Battle of the Third Reich

The throttle pushes the foot, with a rod, pedals the left rudder, the nose begins to rise, the angled barrel rolls half a circle, the push rod is down, and leveled. The Royal Air Force Lieutenant Leiden made a dazzling half-roll side-slide in one second. A huge moment of force tried to throw him to the right side of the cabin, but the safety belt tightly tied him to the aluminum flight seat. The parachute was under the waist and legs, and the body fell down slightly. The lieutenant slammed his legs, his neck was tight, and his hands firmly grasped the ring handle of the Spitfire fighter.

After the plane was leveled, Leiden began to twist his head and looked up and back. The fire-breathing had dropped 200 meters in the moment just now. With his experience in air combat, the German plane had no time to react to this set of actions.

"No?" The German aircraft did not appear at Leiden's expected location.

"On the right?" Leiden quickly turned to look at the other side. Five hundred meters away, a flame was spinning and the body climbed up, followed closely by two. . . . No, three bf109. In a glance, Leiden could clearly see the white smoke drawn by the tracer of the German cannon in the air.

"Damn it!" Faced with the comrades in desperation, Leiden was completely helpless. He is still fighting for his survival, and he is unable to help his comrades at all. Things are changing so fast that Leiden feels like a dream, a nightmare that can never wake up.

The Royal Air Force has been driven crazy by the almost endless wave offensive of the German Air Force. The German planes seemed to be endless. Each time they were able to put together a huge fleet that was so cold that the back of the fighter command came, and then hit the southern defense zone of the 11th Air Force from several directions at the same time.

What is even more depressing is that two thirds of them are pretending to be attacked. The Royal Air Force frequently takes off and intercepts, but the results are often in vain. Pilots are on standby for more than fifteen hours a day and take off eight to ten sorties a day. Spitfire fighters have no hydraulic assistance and can only rely on pilots to manually control the wings. Each take-off and landing will consume a lot of physical strength, and the long standby time also consumes the remaining energy of the pilot, especially when the bf110 of the German Air Force began to continuously enter the low-altitude harassment attack on the British airport. It is even worse for the British Air Force.

The fatigue of the first-line pilots has reached a dangerous situation, and this situation has begun to spread to the backup pilots. Everywhere in the airport you can see the ground and sleep like a dead pilot and ground crew. When the siren sounded, the officers could only force their sleepy eyes and kick them to wake these tired and poor guys, and then put them on a parachute and put them on the plane.

Similarly, the aircraft's servicing condition has also deteriorated sharply, and mechanical fatigue and metal wear have caused hundreds of accidents. The aircraft losses and casualties caused by mechanical failures and human-induced accidents even exceeded the German results.

When these problems are added together and encounter the remaining third of the German Air Force's real attacks,

All this ultimately constitutes a nightmare that the Royal Air Force cannot escape.

The number of German **** fighter jets far exceeded the need for normal escort. The original group of wave-shaped block defense tactics in the Royal Air Force’s defense plan became a group of wave-shaped fueling tactics. The British fighters that took off on the squadron scale were always far from the number. Beyond their German fighters onlookers.

When the British Air Force fighters reached the interception airspace, but only Messerschmitt of the brigade was left in front of them, German bombers often turned suddenly to escape a few minutes before contacting the British fighters, or directly turned back, or turned to attack the ground on the coast. aims.

And when the exhausted British Air Force Squadron was disabled by energetic German pilots, the Luftwaffe's second wave of bombers followed with clock-like precision. The base airport, which had basically lost its resistance, was blown into rubble, and then another batch of German fighters took over, attacking the British flight squadron who came to support it.

With each such attack, the Royal Air Force suffered heavy casualties. Although the Germans also lost part of their fighter jets, it was not at all proportional to the loss of the Royal Air Force.

Facts have proved that the Luftwaffe is relying on its huge quantitative advantage to attack in multiple ways. It consumes the Royal Air Force's military strength, and drags down the British pilots' physical strength and energy, and then seeks opportunities to quickly assault. The scattered interception squadrons and squadrons were destroyed separately, and the bombers followed up to destroy the airport and ground command post, cleared an airspace within a certain time, and then randomly attacked the ground targets they wanted to strike.

Every time the Germans can concentrate their superior forces to face the British Royal Air Force, the use of fueling tactics is obviously a murder of British pilots. Some British fighter forces have begun to show negative avoidance of war and misrepresentation of air conditions. The loss of aircrew has exceeded the speed of replenishment. The strong morale is quickly disappearing in the troops.

In the end, Dowding was desperate because of this bad situation. Rather than being shattered, it was better to die happily, and the Royal Air Force began to look for opportunities to focus on the superior forces to fight the German Air Force.

This time it was the opportunity that the fighter command considered. When the radar network reported that this huge German fleet consisted of a large number of bombers, and the **** fighters had only one brigade, and did not pretend, and the air defense observation post on the coastline reported visual observation of the large German fleet, which was crossing the coast and advancing inland. Time. The command system of the entire British fighter headquarters was turbulent. It seems that the victories over the past few days have made the Germans dizzy. God bless the British Empire. The arrogant Germans finally showed their flaws.

This is a good opportunity to reinvigorate the prestige of the Royal Air Force and to reinvigorate British morale. The British Fighter Command immediately ordered that all base squadrons of the 11th and 12th Air Forces within effective voyages immediately take off immediately, and then merged and formed in the air to gather for a decisive battle with the German army. And I particularly advised that the primary target was the German bombers, as long as part of it, even one third, was enough to restore the low morale of the Air Force at this stage, and it also left an unforgettable lesson for the German Air Force. Let them know that the Royal Air Force cannot be overwhelmed by the mean enemy.

As a result, the Eleventh Air Force and the Twelfth Air Force pieced together and called out ten Spitfire Squadrons at the bottom of the tank, and two Hurricane Squadrons, although they were seriously missing. The total number finally reached 82, which is enough to break through the defense line of the German **** aircraft according to theory. These fighters are all the elite that can be put together in the southern air defense zone for a time. All pilots are veterans. If they are prepared early, they can actually mobilize more. Now other troops are either too far away or are patrolling the north, and they cannot catch up in time. To the intercept point.

When the British fleet reached the interception point, the German aircraft arrived as expected. As the captain of the squad, Leiden was in the front of the formation. The British fleet quickly climbed to a dominant height in the cry of the commander-in-chief "tallyho" in the air. Then, according to the established attack tactics, the assault was launched. Lieutenant Ayton followed the squadron's command squadron and took his three-unit squadron towards the German fleet.

"God! This is a trap! They are all 109!"

"Delphinium Squadron, slow down, slow down immediately! Turn, regroup!"

"Huiyan Squadron, accelerate with me, rush up, and hedge against them!"

When the two parties reached a distance where they could see each other's models, the radio communication was instantly filled with various screams.

When I realized that I was facing several times the German fighter. Idiots know that this is a sinister trap, and they have become a prey that fell into the trap. In shock, the various squadrons completely lost their unified command, and all issued orders according to their own judgment. The entire fleet was torn apart at once, and the fire and hurricanes were squadrons or even single planes. The hula larus broke up and formed a mess in the air.

Next. Forty bf109s forming a strict formation rushed into the British fleet. During the first wave of attack, more than a dozen hurricanes instantly turned into fire. With the addition of the German army's subsequent large aircraft group. The positive airspace is shrouded in smoke and bullet chains. There are fighters flying up and down everywhere. The blue-gray camouflage bf109 and the green-brown camouflage flamethrower are strangled into a ball. Every second there is a plane shot, every minute there is a plane dragging smoke and falling, or directly Burst into a ball of fire.

Leiden’s squad was broken up in the first hedge, and since then he has never seen his two wingmen again. After avoiding three waves of direct assaults by the German military fleet, he turned his head to look for himself Colleagues of the squadron are organized into groups, which can increase the survivability of some battlefields.

But then he was desperate. The Royal Air Force had completely lost its formation. All the aircraft were fighting on their own. Occasionally there will be two fire-breathing formations forming a two-machine formation, but a dozen bf109 will be attached immediately behind the buttocks.

British fighters are struggling to resist. At this time, it has become a luxury to want to leave the battlefield. The number of enemy troops is far more than one's own. Putting the **** to the enemy is equivalent to inviting the hunting team cruising around the enemy to tear itself into pieces.

After turning around and rushing back to the melee area, Leiden made every effort to avoid being involved in the melee. These German aircraft have limited voyages. Crossing the straits has already spent too much time for German aircraft to stay in the air. As long as it lasts, support for ten minutes, maybe ten. In five minutes, the Germans will surely leave the battlefield and return to their own ships. If they are lucky, they may even follow up and find a chance to bite the German defender plane.

But the question is, has he been able to last that long, Ayton feels a little bit bottomless.

After getting rid of two bf109 raids, finally two powerful guys approached him, and he was bitten by death. Experienced Ayton continuously used several tricks to try to get rid of, but at present it seems that the situation is not optimistic.

"Are you behind?" Leiden looked up at the rectangular rearview mirror set up on the cockpit windshield support, then stepped on the rudder to steer, running straight in the scuffle to find death.

At this time, a dull knocking sound sounded in the ear, just like a person hitting the cookie bucket continuously with an ice chisel, and then there were two crisp metal hitting sounds, Leiden could feel through the thick life jacket When the backrest of the seat was hit by shock, the cockpit cover above the head was shattered in the next second, and pieces of plexiglass flying at high speed hit Leiden's flying cap and shoulder.

"Shooted! Damn it!" Leiden reacted instantly. He yanked the joystick back to the right and stepped on the left rudder. The aircraft first raised the nose to the upper left, and then turned over with the belly facing up. After maintaining the altitude for half a second, as soon as the head was pressed, the plane entered the dive.

The whole action was completed almost instantaneously. This is the experience that Leiden obtained after dozens of encounters with the German Air Force on the French battlefield. It is the free hand that enables him to survive from countless terrifying air fires to the present. This trick he has already Very skilled in practice.

The cold wind blew into the cabin from the hole in the hatch. Leiden quickly buckled up the oxygen mask hanging on the ear of the flight cap, then rolled the fuselage left and right, turned his head and looked towards the rear.

"Oh! Shit!" A blue-gray machine shadow followed him steadily, and then he saw the second one.

"Come and try this trick." Leiden stabilized the body, suddenly rolled ninety degrees, and then strenuously held the pole, spitting fiercely away from the dive axis, and pulled up to the side to climb.

The 1030-horsepower Rolls-Royce Merlin engine roared wildly, Leiden was pressed against the seat by gravity, and he could even hear the ** issued by the metal beams of the fuselage.

"Oh, awful! Don't do it." Leiden realized that his field of vision was getting narrower and narrower, and the light around him began to dim. After a second, he fell into black vision.

When the aircraft suddenly undergoes a large overload maneuver, due to the effect of centrifugal force, the body's blood will move in the direction of gravity. If it is a positive g maneuver, it will flow to the leg. The brain will temporarily lose vision due to transient ischemia. Will lose consciousness. On the contrary, when a large overload maneuver with negative g-force is applied, the blood vessels of the eye will swell and rupture due to the instantaneous blood filling, and the pilot will fall into red vision, which is worse than black vision. There are serious sequelae, more deadly than black vision. Of course, for a flamethrower using a float carburetor, this danger does not exist, because under normal circumstances, the flamethrower will have to enter the Red Vision in the future, and the Merlin engine has already been cut off.

This time Leiden actually made a low-level mistake. When he was doing a large g-force maneuver, he should step on the upper pedal of the fire-breathing, but because of too much tension, or perhaps because of too much fatigue, he caused confusion in his thinking, he Forgot this. There are two upper and lower rudder pedals of the Spitfire. When maneuvering with a large g force, the pilot steps on the higher-level pedals, so that the legs can be raised, which can effectively delay the time of entering black vision.

"Ah!" Leiden swayed the joystick hard to swing the fuselage, intending to cause difficulty for the enemy aircraft before returning to sight. But all his efforts were of no avail. The dark Lieutenant in front of him heard the continuous dull sound of the cannon, and then he felt that the fuselage was trembling violently. He even felt that the cannonball was fired into the fuselage and wing. Every burst, at the last moment, several hot streams of heat pierced his waist and back. Leiden finally failed to persevere until his eyesight was restored, and finally looked at the world.

The cockpit and one side of the wing spitting spitfire continued to climb more than ten meters, and then the head tilted to the side, began to fall like a fallen leaf and fell down, the body was enveloped in an oil burning place In the black smoke.

"The second one!" Lieutenant Allen raised his fist and tapped on the leather protective cushion under the sight. Then he looked to the left, and the long machine Lieutenant Colonel Wolfgang nodded at him.

This is Alan’s fifth victory since he joined the army. From today, he can enter the ranks of the ace pilot.

"Thank you very much, sir." The young ace was very grateful for giving the opportunity to his team technical officer several times.

"This is a birthday gift for you, Virgo kid." Lieutenant Colonel Wolfgang gave thumbs up to Allen in the cockpit.

Allen smiled and returned a military salute to the technical officer. He turned his head to look at the war zone. Flocks of German fighters swept back and forth on the last few flames that were turning in a desperate circle. The clouds below the battlefield were erected densely. After the black and gray smoke columns, the sky seemed to be lit. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and faster!