The No. 214 fire was 1,000 meters away and continued to shoot at the plum-style striking striking striking pisanco. The red rain of bullets was very dazzling against the background of the blue sky.

Zhou Zhihan's move was not about killing, but about disturbing the enemy.

In the air, bomb rain is like a lion cheetah to a pilot. The latter is always guarding against the former and always has awe.

Pisanko forced himself to fly backwards, and then he saw the purple-light muzzle under the nose of the yellow Messerchmitt on the side, and he instantly fell into an ice cellar - I just lived for a few more seconds.

Pisanko could even see the surprise in the eyes of the Messerchmitt pilot, and the subtle changes in his limbs when the cannon fires the button on his thumb tower.

Only those who are dying can realize this change.

But a few seconds later, Pisanko changed his previous thoughts. He saw the 214th Spitfire Head continuously flashing with bullets. At this moment of life and death, Pisanko saw that there was hesitation in the eyes of the plum pilot who had bit himself to death on the side.

This is the hesitation of life and death.

Pisanko felt his heartbeat had reached his throat, but his brain was surprisingly calm, and at the critical moment he pushed the rod to the end rather than the rod.

The pressing rod is insufficient in energy and the side rolls are not fast enough.

Putting the fighter instantly increases energy and falls down at a very fast speed.

The plum-style fire was opened dozens of meters away, and cold stars rushed over.

"Crazy..."

Pisanco's tail navigation light was broken.

"Ula..."

The sound of comrades celebrating his rebirth came to his ears.

Celebration overwhelmingly.

Immediately afterwards, a big fireball appeared in the aftermath of Pisanko's light, and he knew that the No. 214 fire hit Mei Shi who had just opened fire at him.

"Ula..."

Pisanko shouted, widened his eyes, stuck out his tongue, shook his head wildly, releasing the unspeakable emotions of the rest of his life after his death.

The continuous growth and acceleration along the way, Zhou Zhihan felt that there was a trace of abnormality in the No. 214 fire engine, because just when he opened fire continuously to relieve Pisanko, the instantaneous shaking of the fighter jet was significantly intensified.

The system can increase the speed, but cannot repair the body.

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan's eyes suddenly shrank because two names suddenly appeared on his ace recognizer:

——Gunthal Lar,

Affiliated to jg52 wing,

Current record is 116 aircraft,

Originally ranked 3rd in the world.

Original record of 271 aircraft.

*******

——Herman Graff,

Affiliated to jg52 wing,

Current record of 103 aircraft,

Originally ranked 8th in the world.

Original record of 202 aircraft.

*******

The name of Erich Hartman did not appear on the ace recognizer, probably because Hartman was still a rookie at this time.

Zhou Zhihan took a few deep breaths in a row, reached out and opened the fuel tank throwing switch, and the auxiliary fuel tank on the belly of the fire spitter was removed.

It's really interesting. The world number one Erich Hartman of the jg52 United, the third-ranked Gunsel Lar, and the eighth-ranked Herman Graff all appeared.

"Pisanko, Yumashev, you protect the bomber and break through, and the enemy behind you will be handed over to me. In a while, our reinforcements will arrive."

Zhou Zhihan asked Pisanko and Yumashev to leave first. With their skills, there was no way out to meet the above three people.

"clear!"

Yumashev and Pisanko answered in unison, protecting both sides of Red Star 9. They didn't know the meaning of Zhou Zhihan letting them go first. If they knew that in the next air battle, the No. 214 Spitfire will fight against one and three, and face the top three of the world's aces, they would probably be shocked.

Both of them just walked around in front of the Ghost Gate and came back. If Zhou Zhihan hadn't quickly rescued them, they would have already entered the Ghost Gate and although they had saved their lives, they were still scared. Until now, their heartbeats were still pounding like a drum.

In fact, Zhou Zhihan didn't know that Gerhard Barkhorn, who ranked second in the world, was also in the plum style formation.

As the deputy captain of the JG52 brigade, Gunsel Lar led the second batch of interceptor fighter jets to take off. Since Major Ditrich Hrabach was commanded by Major Ditrich Hrabach at that time, he led five Mei-style interceptors of Red Star 9. Just a few minutes ago, he received a call from Major Ditrich Hrabach and worked together to shoot down No. 214 Spitfire.

Major Herabach said that if the No. 214 Spitfire cannot be shot down, then today will be the most shameful day after the JG52 Wing entered the Soviet Union, because just a while ago, the No. 214 Spitfire shot down the wing commander Major Steinhof.

Now there are six squadrons intercepting one of the enemy. If you can't take over the No. 214 Spitfire and two bombers, you'll wait for the Imperial Marshal to punish you when you go back.

"Damn it."

Herman Graff was furious and pressed the rod. No. 14701, the plum-style rolled on the sidelines of No. 214, and he watched the wingman run away while watching him being shot down, making him instantly want to swallow Zhou Zhihan alive.

No. 214, the Spitfire hit Meishi Pisanko to save the siege, and was inevitably occupied by Herman Graff, while the pursuers behind him were closer.

Zhou Zhihan knew that the eighth-ranked strength in the world was definitely not comparable to Shiro Yamashita, Hiroshita Nishizawa, Harrow Hader, or even Garland or Moldes.

Since this person can rank eighth in the world, it is absolutely terrifying, not to mention that the world is the first behind the No. 214 Fire Breaking Fire, and the third in the world is intercepted in front.

Zhou Zhihan secretly thanked that the world's number one he met now is still a rookie, otherwise even the Daluo Jinxian would be unable to escape unscathed under the attack of several masters of the world.

But even so, Zhou Zhihan still dared not look down on Erich Hartman. The world's number one is still young at this time, and his skills have become quasi-first-class. Whoever dares to look down on him will pay the price of his life.

Looking at the 14701 plum style biting from the direction of five o'clock behind him, Zhou Zhihan glanced at the No. 214 fire 4,100 meters away from the ground. He suddenly pressed the rod and made a right roll, enlarged the intersection point, and destroyed the plum style shooting window.

Herman Graff sneered in anger, pressed the rod and rudder and quickly followed, and would never give No. 214 a chance to breathe off.

His ability to rank among the top eight super aces in the world is definitely not a flaw. His skills have entered the early stage of super-class at this time.

While rolling, the No. 214 Spitfire suddenly changed from the 360-degree roll. Zhou Zhihan stabilized the rod, maintained the 90-degree downward slope of the fighter, and made a very easy-to-stall turbo blade roll.

If this kind of blade roll is done separately, it is not too difficult for the old bird. It is difficult. The 214 fire is changed to a 360-degree roll, and then changed to a 90-degree slope. This action is done in one go without any dragging. If there is a slight deviation, the wings that point directly to the sky and the earth will be like losing control and rolling and falling in the wind.

Herman Graff was as if he was struck by lightning. He couldn't do this move and didn't dare to do it. It was the first time he saw it. He could only watch the No. 214 Spitfire passing under his belly, and the pull rod turned in the reverse turn and bit his tail.

No. 214 Spitfire This is not a turn at the maximum continuous angular speed, Zhou Zhihan is a turn that does not drop the airspeed, it is a minimum radius turn, and it is a turn from being bitten to being bitten at the fastest speed.

However, the initial overload of this blade rolling and turning was relatively high, and Zhou Zhihan felt that the blood in his body reached one side of his body in an instant.

"God... The maneuvering action of No. 214 Fire Spitfire is so weird that it actually bit 14701 in a flash..."

Major Dietrich Hrabach had fear in his eyes.

"God……"

Erich Hartman, who knows Chinese, mutters to himself directly in Chinese.

He was shocked by the blade rolling and his chin dropped.

During the Sihang Warehouse, Hartman saw that the 214 Type 96 ship maneuvering in the Cobra, he did not understand the flight principles of the fighter. Now he is skilled, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to turn the blade roll and disconnect in a 360-degree roll, and then make the minimum radius turn in one go.

"The rapid dive is growing faster than Graff, and the No. 214 Spitfire is behind you."
Chapter completed!