The German army's newest TA-152 fighter can fly at a terrifying speed of 750 kilometers per hour at the right altitude.

Such a speed is completely capable of crushing any kind of fighter of this era, including the previous models of the Mustang P-51 fighter, which has not yet been born, and is not at all an opponent.

What's even more terrifying is that because of the use of high-quality high-octane gasoline, this fighter has more terrifying handling performance and faster flight speed.

The German fighter pilots who flew such fighters were lucky, while their enemies were very unlucky.

Just at the height of the clouds, in the cockpit of the slightly bumpy patrol fighter, the young German fighter pilot was bored to spread out the notebook and bow his head to write down the patrol record.

No enemy aircraft were detected in the corresponding Y airspace, and there was no difference between the results of their patrols and the results of ground-based radar detections.

In fact, while radar can replace the job of patrolling the airspace, take-off fighter patrols are still a must-do for fighter units.

On the one hand, after the radar detects the enemy aircraft, it is often too late to take off the fighter to intercept it; On the other hand, it is also because the radar detection results in this era are not accurate.

Twenty years later, in the era when radar is relatively mature, low-altitude flight penetration is still an effective means of evading radar attacks, let alone 41 years now.

"Report 06! I didn't see anything! Inside the headphones, after a long silence, someone finally spoke.

They didn't see anything, the weather was fine today, and the clouds were even pitiful.

German planes soared at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters, and no enemy aircraft were detected invading at all.

Yesterday, before they went on their mission, they were reminded by numerous people that the Soviet fighter pilots in the Kursk region were fierce and told them to be careful.

But today, they patrolled but did not find any opponents who came to provoke, which made everyone's hearts relax a little.

For everyone, the Soviet Air Force avoided the war, which was definitely a good sign. At least they don't have to face a fierce air battle on their first combat patrol.

"No. 13 did not find any enemy planes...... "While controlling his own plane, the young German pilot also opened his mouth and repeated the sentence.

But before he finished his words, he heard a loud reminder from the ground command inside the headset: "Attention! Note! Your left front! Radar finds the target! Front left! Radar finds the target! Watch out! Watch out! ”

The repeated reminders made everyone nervous. Guarding his notebook, the young German fighter pilot looked to his left front.

He did not see any enemy planes, nor was he reminded whether they were still there. He just tried to observe, trying to tell from the sky where the enemy plane was.

"Wingman! Wingman! I've already spotted enemy aircraft! Keep up with me! Start diving! Start diving! "In the independent communication channel, the order of the long plane suddenly came.

Subconsciously, the young pilot, who didn't even see the enemy, quickly pushed his aircraft control stick and let his nose start to tilt downward.

"Long machine! I can't see enemy planes! Where are they? As he began to dive his fighter jet, the nervous young pilot asked with tears in his face.

It was his first time in battle, and the first time he felt the pressure of a real battlefield.

When he was in school, he was the best pilot. He can perform the toughest flight maneuvers and has participated in several simulated air combat training in school.

It's a pity that now that he participated in the actual battle for the first time, he is still in a panic, and can only let his uneasiness spread in his heart.

As the nose of the plane jerked down, he felt as if someone had pushed him behind him, and his plane, along with him, began to dive downward.

The roar of the engine made him tense, and he pushed his joystick, feeling as if he couldn't hear anything else.

"Whew, whew, whew!" Inside his ears, there was only his own anxious gasps, and his eyes were constantly searching, looking for the exact location of his long plane in the sky.

Unfortunately, despite his constant search, he still couldn't see any planes. There were nine other friendly planes on patrol, but he couldn't see any of them now.

Who am I and where am I? It's a philosophical question. But for the young German pilot, it was a very realistic and cruel question.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where his enemies were. It was like a blind man, and he could only search in the sky in a daze.

It was his first time in battle, and the first time he felt the pressure of a real battlefield.

When he was in school, he was the best pilot. He can perform the toughest flight maneuvers and has participated in several simulated air combat training in school.

It's a pity that now that he participated in the actual battle for the first time, he is still in a panic, and can only let his uneasiness spread in his heart.

As the nose of the plane jerked down, he felt as if someone had pushed him behind him, and his plane, along with him, began to dive downward.

The roar of the engine made him tense, and he pushed his joystick, feeling as if he couldn't hear anything else.

"Whew, whew, whew!" Inside his ears, there was only his own anxious gasps, and his eyes were constantly searching, looking for the exact location of his long plane in the sky.

Unfortunately, despite his constant search, he still couldn't see any planes. There were nine other friendly planes on patrol, but he couldn't see any of them now.

Who am I and where am I? It's a philosophical question. But for the young German pilot, it was a very realistic and cruel question.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where his enemies were. It was like a blind man, and he could only search in the sky in a daze.

"Whew, whew, whew!" Inside his ears, there was only his own anxious gasps, and his eyes were constantly searching, looking for the exact location of his long plane in the sky.

Unfortunately, despite his constant search, he still couldn't see any planes. There were nine other friendly planes on patrol, but he couldn't see any of them now.

Who am I and where am I?