Twelve Spitfire fighters got out of the thick smoke and fired whenever they saw the plane. Because their own fighters were all on the periphery of both sides, three Stuka bombers were immediately hit and exploded.

But the Death bomber's air defense firepower is too strong and the barrage area is too large. It is like a large net that is heading towards the air. One fire is hit and explodes directly. The other fire wing is injured. It is impossible to escape from the battlefield. It is wrapped by the firepower net composed of the bomber's air defense machine guns. It rolls and falls, hits the wings of a Death bomber, and falls to the ground together. The pilot parachuted to escape.

"It won't work like this." Zhou Zhihan saw that he broke two firefighters as soon as he came up. He was very anxious and had to change his tactics. If he continued to fight like this, the 304 Squadron would be finished soon. "There are too many enemy planes, and the firefighters stopped diving and attacking, immediately pulled them up into the air and into the smoke, and looked for opportunities on both sides of the enemy planes. Maintain the course and avoid collisions between our own people."

After Zhou Zhihan finished speaking, he opened fire and shot down a Death bomber, but he was also stared at by three Messerschmidts.

There are too many enemy planes, more than 300 fights twenty-three fights, ten fights one and one still have the remaining hat-picking ones.

Facing a strong enemy, the two squadrons of 303 and 304 could not defend and could not fight. At the beginning, they took advantage of shooting down a few aircraft, but in a flash they were entangled by the experienced Messer-Chmitt. They could only find a way to get rid of it, and they could not even disturb the enemy bomber.

When strength is crushed by opponents, all skills are nonsense.

Even if it is as strong as the A214 Spitfire, it can only dodge and move around the bomber.

Go into the bomber group?

That's all movies, and I've watched too many TVs.

If only fifteen or six bombers were over, there were now one hundred, fifteen or sixty bombers. When they got into the group, they were either blown up by machine gun fire or ended up colliding with enemy planes.

Fortunately, there was smoke in the air, and Messerchmitt dared to dive, which was equivalent to strangling their strongest offensive weapon. Therefore, although they were besieged, the 304 and 304 squadrons could still circulate better with their fighter jets and barely deal with their fighting ability. However, they were trapped in their own battles and could no longer form a formation to meet the enemy. Instead, Messerchmitt had at least three chasing one storm or a storm.

"Damn, I'm bitten!"

Hurricane No. 7 was stared at by three Messerschmidts, and his voice revealed panic, swaying left and right to get rid of it, but the three-finger formation composed of three German aircraft always firmly clamped his lifeline and got closer and closer.

Zhou Zhihan shouted: "Fly forward, I'll save you." He said, "As he flew backwards, he volleyed down the long strike in the three-finger formation chasing behind him, and then pulled up again and quickly changed the nose with a clean and half-roll, and half-rolled and half-rolled to occupy the high position. He dived toward the long aircraft chasing Hurricane No. 7. At a distance of 400 meters, he shot out a large deflection angle. A semicircular firepower net was set up behind Hurricane No. 7. The German aircraft's long aircraft chased forward. Before he could find the plague god coming from the air, he was hit by a tracer bullet like a strafing and immediately rolled in black smoke. The other two wingmen quickly rolled to the left and right bottom to avoid the bullet traces.

"Oh yell..."

Hurricane No. 7 escaped from death and screamed to release pressure. If it were normal, he would have been out of the draw, and now he could only grit his teeth and continue to harass the German bomber formation and delay their speed to the beach.

More Messerschmidt recognized the a214 fire, and because of the large number of people, they immediately surrounded them from all directions.

Marshal Goring made a harsh statement. If anyone can shoot down the A214 fire, he will immediately advance.

A214 Spitfire shot down Moldes, captured by the French army, shot down the One Day King, and is now the head of German pilots competing for.

"Sir, more than a dozen enemy planes are on the left and right sides behind you." Hurricane No. 7 bit a bomber isolated by ground cannons, saw Zhou Zhihan's crisis and quickly reminded him loudly.

You still need to say that the a214 number is fire-breathing and running, Madan, why didn’t there be so many people chasing me when I was in school?

Madan, Germany has many aces, don’t you like to fight one-on-one? You don’t have any moral integrity!

Zhou Zhihan didn't have time to complain about the rat's tail juice and pulled it directly into the thick smoke. He now saw that the thing Messerchmidt was most reluctant to go to was in the thick smoke. Because the bomber flew low, the machine gunner fired when he saw the plane getting out of the thick smoke.

In fact, in order to unify the war, Major Adolf Garland, the commander of the German army, also ordered all fighter planes not to enter the smoke in the air. At present, as long as they dive from the thick smoke, it must be the British plane and fire immediately.

Because Messer-Schmitrip was used to ascend into the thick smoke, Adolf Garland, who was commanding behind the aircraft group, was very experienced. He could see that the Spitfire fighter dived from the thick smoke and shot when he saw the plane, which meant that this was the British tactic. So he ordered the bomber's machine gunners to dive from the smoke, they would definitely be British.

Adolf Garland was entrusted with an important task today, and Goring ordered him to command the large clusters to fight, which also demonstrated his position in the Condor Legion.

Adolf Garland saw the A214 fireball from afar. When his enemies met, he was extremely jealous. He was defeated in the last second of the silent battle. He had always been worried about it. If he had not been responsible for the commander-in-chief, he would have been flying a plane to shoot down the A214 fireball. Now he is even worried that the A214 fireball will be shot down by other pilots.

Zhou Zhihan didn't know that in the distance, there were a pair of eagle-like eyes staring at him. He pulled up into the smoke to avoid chasing, but he didn't dare to stay for too long, for fear of colliding with his own people who were also forced into the smoke to avoid hiding, so he rolled and turned around and almost swooped down from his original place.

Stuka's machine gunner did not fire because no one expected that he would dive from where he entered, and everyone looked elsewhere.

Zhou Zhihan himself did not expect that there was no firepower to greet him during the dive, so he shot with a slight shot and harvested another death Stuka, and then pulled it up again into the smoke.

The machine gunner was confused.

Hiding and seeking?

This time, the a214 fire broke out from another place, and shot at a few idiots who were staring at him just lifting the position, and they caught two more.

grass!

It turns out that not talking about martial ethics has the advantage of not talking about martial ethics.

A214 Spitfire opened and accelerated, flying towards Hurricane No. 3. The little Joseph had already had black smoke coming out on the left wing, and there were three Messimettes behind him. In a blink of an eye, the right fuselage had to be rubbed by the tracer bomb and flew with skin.

In front of Messerchmidt, which accounted for the overwhelming number of Messerchmidt, everyone in the 304 and 303 squadrons were caught in a tough battle and were chased to the point where they could not even find a chance to fire. The small man, Joseph, was in the most critical condition and was also closest to the A214 Spitfire.

“Bangbangbang…”

A Mesemismit rushed over from the left side of the fire a214. He was eager to make contributions and opened fire 300 meters away, eager to be the one who shot down the fire a214.

A214 Spitfire, a head that does not lose energy, maneuveres to the upward plane drum, avoids the shells pulled into bullets, and changes the push rod, press the rod, and the wings up and down the sky and earth, flying out a semicircular track, flying around the enemy plane, changing it, pulling up and jumping, the nose sinks slightly, and then shoots out a large deflection angle shot. Two hundred meters behind the tail of Hurricane No. 3, a red bullet trace is swept out. In the flash, a pressure rod rolls, avoiding the four bullet traces that hit from the five o'clock position on the tail plane.

"Bang……"

A Messerchmitt, who was chasing Hurricane No. 3, was hit by the semicircular bullet tracks blasted out of the A214 spitfire. After the fighter made a squeaking sound, the propeller stopped rotating, and black smoke came out of the nose. A strong smell of gasoline filled the entire cockpit, which scared the pilots to open the cabin to parachuting as soon as possible. No matter how many British troops there were on the ground, it was important to escape first.

Hurricane No. 3 picked up a letter and drove the black smoke to the beach. The German aircraft did not chase after him and continued to approach the beach.

Seeing that the A214 fire was deeply trapped in the siege and was still able to kill all sides, Adolf Garland almost spurted fire in his eyes. He tried hard to restrain himself from pushing the throttle valve forward, took a few deep breaths, and moved his eyes away from the A214 fire. Compared with the morale of the Allies on the beach, the A214 fire was insignificant.

Without looking at the position of the afterburner switch, Zhou Zhihan stretched out his index finger to close it, and recovered the throttle valve. He ruddered and pressed the rod. The A214 Spitfire made two rollers to the lower right, avoiding the close-range shooting of the two Messerchmites behind him. The flat rod was changed, and the left rudder drifted, changing the direction of the nose. The throttle valve pushed to the bottom. The A214 Spitfire passed under the belly of the two chasing enemy planes. Then he pulled up and jumped two times in a row, and flew to the lower right of the abdomen of a single Stuka bomber, where the pilot and machine gunner were dead corners. He opened fire and shot down. Seeing the two German pilots who had just chased him, they suddenly burst into cold sweat on their backs, thinking that they had seen a ghost during the day.

In just a moment, two more hurricane fighters were shot down. One Polish pilot parachuted and the other was buried in the sea of ​​fire. One of the fire spitting fire was almost flattened in the direction of the tail, dragging black smoke and catching fire. Fortunately, he left the battlefield and swayed, and it seemed that he was about to fall into the sea.

There were too many enemy planes. Zhou Zhihan watched several Polish pilots fall into desperate situations, but he just couldn't fly over to rescue him. The fire of A214 was like a golden sign. More and more Messerchmit was surrounding him, compressing his space smaller and smaller.
Chapter completed!