This is Messer Schmidt from the 3rd Squadron of JG77. There is a big yellow mouse painted on the nose, carrying a huge umbrella, which looks a bit like a turtle shell, and two big feet stand apart, which looks very funny.

Zhou Zhihan felt a little nervous. The German fighter fleet came so fast that the JG77 Regiment stationed a little far away had arrived. This is also one of the reasons why the German Air Force has strong combat effectiveness. They can take off in a short time, act quickly, and have strict military disciplines.

When the No. 214 spitfire suddenly appeared above the back of the plum-style from the snow, the machine gunners on the two Do      17Z-2 bombers desperately used gestures to warn the plum-style pilot.

But they discovered it too late and warning was futile.

The plum pilot also had no time to react.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

No. 214 fired a point shot and then pulled up and jumped, avoiding the plum-style, which was blown by the artillery fire, putting the rod and continuing to hit the two Do           17Z-2 bombers.

"boom!"

Behind Zhou Zhihan, there was a sound of a Laimei explosion in the air. The power of the explosion became visible to the naked eye because of the snowflakes. The powerful vibration waves stirred the snowflakes quickly surging around. The scene was very spectacular!

Moscow is densely packed with a large population, and there are houses below the air battle site. Zhou Zhihan chose to hit the ammunition box behind Messerchmitt's cockpit. The fighter planes disintegrated in the air and fell into small pieces, which had little impact on the people below.

As for whether the pilot has time to jump, he will not care. Since you are a soldier and you will have to bear the harm caused by the war, and the people are innocent.

Today, except for the troops and spectators participating in the parade, most of the soldiers and residents in Moscow City have their own duties. Some people are rushing to build weapons in factories covered with heavy snow, and many soldiers are lying in trenches, preparing to fight the enemy in street battles.

Watching the No. 214 Spitfire blitzing an enemy plane, the military and civilians shouted "Ula" to celebrate almost at the same time.

The No. 214 Spitfire had a high hit rate and a terrifying blow rate. It immediately scared all the crew of the two Do                                                                                                             �

In air battle, it is extremely difficult to defeat a Messer Schmidt, and this fire-breathing is just a simple point shot, which directly explodes the Meridien ammunition box and causes the fighter to explode and disintegrate. This shooter's shooting skills are too terrible and heavier murderous aura.

Looking at the fire that was coming in the heavy snow, the machine gunners of the two Do                                                                                                                     

A machine gunner suddenly saw the serial number of the fire spitting machine. He opened his eyes wide and screamed: "Damn... Fire No. 214... It's the damn Zhou Zhihan." As he said that, he hugged the machine gun tightly with both hands, his eyes widened, staring at Fire No. 214, and then fired a track barrage to block it.

What Zhou Zhihan wanted was the enemy's machine gunner to fire first.

When he reached his level, he could see that the fighter plane fired but the bullets were slight shaking in the fuselage before it was spit out of the gun.

Just before the muzzle was sprayed with blue flames, Zhou Zhihan pressed the rod in advance like lightning. No. 214 was at the upper right of the DoZ-2 bomber at 5:30 (5:30 on the upper right, 5:30 on the upper right of the bomber (5:30 on the upper right, 5:30 on the plane, 5:30 on the lower right) and rolled downwards a wing-shaped blade with its wings pointing to the sky and the earth. It rolled through the under the belly of the bomber and pulled it up, appeared in the left front of the bomber, changed out, flew, stabilized the rod, and continuously urged the right rudder. The tail of the fighter was swung to the left, making a drifting maneuver, so that the nose almost drew an arc at the original point, pointing to the advance position of the bomber's belly.

Open fire.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Huang Cancan's shell draws a beautiful arc in the air...

It's slow, but in fact, this action is incredibly fast. All the technical actions are done in one go without any drag.

The No. 214 fire spitting is like a giant eagle waving its wings in the heavy snow, waving its wings and can launch a fierce attack from any angle.

The 17Z-2 bomber machine gunner's neck and eyes could keep up with the speed of the No. 214 fire rolling, but the machine gun in his hand could not keep up. When he held the handle of the machine gun and turned around the seat for most of the time before turning his head to search, Yu Guangzhong saw several bullets hitting the fuselage. Then he felt his body shaking violently, and the sound of the pilot shouting "We were hit, everyone should jump quickly."

All pilots react faster than anything when they hear the pilot say "skydiving".

There are countless pilots who lost their lives because of parachuting for one second late, and many pilots were swallowed up by the fire in the airport because the parachuting time was slightly slower by a beat.

Major Steinhof is a living example. Because he delayed his parachuting time, his entire face was disfigured by the fire. He is still lying in the hospital half-dead, wailing all day long.

So, when the machine gunner heard the word "sky jump", he unbuttoned the fixed belt without hesitation and pushed open the cabin door. He kicked his legs and flew into the snowflakes all over the sky. The light of the light saw the pilot still in the cabin, and the bomb dropper had just jumped out of the cabin and had not opened the parachute.

He pulled the umbrella needle on his chest and with a "buzzing", the person floated in the air. Then he saw the pilot jumping out cursingly, and black smoke fell from the bomber's abdomen, looking like a rotating flying chimney, very eye-catching among the white snowflakes in the sky.

Then the three crew members tried desperately to pull the parachute and approached each other, wanting to hold together to keep warm because they knew what it meant to land in the Russians?

The extraordinary experience made the three of them surrender and friendly gestures when they were two or three hundred meters away from the ground, and then they drew out their pistols - and threw them away to the distance under the attention of Soviet soldiers on the ground.

It is said that this will avoid a blow.

The machine gunner of another Do                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The test pilot Mark Garre, who turned around during the flight, was stunned and forgot to cheer.

He had just used all his strength to shoot a Do 17Z-2 bomber under the guidance of Colonel Zhou, but Colonel Zhou shot down one in the blink of an eye.

Several other fire-breathing pilots who were closer to witnessed all this and were shocked. After three or four seconds, they shouted "Ula" loudly and slapped their fists to celebrate!

Having such a commander is too motivated!

The remaining Do        The pilot of the 17Z-2 bomber was staring at the front, constantly descending altitude, and wanted to use dive to get rid of the No. 214 Spitfire. He didn't dare to look back and asked the machine gunner loudly: "Folkman, where is the damn 214?"

"Dadada..."

Falkerman answered him with a long-range fire and blocked his attack, drawing two long red bullet rains in the air.

"Damn..." Seeing the 214 fire, the 214th fire continued to approach quickly, Falkeman cursed loudly and shot another blocking point, and then shouted at his pilot, "Franz, we'd better turn around and go back. I would rather face the Russian anti-aircraft fire than see this 214... Hell... He rolled under our abdomen, I couldn't stop his rolling track..."

Pilot Franz saw a fighter jet rolling up from under his belly like a ghost, appearing 150 meters to the left of the bomber. The tail drifted and the nose quickly pointed at him.

He was so heartbroken that he subconsciously made a self-protection rollover, spitting his abdomen towards No. 214, and adding a shooting intersection point to the pull rod, destroying the opponent's shooting intention, while trying to turn and break away at a small angle, and shouted, "Hehe... He appears on my left side, kill him Falkman..."

Everything is in vain.

At this time, the abdomen of the Do                                                                                                                         �

The red tracer bullet seemed fierce in the snowflakes, rubbed out the mist, tear open the shell of the bomber's belly and drilled in. The high-explosion incendiary bomb exploded and bombed the protective steel plate in just 0.0 seconds, and everything else was natural...
Chapter completed!