Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Oh? Is it possible that all the veterans of the British Air Force are dead and can only send out novices?"

They didn't know that their joke was half correct.

Of course it is impossible for all the veteran pilots of the British Air Force to die, but Dowding knew that this trip was basically a suicide operation with no return. How could he send experienced pilots to die? More than half of these pilots are even trainee pilots. Of course, they were no match for the experienced German pilots. With just one encounter, more than a dozen Hurricane fighter jets instantly turned into balls of fire.

At this time, in the British Air Force headquarters, Dowding was walking around anxiously. He originally planned to order the fighter jets to return when the losses reached a certain level. Even as a trainee pilot, he wanted to reduce losses as much as possible. Unexpectedly, they couldn't be contacted now. The technical department's guess was that the radio was interfered with, and communications could only be restored after the interference disappeared.

"Commander! Call commander!" Joseph put on the communicator again, hoping for a chance, and loudly called his air commander. He had had several brushes with death, and there was also a horrific bullet hole in the wing. Although it would not affect his flight operations, he didn't know how long his good luck would last. He could only hope that his commander could help him, even if it provided some cover.

Unfortunately, there was still an annoying and harsh noise in the headphones, and no one's response could be heard at all. Of course, no one else could hear his call.

Supporting the expeditionary force in Dunkirk has become a luxury, and whether they can escape unscathed has become a serious problem.

Want to escape? Pointing your butt towards the enemy is tantamount to seeking death. Even if you are lucky enough to be able to fly back, you may be arrested by the military police as soon as you get off the plane and shot on the spot for escaping in battle to serve as a warning to others.

The two fighter pilots hovering high in the sky continued to comment on the battle below.

No. 001 seemed tired of seeing this one-sided massacre, yawned and joked. "Tsk, if we go down there, we might scare the shit out of them."

No. 002 deeply agreed with his words. "Yes, I wonder what kind of aircraft we will have to fly after this kind of fighter jet enters mass service? I heard from engineers that this fighter jet is already the pinnacle of propeller aircraft."

"Have you heard of jet engines?" Just as the two of them were leisurely discussing the knowledge of jet engines, the air battle below had reached its final climax.

In the fierce pursuit and battle, one after another British fighter planes were harvested by the German BF-109F, turned into fireballs, staggered and fell into the sea.

The sky was filled with fighting, and the sea was full of wreckage.

When another batch of German reinforcements arrived, the ratio of remaining British fighters to German fighters reached 1:3. That is, a British fighter jet was chased by three or even four or five German fighter jets.

With no backup and even communications disrupted, the British pilots could only fight on their own and were completely in dire straits.

After getting rid of the raids of two enemy planes, Joseph was bitten by two enemy planes again. This time the other party didn't seem to be a rookie. Even though he used several tricks in succession to try to get rid of their entanglement, the other party still bit him tightly. The situation was not optimistic.

"Oh! Shet!!" Joseph didn't know how many times he had cursed. Seeing the trajectory of the opponent's tracer bullets getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth and yanked the control stick, causing the plane to suddenly roll ninety degrees. speed, and then held on tightly, the Spitfire violently left the dive axis, pulling up and climbing to one side.

The Rolls-Royce Merlin engine roared crazily, and Joseph was pressed firmly on the seat by gravity. He could even hear the painful moans from the metal beams of the fuselage.

But now he was in no mood to care about whether the plane would disintegrate. His field of vision was getting narrower and narrower, and the surrounding light began to dim. After a second, his eyes were completely dark, and he completely entered a black vision state! !

Many people must have had the experience of suddenly standing up after squatting for a long time and then their vision went dark. In most cases, this is a normal phenomenon. The main reason is that after a person squats for a long time, the body's blood circulation system has "adapted" to the "condition" of squatting. When you stand up suddenly, due to the "gravity" of the liquid (blood), the heart cannot "adapt" immediately and "pump" the blood to the brain, thus causing brain ischemia in a short period of time. , which is called "transient cerebral ischemia" and causes dizziness.

Similarly, when an aircraft suddenly performs a large overload maneuver, due to centrifugal force, the human body's blood will move in the direction of gravity. If it is a positive G maneuver, it will flow to the legs. The brain will temporarily lose vision due to instant ischemia, which can seriously Some may even lose consciousness. On the contrary, when performing a large overload maneuver with negative G force, the blood vessels in the eyeball will expand and rupture due to the instantaneous filling of blood into the brain. The pilot will fall into red vision, which is worse than black vision. Once trapped, he will basically lose his driving ability, and it will also cause red vision. It has serious sequelae, more deadly than black vision. Of course, for Spitfire aircraft using float-type carburetors, this danger does not exist, because under normal circumstances, the Merlin engine has already cut off fuel and stalled before the Spitfire has time to enter red vision.

This time Joseph made a fatal mistake at the critical moment of life and death. When he was doing high G-force maneuvers, he should be stepping on the fire-breathing superior pedals, but due to excessive fatigue, or perhaps because of the fear of death, his thinking was confused, and he forgot this. The Spitfire has two upper and lower rudder pedals. When maneuvering with high G force, the pilot steps on the higher-level pedal so that the legs can be raised, which can effectively delay the time of entering blackout.

With his eyesight gone, Joseph's hearing became extremely sensitive, and he even heard the sound of enemy bullets streaking through the air. The sound was getting closer and closer, making him more and more panicked.

"Ah!" Joseph was trying hard to shake the joystick and sway the fuselage, trying to make it difficult for the enemy plane to aim before recovering his vision. But all his efforts were in vain. With a crackling sound of metal colliding, at least a dozen bullets hit the fuselage of the aircraft and hit the steel plate behind the fighter seat. These steel plates can play a certain bulletproof role; but they cannot prevent short-range large-caliber bullets.

Joseph, whose body was pierced by several 7mm machine gun bullets, collapsed weakly. The Spitfire, whose cockpit and one wing were torn into pieces of aluminum, continued to climb for more than ten meters, then tilted its head to one side and began to look like It spun and fell like a fallen leaf, and the machine body was enveloped in a black smoke produced by burning engine oil.

However, he was just a microcosm of the entire battlefield. As more British fighter planes were shot down, the British fighter group finally couldn't help but break up and dispersed.