Soaring in the sky at five or six hundred meters, the camera on Lieutenant Yakov's plane realistically recorded the actual situation on the battlefield.

The Soviet tanks rushed to the German positions like wolves, and after hitting the iron shield formed by the E-40 tank and the No. 4 tank destroyer, they instantly turned into a pack of dogs and fled.

The corpses of the KV-1 and T-34 were strewn across the battlefield, and black plumes of smoke rose from the flaming wreckage of the tank.

Between the wreckage and the wreckage, the corpses of different deaths are dotted among them.

On the north side of the morgue, dozens of BT-5s fled like dogs with off-road speeds of up to 63 kilometers.

Lacking radio communication and without the restraint of the officers, the pilots of the BT-5 panicked and fled in the direction where there were no enemy tanks.

The defeat of the tank unit caused the collapse of the infantry, and the BT-5 could easily escape the pursuit of the German tanks with its speed, and the infantry following behind could not outrun the tank's tracks with only two legs.

The infantry who were standing further behind were fortunate to flee back to the infantry positions behind before the German tanks arrived.

The infantry standing in front of them fell to the ground in pieces by bullets chasing from behind, and wailed and turned into corpses and fell to the ground.

The Soviet infantry, who had been lucky enough to escape the bullets, saw that the situation was not good, so they had to crawl in the grass and bushes, or cowered in low-lying areas to avoid the German fire.

The 501st Heavy Armored Battalion and the 201st Armored Regiment regrouped after the reunion, and the E-40 tanks acted as the pioneer with their solid armor, guiding the two battalions of No. 4G tanks to attack the Soviet formation, behind them, the infantry of the two battalions followed closely in SD.KFZ251 armored vehicles, and above the heads of the infantrymen, four FI-282 helicopters hung in the air, acting as the eyes of the artillery regiment.

Lieutenant Yakov and Ilyich roamed over the battlefield, taking pictures of the battlefield to their heart's content.

The first thing they noticed was the tall, powerful tank with its powerful lines, and although they didn't know its name, it didn't matter. Let's take a picture first.

There is also the kind of aircraft with a big belly, a thin tail, and wings on its head, and it doesn't matter if you don't know the name, and it doesn't matter if you don't know the function. Let's take a picture first.

OVERHEAD OF HIS OWN YAK-4 RECONNAISSANCE AIRCRAFT RUSHED DOWN A MALICIOUS FIGHTER, NOT RECOGNIZING ITS MODEL, ONLY KNOWING THAT HIS FUSELAGE WAS PAINTED WITH A BLACK IRON CROSS, AND THE 20-MM CANNON IN THE NOSE AND TWO MACHINE GUNS ON THE WING WERE FIRING AT THEMSELVES.

It doesn't matter if you don't know its model, it's okay if you don't know the driver's name. Let's save my life first.

"Alyosha, that scoundrel has caught up, kill him." Lieutenant Yakov shouted and swayed the plane from side to side, desperately dodging the bullets from behind.

Ilyich saw rows of tracer bullets dragging a bright trail, whizzing to the left and right of his cockpit, and he didn't care about admiring the view, he quickly lifted the hatch cover, and then ajar the front hatch.

As a navigator, Ilyich did not intend to do anything heroic, but simply because its cockpit was set in the middle of the fuselage. And for drag mitigation reasons, his seat is set quite low.

This allowed the defensive machine gun he operated to start firing only if the rear hatch was discarded and the front hatch ajar was ajar.

Picking up the 7.62mm ShKAS machine gun, Ilyich put the enemy plane behind him in the middle of the aiming ring, tightened the trigger, and fired the bullet with a thud.

Ilyich aimed very accurately, but because of the shaking caused by Lieutenant Yakov's drunken pilot, all the bullets missed, and he didn't know where to fly, so he could only strafe indiscriminately.

The German fighter in the back missed. Quickly increase the altitude, and then dive again to shoot, using the same sine wave tactics against low-altitude enemy aircraft.

A few minutes later, Yakov and Ilyich heard a muffled thud from the left wing of the plane. It was like a fist slamming the door.

Turning his head to look, Ilyich saw an extra row of bullet holes on the left wing of the plane.

Fortunately, it was a machine gun bullet, not a machine gun shell, otherwise this wing would definitely be broken, and he would have been thrown out of the cabin and become a trapeze. Not even a chance to skydive.

Yakov also saw scars on the left wing of the plane.

Fortunately, the engine on the left flank was not hit, otherwise the engine on the right flank would have evaded the pursuit of enemy planes, and there was no hope of survival even one percent.

We can't be so passive anymore, we must take the initiative.

Holding the joystick in his right hand and picking up the silver flask in his left hand, Yakov pulled the stopper from the flask with his teeth, poured the remaining half pot of vodka into his mouth, enjoying the pleasure of the vodka sliding through his esophagus and burning his stomach.

Today may well be the last time you will enjoy delicious vodka, and you must not waste your hard-earned vodka, which is a sin that even God cannot forgive.

Throwing down the flask, Yakov flew up to the airspace where the air battle was most intense.

Although there were many German and Romanian planes there, there were also many friendly fighters, and as long as one fighter sensed his danger and took the initiative to intercept the German fighter behind him, he could escape with Ilyich.

LEADING THE FIGHTER BEHIND HIM, LIEUTENANT YAKOV'S YAK-4 PLUNGED HEADLONG INTO THE BATTLEFIELD.

Not long after entering the battlefield, Yakov heard Ilyich shout: "That guy turned around, he went after someone else." ”

I was so wise that it worked, and Yakov couldn't help but feel a little complacent when he saw that his judgment was in effect.

The smile on Yakov's lips hadn't disappeared yet, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a row of things shining outside the cabin on the right.

Turning his head, he saw a row of bullets with a bright trail, no, the diameter of his own thumb, which should be about 20 mm shells.

A platoon of shells is "flying in unison" with his own planes, which means something, and it shows that he is being targeted by those hateful enemies again.

"Alyosha, Alyosha" Yakov shouted.

There was no reply, and Yakov looked back and saw his good comrade-in-arms, Alyosha. Ilyich leaned his head to the right in the cabin, the left half of his head was beaten to shreds, blood and brains running down his neck, stained red and white in his military uniform.

Yakov stiffened his head and stared at the dashboard in the cabin in front of him.

A good brother who sleeps on his top bunk, and a good drinking friend Alyosha who can share a flask with himself. Ilyich died so silently that he didn't even say hello to himself.

Bloodshot instantly filled Yakov's eyes.

Son of a bitch German. You must pay with blood.

Yakov glared and scanned the surroundings, and soon spotted two fighters flying in front of him to the left.

It was the Soviet fighters who fled for their lives, and the German fighters who were chasing them behind.

Ignoring the German fighters chasing behind him, Yakov silently observed the trajectory of the two fighters. Constantly adjust the course of your plane.

When the opportunity came, the chased Soviet fighters flew in front of them from the right rear to the left front, and the German fighters were in hot pursuit.

Locking onto the German fighter, Yakov jerked the plane up to maximum speed before pulling the trigger. He used the only 7.62mm machine gun in the nose to vent his anger on the German fighters.

Behind the rain of bullets, Yakov and his five-ton YAK-4 merged into one and turned into an incomparably large shell, which shot at the enemy plane with a gust of wind at a speed of more than 530 kilometers per hour.

Kill him and avenge Alyosha!

Yakov stared at the enemy plane in front of him and thought through gritted teeth.

800 meters, 500 meters, 100 meters YAK-4 slammed straight into the left flank of the ME-109 on the opposite side, seeing that an air collision accident was about to occur. Yakov suddenly saw the ME-109 fighter fuselage on the opposite side delicately make a 180-degree reversal action, with the belly up and the cabin roof down, and the two planes almost brushed their scalps against their scalps.

The moment he misturned, Yakov saw a childish-looking baby-faced pilot sitting in the cabin opposite. He looked like he wasn't even twenty years old, younger than himself.

Without bumping into the other party, the anger in Yakov's heart instantly doubled, his eyes swept the battlefield, and he instantly caught a German fighter jet.

THE YAK-4 AGAIN TURNED INTO A CANNONBALL FOR REVENGE. Ramming into enemy aircraft.

The twin-engine YAK-4 was designed as a reconnaissance-bombing multi-purpose aircraft, which could not be compared with fighters in terms of speed and agility, and was once again dodged by German fighters.

Ten minutes later, I saw the sky over the city of Buzeu. A YAK-4 reconnaissance plane went on a rampage, and wherever it passed, the German fighters retreated as if they had encountered a plague, not daring to engage him.

Seeing his comrades-in-arms so brave, the morale of the surrounding Soviet fighter pilots was greatly boosted, and the physical fatigue and mental exhaustion were swept away. Rejoined the war group in high spirits, and had the posture of killing all the German fighters.

Yakov's ramming tactics attracted great attention from the German pilots, and soon two fighters formed a two-plane formation to follow him.

"Erich, don't let that guy bite everywhere anymore, I'll cover you, you go and kill him."

Luftwaffe Lieutenant Levermann to his wingman pilot, rookie pilot Erich Brown, who participated in actual combat for the first time. Ensign Hartman said.

Erich. Hartmann was the first German pilot to be targeted by Yakov.

If I hadn't reacted quickly just now, I would have died with this guy by now.

He joined the Luftwaffe in 1940, and for two full years now, he finally underwent various tests and was approved by his superiors to participate in actual combat.

I didn't expect to meet such a crazy guy in my first actual battle, which is really unlucky.

Thinking of the scene of the brush with death just now, Hartman still has lingering palpitations.

"That guy is either scared crazy or drunk driving, looking at his methods, he must also be a novice, this opportunity is given to you, go and kill it." Lieutenant Leverman said.

"Leave it to me, he won't be able to escape." Hartman said.

When Yakov drove the plane to sweep through thousands of troops on the battlefield, invincible and "wreatheting" the battlefield to his heart's content, Hartmann quietly lowered the altitude and quickly approached the opponent from behind Yakov.

A drop of sweat slid down Hartmann's immature face, and this approach had wasted a lot of energy, and the guy on the other side had no track to follow, like a drunken man wandering around the battlefield, looking for trouble with the German fighters.

Approaching almost eighty meters, Hartmann pulled the trigger and fired.

With just one salvo, smoke came out of the fuselage of the Su plane on the opposite side, dragging a long flame and began to fall, and then, a few slender wisps of black smoke came out of its tail.

Dragging the black smoke, the drunk staggered north and flew away from the battlefield.

Hartman didn't pursue, and the debris from the opposite plane hit his plane, and black smoke came out from under the engine bay.

"Erich, you're injured, don't chase him anymore, that guy is dead, you leave the battlefield immediately, I'll cover you." Leverman said.

Without seeing the Soviet plane fall with his own eyes, Hartmann was very reluctant, and due to the injuries of the plane, he could only follow Leffmann back to the plane in a huff.

What Hartmann didn't know was that today was a day of great significance for him and for the history of world air warfare.

As the world's number one fighter ace who was praised by countless military fans decades later and shot down 352 enemy planes, he got the first result in his military career. (To be continued.) )