Chapter 90 Air Combat 3

After shooting down an I-16 easily, Frank began to climb the fighter plane, preparing to climb to a higher attack position.

"Frank, there are two tails behind you!" Bach reminded his captain loudly on the radio.

The poor rear vision of the Bf109 made Frank too lazy to look back. But Bach's words aroused his vigilance. There were only two chasing him? There were four ambushing them, and he shot down one. Where did the remaining one go? "Bach, you have to be careful, there may be another one following you!"

The overload force of the plane during the climb made his body stick tightly to the flight seat, but he could still flexibly control the joystick in his hand, which gave him great confidence.

"Then I will start to dive, kill the enemy plane behind you, and get rid of the one behind me!" Bach replied loudly.

"No problem." Before he finished speaking, he saw Bach diving down from above not far away, but he did not see the other I-16 that should be following Bach.

"What's going on?" Before he could figure out what was going on, his headset exploded. "Wow, hahaha, I hit him!" Bach's tone showed his excitement and surprise. He had achieved results in his first battle, which was a very happy news for him.

Listening to Bach's excited shouting on the radio, Frank looked around for the missing I-16. "Climb, Bach! I can't see the other I-16. Maybe he's hiding somewhere preparing for a sneak attack. Climb to 5,500 meters." The I-16 has an open cockpit and it's difficult to climb too high.

"Got it. There's another I-16 that's going to run away."

Running? Frank couldn't help but sneer. This guy is quite self-aware. He knows that he is no match for 2vs2, so he just runs away? "I'll deal with him. You stay alert at high altitude."

After giving a warning, he turned the nose of the plane to chase the fleeing I-16.

Soon he saw his prey. The guy seemed to be scared out of his wits. He didn't even do the most basic evasive action and rushed forward.

Unfortunately, the flying speed of the bf109 was much higher than that of the I-16. How could it escape?

Frank chased until the extreme distance, then pulled the machine gun lever. The bullets fired from the four machine guns almost hit the I-16 without a single drop. Frank even saw the blood spurting out of the other party's cabin. Judging from the amount of blood, the pilot was dead.

Then the I-16 suddenly exploded into a ball of fireworks, and the fragments of the plane flew all over the sky.

Frank was instantly frightened and sweated coldly. He suddenly turned the joystick to one side and barely avoided a piece of wing wreckage that hit him.

He breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear. It seems that he can't get so close next time. "Bach, where are you? Have you found the I-16?"

Bach replied. "I'm above you. I didn't see the enemy plane. Maybe it ran away a long time ago."

Ran away a long time ago? What a bunch of cowards. Frank curled his lips in disdain. Seeing that the fuel gauge showed that there was little fuel left, he prepared to return. "Old Bird No. 5 called the control tower." After Frank reunited with Bach, he circled over the battlefield again. After confirming that there was no trace of the enemy plane, he contacted the command center in the rear. "The enemy planes here have been cleared. Another ambush, warning other teams to be alert to these traps. We shot down three I-16s, and another one escaped." As for the two old biplanes that served as bait, they had already escaped.

"Old Bird No. 5, you can return now." The tower asked again after approving the return. "Frank, you shot down two more? That's nine already, one more to become an ace, that's amazing."

On August 31, 1915, French pilot Adolphe Pegoud died after shooting down the fifth German plane. French newspapers mourned him as "our ace pilot" (many people regard Frenchman Roland Garros as the first ace, but in fact, only three of Garros' five victories at the time were shot down in the air, and the other two were forced landings). The term "ace pilot" came from this, and other countries have since awarded "ace pilots" based on this standard (it seems that the standard of several countries such as Britain and Germany is to shoot down ten planes? I can't remember, just five).

However, Yannick stipulated that German pilots would only be awarded "ace pilots" if they shot down ten enemy planes. This was purely his bad taste, and he thought it was more valuable.

The Aviation Academy is called the Bird's Nest, and the students inside are called Bird's Eggs. After graduation, they are called fledglings. Those who shoot down more than one plane are called rookies, those who shoot down more than five planes are called veterans, and those who shoot down more than ten planes are called ace pilots. Those who shoot down more than twenty planes are called double aces, and those who shoot down more than fifty planes are called super aces. As for monster aces like Hartmann, Yannick has not yet thought of a cool and awesome name to name them.

Frank smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he said disapprovingly. "That depends on luck." It really depends on luck, just like the I-16 that just escaped. If that guy hadn't escaped, he would most likely become an ace pilot today.

But it was just a little regret, and he was not angry or furious. After all, these negative emotions would become a fatal weakness in fierce air combat. Moreover, the instructor in the health course they had taken also mentioned that negative emotions would be integrated and transmitted by the brain, causing changes in neuroendocrine, leading to neurological dysfunction and hormonal abnormalities, which could affect all systems of the body. These years of training have long taught him how to regulate his emotions.

Frank and Bach returned to the airport and landed on the runway. The ground crew rushed up to set up ladders to check the engine and refuel and add ammunition to the aircraft.

Now it can be said that there are too many monks and too little meat. There are only ten BF109s on this simple airport, but there are thirty pilots. In addition, due to the limitation of fuel capacity, each pilot will not fly for more than two hours each time, so these planes have to take off an average of four or five times a day, which requires the aircraft technicians to quickly and diligently repair, refuel and reload the aircraft.

After getting off the plane, Frank, who said hello to the ground crew and left the runway, saw a few more unfamiliar planes not far away.

Not only was it strange, it was also ugly. It was the first time that Frank had seen such an ugly plane. The huge, thick inverted seagull-shaped wings, the equally huge fixed landing gear and wheel fairings, the towering cockpit and the tall vertical tail, especially the huge engine radiator that looked like a bathtub. He would never do it if he was asked to sit in and drive such an ugly thing!

"What are those ugly things?" He grabbed a ground crew member and pointed at those ugly planes.

"That's called a Ju87 dive bomber." The ground crew member replied casually. "They transferred here an hour ago and should be stationed here permanently. Don't worry, they belong to the Army Aviation and are only responsible for ground attacks. They won't steal your jobs."

"Then I'm relieved." Frank smiled, returned to the dormitory, and fell asleep on the bed.