The two-plane flew in the opposite direction just now. After more than ten seconds, the distance between them was about five or six kilometers.

Bf    The 109E6's flight speed is close to 600 kilometers, and the fire is slightly slower at this time and is 500 kilometers. The two aircraft are running backwards, as fast as lightning, and they are stretching the distance.

Suddenly, Messerchmitt flew backwards 180 degrees to chase the A214 fire.

The advantage of flying backwards is that it can increase the altitude and turn it into energy, and it rotates quickly. The disadvantage is that if the enemy plane has wingmans, there is almost no defense when flying backwards to the apex, it is easy to be attacked by the enemy wingman.

Marceu has excellent skills, is brave and has a fierce look. If you glance around, you will know that there is no threat.

The A214 Spitfire continued to accelerate forward, eliminating the height advantage that Marceu had established when he flew backwards just now, and his wings continued to sway and constantly provoke.

Faced with the provocation, Marceyu sneered and pushed the throttle valve forward. His Bf       109E6 is a high-speed reconnaissance aircraft with a speed exceeding the A214 fire, and he is getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, the A214 fire was also a strong backward flight of 180 degrees, and immediately formed a two-plane flight with the same track but different altitudes.

He is so brave!

"The Chinese man who drove A214 fire was indeed well-deserved!

It’s just that it’s interesting and exciting to play against the Super Ace!”

Marceyu's brown eyes flashed with a cold light, and his eyes instantly contracted. He sincerely admired the oriental's ability to adapt and courage. The A214 fire spit was indeed beyond his expectations. This 180-degree backfly flew neatly and quickly occupied a high position.

Just now, Messerchmitt chased the A214 fire at the same height, but the A214 fire suddenly flew backwards at a strong 180-degree angle, quickly occupying the high position of the flying attack, with a slightly advantage.

After turning the nose, the A214 Spitfire stopped swaying the wings left and right. This is the perfect combination of experienced experience and superb technology.

Marceyu looked cold and sneered on the corner of his lips: "What can you do with experience? What can you do with superb skills?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Messerchmitt made two upward jumps in a row. In an instant, the nose of the aircraft was slightly pressed down, aiming at the nose of the A214 Spitfire to adjust the shooting advance. At this time, the distance between the two aircraft was only seven or eight hundred meters. He pressed the cannon button with his thumb, ready to fire.

This two consecutive lifting and jumping are Marceyu's specialty. It is rare to be a pilot who can be a single lifting and jumping. At present, he has never seen anyone else do it except himself, which is one of the reasons why he is unruly.

For example, he was the day before yesterday when he called Captain Minsberg, the commander of the squadron. If someone else had changed, he would have been punished and sent to be a vanguard infantry.

He once flew over the flight stunt for Marshal Keselin who came to inspect. He refused to put the landing gear when he was three meters above the ground, and used the wing tip to lift a towel on the bamboo pole. He was deeply appreciated by the Marshal and won numerous applause on the spot.

Suddenly, Marceyu's face changed drastically, and the coldness in his eyes was no longer there, and he was replaced by incredible and fear: "How is this possible? How is this possible? He can actually make three consecutive jumps, how did he do it? Is he a human or a god?"

Almost as Marceyu made two upward jumps in a row, the A214 Spitfire made three upward jumps in a row, occupying the high position again, and pressed down slightly, aiming at Messerchmitt's nose, instantly completing the shooting advance.

What shocked Marceyou even more was that after his two consecutive pull-ups and jumps, although the fighter could occupy a high position instantly, his speed and energy were relatively weakened a lot. However, the opponent's three consecutive pull-ups and jumps did not decrease at all, and it seemed that he had the potential to continue to pull up and jump up.

At this time, the two machines were four hundred meters apart, and Messerchmitt had no energy to pull up and jump.

Marceyu knew that he was powerless to turn the world around. He could clearly see the slight physical movements of the A214 Fire Spitfire pilot, and pressed the machine gun firing button. He opened fire.

After pressing and holding the machine gun fire button, Zhou Zhihan also saw the thin and handsome face of Messerchmidt's pilot. Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen this face in a military magazine. It was a famous ace, but he could no longer remember the name.

No matter who he is, he has already opened fire, and the advance meter in front of the nose of the machine is hit in the cabin, and the opponent can only die.

"Click!"

When I heard a muffled sound from my body, an ominous premonition poured into Zhou Zhihan's heart.

Sure enough, after the A214 fire spitting out a violent tremor, no flames gushed out in front of the machine head.

The eight machine guns of A214 fire-breathing fire were stuck at the same time.

In an instant, Zhou Zhihan's brain buzzed, and immediately made a pull-up and jump away, and accelerated to fly forward. At this moment, he understood that his machine gun was rigged again and was stuck at the same time.

The eight machine guns were stuck at the same time, and there was only one explanation, that is, they were once again covered.

Now I can only find a way to escape.

Zhou Zhihan was extremely angry. If the person who gave him a trick again was in front of him, he could knock him into a meat paste.

He thought that after Billy died, the people who wanted to harm him should be restrained, but he became even more aggressive and dared to get all eight machine guns stuck. How anxious he should be to hurt him.

Hans-Joachim Marceu was closing his eyes and waiting to die. After three seconds, he still heard the sound of bullets and the sound of exploding the cockpit hood. He opened his eyes in horror and doubt, but found that there was no trace of A214 fire spitting in front of him. In an instant, he judged that A214 fire spitting was stuck.

As a top pilot, Marceyou could tell from Zhou Zhihan's slight physical movement that he pressed the machine gun to fire button and fired. If the machine gun sounded, it would be stuck.

Marceyu was ecstatic. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The airborne weapons of the fighter were far more complex than those of the Army's machine gun rifles. Once a bullet was stuck, it could only be manually eliminated after the plane landed.

Marceu found the direction of the A214 Spitfire escape in just two seconds. He was not fast at this time, so he quickly turned the nose at a small angle and accelerated forward. After the fighter's speed was fully up, he turned on the accelerator to increase the speed to the extreme. Even if he chased to the British airport, he would still shoot down the A214 Spitfire.

The sun was red in the evening, and the blue sky was almost transparent and endless. The white condensation trails left by the two fighters hung in the blue sky like a chaotic waterfall, making it look ethereal and mysterious.

Shortly after the two fighters left, a strange scene suddenly appeared in the wilderness below them just now. A small piece of open space appeared among the bushes and thorns, and then gradually became larger...

After a few minutes, the large open space shrank rapidly again, and disappeared completely in just a few dozen seconds.
Chapter completed!