Imperial Overlord

The latest German TA-152 fighter can fly at a terrifying speed of 750 kilometers per hour at a suitable altitude.

Such a speed can completely crush any fighter in this era, including the first few models of the Mustang P-51 fighter that has not yet been born, and it is not an opponent at all.

What's more terrifying is that because of the use of high-quality high-octane gasoline, the handling performance of this fighter is more terrible and the flight speed is faster.

The German fighter pilots who flew the fighter were lucky, their enemies were very unfortunate.

At the height of the clouds, in the slightly bumpy cockpit of the patrol fighter, the young German fighter pilot bored out his notebook and wrote down the patrol record.

No enemy aircraft were found in the corresponding airspace, and their patrol results did not differ from those detected by ground-based radars.

In fact, although radar can replace the work of patrolling the airspace, taking off fighter jets to patrol is still something that fighter units must do.

On the one hand, it is often too late to take off fighter jets immediately after the radar detects the enemy aircraft; on the other hand, the detection results of the radar in this era are also inaccurate.

Twenty years later, when radar is relatively mature, low-altitude flight penetration is still an effective means of evading radar attacks, let alone 41 years now.

"Report No. 06! I didn't see anything!" After a long silence in the headset, someone finally spoke.

They really didn't see anything, the weather was fine today, and the clouds were even pitiful.

The German aircraft soared at an altitude of more than 7,000 meters, and did not find any intrusion of enemy aircraft at all.

Yesterday, before their mission, they were reminded by countless people that the Soviet fighter pilots in the Kursk region were ferocious and had to be careful.

But today, their patrols did not find any provocative opponents, which made everyone's hearts relaxed somewhat.

For everyone, the Soviet Air Force's avoidance of war is definitely a good sign. At least they don't have to face the tragic aerial combat during their first actual combat patrol.

"No enemy plane was found on No. 1..." While controlling his own plane, the young German pilot also repeated a sentence.

But before he finished speaking, he heard a loud reminder from the ground command in the earphone: "Attention! Attention! Your left front! The radar found the target! The left front! The radar found the target! Pay attention! Pay attention!"

The repeated reminders over and over made everyone nervous. Keeping his record book, the young German fighter pilot looked to his left front position.

He didn't see any enemy planes, and no one reminded him whether the enemy planes were still there or not. He just looked hard, trying to tell from the sky where the enemy plane was.

"Wingman! Wingman! I have found the enemy plane! Follow me! Start diving! Start diving!" In the independent communication channel, the commander's command suddenly came.

Subconsciously, the young pilot, who didn't even see the enemy, hurriedly pushed his plane's joystick and let his nose start to tilt down.

"Leader! I can't see the enemy plane! Where are they?" the nervous young pilot asked in a weeping voice as he let his fighter dive.

This is the first time he has participated in a battle, and it is also the first time that he has felt the pressure brought by the real battlefield.

In school, he was the best pilot. He can perform the toughest flying maneuvers and has participated in several school air combat simulations.

It's a pity that, now that he participated in the actual combat for the first time, he was still in a panic and could only let his unease spread in his heart.

As the nose swooped down, he felt as if someone pushed him behind him, and his plane, along with him, began to swoosh down.

The roar of the engine made him nervous, and he pushed his joystick, feeling as if he couldn't hear anything else.

"Hu, hu, hu!" In his ears, there was only the sound of his own anxious gasps, and his eyes were constantly searching for the exact position of his lead plane in the sky.

It's a pity that, even though he kept looking for it, he still couldn't see any trace of the plane. There were nine other friendly aircraft patrolling with him, but he couldn't see any of them now.

Who am I and where am I? This is a philosophical question. But for the young German pilot, it was a very realistic and cruel question.

He doesn't know where he is, nor does he know where his enemies are. Just like a blind man, he could only look blankly in the sky.

This is the first time he has participated in a battle, and it is also the first time that he has felt the pressure brought by the real battlefield.

In school, he was the best pilot. He can perform the toughest flying maneuvers and has participated in several school air combat simulations.

It's a pity that, now that he participated in the actual combat for the first time, he was still in a panic and could only let his unease spread in his heart.

As the nose swooped down, he felt as if someone pushed him behind him, and his plane, along with him, began to swoosh down.

The roar and vibration of the engine made him nervous, and he pushed his joystick, feeling that he couldn't hear any other sound~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hu, hu, hu! "In his ears, there was only the sound of his own anxious gasps, and his eyes were constantly searching for the exact position of his lead plane in the sky.

It's a pity that, even though he kept looking for it, he still couldn't see any trace of the plane. There were nine other friendly aircraft patrolling with him, but he couldn't see any of them now.

Who am I and where am I? This is a philosophical question. But for the young German pilot, it was a very realistic and cruel question.

He doesn't know where he is, nor does he know where his enemies are. Just like a blind man, he could only look blankly in the sky.

"Hu, hu, hu!" In his ears, there was only the sound of his own anxious gasps, and his eyes were constantly searching for the exact position of his lead plane in the sky.

It's a pity that, even though he kept looking for it, he still couldn't see any trace of the plane. There were nine other friendly aircraft patrolling with him, but he couldn't see any of them now.

Who am I and where am I?