Modez's car is an F-19od, the king of the German fighter jets. Let's put it this way, to the maximum extent, the aircraft has surpassed the early Jacques-3 with the VK-1o5m motor, and is even a little stronger than the improved Jacques-3 with the VK-1o7 motor. And not only is it faster, but its fighting performance is also quite good.

For the Red Air Force, the only thing that is thankful is that the absolute number of the F-19od type is not too large, and there is no big advantage in front of the massive La-5fn and Jacques-3.

Of course, this is also a signal. With a stronger industrial foundation and talent reserve, after experiencing two years of air disadvantage in the early stages of the war, the Germans have begun to catch up.

As mentioned earlier, Tariel's car is Jacques-3, but that is not the ordinary Jacques-3, but the improved Jacques-3m1 of Jacques-3. By replacing the VK-1o7 with a larger power, its maneuverability is further improved. Although the maximum degree is worse than the f-19od, Jacques still has an advantage in agility.

When this air battle just broke out, neither Modez nor Tariel realized the existence of each other. At that time, Modez showed a group of La-5s who covered Il-2, while Tariel broke into a group of BF-1o9s with great momentum.

The movements of the two people were similar, and they were killing. The slightly different was that Tariel played alone, while Modes brought a group of younger brothers. Yes, although Modes was also a level ace, he was not the kind of "lone wolf"-style ace. He was very good at cooperating with his teammates and attacking under the cover of his teammates.

In fact, not only Modes, most German ace pilots are good at team combat, and even a considerable number of their results were not achieved by them. In order to promote and boost morale, the Germans have the habit of counting all the results achieved by cooperation in the wings on the more famous aces. Anyway, among the powerful people who shot down hundreds of aircraft, there are some people who blow water.

Of course, this is not to say that German aces are all pork with water injected (there is such a suspicion. For example, Modes, when he was most active, was actually in 1941 when the Soviet-German War broke out. As we all know, the Soviet Union, which was raided, collapsed thousands of miles. Not only was the 6th Army defeated, but a considerable number of fighter jets and pilots of the Air Force destroyed the 6th ground. In the past year, the pilots of the Red Army either rushed to fight or were undertrained, and naturally they were not opponents of the Germans. Look at the Germans after 1943, did the Germans have such a large opportunity to make a record?). Instead, Modes is better at utilizing the strength of the team. This undoubtedly gave him an advantage in the subsequent battles.

Continue to return to the battlefield, with the cooperation or protection of his comrades (Hitler's ban is not a joke), Modez easily began to hunt, and most of the prey had been chased by groups of f-19ods. All he needed to do was to rush up and re-gun.

To be honest, such air battles seemed boring to Modes. Compared with him and the elite vultures he trained, the Russians still seemed so naughty!

But then again, Modez's attitude is very unobjective, because the battle was unfair at the beginning, in order to cover the flying height of Il-2. La-5 at about three thousand meters. There is no advantage in altitude. The Modez's fleet was killed from a height of 6ooo meters, with a better momentum and degree.`

Secondly, the performance of the La-5 is not as good as the F-19od, and the Modez fleet not only has better aircraft performance but also more numerous. What's more important is to ensure that this level ace returns home in a hurry, all sent to cooperate with him are first-class ace pilots.

As one goes up and down, is it worth wondering if one-sided slaughter? It’s like a group of large-scale large numbers running to the novice area to tease the newcomers in the common people. After the slaughter, they still have to pretend to say: “Brother hasn’t used the three success powers yet. You are too dishy, ​​too careless. You have not made any progress!”

In short, Modes regarded the normal phenomenon as evidence that the Russians were too weak, and this naturally only made him more arrogant and arrogant. On the battlefield, this was equivalent to defeating people and committing suicide.

On the other hand, Tariel was not that relaxed. He was originally a lone wolf, so he didn't have any help from his younger brother. Moreover, although the late-stage bf-1o9 is not as strong as the f-19o, it can basically be considered a level of -5. So he was very confused in this air battle. After throwing away the secondary fuel tank, he fell into endless battles.

In the air between two to three thousand meters, he kept dealing with his opponents, seizing every opportunity to shoot, and killed the opponent for fifteen minutes. When he accurately shot the bullet into the enemy's cabin for the third time, the Germans collapsed.

The German pilot felt that he had an absolute advantage, but when everyone got on the same page, the ammunition was almost finished, but they could not end the opponent. On the contrary, as long as they were not careful, they would be shot ruthlessly. Moreover, the madman was beaten very accurately, and as long as he was hit, it meant death. No one could remain calm in the face of such an opponent, and no one would be afraid.

Although the remaining three BF-1o9s did not run away in a hurry, they also panicked in the radio and began to call for help. The cowardly look made the other side's indifference very dissatisfied. He cursed and taught a lesson: "Keep calm! Gentlemen, do you still look like a German soldier? He was scared by a pig-like Slav. I feel ashamed of you!"

However, such insults have no meaning, because the remaining three BF-1o9s are indeed not the opponents of Tariel who are already furious. Just as Modez was teaching his subordinates a lesson, Tariel seized the opportunity and shot and killed a German pilot, which directly shattered the German consciousness of resistance. The remaining two German pilots turned around and ran away regardless of Modez's motivation!

You know, the Germans were very strict even when they ran away. They did not run around in a panic, but ran wildly in the direction where Modez was. Obviously, these two guys knew that only Modez could save them.

Of course, Tariel didn't know this. It was normal for him to chase the remaining bravery. Facing the escaped enemy, he increased the accelerator and chased after him.

This pursuit process is actually not long, at most ten minutes, but every second is a torment for the chased prey. Tariel's flight skills are too high. Not only does it shorten the distance bit by bit, but whenever he has the chance, he will use a point shot to greet the enemy.

As mentioned earlier, Tariel's shooting belongs to the kind of cruel and accurate type. Although he didn't shoot out many shells and bullets, he was really bleeding. After a while, the nose of the bf-1o9 on the left began to smoke, which scared the poor child in the cockpit, his face turned pale, just like a white carrot!

The poor child almost cried and howled at the radio: "Save me! Save me!"

The sound was as resentful as the cuckoo's blood crying. It directly made the hair of the bf-1o9 pilot on the right stand up, because he realized that if the little friend on the left was finished, he would probably be the one who screamed!

Modes was driving the war eagle and rushed towards this side. Although he felt that the guy who cried blood in the cuckoo was really embarrassing Germany and wanted to kill the guy. But no matter what, he was his own person. Based on the principle that family shame should not be exposed and his elbows are consistent with external affairs, he wanted to seek justice for his younger brother in terms of emotion and reason!

Just as Modez was thinking about how to tease Tariel and let the Russians know the power and invincibility of Germany, a sharp scream came from his headphones, which could pierce the eardrums.

"Vulture 3. Vulture 3, talk, Vulture 3!"

However, there was no echo of Vulture 3 in the headphones. Modes knew that the poor man was probably in danger. Sure enough, two seconds later, the voice of Vulture 7 came from the headphones. The guy seemed to be frightened, panting and shouting for help in horror: "Sir, Vulture 3 was shot down, the plane exploded in the air and shattered...555...Sir, come and save me! I'm afraid I won't last long..."

At this moment of shouting, the roar of a machine gun and the puff of a bullet hitting the plane came from the Motex headphones, followed by the scream of Vulture 7: "I'm shot!"

Mod was furious. He pushed the throttle to the maximum gear, and under the supercharger, the f-19od rushed out like a rocket. Mods was really angry. He really didn't like timid pilots, and he also felt that a real German soldier should be ready to die. A guy like Vulture 3 and Vulture 7 was simply not worthy of becoming a German soldier. But at the same time, he felt that his glory as a German was deeply offended. When could a Slavic bastard show his power?

The road was lightning. Soon Motez saw both sides chasing ahead. Vulture 7 had already started to smoke, and the windshield in the cockpit seemed to be broken, and the tempo was falling a little bit. Fortunately, Vulture 7 had a faint voice in the headphones: "Sir, I was shot in my left arm. I know, try to persevere, but I can't see anything..."

In response, Modes replied confidently: "My man, I have seen it, you are safe. I will avenge you soon!"

When he said this, Modes was indeed full of confidence. He despised the Russian pilots and believed that they were all rookies and were not worthy of calling them pilots. For him, solving the enemy was as simple as killing a chicken.

But what Modes didn't expect was that just as he finished speaking, a fire flashed from the nose of Jacques-3, and then the cockpit of Vulture 7 was completely destroyed. He could even see a stream of blood spurting out of Vulture 7's cockpit. Obviously, the poor worm will undoubtedly die!

With thick smoke and fire Vulture Vulture 7, Modes could not see the poor worm jumping out of the cockpit even at the last moment. It was obvious that he had died long ago!

The death of Vulture 7 made Modes angry. This was the first time he could not fulfill his promise after he made a promise. It was unbearable that Slavic Pig shot his young man in front of him!

Modes vowed to tear Tariel from Jacques opposite him to pieces, so he shouted on the radio: "He is mine!"

This made the other three F-19o follower Modesh shocked. How long has it been since they had seen the old commander so angry? One year or two years? Anyway, the last pilot who made Modesh crazy was blown up, the plane disintegrated, and the pilot was torn apart. That's so miserable!

Naturally, these doras (the nickname of f-19od) deliberately collected the accelerator, leaving room for Modez to solve the enemy alone. In their opinion, just one meeting their elders can solve the opponent.

"It's open, it's open. I bet the Russians won't be able to survive the first shot!" Dora No. 2 smiled.

"The Russians are not that bad. I bet the second shot of the chief can solve him!" This is Dora No. 8.

As for Dora No. 10, he curled his lips and said, "Anyway, Russians are dead, so what are you going to bet on?"

Just as these three people were talking, Modez had already facetofaced with Tariel. The heights of the two sides were almost the same, and the degrees were not much different. The first round of the confrontation was almost head-on, but Modez just opened fire first.

According to the recollection of the surviving German pilot Dora II, "The chief opened fire first and flew out with a tracer bomb, but the distance was too far away and they all deviated from the target. But soon the chief seized the opportunity and launched a second round of attack. In this round, several shells almost flew over to the wings of the enemy plane, almost killing the opponent. Even I couldn't help but feel a pity for the chief."

"The first two off-targets seemed to have affected the mood of the commander. He almost couldn't wait to start the third round of shooting, but the effect was still not good. At that time, we did not realize that there was anything wrong. Seizing as many opportunities as possible in air combat was a good way to destroy the enemy. However, the Russian pilot on the opposite side was completely unmoved. He had no reaction when facing the commander's shooting again and again. At that time, we felt that the other party was definitely scared, otherwise it would not be so stupid!"

Speaking of this, Dora No. 2 sighed: "Later we realized that we were very wrong. The other party was not stupid, but calm, colder than ice. To be honest, even the veteran flying man could not be more calm when facing his situation. When the bullets pass through our cockpit or hit our fuselage, it was a dull puff sound, every normal person would feel fear and start to panic involuntarily. But I think the Russian didn't. He was always so calm, as if it was not a deadly rain of bullets at him. But a bunch of sugar beans..."

Modes was also a little surprised. He was not surprised that he did not score any hits in the previous few fires, because that was normal. Even the ace pilot's shooting rate was not much higher at a long distance. The reason why he shot repeatedly was simply to put more pressure on his opponent.

In air combat, psychological quality is always the first priority. Why are many rookies shot down when they first go to the battlefield? The reason is simple, they are nervous. When facing the enemy's bombardment, they forgot the instructors' teachings during training and control the plane in the wrong way.

What an old bird who is a spirit is best at using oppressive play to make rookies make mistakes. Obviously, Modez's calculation failed. Tariel was unshakable at all. He could fly according to his own tactics, what is the rain of bullets? What is death? When a person is not afraid of death, what is the meaning of putting psychological pressure on him?

Modes' oppressive style not only did not achieve any effect, but instead affected his mental state over time. When the distance between the two sides became closer and closer, when the shells and bullets were consumed more and more, but the enemy was still unmoved, this pressure would rebound.

After all, Modes has been out of the battle formation for a long time. Even though he has been secretly flying to fight in the past two years, it is still far from the real front line. He is strictly protected like a flower in a greenhouse, while Tariel is full of weeds. The vitality of both sides is not on the same level.

So when Modes returned to the real battle again, his experience, his reaction, his experience and will were actually behind Tariel. So when the distance between the two sides was closer to three hundred meters, when Modes held the trigger and poured bullets wildly, Tariel seized the fleeting opportunity to shoot a short shot.

Just like this opportunity passed by, Tariel shot a shell into Modez's fuselage. When both sides passed by, the German pilots who were interested in watching were stunned. Their commander fell to the ground with a stream of black smoke. Obviously, it was their commander who could not survive the first round of shooting!

"Damn it!" Dora No. 2 shouted angrily, and quickly pushed the accelerator forward, because he saw Tariel turn the nose with a beautiful spiral. Obviously, he was preparing to continue to beat the dog in the water!

At that time, Dora No. 2's hair stood up. If Modes was shot down like this, or simply blasted in the air, they would have no way to explain. Suddenly, he drove out and rushed forward, ready to cover his commander's escape, at least he had to buy time for him to jump.

But this effort has no effect at all. Jacques-3 is known for its flexibility, and Tariel is the kind of flying maniac. Under his control, Jacques-3 turned the nose in an incredible way, and then shot it shortly. Three shells hit Modez's plane again, and you can see the fragments in the sky spreading out in the sky. In this case, let alone skydiving, there is no time to react!

The Germans were shocked. The great ace in their minds could not last two rounds in the hands of the Russians, which was simply the destruction of belief. What was even more terrifying was that the Russian madman once again pulled up the plane incredibly, followed by a beautiful somersault and rolling. Then, Dora No. 2 no longer remembers how he left the battle. The only thing he remembers was that his other two comrades were all dead, and his fighter plane was also hit. When he finally escaped back and landed at the airport, one of his left leg burned to coke with the f-19od...

ps: Bow to thank farmerking, the Red Sun, the Giant of the Giants and Comrade Juventus!

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