[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

What are you doing!Who told you to go up and practice somersaults at this time!What to do, hurry up, don't wait for Stein Schmidt to go up in the next game, you two are still circling on top to block the way! "

"The old man's down there with the binoculars looking around again," said Foucault.

"Who's the old man!" Neuberger called over the radio. "I'm eight years older than you, Foko, eight years!"

Kugbauer's low laughter came from the radio, but was cut off immediately.Kugbauer let go of the button on the joystick, turned off the radio microphone and smiled to himself, shaking his head while laughing.His laughter was drowned out by the roar of the engine in the cabin.

Foko was still looking down at Gachara's terrain with interest from a height of several thousand meters, and Kugbauer had already urged: "Two o'clock direction, four planes."

Foucault turned his head and saw four Spitfire fighter jets not far away in the iconic defensive formation of the British Air Force, turning vertically inward on the top of the aircraft, and forming a loose ring with their heads and tails connected.

"It seems that we have been found." Kugbauer said.

"Put it on," Folk said. "Not sure."

"Why are you so lazy today?" Kugbauer asked.

"Sleepy."

"I told you to go to bed early," Kugbauer said, "I'll be the last one."

Foko didn't answer any more, but rushed out at full speed.He lowered the nose of the plane and quickly swooped in the direction of the British army, leaving Kugbauer far behind.Foko approached the enemy fighter group from the left, and the distance between him and the four Spitfire fighters circling clockwise continued to shorten. At the same time, he climbed the height, and in an instant he was within easy reach of a Spitfire fighter that stood upright with its belly facing outward.The two planes passed each other, and Foco opened fire as he flew over the enemy plane. The enemy plane was in the blind spot in front of his fuselage, but was shot through the cockpit window, and the pilot in the cabin was killed by one blow.

Foucault didn't care to stop for half a minute, and immediately raised the left wing, kept the nose up, the fuselage was vertically upward and at the same time reversed horizontally, and naturally flew to the right with the nose tilted back, and the belly of the fuselage turned upside down Come over; Foco took advantage of the momentum to roll horizontally in the air for half a circle, and the fuselage was reversed to the upright position while the altitude was lowered. He dived again, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the top of the next Spitfire in the ring formation.The moment the enemy fighter disappeared from his view through the front window of the cockpit and entered the blind spot, Foco fired, leveled the nose, pushed down the right wing and rushed to the right front tail to face his third enemy plane, all in one go.The enemy plane whose pilot was killed lost control and plunged toward the ground at high speed.

"Beautiful!" Kugbauer's voice came from the radio.

Only a few seconds had passed since Foco dived close to the enemy plane, but the third Spitfire seemed to have reacted, and when Foco's Messerschmitt fighter rushed towards him, it dived suddenly, At the same time, by using the originally vertical camera position, it flipped clockwise and horizontally for a week, greatly reducing the height, and just got out of Foco's fuselage.Furco passed over the enemy plane. At this moment, he suddenly lowered the nose and the right wing, dived down and veered to the right at the same time, biting the enemy plane tightly.The Spitfire tilted more than Foko's fighter jets, and at this moment, it turned to the right more quickly and sharply on the inside of Foko's flight curve, and it was about to throw Foko away from the left rear again.However, before he could distance himself from Foco, Kugbauer, who had swooped down behind him and Foco before, suddenly raised the nose and charged upwards, appearing in the sky on the right side of the Spitfire in an instant, biting tightly. With his tail fin firing, it blew through the engine in the front of the fuselage.The Spitfire fighter that was hit immediately released billows of gray smoke, and after a violent shock, it fell towards the ground.

Foko leveled the nose of the aircraft, slowed down, and drew an arc in the air that slowly deviated to the right.Kugbauer, behind him on the left, cut through above him, speeding up and heading straight for the last Spitfire on the front right.The enemy plane that had just adjusted to the normal position saw this and hurriedly raised its nose. The fuselage turned upright on one side and turned to the right.Kugbauer did not wait for the enemy plane to complete the flip, and had already done the same action by clinging to the opponent's fuselage. At this time, he used his strength to complete the remaining half of the turn, and grabbed a section under the enemy plane in a normal position. distance.When the enemy fighter jet completed the second half-cycle rotation to return to the aircraft position, Kugbauer caught up with him at high speed, made a skillful Immelmann bend upward, and passed by the Spitfire fighter that continued to climb. Turned sharply back at 180 degrees horizontally, avoided the opponent's shooting, and was flying over the enemy plane that had just turned its head. The noses of the two planes were facing each other. Generally, they directly killed the British pilot through the window, but only hit the opponent's tail.The Spitfire with its tail destroyed tumbled and fell from the sky with a black smoke tail.

"No skill, Carl," Folk said languidly over the radio. "It's too late to fire."

"Shut up." Kugbauer replied, "I followed so closely, constantly changing the distance and angle between the two planes, so that he couldn't hit me, but it's not easy for me to fire."

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding you." Foco said quickly.

Kugbauer was silent for a moment, and then said: "The turning performance of the Spitfire is really much better than that of the Messerschmidt. You were almost thrown away just now."

"So what?" Foco's cheerful voice came from the sound-proof earphones, "You are here! We see one shoot down one, see two shoot down a pair, next time we meet a group, believe it or not, I will send their entire formation I can shoot it down once and show you!"

Ten

The slow music stops suddenly. "Night falls/falls," the man in the helmet sang, and the music started again, "Where you live; you will share the same fur with me." He walked towards the woman in white, and the violin playing suddenly accelerated.The woman with loose blond hair and a terrified expression raised her hand and pointed angrily at the approaching man.Steinschmidt was staring at the woman singing on the stage, when suddenly his left shoulder was bumped lightly by something, he couldn't help turning his face away, but saw Foko beside him leaning on him in a dazed state.Steinschmidt frowned, and without hesitation reached out and poked Foco's ribs hard.

"Ah!" Foco woke up startled, attracting the surrounding audience to look over.

"Shut up." Steinschmidt lowered his voice and patted Foco's leg.

Foco rubbed his eyes and whispered, "Why do you always pat me?"

"You owe it." Steinschmidt gritted his teeth, "Wagner, you can fall asleep!"

Folk looked at Steinschmidt in confusion, then turned his head to look at the men and women who were torn apart on the stage, as if he had long forgotten where he was.

A man in a black cloak is pulling a woman in white in front of a towering boulder.The woman escaped desperately from his arms, but he leaned forward again, grabbed her arm tightly, and snatched the ring from her hand.The woman let out a heart-piercing scream and collapsed.After the aria, the man pointed impatiently into the cave, while the woman moved in step by step trembling.The man drew his sword and followed behind her.The stage lights dimmed.

Schenk, who was sitting on Steinschmidt's right, was the first to stand up and join the crowd.Steinschmidt and Foko, who had finally waited until the midfielder, followed behind.After leaving the concert hall, Foco immediately leaned against the handrail by the wall, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the people around with great interest.Steinschmidt folded his arms beside him and said relentlessly, "I won't come out with you again, shame on me."

Folk heard this, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to Raschstein Schmidt's sleeve: "The one standing next to you is the pride of Berlin, why is it embarrassing?"

"It's because I'm in Berlin that I don't dare to stand with you, a Berlin sight." Steinschmidt said, actually backing away.

Foco also hurried forward without admitting defeat, and Steinschmidt hurriedly dodged when he saw this, and bumped into Shenk.But he didn't care about apologizing, and immediately began to push back Foco, who kept trying to get closer.

Shen Ke watched the two people in front of him pushing and shoving, and said calmly, "I'm going to the bathroom." Then he hid, blended into the crowd and disappeared.

"Say it, tell it, why did I embarrass you?" Foco grabbed Stein Schmidt's sleeve again, and refused to let go.

"You're embarrassing me right now!" Steinschmidt vigorously shook the arm caught by Foko's sleeve, "If I do this again, I will be ashamed to say that I belong to the 27th team when I go out! Let me go! "

"Don't let go!" Fuko showed no sign of weakness, "Do you believe that I stand on the high platform and shout, 'We are from the 27st Squadron of the [-]th Wing of the Air Force'?"

"Don't you!" Stein Schmidt immediately gave up trying to break free from Foco, instead he grabbed Foco's cuff and held on, as if he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, Foco would crawl behind to place the decorative statue in a blink of an eye. marble table.

"Hayo?" a voice behind Foco asked hesitantly.Hearing the sound, Steinschmidt turned his head to look, only to see a teenager in casual clothes, holding a tightly wrapped record in his hand, looking at the farce in front of him in surprise.

Foco turned his head back, immediately put down the sleeve of Steinschmidt in his hand, turned around and greeted him: "Dieter!"

Facing Foco, who was as enthusiastic as ever, Yileman squeezed out a smile with some embarrassment, and said, "Hayo...I'm really sorry about what happened last time."

Foco's eyes widened, as if the words were extremely unexpected, and he grinned again: "It's okay." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Iraq.