My own war game

Chapter 112 White Knight vs. Death Rat
In Portsmouth, a Hurricane fighter followed the BF109 in front of him. Just as the pilot was about to shoot, the other party suddenly swerved to escape the attack range. After chasing each other, it actually flew behind him.

There was a burst of machine gun fire and the Hurricane fighter jet burst into flames and plummeted towards the sea below.

Adolf Galland once again added to his record. He could see that his Stukas had begun to attack the warships in the port. Although the British Hurricane formation suffered heavy losses, it was still fighting relentlessly in the sky.

There was a sudden burst of chaotic noise in the communication channel.

"What's going on?" Garland asked on the commander channel.

"There's trouble in London. An old acquaintance, the White Knight, has killed seven of us." A voice came from the wingman in charge of communications.

"White guy?!" Garland's eyes instantly flashed with excitement.

After glancing at the fuel gauge and the battle situation below, Garland twisted the joystick and his Mickey Mouse-painted plane changed direction and flew towards London.

"Commander! Where are you going?!" the deputy commander shouted anxiously into the communicator.

"London!"

"Sir, your fuel is too limited to travel this distance round trip!" the adjutant reminded in panic.

"A few minutes will be enough. I leave the command here to you!" After leaving these words, Garland, nicknamed the deadly mouse, disappeared into the sky. (In real history, Adolf Garland was famous for his own way in the German Air Force. There are no less than 1939 recorded private attacks between 1941 and 12, but all of them ended in nothing because of his impressive record.)
London
A Stuka dodged the anti-aircraft artillery on the ground, lowered its body, and rushed towards a factory with its engine howling. The driver could already see the workers on the ground running away.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

There was a fierce sound of machine gun fire, and the bullets directly hit the fuselage of the Stuka. The poor guy went to embrace Hades before he could finish his "Death Scream".

Amid the workers' cheers, the White Spitfire pulled up the nose of the machine gun again. He Chi looked at the ammunition of the machine gun. There were less than 2400 rounds left of the 7.7 mm machine gun, which meant that with just one more round, all his bullets would be used up.

Logically speaking, this should be the time when the White Spitfire is most vulnerable, but when they saw it flying over, all the nearby German planes subconsciously raised their altitude to avoid it.

This White Knight killed half a German squadron in an air battle, and his fierce record made his opponents lose the confidence to fight him at close range.

"White 01, White 01, hold on a little longer, the returning 5th Squadron will arrive in minutes!" The voice in the ground tower changed. The air battle just now made his blood boil.

Huh~ He Chi breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally back. If he had been a little later, he would have run out of ammunition and food.

But at this moment, a BF109 that was different from other planes appeared in the sky. Its black exterior with a Mickey Mouse smoking a cigar paint job was funny yet murderous.

"Your Highness, I finally found you!" In the cockpit, Garland stroked his mustache and put the cigar back into his pocket.

Glancing at the fuel gauge, Garland muttered to himself, "Only five minutes, enough for a duel between aces. Let me see if you are worthy of the reputation!"

He Chi also found that the other party was different, so he pulled up the fuselage and headed towards him.

White Knight!
Death rat!

Ace versus Ace!
The two planes met head-on, and the Spitfire fighter fired a fatal bullet directly. The BF109, which should have been hit, suddenly rose sharply. Garland stepped on the throttle and flipped the plane 180 degrees at the apex, turning it belly up. After dodging the oncoming bullet, it flipped back again.

The German army’s newly developed dogfighting maneuver: Phoenix dive!

The two machines passed each other, and each adjusted its position and kept trying to cut into the other's blind spot. He Chi found that he could not catch the opponent even with the help of 3D vision.

Fighter Flight V3: Ability is equivalent to the top 50 pilots in the world. And Adolf Garland's skills in this era can be ranked in the top ten in the world!
At the last minute, the Death Rat bit the White Knight's tail again!

At the critical moment, He Chi shouted to Elizabeth behind him, "There is a lever next to you. Pull it when I tell you to!"

The eldest princess, whose face had turned pale, nodded vigorously.

Aiming the scope at the white flame, Garland's eyes were full of excitement. "Baby, you are the best flyer I have ever seen. If possible, I really want to meet you on the ground. It's a pity. Goodbye."

The BF109 opened fire at full power. The Spitfire fighter hurriedly dodged, but a cloud of black smoke still came out from under the belly of the plane.

The White Knight was hit and slowly fell with an abnormal flying posture.

The death rat flew past, and Garland took out his cigar to admire the final sight. His fuel was running out, so he had to return home quickly.

But at this moment, the White Knight who fell behind suddenly pulled up again, and the black smoke under the belly of the plane disappeared.

The two sides exchanged positions, and the White Knight bit the Death Rat's tail! The cold machine gun was aimed at the enemy's weak spot.

Ta-da! Kakaka! Kakaka!
After firing the last set of bullets, the White Knight ran out of ammunition, and this time the BF109 on the opposite side really emitted black smoke and sank down soon after.

There is a parachute flower blooming in the sky.

The lever that Elizabeth pulled before was a smoke box device. The disguised black smoke deceived Adolf Garland's sharp eyes. He Chi used this trick to finally shoot down this "Ace of Hundred Machines" in World War II.

He Chi let out a long sigh, turned around and said to the princess, "Contact the ground forces. I have a feeling that there is a big guy under the parachute just now."

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
An abnormal noise sounded beside him. He Chi turned around and found that there were also three transparent holes on his plane.

Adolf Garland's attack did not completely fail.

"It looks like we have to find a place to make an emergency landing first." After saying this, the white Spitfire fighter began to lower its altitude.

Under the parachute, Adolf Garland was puzzled. He had clearly hit the opponent and saw thick black smoke, so how could he be killed by his opponent again?

He couldn't close his eyes in the cemetery until he figured it out.

With a crack, the parachute landed in a residential area and was caught on a tree branch.

Pulling out a knife and cutting the rope, Galland jumped down and drew his pistol. He was already in enemy territory, but as a noble member of the German Air Force he did not intend to surrender.

There was a creaky sound from the door hinge, and someone came out of the house to check what was going on.

She was a pretty girl, probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a frying pan in her hands for self-defense.

Garland rushed over and covered the other man's mouth, looking at him with a pair of frightened eyes.

　Three is the limit

　　
　
(End of this chapter)