My Third Empire

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If you choose a color to describe the hard German spirit, many people will choose black without thinking, because the black iron cross and the black SS military uniform will make people remember the cold Germany in a flash.

Iron is black, so Germany uses the iron cross as a totem of its faith and as a sustenance of its own spirit. The black that seemed to inhale all the light was fascinating and solemn.

Hardman's nose is painted black, in sharp contrast with the gray camouflage on the fuselage, his entire nose is black. The end of the black propeller is embellished with yellow, and the black edge of the nose is outlined into the shape of a tulip, which is his personal favorite pattern.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the Soviet pilot, the German aircraft with the black nose was just like death. He easily shot down his opponent's aircraft and rammed into the encirclement circle and low altitude. In the eyes.

Now he has shot down seven planes, it is simply the God of Air. You know, these p-40 fighters are the elite of the Soviet pilots. They are now rounded and flattened by their opponents like dough, and they are arbitrarily devastated.

Mud Bodhisattva still has three points of anger, not to mention a group of soldiers who are proud of being brave and hard all day long? These Soviet pilots also killed their red eyes, and felt that if they did not shoot down the German aircraft today, it would be an insult to their mission. Everyone came out to work hard for the motherland. If you fight so many lives alone, what else do you fight for?

Just when they pressed the cross notch on the sight again against the fuselage of the Ta-152 fighter plane driven by Hardman, they even had a desperate idea-this plane will not suddenly Change the trajectory of movement and disappear in their vision? How many times has this been? Can't this fighter fly a straight line and be shot down by them?

In fact, the Soviet pilots were not simply flying in a straight line, but their opponents were so powerful that they were unable to get rid of the black death. It is common for a pilot of a plane to have the flying skills to suppress his opponent, but if this pilot is piloted by another fighter that suppresses his opponent, is it even more desperate?

This German black fighter once again swinged its wings and changed its flight status. It circled and rose like a goshawk, performing a flight show that was unpredictable. However, it is not in vain and useless work, but through a series of complex maneuvers, it has thrown away the opponent's entanglement, opened the distance between the two sides, and there is a high gap.

Anyone who has fought with a German pilot knows that once the other party has opened the distance and retrieved the height, the advantages of both sides will return to the German side. At the same time, the height increase and the distance will also indicate that the German fighter Another round of attacks is about to begin.

The four Soviet fighters immediately opened a short distance, and then continued to circle, waiting for the invasion of the German aircraft. They decided to win and lose the next time they passed by, and shot down this abominable opponent who had been playing with them for almost half an hour.

In the narrow cockpit of the aircraft, Hardman gently stroked the joystick with his hand, using his fingertips to feel the feel of the handle. He did not hesitate, because although he looked a little crazy at this moment, he was calm in his heart. Now what he has to do is very simple, only to shoot down those opponents.

He found opportunities in the cloud. In fact, the formation of the Soviet fighters remained very good, but now in this state, Hardman's eyes are full of opportunities. Those seemingly airtight Soviet fighter formations are now full of holes like a sieve. He smiled slightly and drove the fighter to start the ta-152 fighter's best speed dive.

The piston inside the engine was pushed by the deflagration fuel, and began to twitch more violently, just like a miniature cannon side by side, burning and roaring under the head of the engine compartment. They work together to make the engine run, driving the propeller of the nose to rotate, tearing the surrounding air.

This is the fastest piston fighter, this is the strongest fighter in the world, and the most threatening weapon in the entire German Air Force. The target is approaching quickly. Hardman has seen his opponent's dark barrel, but he is not eager to fire and attack, because he has his own ideas.

Traditionally, the German Air Force's favorite offensive strategy is to use the advantage of weapon caliber in the distance to intimidate the opponent first, and then wait for the opponent to mess up before approaching the attack. This set of theories has been proved to be an effective tactic by actual combat, and it has brought countless achievements and honors to German fighter pilots.

However, Hardman felt that he did not need to do this, because he was confident that he could use his superior flying skills to capture opportunities, and there was no need to waste limited ammunition. He found that he prefers to directly approach the attack, using short shots to achieve the most efficient attack.

So he charged again, and directed a warrior, like a knight on an ancient battlefield, violently rushing to his opponent, stabting his deadliest spear at the closest time, cutting the enemy on the horse under the horse, using The life of the enemy is to achieve his own immortal glory.

In the terrified eyes of the Soviet Air Force pilot, his plane was like a tiger rushing to his prey, like a black dragon soaring down in the sky. At this moment this German aircraft was like the black one on the German national emblem. Like an eagle, with a rebellious momentum, bird's eye view of all living beings.

After a dive, another Soviet fighter disintegrated and exploded in the air, and another pilot died without a chance to jump out of the cabin and open his parachute. Another miracle was born here.

Hardman flew the plane, circled the head and aimed at the Soviet aircraft. At this moment, the Soviet pilots had lost their fighting spirit, lost their momentum, and even the courage to confront Hardman in the face had disappeared. . They deliberately avoided the nose of the German plane opposite, and it seemed that it was a terrible thing to be aimed at the nose of the other party.

As Hardman approached, the other party finally collapsed in despair. A Soviet aircraft left the formation and began to fly away. Hardman did not know where the Soviet aircraft wanted to fly, he just slightly. Adjusted and pointed the nose at another Soviet aircraft.

He continued to approach, and felt the subtle pleasure brought by the slight vibration of the fuselage, and there was no F1 car at this time, nor was there any men's sports popular, but there were more exciting things for men to vent themselves. The wildness and brutality in my heart. This is not a competition or a simple competition. Everyone bets on their lives to fight here, and the people who survive are the most powerful men-there is no doubt!

The cannon roared again, overwhelming the roar of the engine, and Hardman fired an emergency pull-up action at the same time, avoiding the flames of the Soviet fighter explosion, and the violent explosion caused some parts to even hit Hard. Man ’s fuselage, he could feel the most subtle discordant sounds on the fuselage of his plane, as if the plane were part of his body.

This is the ninth fighter he shot down today. In the fierce air battle of less than 40 minutes, he shot down his opponent's 9 planes and almost changed his record from zero to double digits. The captain at high altitude couldn't believe his eyes. He even thought he might be dreaming.

He reached out and pinched his thigh, only then did he realize that he was not in a dream, and that the plane that was chasing and killing the last Soviet fighter on the battlefield did exist, and that Hardman was indeed driving .

Just when the squadron leader confirmed that he was not in a dream, a more incredible thing suddenly appeared in front of him. The Soviet aircraft whose tail was bitten by Hardman was still in Hardman. When the fire was not locked, a move was made that made people cry and laugh.

The pilot of the Soviet fighter actually stretched out his cockpit hatch, and then jumped out of his plane. This frightened Soviet pilot even tried to get rid of Hardman's tail lock Not daring to do so, he directly chose the humiliating way of skydiving to leave this sky destined to be remembered by history.

"..." The squadron leader didn't know what to say at this time. This was the first time he saw a local pilot frightened and jumped to escape early. It was also the first time that he believed that someone could shoot down the opponent without a bullet. aircraft.

"Hadman called the captain! Red number 1, I'm black number 1, call!" Suddenly, a slightly naive voice came from the headset, and the squadron leader's confused thoughts finally cleared up: "Hear, I'm Red No. 1, Hardman ... you ... what's the matter ..."

"Is this plane shot down by me?" Hardman asked with some uneasiness. If someone heard his voice at this time, he would not think of the fighter that had just one enemy in the sky. At this time, Hardman's voice was like a child, a child who asked if others were satisfied with his work.

"Forget ..." The squadron leader replied with tears and laughs. He really wanted to go back to the ground and think about the incredible things that happened today. Just moments before Hardman's fighter plane hovered in his mind , So that his heart could not calm down at all.

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