Imperial Overlord

At this time, through the curved glass of his cockpit, he saw a German fighter jet swept past his plane from behind.

Because of the distance, he saw many details on this ME-109E fighter.

For example, the obvious yellow identification mark painted on the nose, such as the square cockpit glass.

He saw that on the fuselage in front of the opponent's cockpit, a shield with the "S" logo painted on it.

At the same time, he also saw that behind the shield logo, just below the cockpit glass, there was a cute pattern of a rat holding a cigar.

The plane turned sideways beside his plane, as if to say hello, and then quickly left in the distance.

Presumably it was this plane that fired just now. The British pilot watched the other party fly away and almost figured out the reason why the other party stopped attacking him.

The air combat in 1940 still had the traditional flavor of a duel of European knights. The two sides will occasionally carry forward their spirits to give this brutal fight a competitive color.

Maybe the **** battle is too depressing and distorted, and everyone will occasionally let the brilliance of humanity sway this corner of despair.

At the same time, if the opponent abandons the attack and leaves, it proves that his previous attack has achieved the desired effect.

Even if they can't see the tail of the plane behind them, the British pilot can still guess that it must have been terrible.

The opponent had already made sure to shoot down him, so he kept precious ammunition and went to hunt down other targets.

He smiled bitterly, and he felt relieved that he felt discomfort in his body at this time.

He saw the red liquid splashing on the dashboard, and the pain also came from under his ribs, with a piercing heart.

He touched his stomach with his left hand, near the place under his left rib cage, blood soaked his gloves and stained his jacket red.

"Damn it!" He complained, at an altitude of at least 4,000 meters, a hole was hit by a bullet, which was not good news for him.

The bulletproof steel plate behind him obviously did not block all the deadly attacks. There may be a few bullets that passed through the gap between the steel plate and the aircraft body, piercing his body.

I don't know if it was because of the cold wind pouring in from the hole on the left body that was pierced by bullets, or because of excessive bleeding—he felt the cold at this moment.

"Ground command center... command center!" He called the ground command center in the intercom, but could not hear any sound.

He knew that he had not leveled his plane yet. Although the angle was not large, the altitude of his plane was still decreasing.

Looking at the altimeter on the dashboard, luckily the altimeter is still working. The number above is from 12,500, and is falling a little bit toward 10,000.

The altimeter on the British fighter jet is in feet. In conversion, his altitude is now around 3,600 meters.

The blood soaked the parachute behind him, and the bullet penetrated there before penetrating his body - God knows if the parachute was damaged.

Now he can't turn around and check whether his parachute has been damaged by the bullet.

Looking at the number on the altimeter, it had slowly descended to the position of 8000. He pulled his joystick, trying to restore his plane to level flight.

This time, the fuselage of the plane responded, but the response seemed to be too violent: he heard a "boom" sound, and then the whole plane began to bump.

The speed of descent was even faster. Sitting in the bumpy cockpit, he knew that the sound just now might be because the **** of the plane shattered and fell off.

The turbulence made the British pilot's wound even more painful, and the force of tearing the wound accompanied by the wind pouring in from the bullet hole made him shiver.

He knew that this time he was out of luck, so he stopped struggling, glanced at the altimeter, and found that he was already at an altitude of 4,000 feet.

At this time, he was only more than 1,200 meters away from the ground, and the British Army soldiers on the ground saw the crashing friendly Spitfire fighter.

The part behind the bull's-eye logo of the British Air Force on the fuselage was tattered and disfigured because of the penetration of the bullet and the tearing of the airflow.

Although the front of the fuselage is still intact, it is obviously impossible for the aircraft to continue flying.

"Parachuting! Jump out!" The ground soldiers, who had been staring at the friendly plane since the crash, anxiously offered advice for their comrades in the sky.

Although they knew that it was impossible for the other party to hear their shouts, they kept shouting, hoping that the other party could leave the plane that was about to fall apart and open their parachute.

After all, they are fighting on their own territory, so as long as the fighter pilots who parachute out, they will be treated and rescued very quickly.

Even if the pilot has been injured, there will be the best medical environment to ensure that they can recover as quickly as possible.

They are one of the most precious treasures of Britain. Only their existence can prevent the German army from actually landing in the United Kingdom.

"God! Why didn't he open the hatch and jump out!" A female soldier held her military cap and muttered nervously.

In his cockpit, the seriously injured British pilot raised his arm. Now he has no strength to push open the glass hatch of the cockpit. This futile attempt is only his last attempt to survive.

Found himself unable to get out of his seat at all, let alone lift the canopy and jump out of the plane to pull the parachute. He gave up the struggle and fell back to his place.

The altimeter has only 1000, and this number is still decreasing. Like a counter on a time bomb, this number also represents the countdown to death.

Also when it comes down to 0, it represents the same life leaving the world. The British pilot closed his eyes and took his hand off the plane's joystick.

The familiar feeling in the palm disappeared. This might be the last time he released the control stick of his plane.

In the past, after he released the joystick, the ground crew would help him lift off his hatch and send him the most sincere greetings. Later, there would be laughter and laughter from fine wines and bar beauties... This time, it probably won't be. There will be good things like this.

The altimeter has shown 0, but he can no longer see. Because he died of blood loss before the plane hit the ground.

The Spitfire crashed into a vacant lot on the outskirts of London and fell into pieces.

The huge wing was broken on the ground, and on the bullseye emblem of the British Air Force, there were mottled bullet holes and scratches when it hit the ground.

Fortunately, the plane did not explode, so the surrounding British soldiers rushed towards the crashed plane with stretchers and other things.

In the same way, at the risk of their lives, they want to rescue the possible surviving British pilots as soon as possible and send them to a nearby hospital.

But they were destined to be disappointed this time, because in the wreckage of the plane, the pilot's body had begun to become cold, and his face hit the instrument panel, turning **** and ugly.

The battle was quickly decided in the sky. Because of the desperate interception of the British fighter jets, the German bombers from afar dropped their bombs and began to return. Obviously, they came and went in a hurry than before.

And because of the tight fuel supply, the German fighter jets did not want to fight and left, and the whole battle only lasted for a short 15 minutes.

They didn't hunt down the British fighter jets rushing out of the airspace, which allowed the RAF to pick up the slack, leaving a trace of blood.

However, for Dowding and all the other British Air Force commanders, the 15 minutes of this short stop was definitely a painful 15 minutes.

They shot down 12 German bombers and 31 German fighters; the price paid for this was a full 50 Hurricanes and Spitfires!

Of the 260 Hurricanes and Spitfires belonging to the 13th Aviation Group~www.readwn.com~ In addition to the previously lost aircraft, this time almost a quarter was lost at once.

Such losses have almost made the 13th Aviation Group lose its ability to continue fighting, not to mention the losses are not the only ones.

Another 10 fighter jets were injured. Although the pilots were not seriously injured, these fighter jets could no longer be used.

On this day, the British Air Force lost 33 pilots. Although it was slightly less than the German loss, it was a pain that the British Air Force could not bear.

"God! Have you abandoned Britain already?" General Dawding stood on the lawn and sighed in pain as he watched one fighter jet return home.

The 11th Aviation Group has not yet regained its combat effectiveness, and the 13th Aviation Group has also suffered heavy losses. This is the first day after the Air Force re-entered the war. What will happen in the days that follow?

"The 13th Aviation Group still has 140 operational aircraft left. If the Germans attack again in the afternoon, shall we take off to meet them?" An officer walked behind Dooding with a notebook and asked.

He has gone through the process of General Dawding's accumulation of air force, and knows how much hardship General Dawding has paid to restore the 13th Air Force Group to the strength of 200 fighter jets.

Now, all these efforts have been in vain. The 13th Aviation Group fell back to the way it was a few days ago, and the next battle will be even more difficult. I wonder if Daoding can hold on.

"Fight! This is a battle of our destiny. If we are destined to pay the price, we should also bravely accept our own destiny!" Daoding clenched his fists and said firmly.