Compared to the Albatross D or any other fighter that came after it, the Newburgh 11 was a clumsy product, with the wings made quite wide to increase lift, and the power of the engines was insufficient due to the limitations of engine development.

So, when such an aircraft enters such a large-angle dive of considerable intensity, there are often only two rather sad endings.

One is that the small fuselage structure is likely to disintegrate in the air under the influence of strong external forces during the dive, and the other is that it will enter a stall state, smashing into the ground like an egg falling from the sky.

Tang Yunyang was facing such a fatal thing, the oncoming cold wind made his breathing almost stagnant, and he had to turn his back often to inhale air smoothly.

"If he's not dead, it's time to pull it up!"

Richthofen, who was following Tang Yunyang, was anxious for him, at least he didn't want Tang Yunyang to die in the shrapnel of the ground anti-aircraft artillery, that kind of death was the most boring and lacking pilot spirit for a pilot.

"Pull it up! Pull it up! You damn bastard! ”

Richthofen stared at the falling Newburgh 11, and the screams contained good intentions, even ignoring the basic fact that he himself had now broken into the network of anti-aircraft fire.

Due to his sudden appearance, the command officer of the ground anti-aircraft artillery had not yet had time to give the order for a cease-fire, so Richhottfen replaced Tang Yunyang as the target aircraft of the anti-aircraft artillery below.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

The "Albatross D" vibrated and while Richthofen was worried about Tang Yunyang, a series of anti-aircraft shells burst under his fuselage. A violent wave of air slammed into Albatross D, causing it to roll several times in the air and fall downward.

"Ah, my God!"

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In the midst of the air flow, the belly of the "Albatross D" is upward. The seat belt that had held Richthofen firmly to the seat was also severed by shrapnel, causing the future air hero of the Royal German Flying Corps, Mr. "Red Baron", to fall out of the cabin of his plane and hang in mid-air against one of the remaining seat belts.

The body that fell out of the cabin, and the hands and feet that danced in the air, the situation was extremely dangerous, and it was a little funny. At this time, his anger caused him to curse the gunners of his own anti-aircraft guns.

In the air he waved his fists and shouted at the green earth beneath his feet.

"You bastard artillerymen, I'll be back, I swear I'll be back!"

Eventually, Richthofen scrambled back into his cockpit, holding on to one arm and trying not to fall. During the whole process, the unique bad temper of the Xili and Xiyan nobles made him keep shouting and scolding those 'artillery bastards' in the forest below, "who don't understand the rules of knights and can't shoot artillery!" ”

When he managed to stabilize his body, pull the joystick, flip over the fuselage and try to make a U-turn, the situation made him even angrier. His plane's rudder cord was broken, he couldn't turn around at all, and even the engine was hit and it was making a hoarse and abnormal "thud" sound.

As he tried to master the plane, the vicious threats and curses in his mouth were like a fountain that never ended. Even when all his efforts to master the control of the plane failed, he lost his mind, pulled out his revolver for self-defense, and fired a series of shots at the anti-aircraft gun positions in the forest below, and after emptying the bullets, he threw the revolver in a fit of rage.

"I swear, I'll kill you with my own hands, you bastard artillerymen, you broke my plane!"

Because of the accidental attack, the artillery fire on the ground stopped, and even the machine guns stopped pursuing the "Newburgh 11" that had entered their firing range, which also made Tang Yunyang, who was on the verge of despair, faintly reveal a glimmer of life.

He held the joystick tightly in both hands, trying to pull up the "Newburgh 11", which was about to stall and was now as cumbersome as a big stone, as Richthofen shouted.

In a hurry, what he shouted out of his mouth was completely his native language, the Xi'an version of Mandarin.

"Thief, your mother, fly to Lao Tzu...... Fly...... Get up! ”

"Woo~~!"

The impending stall made the engine of the "Newburgh 11" sound like a screaming woman, so sharp that it could almost pierce the eardrum.

At this time, in Tang Yunyang's eyes, there was no terrible artillery fire in the swirling green forest. But the smell of gunsmoke, which was so heavy that it could choke people to tears, and was carried into the air by the heat of the cannon's muzzle, was sending a dangerous and cold signal to Tang Yunyang.

"The ground is not far away, congratulations, it is estimated that you will be crushed to pieces!"

In despair, Tang Yunyang's eyes widened, staring at the land that was getting closer and closer and almost swirling into a kaleidoscope. As in the case of an online battle, he gritted his teeth, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch into a strange angle, as if it were a faint but eerie sneer.

Despair, the icy waters of the Arctic Ocean, it could freeze Tang Yunyang's head, but surprisingly it didn't freeze his hands and feet. At this time, he was still trying to reflexively continue to maneuver his plane.

This cannot but be said to be the advantage of cyber virtual air combat training, and in a relatively real virtual air battle, anything can happen. Therefore, any kind of danger, any kind of despair, can be fully appreciated.

In the process of Tang Yunyang growing into a "chivalrous bird", he was beaten down from the sky hundreds of times by those masters. The sight of the plane in a stall carrying him to the ground was nothing more than a common hors d'oeuvres for him.

As for the psychological state of "despair", when I first started flying, I experienced dozens of such psychological tortures every day, which is really an excellent exercise for my psychological quality. At this moment, the so-called "despair" in his psychology has long been difficult to affect the movements on his hands and feet that have been trained to the level of conditioned reflexes, so the movements of "Newburgh 11" from the stall state are still in progress.

"Uh......h Dodo...... Woo......! ”

"Newburgh 11" was successfully changed out of "stall" state in the moment before the final swoop to the earth, in the engine ** like "gasp", the fuselage brought a gust of wind over the treetops of the forest below, and the propeller caused the air flow to blow the leaves on those big trees around.

Finally, Tang Yunyang's plane was out of danger in the sweat after some hard work, and then the nose of the plane was slightly raised, and it rushed out of the airspace controlled by the "death trap" artillery fire from a low altitude at a fairly fast speed.