With the dive, the scope in front of the cabin of Hardman's aircraft was sieging a Soviet plane that was besieging the squadron leader's plane. The crosshairs on the sight pressed on the cabin of the aircraft. Although the position of the aircraft was adjusted to the left and right, Hardman still adjusted his flight angle bit by bit, causing the Soviet plane to be pressed by the marks on the sight.

He did not rush to open fire, as if he felt that he was not sure that he had hit the Soviet plane that he had not yet known that he had become prey. The distance was brought closer by him at a very fast speed. The two planes instantly became only three or four hundred meters away from more than two thousand meters.

Hardman gently pulled the fire trigger, causing the shaft cannon to roar, but because he just gently touched the firing device with his finger for a moment, the shaft cannon only fired two shells.

This was a classic point-shooting shot. Two 30mm caliber axle cannon shells cut through the air. One shot hit the front engine compartment of the US-made P-40 fighter, and another shot hit the side of the cockpit of the aircraft that connected to the wings.

The most ammunition-saving attack is also the most effective attack. It may be that Hardman's luck is really good, and of course it may be that the pilots in this plane were too lucky. The two shells and one shell destroyed the engine of the P-40 aircraft, causing the plane to immediately emit black smoke. One shell penetrated the wing part of the aircraft and damaged the control device of the flap.

In just a short assault, Hardman shot down an opponent's plane for the first time in the air. Moreover, the shooting down process was extremely sophisticated, not like a novice who had just begun flying an aircraft.

Just when everyone thought that Hardman's plane rushed through the Soviet plane like other dive-attacking German planes, and then pulled up and climbed in the distance, a shocking scene appeared. The Soviet pilot seemed to have forgotten to breathe at this moment, but just raised his head mechanically and watched the German plane with a black nose perform above his head.

Hardman made a mistake in his feet and controlled the plane's flap to adjust the position. The plane he controlled began rolling slightly clumsyly. The Ta-152's rolling movement was not smooth, which also caused the plane to lose some speed once it entered the rolling movement.

So Hardman's plane slowed down, and what was even more terrifying was that when the slowdown was made, Hardman actually aimed the nose at another Soviet plane - the plane flew behind the Soviet plane that had just fallen, and it was obviously the wingman of the plane.

The pilot in the Soviet wingman was already shocked by the violent maneuvering movements of the German plane. He watched in horror as the other plane had approached a very terrifying distance. He even felt that he could see the rivets on the other plane and hear the howling of the other plane's engine.

But what scared him even more was that the opponent's nose was spraying with flames, and the tracer bullets were dragging straight lines towards him. Then his cockpit glass was smashed, and then he knew nothing.

Isn't this a dream? The plane rolled and fired, and could actually hit the other party's plane accurately? When everyone's brains obviously started running, the memory was insufficient, Hardman's plane passed by the fire ball formed by the explosion of the Soviet plane, and the wingtips even cut the steaming flames and pulled out a trace of light smoke.

Hardman flew over the Soviet fighter formation and even used a reverse flight posture again. Then as his height decreased, he made another inverted somersault and changed his plane to a flat flight state not far away.

He did not rush to climb, but while increasing his height, he circled at a high angle and turned back. At this time, several Soviet planes had not yet come back to their senses, and they still wanted to eat the German plane that was trapped in a heavy siege and had some problems.

Originally, the German aircraft's attack method was to rely on high-speed dive approaching and run away after a fight. This trick could be said to be a rogue, but because of the speed difference between the planes of the two sides, the Soviet pilots had almost no good response. But now who could have thought that the German aircraft that had just shown its flight skills did not climb up the height, but flew back in a flat range?

Diving attack and climbing. Although the trick is rogue and effective, the disadvantage is that the attack is not strong. It takes a long time to prepare for the second attack after one attack - so these Soviet aircraft dared to continue besieging the squadron leader's faulty aircraft. No one expected that the German aircraft did not climb according to the routine.

At this time, Hardman had already bitten another Soviet plane. If the Soviet planes were surrounded by fish, the Ta-152 fighter that Hardman was flying was a black shark wandering outside the fish. Of course, the black shark was going to eat people, and Hardman was killing at this moment.

"Shuo! Shuo! Shuo!" Another short fire, Hardman's shell seemed to be priceless. He did not fire easily, and every fire was very short. However, because he was very close to his target, the three shells accurately drilled into the tail of the Soviet aircraft.

Seeing black smoke starting to emerge from the tail of the other party's aircraft, Hardman knew that the 30mm caliber shell had caused fatal damage to the other party's aircraft. So he did not pause and immediately pulled the plane off, pointing the nose to the blue sky. The blue sky and white clouds seemed to be embracing him. This is his field and his world.

In less than 2 minutes, Hardman had shot down three Soviet planes. The shock that this moment brought him was no less than that of his opponent. He felt his body trembling slightly, and he felt his excitement.

The competitive spirit buried deep in his bones burned again. At this moment, he felt that shooting down his opponent in the sky was more exciting than rushing to the finish line. Hardman's heart was singing. He seemed to be able to feel his pores expanding, and adrenaline made his senses sharper. He liked the feeling at this moment. He now knew that the real battlefield was still exciting and satisfying.

"Yo... roar! Oh!" Hardman shouted a long voice that reflected his mood. He drove the plane to climb at a high speed, but he did not climb to a high place to get rid of the opponent's entanglement. Instead, he made a somersault and killed it back as fast as possible. He was reluctant to waste every minute and every second he was in the sky. He wanted to save time to experience this crazy flight.

Once again, the Soviet pilots finally knew that if they continued to get entangled with the malfunctioning German plane, they would be shot down here soon. So two Soviet planes flew out of the formation and faced Hardmann in the distance.

"Stand up! Squadron Captain! I'm here!" Hardman shouted with a telephone, and then he saw two Soviet planes rushing towards him while firing. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, because he believed in his flight skills and believed that under this sky, no one could challenge his authority. He is the god of this field, the undefeated god.

He gently pulled the joystick and made the plane climb up a little, avoiding the oncoming Soviet plane shells. Then he did not level the plane, but immediately let the plane dive and returned to the altitude where the two Soviet planes were. His plane was faster, diving and climbing were more flexible. Before the two Soviet planes could adjust the angle, they found that their opponent had returned to the original plane.

Hardman came to rescue people. His main purpose was to help the squadron leader get rid of the siege of Soviet aircraft, so he was not in a hurry to eliminate the two Soviet aircraft that came to interfere with him. Instead, he used the speed and altitude difference to shake off the opponent and rushed towards the Soviet aircraft formation further away.

"Be careful! Be careful! He broke through us! He went to you!" The pilot of a Soviet plane loudly reminded his companions because he saw the German plane with a black nose whizzing past not far below his plane, and rushed towards the Soviet plane formation behind him without looking back.

However, his reminder obviously did not play the role it should have. Just a few dozen seconds later, a Soviet plane fell from the sky with long black smoke. The German plane that was surrounded at this time was completely in danger. Because beside him, a German plane that looked like a black god of death shone in the sun, making the surrounding Soviet planes shivering.

The two German planes began to recover their altitude, and soon reached an altitude of 8,000 meters. It was relatively safer. The squadron leader also began to take the opportunity to organize his cockpit, but Hardman's voice came from his headphones, which made his face filled with uncontrollable joy.

"Captain of the Squadron! I'll go down and kill all these Soviets and then go back with you!" After Hardman said that, he gently pushed his joystick and let the plane dive at a very soft angle.

A total of twelve Soviet fighters have been shot down by Hardman. Apart from the two i-16 fighters hovering at low altitudes, there are only 6 Soviet fighters that can fight Hardman. It seems that they are unwilling to give up the opportunity to be singled by German fighters and want to try to shoot down Hardman with 6 aircraft.

Turning on the engine's afterburner, the engine of the ta-152 fighter roared more happily, and the speed increased again. Hardmann resolutely rushed towards the Soviet plane that was coming.

Looking at the wingman leaving, the squadron leader suddenly remembered a group of words that describe the pilot: Top Gun!
Chapter completed!