire No. 214, which was 4,100 meters away from the ground. He suddenly pressed the stick and made a right roll, increasing the intersection point and destroying the Mei-Shi's shooting window.
Hermann Graf smiled angrily, pressing the pole and rudder to keep up quickly, never giving Spitfire 214 a chance to breathe and escape.
He is ranked among the top eight super aces in the world, and his reputation is definitely not in vain. At this time, his technology has entered the early stage of super-class.
During the roll, Spitfire No. 214 suddenly came out of a 360-degree roll. He stabilized his stance carefully and maintained the fighter's 90-degree downward slope, performing a blade-shaped roll that was very easy to stall.
If this kind of blade roll is done alone, it is not too difficult for veterans. The difficulty is that the No. 214 Spitfire is modified from a 360-degree roll and then changed to a 90-degree slope to create the blade roll. Turn, this movement is done in one go, without any sloppiness. If there is a slight deviation, the wings pointing up and down directly to the sky and the earth will be like a broken kite that has lost control, tumbling and falling in the wind.
Hermann Graf felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He could not do this action and did not dare to do it. It was the first time he had seen it. He could only watch helplessly as the Spitfire 214 passed under the belly of his aircraft and pulled the lever to the end. Make a reverse turn and bite his tail.
Spitfire No. 214 is not turning at the maximum sustained angular speed. Zhou Zhihan is turning without losing airspeed. It is a minimum radius turn, converting from being bitten to counter-biting at the fastest speed.
However, the initial overload of the rolling and turning of the blade was relatively large. Zhou Zhihan felt that all the blood in his body had reached one side of his body in an instant.
"God... No. 214's fire-breathing maneuver is so weird, it actually bites back in the blink of an eye..."
Major Dietrich Herabach had fear in his eyes.
"God……"
Erich Hartmann, who knew Chinese, muttered directly in Chinese.
His jaw dropped as he was shocked by the blade rolling.
While at the Sihang Warehouse, Hartman saw the No. 214 Type 96 doing the Cobra maneuver, but he didn't understand the flying principles of a fighter jet. Now that he is so skilled, he naturally knows how to perform a blade roll breakaway during a 360-degree roll. Then how difficult is it to make a minimum radius turn in one go.
"Dive quickly and gain speed to escape from Graf. Spitfire No. 214 is right behind you."
Major Dietrich Herabach saw in the distance that the Spitfire No. 214 had occupied the shooting position and bit the Mei. He was beyond reach and could only shout a warning.
