[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

Pull the joystick firmly to control the fuselage to fly smoothly with the formation.

"Kalaya [-], ground instructions. Condition is normal, rendezvous permitted."

Illerman pressed the radio button without thinking: "Kalaya [-] received it. Pay attention to the whole team, keep the distance, and prepare to rendezvous."

Before he could finish his words, another aircraft group rapidly ascending the latitude appeared within the field of vision.As the distance between the Messerschmitt fighter jets gradually widened, the gray-black Sduka bombers that had just arrived gradually added to the space in the center of the formation one by one.

As soon as Sduka, the leader, flattened the nose of the plane to the right of Illerman, a familiar greeting came from the radio:

"See you again, Kalaya One."

"I'm on your left," Illerman replied curtly.

"Oh?" Haptman's voice was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything anymore, as if he knew the situation well after a brief exchange.

"Report to the command," Illerman said into the radio, "The convergence is over, approaching the target as planned."

"receive."

The last command from the ground ended, and there was only silence on the radio, and the rustling of electromagnetic waves.Illeman stared intently at the distant clouds, quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.

After a long time, Haptman's calm voice sounded on the radio: "Attention the whole team, approach the ground bombing target."

However, almost at the same time he released the call button, the voice of the ground command came: "Kalaya [-], the Soviet radio signal has been intercepted, there are a large number of Soviet aircraft in front of you."

"A lot?" Illerman replied.As soon as his voice fell, the other party's answer became redundant.At the end of his field of vision in front of him was a huge army green fleet approaching at high speed.The army green body has a red five-pointed star pattern.

"The ones in the middle are Ilyushin bombers," Haptman said suddenly on the radio, "It should be on an air-to-ground bombing mission."

"It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia," came the voice of another pilot, "We meet on a narrow road."

"Report to the ground, the opponent is a combined formation of Lavochkin fighters and Yakovlev fighters," Illerman pressed the radio call button, "Attention the whole team, the situation has changed, prepare for battle!"

Before the words were finished, Illermann's Messerschmidt rushed out irresistibly.Eight Messerschmitt fighters spread out in groups of two and attacked the Soviet fleet.

"Attack Ilyushin first," Illman ordered, "protect the ground troops!"

The Messerschmidt with the black tulip livery flew obliquely in front of Illermann.When the two Messerschmitts approached, the Yakovlevs hurriedly avoided the leading Messerschmitt by relying on their light fuselages.In the blink of an eye, the two Messerschmidts were within close proximity to several Ilyushins flying in formation.

Illermann deflected the nose of the plane, increased the horsepower suddenly, and passed another Messerschmidt on the left in an instant.He suddenly fired in the direction of an Ilyushin, and then pressed forward. Before the other pilot could react, the Ilyushin's fuselage had already filled Ileman's entire cockpit view through the front window, and the two flying at high speed The machine is less than 20 meters away.The moment Illman fired again, the nose of the aircraft was raised suddenly, and the fuselage passed over the enemy aircraft whose engine had been penetrated at close range.

Illerman continued to raise the nose of the plane, turned an Immelmann bend above the Soviet fleet, dived into the fleet again, and quickly approached another Ilyushin without hesitation.After the first shot, he aimed, fine-tuned the direction of the nose, then rushed to the side of the Ilyushin plane and fired at zero distance, then stalled and yawed, and pulled away from the hit enemy plane.

Ilyushin who was hit lost power, and the nose of the plane fell to the ground.Illerman leveled the fuselage under the fighter jets of both sides in the scuffle, and the fuselage suddenly shook violently.Illerman pulled hard on the joystick, but the nose did not lift.Looking at the violently trembling pointer on the dashboard, he frowned slightly.

"Hannah Lori," Illerman called over the radio, "I seem to have been hit by a wreckage of an enemy plane and need to make an emergency landing. The mission is handed over to you in full command!"

"Kalaya One!" came the voice of the young blond pilot over the radio, driving a Messerschmidt with black tulip livery.

"Received." Haptman's calm voice sounded immediately, "Kalaya [-], don't worry about your wingmen who are about to make an emergency landing, and focus on leading the team! Pay attention to everyone, and attack the enemy formation with all your strength, and don't let anyone go. !"

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Illerman reluctantly pressed the red landing gear emergency button before touching the ground. The plane still hit the ground hard and ran forward for a short distance at a high speed that could not be reduced. Two deep wheel marks.Illerman opened the glass cover of the cockpit amidst the dust, took out a small screwdriver in the map box behind the seat with his right hand, and began to remove the precision clock at the top of the instrument panel.While he was twisting the screw, two shouts in Russian suddenly came from not far away.

Immediately, Illerman stopped what he was doing and put the screwdriver back.The voices of two young men talking in Russian got closer, and soon two young men in uniforms stood beside the Illeman plane.

One of them pointed a rifle at Illerman and said in broken English, "Come out."

Illerman just shook his head, held up his hands, and replied in English, "I can't move."

The young man stepped forward in amazement, holding the barrel of the gun slantly with one hand, and trying to get the safety belt on Lailman's chest with the other.As soon as he touched Elleman's chest, the latter gasped. He immediately withdrew his hand, raised the gun with both hands, and looked at Elman warily.

There was confusion in the blue-green eyes of the young Soviet soldier.Holding guns in both hands, he stood on the side of the plane with his legs spread apart, staring at Illerman intently, and turned his head to say something to his companion behind him in Russian.Another soldier raised his hand to straighten his military cap with the red five-stars in response, then turned and left.

Soon, two Soviet soldiers appeared beside the plane carrying a stretcher.The soldier with the gun took a few steps back, and the other two put the stretcher on the ground, then stepped forward to cut Illerman's seat belt, lifted him out of the cockpit, and laid him on the stretcher.One of them, who looked like a medical soldier, didn't wear a military cap, and let his short brown-blond hair fall on his forehead.He carefully knelt down beside Illerman on one knee, unfastened the pistol belt around his waist, and then fumbled in his pockets one by one, taking out the items one by one and putting them aside.

After a while, the medic looked up and said something to the soldier with the gun, who then asked Illerman in English, "You didn't bring your salary?"

"No," Illermann replied. "I don't have any identification on me. I'm Herbert Putzmeister of the 52nd Wing of the Reich Air Force."

The Soviet soldier turned his head and said something in Russian to the medic, who nodded.Then, the two lifted the stretcher and walked towards a truck parked not far away.

There were several empty wooden boxes left in the carriage, apparently the supplies that had been brought in before had been unloaded.The two people who carried the stretcher put the stretcher in the inner position of the carriage, said a few words to the Soviet soldiers holding guns, and then jumped out of the rear of the carriage and left.

The remaining Soviet soldiers held the butt of their guns with one hand, leaned the body of the gun on their shoulders, leaned their backs against the wall of the carriage, and looked at Illerman on the stretcher in front of them.Dazzling sunlight streams in from the gap between the half-opened double sliding doors at the rear of the car.The Soviet man was standing in the sun, and after a while he simply sat down against the wall of the carriage, half-closed his eyes in the sun, and looked at the floating dust in the air in front of him.

"Sir," Illerman said in English.

The Soviets were obviously taken aback, and turned their heads: "What?"

"Can you close the car door?" Illerman said. "It's very eye-catching."

The Soviets hesitated for a moment, but walked to the rear of the carriage, covered the door, and turned back.Illerman lying on the stretcher was no longer in direct sunlight, and the Soviets sat at his feet this time, leaning against the wall of the carriage with one leg stretched out and the other leg bent, bathing the whole body in the warm sunlight .He rested his rifle on his bent legs, took off his military cap and put it aside, revealing his soft, curly short brown hair.

"Don't call me sir," the Russian whispered, "that sounds awkward." He hesitated, and said, "My name is Boris Shurikevich."

"Yes, Polis Shurikevich," Illerman replied.

There was a long silence.Shurikevich lowered his head slightly, staring at the gun butt in his hand in a daze.His delicate face and long, thick, dark eyelashes made him look very young, perhaps even younger than Illerman.His gaze began to wander, and then inadvertently landed on the military cap beside him.He looked at the red five-pointed star that was not stained with a trace of dust, and smiled unconsciously.

Illerman closed his eyes and remained motionless, only his chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, as if he had fallen asleep.Shurikevich looked at the empty wooden box beside him as if he was bored, humming the tune of "Katyusha" softly in his mouth.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the carriage shook immediately, and the empty wooden boxes collided violently with each other.Illerman didn't respond and seemed to have passed out.And Shurikevich jumped up, flew to the rear of the carriage, and looked out with the rifle in his arms.Shouts in Russian were mixed together outside the car, and only the repeated words "Shiduka" could be vaguely heard.

Shurikevich stood in front of the half-closed carriage door, watching groups of Soviet soldiers running past him in a panic.Suddenly, Illerman appears without a trace