In a hidden field airport in the southern theater of war in the eastern German front line, a young pilot was talking to his captain. Beside them was a camouflage net supported by wooden sticks, which looked like a weed from the sky, but there was a charming Ta-152 fighter plane parked in the camouflage net with a black tulip painted on the nose.

This aircraft, like most Ta-152 fighters on the Eastern Front, did not change any special structure. The only difference is that the record that should have been drawn below the cabin was moved to the rear of the plane because the aircraft's record was too many.

A total of 190 aircraft are the current record of the German super fighter ace pilot Hartmann. He only took about a year from the beginning of the battle. In this year, he was able to shoot down an enemy aircraft in almost one and a half days.

General Garland, the commander of the fighter unit, once joked to the people around him: "We don't have to produce fighter jets, we just need to produce Hartman." This terrible record brought incredible glory to Hartman. He is the youngest captain fighter pilot in the Air Force and the first person in the Air Force to receive the Iron Cross of the Knight in the Stone Like Leaf Sword.

Even Air Force General Catherine praised Hartman's personal honor with envy: "God, if I was not promoted to Air Force Marshal in my lifetime, I would not even be comparable to Hartman. If I have a single medal, he would be almost twice as many as me."

Of course, the target of his complaint was Admiral Denitz, and the admiral also looked helpless and spread his hands to complain to General Catherine: "Do you think I don't have this problem? My subordinates have five submarines with the Iron Cross Medal than me. Not only your Air Force has a Hartman, but our Navy also has a Prinn."

At this moment, Hartman's squadron leader was discussing the installation of jet fighter with the legendary pilot: "I heard that this new type of aircraft can easily fly out at a speed of nearly 700 kilometers per hour. I believe that in the future, this kind of aircraft that can fly faster and higher will definitely become the mainstream of the Air Force."

"If we can shoot down the enemy faster, what else do we pilots do?" Hartman smiled and pointed to the towering 88mm air defense cannon not far away, and said to his squadron leader: "The shells fly much faster than the plane, but they won't turn."

"But I heard that the air defense forces in the capital have officially replaced the jet aircraft, and it was the order given by the head of state you respect the most." The squadron leader looked at the novice pilot interns who were running training in the distance with his hands behind his back, and continued to say to Hartman: "Didn't you say that the head of state will always be right."

"Of course! The Head of State is right." Hartman nodded, then stubbornly pointed to the Ta-152 fighter behind him, which was called the Black Death by the Soviets, and said firmly: "Because good pilots do not produce energy, the Head of State can only mass-produce faster aircraft to meet the needs of the novices who can only dive and fire."

"Haha." The squadron leader laughed, then pointed Hartman from the air with his hands: "You, when you mention flying, you are as sharp as a killer. When you are in the dormitory, you speak at least a hundred times softer than you are now."

After putting away his smile, the squadron leader looked at the fighter jet that had won countless honors for the entire squadron and even the entire Eastern Air Force, and solemnly asked: "So, Captain Hartman, do you disagree with our squadron taking the lead in replacing the new me-9 jet fighter?"

"Yes." Hartman scratched his face with his fingers, and replied: "At least let the other squadrons be equipped, let's apply again. After all, we have more experience when flying old fighters. And I hate the newly equipped weapons, and the feeling of beingware of plane failures in the sky."

You should know that a weapon and equipment are not static during the installation process. On the contrary, this large-scale replacement is a long and repeated process. It is not that Hartman despises new weapons and equipment, but that the latest weapons and equipment are often synonymous with unreliable conditions.

In the cold and thin air high altitude, in the air battles that pull and circle each other repeatedly, Hartman needs to maintain the best working state at all times. Even a moment of hesitation may change the result of an air battle. The feeling of control that Hartman and his fighter jets have been established for a long time is definitely an indescribable and wonderful connection.

If you replace a new plane, challenge the airflow and enemies, a subconscious action will make you doom. When you reach out to touch a button, you find that it is no longer there. This is definitely a terrifying disaster. It is like the feeling of despair when you often type in the wrong words after changing the keyboard.

So Hartman himself was very cautious about changing into a new jet aircraft. At least at this time, he was unwilling to take risks. As a fighter pilot who had been in the sky for thousands of hours, he seemed to be more willing to hand over his life to the more familiar Ta-152 fighter.

"The above order, we will strengthen the battlefield control of the southern airspace in the last few days." After the previous topic, the squadron leader began to talk about the recent mission arrangement: "It seems that the bomber troops are being transferred from the Western Front... You know, our fuel is much more abundant than half a year ago."

"There is no problem. Just send more fighter planes to patrol. The Soviets rarely dispatched planes to intercept our fighter plane patrol formations. Recently, the Soviet Air Force seemed to be very concerned about the air defense near Kursk. I shot down 6 enemy planes there..." Hartman recalled.

"We will fly another round in the afternoon." The squadron leader patted Hartman on the shoulder, and then spoke in a false sense of public service and said: "Hehe, since we have replenished so much aviation fuel, it is not too much for us to fly more." As he said, he turned around and walked towards the runway. The new intern pilots had finished their running and stood there neatly, waiting for their squadron commander to start talking.

The Soviet troops in the direction of Kursk were shrinking, which was no longer news. General Guderian was slowly advancing the defense line of the G Army to the north, biting Zhukov's armored cluster, and preventing the troops from going north to Moscow. Everyone knew the methods of Zhukov's transformation into pieces to transfer the armored troops to the south of Moscow, but the German army could not draw too many troops for a while to launch a fierce attack on the armored troops of the central Soviet army.

Since the last Kursk Battle, the German G Army was forced to retreat by the Zhukov cluster, it has been tempting its wounds. The number of tiger king tanks has increased, which has also made General Guderian's waist harder and harder. More than a dozen days ago, his troops could no longer withstand loneliness and began to tentatively advance northward.

Along the way, the German 1st armored army was unstoppable, and successively captured several important village strongholds and tore open some of the defense lines on the Soviet flanks, but never encountered large-scale resistance from the Soviet Red Army. Compared with the G Army, which was gradually strengthening, Zhukov's armored cluster is indeed declining now. At least in terms of the number of tanks, the Soviet armored forces can no longer gain an overwhelming advantage.

"Zhukov's troops are moving north. The number of troops he has drawn is not large, but they are all elite main forces." Guderian pressed his palm in his armored command vehicle. He had been silent for almost a month, which made him, who is known as the twin gems of the empire, feel uncomfortable: "What is blocking our progress are some tank destroyers modified with T-26 tank chassis, as well as some scattered infantry units. We should launch a tentative assault quickly and find out the location of the core defense line of the Zhukov cluster."

"The 3rd SS Panzer Division is already attacking the northeast, and the farthest troops have arrived in this area." The Chief of Staff pointed to the map and reported the latest progress of the troops to Guderian: "The 1st Panzer Army's reconnaissance forces encountered Soviet resistance in the eastern part of Kursk. They reported that the enemy had T-34 tanks, which should be the main force of the Soviet Union."

"The Air Force is working hard to destroy Zhukov's transportation line. We have attacked traffic nodes, railway lines and villages along the way. Several key areas that have been marked have also dispatched Do-217 bombers to carry out carpet bombings." Before Guderian asked, the Air Force's liaison officer introduced the cooperation of the Air Force. In the past few days, he has also straightened his back. The reduction in the scale of bombing caused by oil shortage has been completely alleviated. The current Air Force forces attack dozens or hundreds of times a day have suppressed the Soviets' miserable suffering.

"It's time to implement the No. 2 combat plan." Guderian nodded and withdrew his gaze from the map. He grabbed the walkie-phone hanging on the cabin of the armored vehicle, and loudly ordered to the microphone: "I am Guderian, pick up the wolf's den for me, Marshal Boluoxiche... I am Guderian. According to the intelligence analysis reported by the reconnaissance troops, I think the time to implement the No. 2 combat plan is ripe."

Marshal Blauchic was silent for a while on the other side of the phone, and then answered: "Then, General Guderian, you can prepare for the offensive. I will report the situation to the head of state. If the Supreme Command has no other opinions, I will have no opinions."

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