Follow in Faulk. Mike behind E. Lang kept pulling the trigger, and a string of meteor-like bullets kept skimming over Fokker who couldn't stop sliding sideways in front. E's side. But there is always a little bit of a difference between success and this makes Mike. Lang was impatient.

"No need to run...... What to run? …… Don't you know? My friend, God is on my side today......"

Mike, who had just shot down an enemy plane and looked excited. Lang, piloting his Newburgh 11 biplane, followed Fokker who was about to dive away. E behind. The plane's engine let out a sharp roar, and the oncoming wind raised Mike. Lang wrapped a white streamer around his neck.

Mike who can chase after the target in front of him in excitement. Lang didn't realize that there was a Falk behind him. E swooped down from a high altitude and in front of it was Mike. Lang's Newburgh 11 and Faulk, who he pursued. E。

With Mike. Compared to Lang, the pilot on this plane seemed calm, and his blue eyes flashed with sparks of wisdom. He also kept muttering to him, and the object of his "conversation" was Mike. Man.

"Well, that's not good, it looks like I'm too late to save my partner! You bad guy, are you going to shoot him down? ”

The Newburgh 11 in front of it constantly spewed tongues of fire, and although its bullets also dragged a faint smoke, it was a shiny string. He had been carefully observing the Newburgh 11 in front of him, which was constantly firing in front of him, and the reason why he was so interested was simply because it had just shot down the Fokker. E.

"You Entente guys, what kind of bullets are you using? I'd love to go up on your plane. ”

Three planes rushed from the sky to the ground like meteors.

"Da Da Da ......"

Mike. Lang was a little regretful, the plane in front of him seemed to be made of steel in the continuous firing, and there was no intention of catching fire or falling. Frustrated, Mike. Lang couldn't stop scolding himself.

"Oh my God! …… Mike, Mike, you're such a fool, you're going to run out of bullets if you keep going like this! That's not the case! ”

"Woo......"

A distant, indistinct engine sound came from behind him. Until this time, Mike. Lang remembered to look behind him.

"Oh, you bastard! This is a sneak attack that is not bright! ”

Just one glance was enough for Mike. Lang is worried about the current situation! He turned around and yelled at Falk behind him. E's pilot cursed.

"Almighty God, let this guy fuck off, let me fulfill my hopes......"

An enemy plane reappeared behind him, which made Mike . The first pore of Lang's body tensed. At this point, God's identity immediately reverted from his friend to his savior.

looked at Fokker in front of him, who was chased by himself and was already breathless. E, turn around and look at the Fokker behind him, who is getting closer and closer. E。 Eventually, the yearning for honor made Mike. Lang put his safety behind him.

"No, I've got to knock him down, I can't let him go......! As for the guy in the back...... I guess my luck isn't that bad! ”

His eyes were firmly fixed on the plane in front of him, and he tried to put aside the threat of the plane behind him, and flew with all his heart to shoot down the plane in front of him.

With Mike. Lang calmed down, and his hand clenched the joystick carefully adjusted the flight attitude. E's figure slowly leaned towards the center of the sight's cross.

"Slow down, slow down...... Brother Mike, you can do it, you will do it...... Okay, it's ......."

With Fokker. The moment E's figure approached the center, Mike. Lang pulls the trigger.

"Da Da Da ......" he hit a long shot.

Falk in front. E's body was swooping down rapidly, and then a puff of black smoke came out of his body. Mike. Lang calmed down and fired after hitting his engine and hit the pilot.

The incendiary tracer bullet not only pierced the pilot's body, but also burned his clothes and flesh from the wound. The pain made him thrive, as if he wanted to get up and get rid of the pain. However, life had already left his body and everything was already too late.

Satisfied looked at Faulk, who rolled down and planted himself to the ground. E, Mike. Lang smiled with satisfaction, but then he put it away again, as danger loomed over him again.

"Whoosh ......"

The bullets dragged black smoke and made some unpleasant chirps from the side of Newburgh 11, which made Mike . Lang was nervous for a while.

He understood that the German pilot behind him had not tried to shoot him down, and that the string of bullets was merely a reminder that he was coming from behind him.

"Damn, is this the creed of your Teutonic knights?"

Mike. Lang's heart was completely devoid of the joy of shooting down the enemy plane, and he knew that he was about to face a decisive duel.

Kick back the lever, kick the rudder, and now trying to escape is the only right choice.

With the screeching of the plane's engines, the Newburgh 11 made a beautiful arc and, with a somersault, changed into a dive. Mike. Lang plans to use the speed gained after the dive to play a game of mouse and cat with his opponent at low altitude.

Fakker who followed behind. E's pilot, with his devilish talent, discovered his plans.

"Is that just a little trick?"

As he muttered to himself, the same back rod, kicking the rudder. And the arc of rotation is better than Mike. Lang's smaller, and almost instantly, the machine gun in his nose had cut off Mike. Lang's whereabouts.

"You can't blame me, you sent the muzzle!"

Mike, who had just finished turning the arc and was about to turn again. Lang painfully noticed that his movements were a beat slower. Fogg. E's bullet swept towards his body from the trap like a hatchet.

"Woo Woo ......"

The terrifying sound of a bullet striking steel that makes the soul shudder, and the wooden propeller is shattered almost instantly.

The sound of the engine, which had always sounded quite pleasant and smooth, was now transformed into a machine gun, making the characteristic "thud" sound of a cylinder being punctured. The foul smell mixed with the smell of black smoke coming out of the engine when the wires were burned.

"Ahh

Mike. Lang screamed, and the string of bullets not only hit the engine, but also hit him. Thankfully, he was dodging backwards because of the scorching black smoke and foul smell, otherwise the bullet would have hit him in the head. Now it's just a hit in his leg.

Mike in despair. Lang remembered the admonition his brother Tang Yunyang had given him.

"If it doesn't work, abandon the plane and parachute, don't do stupid things!"

"Damn, I don't know if the height here is enough?"

A little bit of an idea in Mike. Lang's mind flashed, but now it was impossible not to jump. After all, it would be too cruel to burn to death in an airplane.

Try to get up, Mike. Lang turned his head down, and the green earth was in Mike. Lang's eyes rolled. This is Mike. The last thing Lang saw before he fell unconscious.