Chapter 274 Strait Air Battle (2)

"Oh? Could it be that all the veterans of the British Air Force have died, and they can only send out newcomers?"

They didn't know that their joke was half right.

Of course, it was impossible for all the veteran pilots of the British Air Force to die, but Dowding knew that this was basically a suicide mission with no return, so how could he send experienced pilots to die? More than half of these pilots were even trainee pilots. Of course, they could not be the opponents of the experienced German pilots. Just one encounter, more than a dozen Hurricane fighters instantly turned into fireballs.

At this time, Dowding was walking around anxiously in the British Air Force Command. He originally planned to order the fighters to return when the losses reached a certain level. Even if they were trainee pilots, he had to reduce the losses as much as possible. But he didn't expect that he couldn't contact them now. The technical department guessed that the radio was interfered, and communication could only be restored after the interference disappeared.

"Commander! Call the commander!" Joseph put on the communicator again with a fluke mentality and called his air commander loudly. He had brushed shoulders with death several times, and there was a terrible bullet hole on the wing. Although it didn't affect the flight operation, he didn't know how long his good luck would last. He could only hope that his commander could help him, or even provide some cover.

Unfortunately, the annoying and harsh interference sound was still in the headset, and no one could hear any response. Of course, others couldn't hear his call.

The expeditionary force supporting Dunkirk had become a luxury, and whether they could escape unscathed had become a serious problem.

Want to escape? Turning your butt to the enemy is tantamount to seeking death. Even if you are lucky enough to fly back, you may be arrested by the military police as soon as you get off the plane and be shot on the spot for deserting the battlefield to serve as a warning to others.

The two fighter pilots hovering in the sky continued to comment on the battle below.

No. 001 seemed tired of this one-sided massacre, yawned, and teased. "Tsk, if we go down, we might scare them to death."

No. 002 agreed with his words. "Yes, I don't know what kind of aircraft we will have to fly after this fighter is put into service in batches? I heard from the engineer that this fighter is the pinnacle of propeller aircraft."

"Have you heard of jet engines?" Just as the two of them were leisurely discussing the knowledge of jet engines, the air battle below had reached its final climax.

In the fierce pursuit and battle, one British fighter after another was harvested by the German BF-109F, turning into a fireball and falling into the sea.

The sky was full of fighting and the sea was full of wreckage.

When another batch of German reinforcements arrived, the remaining British fighters and German fighters reached a ratio of 1:3. That is, one British fighter was chased by three or even four or five German fighters.

The British pilots, who had no backup and whose communications were interfered with and who could only fight on their own, were completely in a desperate situation.

After getting rid of the raid of two enemy planes, Joseph was bitten by two enemy planes again. This time, the opponent didn't seem to be a rookie. Even though he used several tricks in a row to try to get rid of their entanglement, the opponent still held him tightly. The situation was quite bleak.

"Oh! Shit!!" Joseph didn't know how many times he had cursed. Seeing that the opponent's tracer bullet was getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth and pulled the control stick hard, causing the plane to suddenly roll 90 degrees, and then pulled it tightly. The Spitfire suddenly left the dive axis and pulled up to one side to climb.

The Rolls-Royce Merlin engine roared wildly, and Joseph was pressed tightly on the seat by gravity. He could even hear the painful groans of the metal beams of the fuselage.

But he was in no mood to care whether the plane would disintegrate. His field of vision became narrower and narrower, and the light around him began to dim. A second later, there was darkness in front of his eyes, and he completely entered a black vision state! !

I believe that many people have had the experience of squatting for a long time and suddenly standing up and then seeing a black vision. This is a normal phenomenon in most cases. The main reason is that after squatting for a long time, the blood circulation system of the body has "adapted" to the "situation" of squatting. When standing up suddenly, due to the "gravity" of the liquid (blood), the heart cannot "immediately adapt" and "pump" the blood to the brain, so it causes brain ischemia for a very short time, which is called "transient cerebral ischemia", resulting in dizziness.

Similarly, when the aircraft suddenly performs a high-g maneuver, due to the effect of centrifugal force, the blood in the human body will move in the direction of gravity. If it is a positive G maneuver, it will flow to the legs. The brain will temporarily lose vision due to the instantaneous ischemia, and even lose consciousness in severe cases. On the contrary, when performing a high-g maneuver with negative G force, due to the instantaneous filling of blood into the brain, the blood vessels of the eyeball will swell and rupture, and the pilot will fall into red vision, which is worse than black vision. Once trapped, the pilot will basically lose the ability to drive, and it will also have serious sequelae, which is more fatal than black vision. Of course, for Spitfires using float carburetors, this danger does not exist, because in general, the Merlin engine would have run out of fuel and shut down before the Spitfire could enter red vision.

This time, Joseph made a fatal mistake at the critical moment of life and death. When he was doing a high-G maneuver, he should have stepped on the upper pedal of the Spitfire, but due to excessive fatigue, or perhaps because of the fear of death, his mind was confused and he forgot this. The Spitfire fighter has two upper and lower rudder pedals. When making a high-G maneuver, the pilot stepped on the upper pedal so that the legs could be raised, which could effectively delay the time of entering black vision.

With his eyes blind, Joseph's hearing became extremely sensitive, and he even heard the sound of enemy bullets passing through the air. The sound was getting closer and closer, making him more and more panicked.

"Ah!" Joseph was trying to shake the joystick and swing the fuselage, trying to make it difficult for the enemy aircraft to aim before regaining his vision. But all his efforts were in vain. With the crackling sound of metal collision, at least a dozen bullets hit the fuselage of the aircraft and hit the steel plate behind the fighter seat. These steel plates can play a certain bulletproof role; but they can't prevent large-caliber bullets at short distances.

Joseph, who was pierced by several 7mm machine gun bullets, collapsed weakly. The Spitfire fighter, whose cockpit and one wing were torn into pieces of rotten aluminum, continued to climb more than ten meters, then tilted its head to one side and began to fall down like a leaf, with the body shrouded in black smoke produced by burning engine oil.

However, he was just a microcosm of the entire battlefield. As more British fighter planes were shot down, the British fighter group finally couldn't help but collapse and dispersed.