Imperial Overlord

The attack of the ME-109E fighter was too early. Seeing that the opponent had not yet entered the attack range, the German novice pilots fired early, which attracted the attention of the opponent.

White discovered that his plane was being attacked, and the attack forced White to give up his plan to continue the climb. At this time, he can only perform lateral maneuvers to get rid of the opponent's charge.

"I was chased by me just now, but now I dare to come back and provoke me!" White controlled his plane and avoided the other party's shells.

He is still not flustered, because in his thoughts, he just chased and killed his German plane, and it may not be nearby at this time.

After all, this is a chaotic air battle, and it doesn't happen often that three planes chase and kill an enemy plane at the same time.

Taking advantage of his own fighter's small turning radius, White drove the Spitfire with a nice turn and passed the rushing ME-109E fighter.

Then, he adjusted the knowledge of flying, ready to shoot down the enemy plane, and then find another opportunity to return to the battle circle.

Seeing the attack of the friendly novice pilots, Heinz Barr commented regretfully: "The attack was too early."

Because the other party was a novice pilot, even Barr could see it, so he didn't ask too much, but after making a comment, he drove his FW-190B and rushed to the distant target.

British pilot White, who was just about to go after the ME-109E fighter jet, spotted two German fighter jets following him earlier this time.

"Haunted!" After a similar feeling emerged in White's mind, in a suitable position, he flew his own plane and began to continue turning.

The turning action of the Spitfire is very smooth. When the whole action is completed, the turning radius is almost twice as small as that of the German fighter.

Such a huge advantage was also used by British pilots to throw off each other's fighter jets, just as German fighter pilots used rolls to throw off British fighter pilots.

When White continued to make a turn, what was unexpected was that Barr, driving his fighter, suddenly accelerated and maneuvered under White, and then recovered and pulled up.

This is a classic chasing action, known as loYOYO, which is a standard "trick" of using vertical maneuvers to cut corners and shorten the attack distance.

When using this technology, you must be surprised, or when you are covered by other friendly aircraft, otherwise it is easy for the opponent to seize the opportunity and shoot down at a more reasonable altitude.

Speaking of which, this tactic is to give up his own energy first, release potential energy and take shortcuts to seek a short attack moment. If the opponent takes precautions, then this action is equivalent to giving up his height and potential energy in advance, and he will be at an obvious disadvantage.

The reason why Baal dared to use "Low Yoyo" to take a shortcut and attack in advance is because he is extremely confident on the one hand, and on the other hand, because he has his own wingman!

It is such a bully. There is no wingman's cover in the air battle, and sometimes he has to endure the opponent's various originally flawed and arrogant tactics alone.

At this time, White felt this way. He really wanted to yell shamelessly, and then fly the plane with an ascending broken S to educate the other party.

But he knew that there was another German fighter staring at the side. At this time, he changed the flight attitude of turning and began to maneuver upwards. He would inevitably lose speed and become a target.

At this moment, he could only grit his teeth and let his plane expand the turning radius. Use the sudden change of the route to offset the short attack opportunity found by Baal behind him with the "low yoyo" maneuver.

After such a short round of fighting, the two sides had a deep understanding of each other. Barr knew that the pilot he was chasing was definitely a formidable guy, and White knew that the two enemy planes behind him were not rookies.

Looking at the ME-109E fighter jet that had left in the distance and was looking for other British aircraft to attack, White felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

The plane that had been his prey had now flown into the distance. And he himself has now become the prey, helplessly circling in the gray sky.

While leveling his flight attitude, White steered the plane to the place where the air battles were most intense.

Because at this time, he already knew very well that relying on himself to get rid of the pursuit of the two enemy planes was an impossible task. He could only use the cover of other friendly aircraft to deal with the opponent.

"Want to leave? How easy is it?" Barr said in his mouth while manipulating his fighter jet to catch up with the opponent, "He's really a tough guy."

He has never encountered such a thing before. After a entanglement, the other party did not leave him any chance to open fire.

As if encountering a good opportunity to exercise, he drove his beloved FW-190B fighter, roaring the engine to catch up with the Spitfire ahead.

"Damn it!" White felt the pressure of the two German fighter jets behind him in the cabin of his plane.

This thick fighter is not the same as the dexterous ME-109E fighter. It can almost be said to be the nemesis of the Spitfire at this stage!

In the airspace below 6400 meters, the FW-190B fighter has an overwhelming speed advantage over the Spitfire.

To put it simply, in this airspace, it is about 60 kilometers faster than the other party. This speed gradually narrowed the distance between the two sides, and White had to find a way to continue to maintain the distance between the two sides.

While steering his plane to swing left and right, White was looking for an opportunity to get rid of the opponent's entanglement, so that the opponent could not lock his trajectory and launch a long-distance attack.

There were more and more planes in front of him, and the tracer bullets left in the sky in the melee between the two sides seemed to be as dense as the cobwebs in front of him after he got into the woods.

The engine is still desperately outputting its own power, allowing the fighter to fly fast in the sky. Sitting in the cockpit, watching the dashboard shake slightly, White felt the tension of being chased and killed.

Of course, he doesn't like this kind of tension, and no one likes the feeling of being chased and killed. Especially... the feeling of being chased and unable to fight back...

Just as White was flying his own plane and wanted to fly back to the chaotic battle circle and seek cover, he saw a picture that made him desperate.

One Hurricane after another was sieved by German fighter jets before crashing into the icy sea.

The parachute pilot, the parachute was pierced by a stray bullet, the person hanging below shouted in horror, looking at his expression as if he could hear his desperate cry.

Farther away, in a chaotic engagement, the planes on both sides were intertwined, and tracers flew everywhere. Who could provide any cover for White?

The most frustrating thing was that White saw that at least 60 newly arrived German fighter jets rushed out from the height of the clouds and joined the battle group.

The British **** fighter force, which was already at a disadvantage, seemed to be defeated by this force in an instant, and the radio was full of calls for retreat.

"It's a trap for the Germans! It's a trap for them!" a pilot's voice shouted in his earphones, and it could be heard that he was also in despair of being hunted down.

White saw a German fighter jet painted yellow on its nose fly horizontally overhead, smashing the wing of a distant Hurricane fighter in two.

If that's all, the British Air Force seems to have a little bit of hope at this time, at least their bomber unit flew close to the port of Brest.

But the really desperate thing happened there, when more than 30 German fighter jets, who had arrived for reinforcements, smashed into the Wellington bomber fleet, and it turned into a carnage.

As if hunting, densely packed German fighter jets rushed into the Royal Air Force's bomber fleet from both up and down directions.

The Wellington bomber began to explode and fall in an instant, and the voices of crying on the radio came one after another, just like **** on earth.

There were not many pilots like White, and the British novice pilots who were barely able to fly by themselves were in most cases assigned to fighter units.

In the bomber unit, there are only ten pilots who have actually bombed Germany, and most of them are new pilots who can no longer be new.

Those who are responsible for self-defense machine guns on the plane are even more pitiful. Many people are going to the sky for the first time, and it is absolutely ridiculous to expect them to defeat German aircraft.

"Commander! Call the commander!" White pressed the radio button and called out loudly to his commander.

He hoped that his commander could save him, at least provide him with some cover, so that he could escape the entanglement of the other party.

But on the radio, no one answered his call. Maybe because the channel has been messed up, maybe because the commander has been shot down.

White's earphones were distracted by the shouts of the Wellington bomber unit. The other party was obviously prepared in Brest to be able to take off so many planes to intercept.

"Commander! Commander! We've got a plan! If we keep going, we'll be wiped out here!" White shouted loudly on the intercom, regardless of whether the other party could hear him or not.

Just as he was speaking into his microphone, in front of the distant Wellington bomber group, another formation of German fighter jets rushed over, they took off from the distant French occupation area.