Mike Lang, who was following behind Fokker E, kept pulling the trigger, and strings of meteor-like bullets kept passing by the side of Fokker E that kept sliding in front. But the distance to success was still so short.

A little bit, this made Mike Lang impatient.

"No need to run...why run?...Don't you know? My friend, God is on my side today..."

Mike Lang, who was excited about having just shot down an enemy plane, flew his Newburgh 11 biplane to follow the Fokker E, which was about to dive away. The aircraft's engine roared sharply, and the aircraft rushed towards it.

The strong wind blew up the white ribbon wrapped around Mike Lang's neck.

But in the excitement of chasing the target in front of him, Mike Lang did not realize that a Fokker E was diving down from a high altitude behind him. In front of it were Mike Lang's Newburgh 11 and the Fokker E he was chasing.

Compared with Mike Lang, the pilot on this plane seemed calm, with sparks of wisdom flashing in his blue eyes. He also kept mumbling in his mouth, and the person he was "talking to" was Mike Lang.

.

"Well, this is not good. It seems that I am too late to save my partner! You bad guy, will you shoot him down?"

The Newburgh 11 in front kept spitting out tongues of flame. Although its bullets also trailed a faint smoke, they were a bunch of shining lights. He had been carefully observing the Newburgh 11 in front of him that kept firing. The reason why it treated him like this

I was so excited because of the wisdom it showed when it just shot down that Fokker E.

"You guys from the Allied Powers, what kind of bullets do you use? I really want to go on your plane and see."

Three planes rushed from the sky to the ground like meteors.

"Da da da..."

Mike Lang felt a little regretful. During the continuous bursts of fire, the plane in front seemed to be made of steel and had no intention of catching fire or crashing. Frustrated, Mike Lang kept cursing at himself.

"Oh, my God!... Mike, Mike, you are such a fool. If you keep doing this, you will run out of bullets! The situation will not be good by then!"

"Woo..."

The distant, unclear sound of an engine came from behind. It was only then that Mike Lang remembered to observe what was behind him.

"Oh, you bastard! This is a sneak attack that is not bright!"

Just one glance was enough for Mike Lang to worry about the current situation! He turned around and cursed loudly at the Fokker E pilot behind him.

"Almighty God, let this guy go away and let me fulfill my wish..."

An enemy plane appeared behind him again, and this incident made every pore in Mike Lang's body tense. At this time, God's identity from his friend immediately returned to that of the savior.

He looked at the Fokker E who was being chased by him and was out of breath, then turned around and looked at the Fokker E behind him that was getting closer and closer. In the end, the yearning for honor made Mike Lang forget about his safety.

back.

"No, I have to knock him down, I can't let him go...! As for the guy behind... I guess my luck is not that bad!"

My eyes were fixed on the plane in front of me, and I tried hard to put aside the threat of the plane behind me, and flew wholeheartedly to shoot down the plane in front of me.

As Mike Lang calmed down and carefully adjusted the flight attitude with his hand holding the control stick, the figure of the Fokker E slowly moved closer to the center of the crosshair of the sight.

"Slow down, slow down... Brother Mike, you can do it, you must do it... Okay, we're here..."

As the figure of Fokker E approached the center, Mike Lang pulled the trigger.

"Da da da..." He shot a long shot.

The Fokker E in front of him stopped in a rapid dive, and then a puff of black smoke came out of it. After Mike Lang calmed down, he fired, hitting his engine and hitting the pilot.

The incendiary tracer bullet not only penetrated the pilot's body, but also burned his clothes and flesh at the wound. The pain made him jerk hard, as if he wanted to stand up and get rid of the pain. However, life had left his body and everything had

It's too late.

Looking with satisfaction at Fokker.e, who rolled violently and fell to the ground, Mike Lang smiled with satisfaction, but then he put away the smile because danger enveloped him again.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The bullet dragged black smoke and made some unpleasant chirping sounds as it passed by not far from Newburgh 11, which made Mike Lang nervous for a while.

He understood that the German pilot behind him did not want to shoot him down. The string of bullets was just a reminder to him that he was coming from behind him.

"Damn it, is this the creed of your Teutonic Knights?"

At this moment, Mike Lang's heart completely lost the joy of shooting down the enemy plane. He understood that what he was about to face was a decisive duel.

Pulling back the pole and pushing on the rudder, trying to escape now is the only correct choice.

Amid the shrill roar of the aircraft's engine, the Newburgh 11 drew a beautiful arc, followed by a somersault, and then turned into a dive. Mike Lang planned to use the speed gained after the dive to play cat-and-mouse with his opponent at low altitude.

game.

The pilot of the Fokker E following behind him discovered his plan with his devilish talent.

"Is it just this little trick?"

As he muttered to himself, he also returned the stick and pushed the rudder. Moreover, the arc of rotation was smaller than that of Mike Lang. Almost instantly, the machine gun on his nose had cut off Mike Lang's direction.

"You can't blame me, you were the one who put the gun on me!"

Mike Lang, who had just completed the arc and was about to turn again, painfully discovered that his movements were a beat slower. The Fokker-E bullet was like a hatchet, grazing towards his body from the mechanism.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

When the bullet hits the steel, it makes a horrifying sound that makes people's souls tremble, and the wooden propeller is shattered into pieces almost instantly.

The engine sound, which had always sounded quite comfortable and smooth, seemed to have turned into a machine gun at this time, emitting the unique "chugging" sound when the cylinder was penetrated. The unpleasant smell was mixed with the smell of burning wires and black smoke, coming from the engine.

part popped up.

"ah!"

Mike Lang screamed. The string of bullets not only hit the engine, but also hit him. Fortunately, he was hiding back because of the hot black smoke and the unpleasant smell, otherwise the tree

The bullet would have hit him in the head. Now it's just in his leg.

In despair, Mike Lang remembered the warning given to him by his brother Tang Yunyang.

"If it doesn't work, abandon the plane and parachute. Don't do anything stupid!"

"Damn, I wonder if the height here is high enough?"

A few thoughts passed through Mike Lang's mind, but it was impossible not to jump now. After all, burning to death in an airplane was too cruel a death method.
Chapter completed!