But then a question appeared in Kondo's mind. The oil meter of his fighter jet was normal, so where did the smell of gasoline come from?

Could it be that in the previous battle, No. 214 Messerchmitt was hit and leaked oil?

It must be that the Chinese fighter jets leaked oil.

Kondo remembered that he had just heard the sound of raindrops hitting the glass. Because of this, the glass in the cockpit looked blurred.

Thinking of this, Kondo was overjoyed. He was worried that the glass would break and the cold in the winter sky would lead to the difficulty of fighting in the future. Now that he knew that the opponent's fuel tank was leaking oil and it was very leaking, he would definitely not last long, and he calmed down again in panic.

Kondo reached out to open the lock of the nacelle cover, put on the goggles, gently pushed the nacelle cover back, and the nacelle cover slipped back, pressing it against the back of the machine. Suddenly, a stronger smell of gasoline poured into his nostrils, choking him and almost vomiting.

He looked back at No. 214, Messer Schmidt quickly chased after him. Kondo quickly turned around at a small angle to get rid of it, but the next second, Kondo vaguely felt something was wrong. He turned around again and finally saw clearly that the entire fuselage wing was filled with gasoline.

It doesn't look like oil leakage.

It's like splashing oil.

At this moment, Kondo was anxious, angry and afraid. The Chinese poured oil on his fighter plane. What did he want to do? Fire Attack?
Chapter completed!