My Third Empire

For Garland, the Red Baron Manfred von Richthofen is his idol. Even when he speaks, he deliberately imitates this legendary pilot who once shot down 80 planes. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

Garland loves flying, just as Richthofen loves flying. He likes the roar of the engine, looks at the cotton candy-like clouds through the glass in the metal cockpit, and enjoys the excitement and thrill of chasing and hunting in the air. For him, the liquid-cooled fw-190d fighter jet with its yellow nose and Mickey Mouse painted under the cockpit is as beautiful and sexy as a naked woman.

Although the fw-190 can be said to be an extremely ugly fighter-this aircraft does not have a good downward view, the huge engine cooling vents make this aircraft look not streamlined, and the slightly stubby body does not No better looking than British and French planes. Even the original designer of this plane thought it was too ugly and gave it the nickname of Huanglian Po.

But it is simply the most beautiful lover in the minds of German pilots: it has a speed of 550 kilometers per hour, a durable engine and reliable flight performance, a 30mm cannon in the nose, and the wings can be equipped with 4 One 13mm machine gun or two 20mm machine guns. The top power performance is equipped with rapid firepower, which is simply the ultimate fighter choice that the air forces of all countries desire.

Now, Garland drove this advanced fighter that made him feel safe, and rushed to the French Air Force fighter formation that was coming to meet him.

Wingman, keep an eye on my tail. Garland warned through the intercom.

The voice of the wingman came through the headset: No problem. I will cover you.

All start to climb. Look for an attack position, and don't let the Frenchmen attack our Stukas. Garland gave an order as he climbed.

The German fighter jets began to climb, and the French fighter jets also began to increase their altitude, but it was clear that the German fighter jets climbed faster. The fighter units of the two armies, which were originally about the same height, soon became a situation where the German planes were higher. Moreover, the distance between the planes of the two sides has become closer, and the French pilots are not allowed to make corresponding adjustments.

The attack begins! Garland gave the order to attack, and the German fighter jets began to dive and descend in batches to gain faster speed. The roar of the engine and the sound of the aircraft fuselage rubbing the airflow are like a symphony, which makes people feel happy and excited.

The French fighter pilots didn't seem to want to sit still like this, and immediately dispersed their formation, circling and descending altitude, trying to use dogfighting to drag the German fighter jets to low altitudes, and use low-altitude and low-speed combat to make up for the speed and performance of their own fighter jets. insufficient.

This is one of the few reasonable tactics available to the slower side in an air battle.

It seems that the French pilots are indeed well-trained. They have more combat experience than the Polish Air Force on the Eastern Front, and they are better at dealing with various adverse situations.

Two-aircraft formation, pull up immediately after breaking them up! Don't fight with them at low altitude. Break away immediately after attacking... Garland ordered while diving, frowning. More than half of his subordinates were newly recruited pilots. After the Battle of Poland, the Luftwaffe nearly doubled the number of aircraft in one go, so many flight corps with brilliant records were transferred to almost half of their pilots.

Fighting with a group of novices and high-level opponents is not very pleasant, but for Garland, he doesn't care so much, because he prefers to fight alone more often.

Dive, crazy dive, dive to the extreme speed, the speed that breaks through the limit of human beings, with the sound of howling wind, the speed breaks through to 600 kilometers per hour. With this speed, it rushes into the opponent's fleet with lightning speed, and shreds the target with unstoppable firepower. They are eagles in the sky, and their opponents can only be regarded as sparrows.

Tut, chug, chug. The cannon on the Garland's nose fired, tongues of flame sprayed out, the bullets flew in the sky in beautiful lines, and then crashed into the body of the French plane, penetrating through the fuselage , broke the keel inside, destroyed the oil circuit, destroyed the equipment inside, and then continued to wreak havoc with the remaining energy until it smashed through the fuselage on the other side, and walked away proudly.

Garland hit a French plane, watched the plane start to fall with thick black smoke, he immediately pressed the joystick to the left, and his plane immediately began to roll violently After a circle, this sudden maneuver avoided the pursuit of another French plane, and his speed began to decrease drastically.

Wingman! I want to pull up! Pay attention and follow me. Garland pulled up his joystick, and let his back slam against his seat. The engine of the fw-190d roared and began to output its own stable power. The whole plane was like a leaf in the wind, swaying left and right in the sky, and with a bit of stubbornness, it raised its head and flew to the sky.

Circling to the left, pointing the nose of the plane in the direction of the French fleet again, shaking the joystick slightly, feeling the feedback from the plane to the palm, knowing that there should be nothing wrong with his plane, so Garland again With an accelerated dive, he locked on to his second target.

Sir! I can't keep up with you! I can't keep up with you! I'm adjusting my flight maneuvers, can I continue to pull up? Can I continue to pull up? In the headset, the anxious voice of the wingman came intermittently , but Garland didn't bother to care about it, the opportunity was fleeting, and he couldn't allow him to hesitate.

Calmly pulled the trigger, the 13mm caliber machine gun on the wing sprayed bullets, and soon the struggling French fighter was hit on the wing. Seeing that the position was just right, Garland once again The trigger of the cannon was pulled briefly, and a few cannon shells were fired.

Thu! Tut! The machine gun roared again, directly destroying the fragile wings that were already full of bullet holes. Birds without wings would fall to the ground, and planes without wings would also turn around and return to Mother Earth. embrace.

Garland once again rushed past the group of French planes. He raised his head and saw that his wingman was hit by a French plane when he followed him down. The bullet hit the cockpit of the plane. He could clearly see I saw the moment the glass shattered, and blood spurted out of the cabin.

He never called his wingman again, because his wingman had already fallen not far from him with black smoke. The sound of the plane's engine brought Garlandra back to reality, and he immediately began to spin and climb, using the best technical maneuvers of the plane in his hand to shake off the French planes that had bitten his tail.

Saying anything doesn't help. It's as normal for a novice to die on the battlefield as it is for a child to eat fish and get stuck. Garland knew that now was not the best time to hold a memorial service for his wingman, so he continued to climb, continued to climb, and continued to fly against the sun—until the power of his aircraft engine weakened a little, he didn't know that he was going to die again. Back to the edge.

At low altitudes below 5,000 meters and speeds below 200 mph, the fw-190 is very vulnerable. Therefore, the German pilot's flight manual clearly states that pilots are prohibited from engaging in combat under such circumstances. If someone is in this situation, there are not many options: flee or speed up the climb.

Garland re-turned the turn at 17,000 feet and looked down at the two French planes below that had to give up pursuing him because of their altitude. A devil-like smile appeared on his cold face, and the plane changed its angle slightly according to the pilot's operation, and flew down rapidly like a swift that had found a bug.

The speed was already extremely fast, and the machine guns and artillery on the plane let out their own roars, and the bullets easily flew into the cockpit of the French plane, just like the wingman who was shot by Garland. The cabin was instantly turned into a hell full of broken glass and blood. Garland did not slow down as he rushed past the French plane and continued to chase another one that turned around and fled.

Soon he caught up with the slow French ms. The 406 fighter jet followed him and pulled the trigger, firing without hesitation. Even Garland himself didn't know whether it was the anger of his wingman being shot down or the madness caused by the excessive secretion of adrenaline caused by continuous combat. He poured out most of the ammunition, and turned the plane into an explosion of flames in one breath.

He flew sideways by the flames formed by the explosion. At this time, he raised his head to look for the French plane that had just been hit in the cockpit, and found that the plane was circling and falling, but it did not lose control.

In the sky of intense firefights below, there were very few French aircraft. After all, the Luftwaffe still has more combat experience and better combat weapons than these French pilots. So the final result of this battle is not unexpected. When the last French plane crashed to the ground trailing thick smoke, the Luftwaffe lost only one fighter jet and a pilot who had just joined the air force.

Continue to cruise! Find all the flying French planes and kill them all. Garland stabilized the plane, and issued a combat order in a cold tone.

The 7th Stuka Bomber Squadron called the Hindenburg Fighter Squadron. Our bombing mission has been completed and we are ready to return. Are you leaving? In the headset, the commander of the Stuka Squadron who had completed the attack mission asked.

Understood! We will escort you back home! Attention all planes, attention all planes. Let's leave this ghost place. Accompanied by the humming and roaring of the plane's engine, Garland was silent for about two seconds, and then said.

Yes, leave this ghost place and return. It's just that there were 12 fighters when they came, but there were 11 fighters when they went back.

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