My Third Empire

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Hunter is an veteran pilot with rich combat experience. He once shot down a German newest fw-190d fighter in an old fighter in Belgium. Then he was transferred back to the country for this battle and became the pilot of the fighter me-109c improved fighter. Later, this unit was transferred to France because of the difficulty of the battle, and Hunter also achieved his second and third record.

He shot down two fw-190d fighters, and shot down a Stuka dive bomber. This is already a rare exception in the Royal Air Force, which already has a shortage of pilots, so Hunter was once again promoted and transferred back to the country for the second time to become a Royal Air Force major instructor.

Then Germany began bombing the United Kingdom. Hunter attacked again. In a few days of air combat, he achieved an excellent record of shooting down two do-217 bombers. In one fell swoop, he became one of the Royal Air Force's leading fighter pilots. Subsequently, his flying car was changed from me-109c to a domestically produced fighter hurricane produced in the UK.

As a rare ace pilot in British air defense operations, his hurricane fighter has even undergone some modifications, replacing the 7. 7 mm caliber machine gun, which was originally useless for bombers, with a dreaded 20 mm caliber machine gun. However, this also reduced the maneuverability of his hurricane fighter and became less flexible than other hurricane fighters.

This time he came with his wingman to call for battle, which was also the helpless action of the British side because of the lack of fighter pilots. However, Hunt did not take it seriously. He felt that the Luftwaffe pilots only rely on advanced aircraft to succeed, and the Royal Air Force, which has been replaced by a hurricane fighter, has filled the gap between the opponents and the two sides can completely fight.

However, he did not know that the original British aircraft production line was destroyed by German bombing, and the output of hurricane fighters could not keep up with the loss. Now the British mainland is only barely able to count as a hurricane fighter. 70, but every time the German attack aircraft group has up to hundreds of combat aircraft.

In France, the German Air Force has 1,500 fighter jets, and the number of do-217 and butcher bombers exceeds 700, while the British count only p-36 and fearless swordfish and other aircraft, only 1500 aircraft, the number of bombers because of several This attack on the German mainland has gone nowhere, but it is already negligible.

There is an irreparable gap in quantity and quality between the two sides. Pilots of this level of Hunter naturally do not know. What he knows is that this time the Royal Air Force has come out of the nest. There are 100 fighters waiting for him in the distance. Performance.

As long as he cut the flag, shoot down the German fighter. The British fighters in the back will swarm with courage and brave the German fleet that bombed London this time. To lose a part of the plane, it is also necessary to give German pilots a profound lesson.

However, all this is just a good wish, and now Hunt is being chased by a German fighter. He constantly changed his flight trajectory, using maneuvering to change his flight speed, hoping to get rid of the entanglement of the German fighter behind, but no matter how he changed his flight trajectory, the distance of the enemy aircraft behind was not pulled apart, or Is getting closer.

"Wingman! Wingman! Cover me! Cover me!" Hunt, at this moment, also ignored the so-called master style, called his own wingman to cover himself, but answered him with a poor silence, he did not yet I know, just a dozen seconds ago, his wingman accidentally flew into Heinz's shooting range and was hit by a burst of sieve.

Feeling full of sweat in his palm, Hunter had an urge to scold his mother. She continued to shake the joystick daringly, so that the hurricane fighter entered the movement of circling and descending. Then he adjusted the frequency and called his distant colleague. : "I am Hunt! I am Hunt! Don't wait any longer! Come and help! My wingman was shot down, I need help!"

Not only the British ace pilot Hunter was in a hurry at this moment, but the German ace pilot Heinz Barr who chased him later was also sweating and nervous. Such a fierce air chase cannot be accomplished by an ace pilot, just like a chess player and a bad chess basket playing chess, it is not a famous game-only two ace pilots can stage such a fierce air fight.

The opponent has attempted to bite back more than once, if not cautiously, he has been shot down at least twice now. Until recently, the other party ’s wingman might have been too nervous. After a large pull-up, he hit Heinz Barr ’s muzzle and was fragmented by a 30-mm caliber cannon ball. The German aircraft that now prevails still has no way to make achievements.

Now that the British hurricane fighter is trying to hover and descend, this is not the dominant flight attitude of the German fighter. Heinz has shot down a plane and the altitude is close to 4000 meters. Heinz Barr is cautious and thinks it is time to return Form your own fighters to avoid being attacked by the British.

However, he was keenly aware that the British hurricane fighter did not seem to continue to descend, but instead changed to a horizontal flight at an altitude of about 3500 meters, so he made up his mind and planned to take a risk.

Thinking of doing so, he pushed the joystick of the aircraft to make the aircraft enter the dive state again, while reminding his wingman on the radio: "You continue to climb the altitude, I will dive and attack for the last time. After returning to the flying height of 8000 meters, pay attention to the vigilance around you! "

The wingman heard his call and immediately answered: "Okay! I am climbing, please be careful!"

The confirmed Heinz Barr has started his dive attack, the fighter engine roared loudly, and once again entered the state of extremely fast operation, the fw-190d fighter also flew to a high speed of nearly 660 kilometers.

Obviously Hunt did not expect Heinz Barr to dare to attack at this height, because since the last ambush of a group of German fighters, it seems that Germany rarely flew the 4,000-meter limit. He glanced up and glanced a little, and saw a German fighter is climbing, more affirmed his thoughts.

Finally escaped. Hunt took a long breath and took off his oxygen mask and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hand. He shook the aircraft joystick twice, allowing his plane to fly in the direction of the large force. Looking up, he had seen a group of British fighters in the distance-finally safe.

"Hunt! Hunt! There is a German fighter behind you! Hurry away! Hurry ..." His teammate's voice shouted in a hurry. Hearing this reminder, he suddenly realized what he was doing, so he unconsciously pushed the aircraft's joystick to the side.

When he lowered his head to look at his hand and the joystick of the plane, he found a bullet just passing through his chest, hitting the dashboard in front of him, and a spark was splashing. The sound of shattered glass in the cockpit of the aircraft came, and the cold wind poured in like wild animals. The biting pain spread from the body to the brain, followed by blood-red liquid filling Hunter's field of vision.

Subconsciously, he wiped his face with his hand. The slimy liquid did not know whether it was sweat or blood. The power was dissipated from his body. His left hand, which was always pressed on the joystick, finally hung down helplessly. He turned his eyes closed and he could no longer feel anything.

Heinz Barr finally hit the opponent who had been whirling with him for more than ten minutes. Watching the plane plummeting with smoke, he quickly circumvented and circumvented, looking for himself The wingman's position came.

"Long machine! Long machine! Climb quickly, not far west, there are a large number of British fighters approaching! Pay attention to you! Pay attention to you!" The wingman reminded Heinz Barr loudly in his headphones.

As he raised his height, Barr, who had just shot down two enemy planes, raised his head and searched the nearby sky. He also saw the approaching British fighter plane: "Speed ​​up! Wingman! We return home! We return home!"

At this time, most British people still use arrow-shaped flying formations. This formation is to make the plane fly into a huge herringbone, just like the wild geese flying south. Although this kind of formation says that there is a prototype of a mainframe wingman covering each other in air combat, it is not as flexible as the fighter team of the German two-for-two formation. Although the British also tried to improve, the progress of the war was too fast, so that these details have not been changed.

When British aircraft flying in dense formations arrived, the two German fighters were already at an altitude of 8,000 meters that they could barely touch, and it was also difficult to pursue with high altitude and high speed. These British fighters watched their trump card fall and lost their entanglement, so they flew two laps and left the airspace in a different direction.

On a clearing in the suburbs of London, a fighter jet fell to the ground. The explosion rolled up thick smoke and dispersed into the sky. It seemed that the soul of this fighter jet was unwilling to fall and wanted to return to the gray sky. Several disheveled Englishmen surrounded the fighter plane, looking down at the dead body of the pilot who was thrown out of the cabin at the last minute.

The police arrived and carefully confirmed the pilot's body. Five large-caliber 13-mm bullets penetrated the British pilot's parachute and chest, and his blood was stained with red blood. The huge impact caused his legs and arms to be twisted into strange angles, just like the Royal Air Force nowadays-it looks terrible.

A policeman stepped forward silently, pulled out the pilot's identity badge from the neckline, and yanked it off. Looked at the **** handwriting: "Hunt".