Imperial Overlord

The leader of the German ME-109 fighter began to swerve to lure and evade the attack of the machine gun shooters on the Soviet aircraft.

On the Soviet IL-2 attack plane, the pilot responsible for driving the plane, Zaitsev, was trying to control the plane so that he would not become a target for the Germans.

He had just witnessed his friendly fighter jet being shot down by the Germans. The shells hit the wings and fuselage of the plane, and even penetrated the bulletproof steel plate.

The IL-2 attack aircraft had cockpit bulletproof steel plates, which provided very reliable protection for Soviet pilots.

However, it is impossible for these steel plates to help the Soviet aircraft resist the attack of the German 20mm caliber cannon at a distance of about 200 meters.

Even the MG-FF cannon with a somewhat pitted ballistic trajectory cannot be stopped by a steel plate with a thickness of more than ten millimeters.

However, because of these steel plates, the German machine guns seem to be of little use. The bullet hit Zaitsev's fuselage just now, hitting the bulletproof steel plate with a crisp sound.

This gave Zaitsev great confidence, making him believe that he still has a little chance of winning at this time-although the odds are not big, but after all, there is still a little bit.

"The other plane has always been attacking, and the other plane is only acting as a distraction." Zaitsev shouted to his comrades behind him: "Keep an eye on that enemy plane, and don't let him attack us. Chance!"

While shouting to his comrades, he swayed his plane left and right. This swing cannot be regular, because if the opponent masters the law, it is very easy to find an attack path.

In this state, the machine gun shooter sitting in the back row can only imagine the accuracy of the hit.

He was sitting on a wobbly boat, throwing stones at a distant target that was also wobbly.

If he wants to hit the opponent in a difficult situation, he can only cause trouble for the opponent and make the opponent less comfortable when attacking.

Of course, if it's possible and the luck really hits the bandit, that's even better.

In this case, after reloading his newly acquired ammunition, he aimed his machine gun at the rapidly approaching German aircraft in the distance.

The circle of sights bumped up and down on the plane of the chair, and the plane of the other party swayed from the left to the right for a while, and there was no shooting angle at all.

But he didn't need to pursue perfection either, he had plenty of ammunition anyway. So he simply opened fire and used dense bullets to intimidate the opponent's plane.

The tracers rubbed the opponent's fighter's wings and flew away, and because of the misalignment, the remaining ammunition was getting further and further away from the German fighter.

Then, all of a sudden, the machine gunner felt his plane veer in the other direction, as if avoiding something.

He saw something penetrated the tail of his plane, and then another beam of light flew past his eyes, traversing the fuselage in front of him, leaving a huge hole in it.

Before the tracer's trajectory disappeared, he felt that the steel plate beside him was hit by something like a hammer.

The steel plate deformed and shattered, and a huge shell flew into his cockpit. Accompanied by shards of steel plates flying everywhere, tearing at his body.

Various fragments pierced the machine gun shooter's chest, pierced his abdomen, pierced his thighs, and shattered his leg bones and spine.

He vomited out a stream of blood in an instant, and then he saw his abdomen and his intestines rolled out.

Blood gushed out from his nostrils, and then his head lost the strength to support it, and the boundless darkness spread before his eyes, and even the pain seemed to be blurred.

Zaitsev knew that his plane had been hit, and he even knew that his lungs had been pierced by a shell from the side.

Knowing the ending, all he can do now is to press the switch for dropping bombs and drop all the bombs.

Although there may be nothing on the ground under his feet, and these bombs may not hurt a German soldier, he still threw them all down.

Then his plane shattered, the wood tail broke in two, and the sturdy air tank couldn't withstand the ravages of the 20mm cannon.

"Cough!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his leather jacket red. The air in the cabin was biting, and the clothes on his body seemed to have lost their ability to keep warm.

The scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and even Zaitsev could no longer see the earth and sky directly in front of him.

During the process of rolling and falling, Mother Earth in the distance embraced him, which made him feel a trace of warmth.

"I'm here..." Zaitsev said silently like this, or he might just think about it in his heart - it's not easy for him to move his mouth in his current state~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

In the end, he saw the ground pounce on his plane, and even though his eyes were blurred, he still saw it all happen.

"It crashed!" Above the sky, the German wingman pilot who had succeeded in the attack tore off the oxygen mask on his face and reported to his long flight.

"I saw at least 5 shells hit and if it didn't crash, then it must be a tank." The lead pilot saw the crash of the enemy plane, and he was also in a mood of ridicule.

It is courting death to ridicule in battle. After you have won a victory, it is a good way to liven up the atmosphere.

The wingman pilot was obviously satisfied with his second record ever, and excitedly asked for instructions on the radio: "I want to fly one more lap and take a look at the crashed wreckage."

"It's no problem...Follow me down to a low altitude!" Two German fighter jets with bright yellow identification marks on their noses roared and began to lower their altitude.

In the area where they circled, the residue of an IL-2 attack aircraft on the ground was burning and exploding, setting off billowing black smoke.

"On the 16th, we'll go back when we've seen enough, there's not much fuel left." After looking at his fuel gauge, the lead pilot reminded.

The wingman pilot is also very kind. He doesn't want to be overjoyed and sad, and the fuel consumption is ruined in the wilderness.

The two German fighter planes began to climb again, flying little by little towards the clouds. Here is the sky they rule, everything seems to be dominated by them.

Soon, the two planes turned into two inconspicuous spots on the cloud level, and the old planes on the ground were still burning.

Everything that happened here has come to an end. The fierce aerial battle just now was just the most inconspicuous piece of the entire battle.

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