Hardman's cheers did not take him out of the death zone, and he was still in danger now. But at this time he felt that he could embrace the entire sky, and while flying the plane he felt that he could go anywhere he wanted.

In his hand, the plane was like a goshawk flying in the sky, a life-like spirit dancing with grace. The plane avoided the bullets fired by the Soviet plane on one side, and Hardman gently stepped on the control pedal of the flap, and his plane flew backwards.

The cockpit was facing the ground, and the belly of the Luftwaffe aircraft was sprayed with gray white, making the plane more obvious when looking down at high altitude. The German long aircraft had just escaped the entanglement of two Soviet aircraft, and when he looked down, he saw Hardmann flying backwards.

"What is he doing? Is the aerobatics performance?" The pilot of the aircraft had a urge to turn on the phone and curse. However, he did not do this. He was afraid that if he cursed, it would disturb the pilot's judgment and cause his comrades to destroy the plane and kill people.

Hardman was in a state of big head facing down at this time. He controlled the plane to fly backwards and was not just a sensational. He continued to control the plane and began to climb upside down. If we look at it from a normal perspective, he was actually doing a backward dive. However, under normal circumstances, he could pull the plane after diving, and there was no way to do this by diving.

Soviet pilots seemed to have very experienced low-altitude flight experience. They also knew that Hardman could not climb directly when flying in this way, so they could only use a rolling action to adjust the plane's posture back to the right and then pull up to climb. So four Soviet aircraft flew separately from left to right, blocking the rolling paths on both sides of the German aircraft.

Although the speed is not as fast as that of German aircraft, it is still barely possible to block the path ahead of time. After all, these pilots are flying the improved American P-40 fighter jets. These aircraft have just arrived at the front line, otherwise they would not have the courage to take off to face the German fighter pilots.

However, Hardmann made these Soviet pilots more knowledgeable and made them realize that they were still far from the German pilots after all. Hardmann's plane suddenly sank and made somersaults. The plane was like an eel, with a very slidding hand, and unexpectedly it was about to get rid of all Soviet aircraft intercepted.

Because of its speed, the Ta-152 fighter seemed to rush to the ground, causing a strange idea to flash in everyone's mind: Could this plane have malfunctioned and is about to crash?

Even the German chief aircraft was frightened by Hardman's flight posture at this moment. Could it be that Hardman's plane really had a mechanical failure? It wouldn't be so unlucky, right? These ground crew members were in trouble. The pilots that the head of state had met died of mechanical failure were too pitiful.

Did the Head of State easily meet someone? When the Head of State was young, he met Guderian, and now he was the commander-in-chief of the G Army; the Head of State personally met Renhard, and now he was the second tank killer of the Army; the Head of State also met Pulien, and this big brother had sunk more British battleships than all captains in German history combined...

The altimeter was a little confused. Hardman looked at his instrument panel as if he was watching an aircraft dashing. The altimeter kept beating, the numbers were smaller than the other, and the level meter was even more shaking, indicating that what he was doing was a very dangerous maneuvering action.

But at this moment, something even more troublesome happened to appear. Directly behind Hardman, a Soviet plane happened to aim the nose at him. The most experienced one of these Soviet pilots accurately judged the reverse somersault maneuver that Hardman wanted to perform.

Hardman's body was already pressed on the seat due to overload. He raised his head and watched the sky appear again above his head. He showed a confident smile on his face. As long as the sky is still there, he can fly. But immediately after the plane appeared, another plane was diving and aiming the nose at his enemy plane.

With a frown, Hardman certainly knew what this meant. If he hesitated for a second, the other party would pull the trigger and let the weapons on the wings send bullets into his plane. He would fall one end and would never soar in the sky again.

Can't fly? This is impossible! It was soon after that, Hardman gritted his teeth and once again pushed the joystick to one side, causing the plane to change the flight trajectory again.

Just as Hardman changed his flight trajectory, the Soviet pilot on the opposite side also opened fire violently. The bullet flew under Hardman's fuselage, and magically did not hit the target! If Hardman's reaction was slower by 0.1 second, then he would have to crash into the ground with smoke.

The crisis did not disappear with this evasion. On the contrary, the real crisis has just arrived. Although Hardman avoided the enemy's bullets, he was flying the plane that had just been leveled and continued to descend the altitude. At this time, the altimeter had already shown an undesirable number such as 2,700 meters.

Of course, the numbers on the altimeter are still changing, 2600 meters and 2500 meters. Almost every moment, Hardman's plane will lose 100 meters of flight altitude. Because the Soviet plane with slow speed and smaller turning radius has already surrounded and killed from a distance, it seems that it will not stop until Hardman is shot down.

Hardman did not rush to pull the plane after he overturned. If he climbed at this time, he would be hit by the Soviet fighter who turned around and killed him halfway through. At that time, he was still bitten with his tail, and the situation was not much better than now.

So he stared at the earth directly in front of the plane and continued to dive, using his only altitude to speed up the speed of his plane. However, the lights on the altimeter began to flicker, and the altitude jumped from 2,000 meters to 1,900 meters. I have to say that this is no longer the ideal combat altitude of a Ta-152 fighter. To be precise, unless the Soviet aircraft intends to fly at this altitude, the German aircraft will not easily enter such an altitude to engage in air combat.

But now things did happen. A German pilot took the initiative to lower the altitude and came to this airspace where the attack aircraft would mostly enter. And it seemed that the German pilot was not satisfied because he was still diving at an extremely fast speed and descending his altitude.

1700 meters, 1500 meters! 1000 meters! The numbers on the altimeter reminded Hardman how dangerous the altitude is now. However, the Soviet planes that were getting farther and farther behind also proved how amazing the speed of the German plane was. It was a little bit short of it! It was a little short of it! Hardman was silently thinking in his heart, staring at the ground that was constantly approaching.

He clearly saw the farmland, the burning craters, the abandoned Soviet tanks, and the houses emitting smoke. At this time, the altimeter had dropped to 500 meters, and he even heard the sound of the long-distance plane calling to him to pull up. The sound seemed a little panicked and a little hysterical.

Hardman laughed. Although the 500-meter flight altitude was low enough for the Luftwaffe pilot, it was at least enough for a competitive pilot like him. At this time, the two Soviet planes that were removed by the long plane rushed to the position to open fire. Hardman once again controlled the plane and rolled and dodged.

"He is going to commit suicide!" A Soviet pilot who watched the German plane roll and dodge after opening fire, screamed in surprise. Needless to say, the American P-40 fighter in his hand, which had increased a lot, even when he was flying a slower i-16 fighter, he did not dare to easily make maneuvering actions at an altitude of 500 meters.

With the dive and rolling movements, Hardman's height had fallen to 200 meters. He saw even more wonderful scenery when he rolled. He saw the grass and abandoned trenches, and the rolling hills were infinitely close to his aircraft hood - the sky of Hardman, as long as his feet were not standing on the ground, it would be counted!

He shouted loudly and pulled up the plane after rolling. The ta-152 fighter still reacted so sharply. When he was about to hit the hills, he suddenly looked up and sprayed out a light blue smoke. The engine roared back to the sky full of white clouds.

The Soviet fighter's siege and blockade obviously did not have any effect. They chased each other in the distance, but found that their plane was getting farther and farther away from the target. After completing a series of complex flight maneuvers, the German plane was slowly recovering to its height. It was a dream to get the best attack position just now.

Even if it happens again, who can guarantee that it will not be fooled by this German pilot with exaggerated flight maneuvers? Just as the Soviet plane was chasing the German wingman, the German fighter's chief aircraft had shot down another cover Soviet plane and completed a beautiful attack.

Two new aircraft were shot down, and the Soviet planes no longer had a fight. They broke away from contact with German aircraft and began to scatter in the distance. This was not the first time they had fled in a panic. The Soviet pilots had long since no emotional barriers were left in their hearts. They skillfully dispersed their formation, making it impossible for German pilots to achieve too many results even if they were chased.

"The chief aircraft called the wingman! The chief aircraft called the wingman! Can you hear my voice? Can you hear my voice?" The chief aircraft's voice came again in the headphones, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness.

"Can you hear it!" Hardman knew that he might have been a little too big this time, so he smiled bitterly and turned on the phone and answered.

"Return! Let's settle the score with you when you go back!" Chang Ji said angrily.

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