"Oh my God!" The young German pilot was already in a cold sweat of fright at this moment, and what he had just attacked was not an enemy plane, but his own long plane.

He didn't care about the angry roar of the long plane, and quickly stabilized his plane. At this time, he had already flown out of that small piece of white cloud, and the height was about 6,000 meters.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he spotted a green plane rushing towards him. This time, he could see clearly that there was a red five-pointed star on the wing of the other party's plane.

That was definitely not a sign of a German aircraft, so he quickly swung his joystick to the side, trying to get out of the course he had been flying.

Then, a dense volley of bullets flew over and crackled next to the cockpit of his plane.

Thankfully, there was a bulletproof steel plate behind his fighter's cockpit, blocking all the bullets that came at him, but his plane did hit.

"Swoop down! I'm covering for you! Inside the headphones, the sound of the long machine came again. And the young pilot was making a sharp turn at this time, and the whole plane turned sideways.

Knowing that he was being chased by an enemy plane, the young pilot was so frightened that he hurriedly obeyed the order of the long plane, changed the plane out of a hovering state, and began to dive towards the ground.

Tracer bullets flew past his side from time to time, and it looked like they were still trying to attack him behind him. But as his speed increased, the number of tracer bullets flying through his plane gradually decreased.

"I can't see enemy planes! I can't see enemy planes! Is he behind me? Looking back and forth from the cramped cockpit, the young pilot struggled to find the enemy behind him.

Unfortunately, his efforts did not have any effect at all, because no matter how much he looked, he did not see the enemy plane behind him.

"Your height is rapidly decreasing! You've gotten rid of him! Watch your own height! Inside the headphones, the long machine that was already burned out of steam, and the shouting became emphasized.

It's not nice to take care of a rookie while fighting enemies. Soon the voice of the long machine was quiet, because he had to concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

The young German pilot had to continue struggling on his own, and he saw that his altimeter was rapidly approaching 0, indicating that his plane had lost altitude.

had to pull up his own battle, and at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, the pilot once again raised his nose and began a difficult climb.

Wasting high potential energy in vain is a big taboo in air combat. But now he can't care so much, so he can only find his height first.

At this time, he saw some green Soviet planes flying in formation in front of him on his right.

The Soviet planes didn't seem to see him rushing towards him, and were still on a course. This time, the young German pilot looked carefully, did not find the bright yellow identification mark, and then pulled the trigger.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The cannon roared, and because of the distance, tracer shells began to fall in the distance, and although they flew in the direction of the enemy plane, they seemed to be unable to hit the target.

While firing, the young German pilot raised his nose, hoping that his shells could fly to the enemy plane where his scope was trapped.

Because he was climbing, it was only for a moment that he could no longer see whether his shells had hit the target or not because of the angle of the nose.

The TA-152 fighter has many advantages, but there are also some disadvantages, such as the length of the nose that affects the field of view, which is a more frustrating problem for pilots.

The young German pilot, who could not see the target, still climbed, and he did not know if his shells had hit the target.

But he did run out of ammunition he carried, 4 20 mm caliber cannons, some of which were used to strafe his long machine just now, and the rest was all because he pulled the trigger and did not let go, and it was all on his way up.

The ammunition has run out, and as a fighter, he has lost his combat effectiveness. The chase and kill battle in the sky is not over yet, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with him anymore.

"Turn left! I'm covering for you! Inside the headphones, the voice of the long machine came again. The young pilot had to make a sharp left turn, only to find a plane in the distance dragging black smoke down.

"Climb! Regain your height! The enemy planes have fled! Changji shouted comforting while leading him back to his height.

After the two planes returned to level flight, the pilot of the long plane finally found an opportunity to vent his emotions: "What the hell are you doing!" ”

"You just attacked my plane, and then you flew around in the sky like a madman." The pilot of the long plane counted the various crimes committed by the young pilot during this mission.

Even through the radio, you can hear the monstrous anger of the people over there: "And then you ran out of shells at enemy planes that were out of range!" Idiot! ”

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The young pilot was so nervous that he quickly apologized for his mistake.

"Well, well, that's bad luck!" The pilot of the long plane complained and commanded: "Adjust the route, we have deviated from the return route!" ”

Almost all the novice pilots ran out of their shells, so the round of combat patrols ended with a return home.

After all, the TA-152 fighter is still more "veteran-oriented", and novice pilots can easily run out of 150 rounds of artillery ammunition because they are nervous.

"Go back and write a detailed summary of the battle! You're probably the worst pilot on this patrol. The pilot of the long plane gave his own assessment of the novice wingman.

"I'm sorry!" Almost frustrated, the young fighter pilot replied again with tears in his eyes.

If it were a time of peace, he might have just started college at his age. He was still young, and the young ones were somewhat out of place in this bloody battlefield.

He is only 19 years old this year, having just graduated from the Führer's newly founded Berlin Elite 1st Air Combat School and has just become a full-fledged fighter pilot.

He loves flying and has loved flying since he was a child. His mother supported his dream because he was a glider.

The reality was brutal, and despite his excellent flying results, his first flight was messed up by his own nervousness. He failed to shoot down an enemy plane and almost killed his own long plane......

"Hartman, you're such an idiot!" In his cabin, the young pilot was overwhelmed by his performance and muttered to himself.