Imperial Overlord

Hartman climbed out of his fighter and handed his leather flying cap to the ground apprentice in charge of his plane. ． fastest update

He stood next to his ta-152 fighter jet, waiting for his lead pilot to come over, and the two walked back to the lounge together.

Today is their day of duty and Hartman's fifth combat duty. During these five duty missions, he transformed his plane into a different look.

On the edge of his cockpit below the canopy, there are marks for downed enemy planes, where the results of eleven enemy planes have been marked.

The symbols originally used by the Air Force to mark the results of the war were used in confusion by various units. Later, the head of state personally set the symbol and used a unified symbol.

Now, a five-centimeter vertical line in the Luftwaffe means that the more vertical lines an enemy plane is shot down, the more enemy planes are shot down.

The downing of one heavy bomber is indicated by a wide vertical line; if ten enemy planes have been shot down, it is indicated by a hollow vertical line.

Only super ace pilots who have shot down more than 100 enemy planes can draw their record on the rudder of the plane, where the area is larger!

Therefore, on the current Hartman's plane, there are only two vertical lines, one of which is hollow and the other is solid.

For this record, Hartman, who has just joined the front-line operations and is still a wingman, is already very satisfied.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the enemy plane today." Holding the record book, the lead pilot walked over with a smile, patted Hartman's slightly thin shoulder and said.

Hartman took the soft hat from his ground apprentice, buckled it diagonally on top of his head, and grinned: "No regrets, it means we have won again."

"You can think so, it's good. Some newcomers are too concerned about their own record, in fact, this is completely unnecessary." The lead pilot said, handing the patrol report to Hartman.

Hartman tucked his report under the captain's report and handed it to the officer in the ground command center who had come to collect it.

The major took the report, put it in his briefcase without looking at it, and joked with a smile, "Aren't you still complaining about your wingman? I think he is the best wingman in our airport! "

The mistake he just entered the war made Hartman the laughing stock of the entire airport. The pilot appointed by the Führer, the pilot with unbelievable grades in school, shot at his lead plane for the first time on the battlefield.

The lead pilot didn't like this nervous novice even after the catastrophe. He has complained to the top more than once, saying that his wingman may be the worst wingman in the world.

However, after he complained, on the second flight, the wingman Hartmann made a contribution, shooting down two Soviet Il-2 attack aircraft that had invaded the airspace.

Since then, Hartman has been out of control. After adapting to the battlefield environment, he immediately showed his excellent flying ability after he was no longer nervous.

In the sky, he is invincible and can fully perform the task of covering the leader. Even in cover duty, he shot down more enemy planes and became a brave and skilled pilot.

"Maybe, but he's still a novice! Novice!" The lead pilot pretended to be annoyed and retorted, provoking good-natured laughter from the ground crew and the major.

Hartman was still a teenager, scratching the back of his head blushing, not knowing what to say.

"The command just issued an order that our airport will move southward along with the front. The field airport over there has been repaired. The conditions are definitely not as good here, but there are more opportunities." After the major laughed, he started talking. Serious business.

Then he pointed to Hartman and said to the lead pilot, "According to the rotation, you will return to China next month... Can he do it?"

"The guy is not bad! Before I returned to China, I flew with him twice. I personally think that he has this qualification." The lead pilot looked at Hartman with a kind smile and said to the major.

"Well, since you said that, send the report to the command this week!" After nodding his head, the major turned and walked to the ground command in the distance.

Hartman was still very happy to hear that his airport was going south, and he was still in the forefront of the air combat mission.

Because he has recently developed a new style of play that suits his own characteristics, and he has not had time to put it into practice. With new battles, he has more opportunities to practice new tactics.

Just now, he was thinking excitedly about how to practice his new tactical play, but he didn't hear what the major and his lead pilot said at all.

Now he came back to his senses and looked at his lead pilot: "You said I am qualified? What qualifications?"

"What qualifications? As the captain, I don't plan to let you be my wingman." The pilot in command threatened with a smirk.

Hartman's face changed greatly, and he immediately asked nervously: "Why? Did I make a mistake? What did I do wrong?"

Seeing him getting nervous again, the lead pilot couldn't bear to tease this talented young man any longer, and said with a smile, "I plan to submit a report to prove that you are qualified to serve as the lead pilot for combat missions."

Hearing what his captain said, Hartman's eyes widened, not knowing how to answer the call.

Although he had always dreamed that he could be the main attacker and the lead plane who could take the lead in diving and attacking, he never thought that this day would come so suddenly.

"I... can I?" Unbelievable, he asked subconsciously, "You think I can be the lead pilot?"

"Okay! Little guy! Don't make such a fuss! The pilot who shot down 5 enemy planes~www.readwn.com~ used to be an ace pilot." The lead pilot put his hand on Hartman's shoulder and said with a smile said.

"According to the regulations, I also have the right to submit a report to prove that my wingman can take on more combat missions." The two men said as they walked into the wooden room for the pilots to rest and relax.

There are drinks and coffee here, as well as a gramophone that can play music. In order to relieve the fatigue of the pilot, a lot of fresh things have been prepared.

If it weren't for the unstable voltage and the absence of signal towers, pilots might be able to watch something new like television.

"I just prepared and recommended you to be the lead pilot of our jg-52 brigade to perform combat missions in the future!" The lead pilot asked for a cup of coffee and looked at Hartman and said solemnly.

"Lieutenant promotion? Congratulations!" The female soldier who came to deliver the coffee was lively and beautiful, and cheerfully asked the lead pilot of the ta-152 unit. Generally speaking, the lowest rank is the lieutenant, so she asked this—

Long Ling's cold and fever have not subsided, and he is extremely uncomfortable. Make up for one update today, and continue to make up for the rest tomorrow.