Imperial Overlord

"Teaching No. 1, Teaching No. 1, please answer if you hear me! Please answer me if you hear me." In the cockpit of a fighter jet, a young pilot controls his plane and flies smoothly in the yellow sand. There was a sound in his earphones, rapid and frequent.

"I'm Teaching No. 1, I can hear your voice! It's very clear." The pilot answered the call to his ground control tower over the radio.

Following this training plane is another fighter jet, the trainer plane that accompanies him and is responsible for assessing his driving skills.

"The port of Sirte needs support. You are the closest to there. Go there and have a look. It's over!" What was sent in the headset was not the content of the training assessment, but a combat order.

"Ground control tower, I am Teaching No. 1. I have no actual combat experience, and I cannot perform temporary combat missions according to regulations. Finished!" Frowning, the pilot of the plane did not immediately execute the order, but opened his mouth to confirm.

"You already have the flight time to perform the mission alone. The training mission is over, and it will be your first combat mission. Done!" The ground tower repeated his order and continued to let him perform the mission.

Then, without waiting for the pilot to continue to say anything, the tower assigned the task: "The trainer is the lead plane, and you are the wingman, and execute the task immediately! Finished!"

"Teaching No. 1 understands! Coach No. 1 understands!" On the radio, the two answered one after the other. An ordinary training mission turned into a combat flight.

Because it was a high-level instructor flying, both planes were carrying ammunition. In the original training plan, the No. 1 teaching plane had to clear its own shells to understand the state of the plane's firing to find its own feeling.

In fact, when it comes to flying skills, the novice pilot of Driving Instruction No. 1 is already very proficient. The only thing he lacks is real combat experience.

The two fighter jets kept at an altitude of 4,000 meters and rushed towards Sirte at a very fast speed. After all, they were driving me-109e fighter jets, which may be the fastest fighter jets in the sky at this moment.

The engine vibrated in the air, and in the enclosed cockpit, the novice pilot felt the sweat oozing from his palms. After all, this was his first time participating in a real air battle. Everything he had learned before had to be tested on the battlefield, so he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Soon, through the glass window directly in front of his fighter, the wingman pilot who followed behind the lead plane, that is, the pilot in Teaching No. 1 fighter jet, saw the fighting port of Sirte.

He saw tracers rushing into the sky, and he saw black dots smaller than sesame passing through the tracers.

The two fighter jets quickly pulled into the actual distance between the two sides. They were not far from Sirte, so they became the first German aircraft to reach the battlefield.

"Command! Command! We have seen Sirte! There are enemy planes over Sirte, and I see signs of engagement." As the lead plane of this mission, the pilot in the trainer confirmed loudly everything you see.

The pilot of the lead plane was a real Air Force fighter pilot, and he was also a pilot with actual combat experience over France.

Although he has not yet achieved a victory since he came to North Africa, it is not because his fighting skills have deteriorated, but because he is mainly responsible for the air defense of the oil field and the port of Sirte.

Now, the British plane appeared in the sky above Sirte, and he was already gearing up in his heart, ready to make a big fight here.

"Expel the other plane! Ensure the safety of the wingman!" In the headset, the command from the ground tower was quickly returned: "In a few minutes, your support will arrive!"

"Teaching No. 1 understands!" After the coach pilot answered this sentence in his intercom, he began to control his fighter to climb to the height: "Wingman! Wingman! Follow me! Climb to an altitude of 5,000 meters, and then prepare to join the battle! "

"Climb up! The wingman understands!" The novice pilot of the wingman repeated his mission command as he pulled the handle and loaded his weapon.

"When I'm diving for a while, I'll bite the enemy plane and cut to a position where it's easier to fire. You follow me... Once I succeed or fail, I'll roll to the right to get rid of it, and you can follow me to the right. ." The lead pilot gave the attack route for a while.

"Dive attack, then roll to the right to escape, the wingman understands!" After repeating the command, the wingman pilot felt his nervous heart jump out of his throat.

At this time, he had already seen the British Swordfish attack aircraft in the distance, and the other party did not seem to see that the German fighter jets had rushed near them.

After all, the anti-aircraft artillery on the ground is too dense, and they have to try to attack weak areas while avoiding these shells.

The most important role of anti-aircraft artillery, on the one hand, is to shoot down the enemy's aircraft, and on the other hand, it interferes with the opponent's bombing angle and route, so that the bombs dropped by the opponent cannot accurately hit the target.

Jamming is effective most of the time, and so is the air defense of warships at sea jamming the enemy's bomb-dropping route, preventing deadly bombs and torpedoes from getting the best throw angle, and that's it.

The Swordfish attack planes hovering and tumbling in the sky were looking for a suitable angle, but they did not find that above their heads, two German fighter jets had already begun to accelerate and dive over.

"Woo... hum..." With the roar of the engine, the two fighter jets tore the airflow one after the other and rushed towards the British fighter jet with a whistling sound. They were also shuttled through the hail of bullets, and it seemed that they might collide at any time. Tracer bullets in general.

"Tutu! Tutu!" The machine guns directly in front of the me-109e fighter's nose and the machine guns behind the propellers began to spit flames, and the violent vibrations were transmitted to the driver, making everything feel so real.

The lead plane's fire suddenly tore open the wing of a Swordfish attack plane its nose was aimed at, leaving dense holes in it.

The bullet that passed through the plane's wing penetrated the fuselage of the Swordfish attack plane, killing the driver inside, and hitting the fuel tank installed on the plane's seat.

The Swordfish comes standard with three pilots, which is an interesting configuration. A pilot, an observer in the middle, followed by a machine gunner are also responsible for operating the communication equipment.

Three people sit in a row in the plane, which is a glorious tradition of the British Royal Naval Air Force. Before World War II, they stubbornly believed that naval aircraft should have at least two pilots...

However, when performing dangerous long-range missions, the Swordfish can eliminate the center observer and install a fuel tank in the center seat to extend the range.

This time, in order to ensure the safety of its fleet, the British Mediterranean Fleet adopted this non-standard configuration scheme.

Therefore, the cannon and machine gun of the me-109e fighter, after piercing the wing, also hit the aircraft, the additional fuel tank behind the driver.

The huge explosion immediately caused the Swordfish attack aircraft to burst open, turning into a splendid flame, and the two pilots who drove the aircraft were also swallowed in the flames.

They may not have imagined that they would die in the raging fire like many Italian soldiers in Benghazi that had attacked before.

After hitting the Swordfish attack plane, the German fighter jets immediately started their own roll, and the novice pilots who followed the lead plane hurriedly left the attack route.

Because there is no way to get away from it, a British plane is on fire and explodes on its flight path, so it can't help but dodge.

A plane was shot down and exploded into pieces in an instant, making British naval aviation pilots suddenly aware of the danger. They saw that the enemy's fighter jets had entered the battle circle, and at this time there was no energy to continue attacking the ground.

Of the remaining 15 British fighters, about 10 had already dropped their bombs, and they did not leave at this time because they wanted to cover the remaining aircraft to drop bombs.

The me-109e fighter jets of the Luftwaffe appeared on the battlefield. These Swordfish attack aircraft without bombs were not in the mood to cover their companions, so they began to fight against the air and expelled the German fighter jets.

Above the fuselage of the Swordfish, like the Stuka dive bomber, is a self-defense machine gun that fires at the rear. Because of the fully open cab, the firing angle of this machine gun is much larger than that of Stuka.

So, when several Swordfish fighters kept in formation, UU read www.uukanshu. The mutual shielding firepower formed by the COM machine guns is still very impressive.

However, in the face of the interference of ground artillery shells, the Swordfish attack aircraft could not form a suitable defensive formation, and the German fighters would not give them the opportunity to easily form a formation.

After the two fighter jets circled in the sky, they rushed to their chosen target again. This time, the novice pilot who followed the long fuselage was not so nervous, and carefully observed the battlefield ahead.

A Swordfish attack plane was hit by anti-aircraft guns on the ground at this time, and it broke in two in the sky. On its side, another fighter jet has become the prey in the long nose.

The flames spewed from the nose pierced through the British plane in front of them at once, and in just a few seconds, two British swordfish attacked and fell from the sky.

"Get out of here! We must get out of here! The German fighter jets are killing us! They are attacking us!" the British pilots shouted desperately over the radio.

And along with their shouts, in the distant sky, a full 20 me-109e fighter jets, organized into neat formations, were making the final preparations before the attack.