My Third Empire

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The two planes landed at the frontline airport of the Germans one after the other. The ground crew rushed forward and began to maintain the aircraft to ensure that these golden equipment can maintain good working conditions. Rainbow Network, you all the way! Pilots can gallop in the sky, bomber pilots can throw bombs to the enemy, all rely on the hard work of these ground crews.

"Why did you block the communication just now?" The squadron commander, who had long been at the airport, frowned and looked at the pilot pilot who had just left the plane.

"I met an enemy plane, and I didn't expect a sudden situation, so I shut down the communication and called a fight." The pilot of the aircraft gave the goggles and the leather cap to the ground crew on the side, and replied with frustration.

With novice pilots engaged in combat with each other without authorization, and the communication device was turned off, it seems that a review cannot escape. Moreover, the entire air combat did not achieve any amazing results. He originally wanted to take down 10 enemy planes with one punishment, but the result was only two pitiful.

Thinking of this, he looked indignantly at Hardman who had just climbed off the plane, and almost went up to give this wingman pilot a kick: it's all you idiot, making it look like this!

Does it usually look honest? Why is it so restless in the sky? If he and other novice pilots honestly followed the cover behind the long plane, this time the Soviet aircraft may not be able to run away! That's a record of 8 planes. If the total number of enemy planes shot down is more than 50! The pilot of the long plane thought, crying and laughing.

At this time, the squadron leader also found that his love will be a bit wrong, so he also looked at Hardman who is taking off his hat and goggles: "So you want to get a vote by turning off the phone this time, because of this Novice failed? "

The squadron leader and the long-haul pilot partnered for a long time, and naturally knew what kind of temper he was under his hands. It's not a big deal to turn off the talker. It's not a big deal. Many ace pilots will find that the fighter plane's consequences will change the original combat plan. The captain of the entire wing, Garland, has done a similar thing-this is the legendary upper beam. The typical example of the misalignment.

The punishment will inevitably be punished, and the punishment will inevitably be punished, but everyone is still willing to do so tirelessly, the purpose is very simple, in fact, is to play an amazing record. Otherwise, how did those planes kill a dozen planes? According to the commander's command, how can there be so much and less fighting? Therefore, increasing the number of shootdowns is what the pilot tries to do, and it is the pursuit of the commander to shoot more and less.

"This Hardman opened my eyes. He rushed into the Soviet aircraft by himself. After flying around for a while, he almost hit the ground. He is not my wingman at all. "Fat." The pilot of the pilot said bitterly: "As a result, I only hit two planes. The rest of the time, he was nervous."

"Rushing into the middle of the Soviet aircraft? The result flew out intact again?" The squadron of course knew what was the consequence of rushing into the enemy fleet indiscriminately. After hearing the description of his men, he could not hear what he said. Asked the voice.

"Inverting somersaults and rolling, the flight is somewhat embarrassing, but the basic skills are still very solid," the long-range pilot said with reassurance: "But this guy has too little combat training and is not as good as a serious newcomer on the battlefield. Play. "

Most of the novice pilots who have been trained will be very skilled in their technical actions, and they can firmly follow the long aircraft and complete everything that a wingman should do. They may take a long time to become a long-term pilot alone. However, it can take a very short time to adapt to the wingman's cover combat mission. These pilots are familiar with combat, but take time to learn how to fly.

Obviously Hardman is not a newbie of this type, but a kind of "newbie" who can skillfully control the aircraft, but is not suitable for combat. The flight is not strange to him, it can even be said to be very familiar, but he is not Familiar with air combat, he can't immediately become the kind of cold-blooded killer who quickly locks the enemy plane and fires.

If you have learned to drive, you will know that if you ca n’t drive at all, operate the car steadily according to the instructions of the coach, you can often easily complete the test and get a driving license. On the contrary, if you have been in contact with a car and are willing to deal with the driving school test according to your own methods, you will probably fail. Of course, both types of people have their own advantages: the first type is easy to get a driver's license, but it is easy to become a road killer later; the second type of driving skills is better than the first type, but it is difficult to get on the road without a driving license.

"Hadman! Come with me!" The squadron leader glanced at his men and beckoned to the latter, "We go to the office and sit down and talk."

After speaking, the squadron leader looked at the depressed pilot pilot again: "You turned off the radio without permission, wrote me a check, and prepared to do a self-review at the next wing meeting ... In addition, take this flight report Write in detail, I will check the complete task process later. "

"Yes!" The long pilot was crying with all his heart. He just wanted to get the amazing record of ten enemy planes. As a result, he was so excited to forget that it was a regular meeting of the United pilots in a few days. Checking and checking in the squadron are completely different. The shame is thrown in front of Commander Garland. The price is only changed to the record of two enemy planes, which is too tragic.

"Aren't you playing big?" A comrade was gloating over and looked at his old acquaintance's deflated looks even better. He couldn't help but laughed. The pilot who was ordered to review was already suffocating, and the wingman pilot Hardman was called away by the squadron leader, so he began to chase his comrades in a rage.

The wind blew across the empty field airport with the sound of salsa. Like a huge palm, stroking a dozen new ta-152 fighter jets parked on the airport. The ground staff continued to be busy, doing all kinds of meticulous debugging for these beloved babies.

"Hadman, I heard that you made some exaggerated flying actions today, some of them are very dangerous?" After the squadron leader entered the room, he poured a cool cup of coffee for Hardman before sitting while talking to him. In his own chair.

"Sir, I'm very sorry for what happened today. I know that I have caused trouble, but please don't deprive me of the power to fly." Hardman naturally knew that the punishment for novice pilots was stricter.

For example, the same mistakes placed on the ace pilots who have stood the battlefield may just be a review or criticism, and at most a small or large punishment. At that time, the task can still be executed without any impact. However, if a novice pilot makes a mess while performing his mission, he may be permanently disqualified from boarding the aircraft and become a ground worker for a lifetime.

For someone like Hardman, not letting him fly is more unbearable than killing him. So he pleaded with the squadron leader in a pleading tone, his eyes full of uneasiness.

"When I was your age, Germany had no planes." The 34-year-old squadron looked at Hardman and said, "At that time, the French and the British just destroyed our 10,000 planes. My own eyes I saw those terrible wreckage. "

His eyes were filled with sorrow, and he seemed reluctant to mention the period that made him sad: "Germany's huge air force was forced to disband, and countless pilots who longed for the blue sky could only stand on the ground and watch their fighter jets destroyed. "

"Can you imagine what this means for a 15-year-old child? This child has always dreamed of flying, but was told by adults that his motherland will not have planes ..." The squadron leader stared at Hardman Asked.

"I think there is nothing worse than this." Hardman was not born at that time, and naturally he would not feel the humiliation of a German who had experienced World War I. But when he thought that there would be no more planes in Germany, he still felt terrified.

"So, I hope that every plane in my hand can fight for freedom in the German sky!" The squadron leader solemnly said to Hardman: "I don't care what method you use, since the head of state trusts you, then you Shoot me enemy planes-ten hundred, until there are no more enemies in the sky! "

"Yes! Long live the heads of state!" When referring to Akado, Hardman feels that the tall heads let him come to the front line, which is the best recognition of his flying skills. He has always complained that he does not have the best aircraft. Now the head of state has put the best aircraft in his hands. For a pilot, as long as he has the best aircraft, there is nothing to complain about.

"Go to the ground crew for 3 days! Sweep the ground every day and clean the runway! This is the punishment for your mess!" The squadron leader issued a ticket, but it was much lighter than expected: "Then return to the team , Be my wingman! "

Whether or not he was disqualified from flying, Hardman was already very happy. He quickly stood up to salute and replied in the loudest voice he could yell: "Yes! Captain! Long live the head of state Akaduo Rudolf!"

Seeing Hudman walking on the runway and wiping the plane with the ground crew, the squadron leader shook his head with a wry smile and sighed to himself: "The people who are sent by the head of state to the front line are really not It ’s easy to deal with ... It ’s too heavy. I ’m afraid of the boss ’s interference. It ’s too light.

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