"Teaching No. 1, Teaching No. 1, please reply when you hear it! Please reply when you hear it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "In the cockpit of a fighter plane, the young pilot controls his plane and flies smoothly in the yellow sand. Voices rang out in his headphones, rapid and frequent.

"I'm Teaching Number 1, I can hear you! It's clear. The driver answered the call to his ground control tower over the radio.

Behind this training plane was another fighter jet, the instructor plane that accompanied him and was responsible for testing his piloting skills.

"Port Sirte needs support, you are the closest to there, go there and have a look, over!" What was sent from the headset was not the content of the training assessment, but a combat order.

"Ground control tower, I am Teaching No. 1, I have no actual combat experience, and I cannot perform temporary combat missions according to regulations. Complete! Frowning, the pilot of the plane did not immediately carry out the order, but opened his mouth to confirm.

"You already have flight time for a solo mission, and the training mission is over, and it will be your first combat mission. Complete! The ground tower repeated its orders and continued to let him carry out the mission.

Then, without waiting for the pilot to continue to say anything, the task was assigned to the tower: "The training plane is the long plane, and you, as the wingman, immediately carry out the mission!" Complete! ”

"Teaching No. 1 understands!" "Coach No. 1 understands!" On the radio, the answers of the two people were one after the other, and an ordinary training mission turned into a combat flight.

Because it was a high-level instructor flying, both planes carried ammunition, and in the original training plan, the No. 1 aircraft had to run out of shells to understand the state of the plane's firing and find their own feelings.

In fact, when it comes to flying skills, the novice pilot of the No. 1 is already very proficient, and the only thing he lacks is real combat experience.

The two fighters, one after the other, maintained an altitude of 4,000 meters, and rushed towards Sirte at a very fast speed, after all, they were flying the ME-109E fighter, which was probably the fastest fighter in the sky at this moment.

The engines vibrated in the air, and in the closed cockpit, the novice pilot felt the sweat oozing from his palms. After all, this was his first time participating in a real air battle, and everything he had learned before had to be tested on the battlefield, so he couldn't help but be nervous.

Soon, through the glass window directly in front of his own fighter, the wingman pilot who followed behind the long plane, that is, the pilot in the No. 1 fighter of the teaching, saw the port of Sirte where the battle was being held.

He saw tracer bullets rushing into the sky, and he saw black dots smaller than sesame seeds weaving between them.

The two fighters quickly closed the actual distance between the two sides, and they were not far from Sirte, so they became the first German planes to rush over the battlefield.

"Command! Headquarters! We've seen Sirte! There were enemy planes over Sirte, and I saw signs of engagement. As the captain of the mission, the pilot in the trainer plane loudly confirmed what he saw.

The pilots of the long planes were real Air Force fighter pilots, but also pilots who had gained real combat experience in the skies over France.

Although he has not achieved a record since coming to North Africa, it is not because his fighting skills have deteriorated, but because he is mainly responsible for the air defense of the oil fields and the port of Sirte.

Now that the British plane is in the skies over Sirte, he is already gearing up to make a big deal here.

"Expel the opposing plane! Keep your wingman safe! Inside the headset, the command from the ground tower was quickly transmitted: "In a few minutes, your support will arrive!" ”

"Teaching No. 1 understands!" After answering this sentence in his intercom, the instructor pilot began to maneuver his fighter to climb altitude: "Wingman! Wingman! Follow me! Climb to an altitude of 5000 meters and get ready to join the battle! ”

"Climb! Wingman understands! Pulling the handle to load his weapon, the novice pilot of the wingman repeated his mission commands.

"When I dive and attack for a while, I will bite the enemy plane and cut into a position where it is easier to fire, and you follow me...... If I succeed or fail, I'll roll to the right to get rid of it, and you can follow me to the right. "The pilot of the long plane gave a route of attack for a while.

"Dive to attack, then roll to the right and get out of it, the wingman understands!" After repeating the command, the wingman pilot felt his nervous heart jump out of his throat.

At this time, he had already seen the British Swordfish attack aircraft in the distance, and the other party did not seem to have seen that the German fighters had rushed to their vicinity.

After all, the anti-aircraft artillery on the ground was too dense, and they had to try to attack weak areas while dodging these shells.

The most important role of anti-aircraft artillery is, on the one hand, to shoot down the enemy's planes, and on the other hand, to interfere with the enemy's bombing angle and route, so that the enemy's dropped bombs cannot accurately hit the target.

Jamming is effective most of the time, and the same is true for the air defense of warships at sea - jamming the enemy's bombing routes, so that lethal bombs and torpedoes do not get the best throwing angles, and that's fine.

The Swordfish attack planes hovering and tumbling in the sky were looking for a suitable angle, but they did not notice that above their heads, two German fighters had begun to accelerate and dive over.

"Uh......h ......With the roar of the engines, the two fighters tore through the air flow one after the other, and rushed towards the British fighter with a whistling sound, and they were also shuttling in the rain of bullets, as if they could hit a tracer bullet at any moment.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "The cannon directly in front of the nose of the ME-109E fighter and the machine gun behind the propeller began to spit out tongues of fire, and the violent vibrations were transmitted to the pilot, making everything feel so real.

The long plane's firepower tore through the wing of a Swordfish attack plane the nose of the plane it was aiming at, leaving a dense hole in it.

The bullet that pierced the wing of the plane pierced the fuselage of the Swordfish attack plane, killing the pilot inside and hitting the fuel tank that the plane had attached to the seats.

The Swordfish attack aircraft comes standard with three pilots, which is an interesting configuration. One pilots the plane, an observer in the middle, and a machine gunner behind him are also responsible for manipulating the communications equipment.

Three men sat in a column in the plane, a proud tradition of the Royal Naval Air Corps - before World War II, they stubbornly believed that naval planes should have at least two pilots......

However, during dangerous long-range missions, the Swordfish attack aircraft can eliminate the observer in the middle and install a fuel tank in the middle seat to extend the range.

This time, in order to ensure the safety of its own fleet, the British Mediterranean Fleet adopted this non-standard configuration scheme.

So, the cannon and machine gun of the ME-109E fighter, after piercing the wing, also hit the aircraft, the additional fuel tank that was placed behind the pilot.

The huge explosion immediately caused the Swordfish attack plane to burst open, turning into a brilliant flame, and the two pilots who piloted the plane were also swallowed up in this fireworks.

They probably didn't know until they died that they, like many of the Italian soldiers in Benghazi who had attacked before, would die in the raging fires.

After hitting the Swordfish attack plane, the German fighters immediately began their own roll, and the novice pilots who followed the long plane also hurriedly followed out of the attack route.

Because it can't be separated - in the course of its flight, a British plane is catching fire and exploding, and it can't help but avoid it.

A plane was shot down in an instant and exploded into fragments, which made the pilots of the British naval aviation suddenly aware of the danger. They saw that the enemy's fighters had entered the battle circle, and at this time they had no energy to continue attacking the ground.

Of the remaining 15 British fighters, about 10 had already dropped all the bombs they carried, and they did not leave at this time solely because they wanted to cover the bombs dropped by the remaining aircraft.

The Luftwaffe ME-109E fighters appeared on the battlefield, and these Swordfish attack planes, which had no bombs, were in no mood to cover their companions, and instead began to fight in the air and drive out the German fighters.

Above the fuselage of the Swordfish attack aircraft, like the Stuka dive bomber, there was a self-defense machine gun that fired at the rear. Because of the completely open cab, the angle of fire of this machine gun is much larger than that of the Stukka.

Therefore, when several Swordfish fighters are in formation, the firepower of the machine guns to cover each other is still very impressive.

It's just that in the face of the interference of ground shells, the Swordfish attack aircraft cannot form a suitable defensive formation, and the German fighters will not give them the opportunity to easily form a formation.

After circling in the sky, the two fighters once again rushed to their chosen target, this time the novice pilot who followed the long fuselage was no longer so nervous, carefully observing the battlefield ahead.

A Swordfish attack aircraft was hit by anti-aircraft guns on the ground at exactly this time, breaking into two pieces in the sky. On one side of it, another fighter has become the prey of the long plane's mouth.

Tongues of fire erupted from the nose of the plane and pierced the British plane directly in front of it, and in just a few seconds, two British Swordfish attacks fell from the sky.

"Get out of here! We have to get out of here! The fighters of the Germans are slaughtering us! They're attacking us! On the radio, the British pilots shouted in despair.

And with their shouts, in the distant sky, a full 20 ME-109E fighters, formed in a neat formation, were making the final preparations before the attack.