Arc of Gunfire

At this moment, at the airport near Yarvik, the pilots of the 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment were huddled in the regiment headquarters tent, listening to the mission briefing by regiment commander Drachenko Grigojevich.

"As you can see, the general gave us the coordinates for an air strike, but we have just arrived here and are not familiar with the surrounding landmarks. We are not sure we can successfully fly around this coordinate point. So we can only slightly modify the general's overly specific order. "

Drachenko drew something like a water tower on the blackboard: "This is the airport wind direction tower. There is a wind direction flag on it that you can all see. The coordinate point is in the direction of the wind direction tower. After you take off, you pass the wind direction tower and then turn In this direction, theoretically, as long as there is no large yaw, the target mentioned by the general can be found. "

Immediately, a pilot asked: "Is it possible that a large yaw will not occur?"

Drachenko shrugged: "Maybe you have better luck today? In short, clear the field after takeoff and turn to this heading when passing the wind direction tower."

Drachenko wrote three numbers on the blackboard, which represented the heading.

"Then blow up whatever you see, and shoot down enemy planes when you see them. Remember that the new aircraft is different from the Jacques. Don't get entangled at low altitudes. Fly at high altitudes. Go in and out quickly. It's four thousand meters when you go down. It takes at least three days to get back." Kilometers. Handed over to friendly Jacques 1 at low altitude.”

After finishing speaking, Drachenko threw the chalk into the chalk box and shouted: "Let's go!"

The pilots immediately stood up.

Usually Allied pilots would hold a map board filled with mission briefings at this time. Ant pilots did not have so many formal things. They folded the map and stuffed it into their pocket, opened the bottle, took a sip of vodka, and then became arrogant. walked out of the tent.

The ground crew outside has hung bombs on the plane, started the engine and is listening to the sound - this is the fastest way to diagnose the engine status. The veteran ground crew will know if there is any dust in the engine that has not been cleaned.

Drachenko came to his plane with tactical number 01 (the 4 in front is the number of the flight group) and asked the ground crew leader: "How is it?"

The team leader closed the lid of the fuel filler and gave a thumbs up: "That's great! This is not an engine produced by us. It has a lot of problems. I think this thing can still fly for 500 hours at least!"

Ant obtained engine production authorization from Proson and the United States very early. However, the quality of Ant's own engines varies greatly, depending entirely on the mood of the factory master that day. Some can run for 4,000 hours without serious illness, and some can run for 200 hours. Just returned to the factory for overhaul.

However, these batches of the Fourth Attack Group are all original United States engines, and the quality cannot be said.

Drachenko jumped on the wing of the plane, climbed into the cockpit from the wing, turned to the team leader and said, "Then I'm going."

The team leader picked up the fixed block in front of the wheel and took a few steps back: "Let's go!"

So Drachenko increased the throttle - the speed just now could not carry the plane with two "big sweet potatoes" attached to it.

The plane slowly accelerated and taxied to the take-off runway.

Drachenko: "Tower, Regiment 4 is about to take off on the 1st."

The tower replied: "The runway is clear, the ground wind speed is 3 knots, the visibility is good, and you can take off."

As he spoke, Drachenko's plane taxied onto the runway. He braked at the takeoff line, checked all the instruments, and then looked at the wind flag on the wind direction tower before releasing the brakes and filling the throttle.

The P47, loaded with bombs, roared and rushed forward.

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Ant Air Force Airport is close to the battlefield, but there is no tradition of close air support, so they took off from the airport after receiving intelligence.

The Prosen Air Force likes to hover on the battlefield for a long time, waiting for calls from the ground to provide immediate close support.

However, different aircraft carry different fuel and can hover on the battlefield for different times. Stukas will generally leave quickly and return to the airport, while tactical bombers like the Dow 215 will stay for a longer time.

A squadron of four No. 215 aircraft received the radio request from Busse Battle Group and immediately began to search for General Rokosov, who was personally conducting reconnaissance of the former enemy.

They soon discovered the smoke and dust raised by the racing car.

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Wang Zhong heard the sound first. He immediately adjusted his vision and saw a squadron of four Road 215s flying towards him.

"Get ready to shoot in the air!" Wang Zhong shouted.

The seven Willys jeeps are equipped with M2 Laoganma machine guns, which can interfere with the enemy's attack to some extent.

Wang Zhong personally operated the machine gun of the jeep he was sitting in and turned the gun's muzzle - the others were still listening to the sound to identify which direction the enemy plane was coming from, but he was the only one who pointed directly in the direction of the enemy plane's incoming attack.

"Pilot, listen to my command. We must use our maneuverability to avoid the enemy."

No matter how small the turning radius of an airplane is, it is still hundreds of meters. After all, the speed is determined there. Therefore, when a car and an airplane compete with each other, they cannot use their own speed, but must use their agility.

Therefore, what Honzong and Stuka racing actually compare is their drifting ability. Honzong may not drive fast, but he is definitely good at running five consecutive hairpin turns. Maybe he can beat Fujiwara Takumi without using the drainage ditch cornering method.

While Wang Zhong used a plug-in to calibrate his strafing trajectory, he looked at the enemy plane's approach route. He estimated that the enemy could not make fine adjustments, so he shouted: "Turn left! Give the throttle!"

The Willys Jeep turned sharply to the left, almost throwing Wang Zhong off, but fortunately he was holding on to the machine gun.

The convoy behind saw this and followed Wang Zhong around, but the dust from the fourth car prevented them from noticing that the car in front had turned, so the fourth car broke out of the formation alone and sped along the original route.

After a brief hesitation, the driver of the fifth vehicle followed the third vehicle and ignored the fourth vehicle.

The enemy planes' strafing created two rows of fleeting "fences" on the ground, and they caught up with the No. 4 car running in the original direction.

The guards and soldiers in the car were all veterans. Seeing that they were about to be shot, they immediately jumped out of the car, leaving only the machine gunner and the driver.

The machine gunner was shot immediately, and the bullet that penetrated his body hit the driver.

Then the car tilted sideways and fell to the ground.

Wang Zhong glanced at the two survivors from an overhead perspective. It looked like they were injured and fell to the ground in pain, but the tall wheat fields just hid them. They could be recovered later when the enemy planes left.

He retracted his vision, and then discovered that the enemy plane had turned.

Wang Zhong immediately gave the command based on the direction in which the enemy plane was circling: "Turn right."

At this time, Wang Zhong felt like a dive bomber manipulating a warship to fight an air attack on the ocean. He kept placing the warship across the enemy's attack route to ensure that the hit area was minimized.

Four enemy planes rushed over again.

Because of the hovering, the enemy aircraft's speed is significantly reduced, so it has more room to adjust its course and launch a more accurate attack.

Wang Zhong still ordered the turn at about the same time as the previous time, but the last car was still swept by enemy planes. The machine gunner and co-pilot were killed on the spot, but the driver was fine and drove the car to follow the team. The last remaining soldier pushed aside the bodies of his comrades, raised his machine gun and fired at the passing enemy planes.

Unfortunately, in such a dynamic situation, the enemy aircraft are still intercepted horizontally, and the firepower of an M2 Laoganma is not enough.

Wang Zhong felt that one or two bullets should have hit him, but for a twin-engine tactical bomber so big, missing a vital point with one bullet would be the same as nothing happened.

After the second attack, the enemy plane changed direction again.

Wang Zhong suddenly felt that this shouldn't be the case.

Four people have been killed and two seriously injured.

The enemy is so single-minded in attacking his convoy, and most likely they are coming after him.

And if you are alone, it is actually not easy for the enemy to hit you, especially if you have a plug-in to actively hide.

It's obvious what to do at this point.

If it were Wang Zhong who had just time-traveled, he would never have made such a choice. At that time, he was an ordinary person from a peaceful society, and it was important to be a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist.

But now he is a warrior returned from hell.

So he released the grip of the machine gun and said to Vasily: "Come here!"

Vasily took over the machine gun without saying a word.

Wang Zhong whistled, and Busifaras, who was just following the jeep, immediately accelerated and ran side by side with the speeding jeep!

Wang Zhong jumped onto the horse and pointed at the red flag: "Give it to me!"

Grigory patted Vasily on the shoulder: "I'll do it! Go and give the red flag to the boss!"

Five seconds later, Vasily removed the red flag and threw it to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong almost missed catching the red flag. He cursed, quickly held the red flag that was about to be released, and then said to Busifaras: "Convoy immediately!"

The horse immediately turned around and made an almost right-angle turn.

Wang Zhong held the red flag high and ran wildly on the grassland, paying attention to the flight path of the enemy planes in the sky.

The enemy planes were divided into two groups, two went to chase the convoy, and two came towards Wang Zhong!

Wang Zhong pulled out the pistol that had killed two generals and was cleaned by Belinsky himself, and aimed at the enemy plane with one hand.

The enemy started shooting!

Without waiting for Wang Zhong's order, Busifaras turned around sharply and dodged the barrage of fire.

Wang Zhong opened fire at the enemy plane that seemed to be very close.

Of course, the closeness is just an illusion. In fact, the plane should be more than a hundred meters above the ground, and it is absolutely impossible to hit it with a pistol.

Soon enough, the tracer bullets falling from the sky penetrated 215's wings, and then tore them apart.

The timing was so coincidental, it was like Wang Zhong's pistol broke the 215's wing!

The P47 that completed the attack pulled up with all its strength, while its wingman fired at 215's wingman.

The two 215s chasing Wang Zhong rushed to the ground dragging thick smoke.

Wang Zhong held a red flag in one hand and waved a pistol in the other, cheering for the P47 that was climbing rapidly.

Switching to an overhead view, you can see that the 215 chasing the convoy also gave up the attack and fled towards the Prosen Airport, but the other P47 had already occupied the attack position and began to dive.

215 has been circling for so many times, and its speed is already very slow. In air combat, if there is no speed, it is a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, whether it is a fighter or a bomber.

The two "attack planes" easily hit the target with bombs hanging on them, and then began to pull up with bombs hanging on them.

The convoy also stopped and began to cheer as the fighter jets took off.

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Drachenko heard the wingman asking on the radio: "What's going on with this team on the ground? Why are the enemy's 215 chasing them so fast that they have run out of speed? How many turns have they made?"

Drachenko: "I don't know, it can't be General Rokossov's reconnaissance team, right? Focus on looking for the enemy's tank! It should be nearby!"