Chapter 243 Yin Meiman Turns
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Pilots are lonely. When they get into the cabin and fly the plane into the sky, their fate seems to be connected with the plane but separated from other people.
Charles warned the trainees in a low voice: "You should get used to this, gentlemen. Learn to rely on yourself, learn the necessary knowledge, or train the ability to fight independently. Only in this way can you survive on the battlefield and eventually become a qualified pilot."
The classroom was quiet for a while, and then warm applause broke out again.
After leaving the classroom, Carter took Ciel into his office.
The office can also be said to be the command center of Carter, the deputy captain. It is still as messy as before. Even the chair handed to Charles was just cleared out from the debris.
Carter sat down in front of Charles and reported while flipping through the documents: "We now have about 300 veteran pilots, more than 100 new trainees, and more than 300 fighter jets. If we continue to develop like this, our club will have to expand. It can't accommodate so many people and planes!"
Charles nodded without saying anything.
expansion?
Carter was overthinking it, because there were no air combats during this period and there were basically no losses in pilots.
Once the battle begins, both planes and pilots will suffer casualties in the fight, and it would be great if the new team members can fill the gap.
Carter seemed to realize this as well. He asked worriedly, "Is the air battle about to begin?"
He had heard some news from recent newspapers that the flying brigade was tending to incorporate army aircraft, which was a preparation for air combat.
Charles didn't answer, but just asked back: "Are you ready?"
Carter stood up and answered confidently:
"Yes, Colonel, we are ready!"
"We have been practicing the eight rules of air combat. If the Germans don't have this experience, we believe they are no match for us."
Charles hummed, "That may be true at first, but as long as you apply your tactics on the battlefield..."
Carter agreed: "The Germans will soon learn these tactics, and they will use them against us the next time."
"Yes!" said Charles, "so you must keep improving."
"Understood, Colonel!" Carter replied.
Carter stood up and made coffee for Charles. He was busy with his hands and shook his head, as if he was saying something absurd:
"Many people asked me during practice what to do if the enemy bites their tail?"
"I told him that he should ask God about this matter or just pray to him!"
Charles did not answer. He suddenly thought of a tactic that could solve the problem of the enemy biting his tail in this era, which might further enhance the combat effectiveness of the flying squadron.
Carter handed the brewed coffee to Charles and said, "Are you thinking about how to solve this problem?"
As Carter said this, hehehe laughed.
This seemed ridiculous to him. It was possible that we could bite the enemy's tail, and of course the enemy could also bite our tail. Thinking about solutions to this problem was as stupid as thinking about how to avoid enemy bullets. It was impossible.
"There is no immortal on the battlefield. No matter how much we practice, we can't avoid it!" Carter picked up the coffee and took a sip.
Seeing that Charles remained silent, Carter's expression slowly changed. He looked at Charles half-doubtfully, with a hint of expectation in his tone: "You don't really have a solution, do you?"
"It's possible to dodge it," Ciel replied calmly, "but it still requires practice."
"God!" Carter stood up suddenly, spilling his coffee all over the table. He quickly took a piece of clothing from his side and wiped it hastily, then quickly found paper and pen from the drawer.
"You don't need to remember this, Captain." Charles looked to the side and took two airplane models from the table.
This thing is everywhere in the flying club. It should be Carter's previous "part-time job". The flying club used to accept visits from outsiders and sell some souvenirs, just like a tourist attraction.
"We'll demonstrate it once and you'll know what's going on." Ciel held a model in each hand and aligned them front and back to make them look like they were biting each other's tails. He simulated the flight path and explained, "If the pilot biting our tail from behind is skilled enough, no matter how we dodge, he will always be able to follow our movements. Even if we make a fake move, it will be difficult to get rid of him."
"Yes!" Carter nodded.
Then there was some doubt in his eyes. This assumption had become a dead end. The fighter plane at the rear only needed to pull the trigger and fire the bullet. It would be almost impossible for the plane in front to escape.
"We can find a way to raise it, Captain!" said Charles.
"No, Colonel." Carter rejected this plan bluntly: "Pulling up will only kill you faster. The enemy will choose to shoot at this moment."
There was some disappointment in Carter's eyes. He thought it was Charles who made a mistake this time.
The tail-biting training during this period taught him one thing: the most taboo thing when being bitten on the tail by an enemy plane is to pull up.
Whether they move left, right, or down, they are all very fast and have the potential to escape the enemy's pursuit.
The only thing is to pull it higher. Due to the influence of the fuselage's own weight, the speed of pulling it higher is very slow, and a large area of the fuselage will be exposed to the enemy's gun. Doing so is almost suicide.
But Charles insisted. He demonstrated and explained calmly: "Of course, we can't just pull it up directly. We need to do a dive first..."
"Fake move?" Carter was a little confused. He had just assumed that the enemy pilot was an expert, an expert who would not be deceived by fake moves.
"This is not a feint, Captain." Charles replied, "This is a standard procedure for pulling up. After diving, the nose of the plane will be raised at a large angle immediately. You will find that the plane is no longer rising slowly at a small angle, but climbing at a nearly vertical angle. It will rise much faster than before, and the enemy often has no time to react."
"Will...will it be like this?" Carter was stunned. He had never tried this action before.
"Yes." Charles nodded. "You will know if you try it. After the plane takes off, it will fly upside down with its belly facing upwards. Then, with a roll, it will return to normal..."
Carter couldn't help but exclaimed: "We have the advantage of altitude now. We can bite the enemy plane's tail with just a dive!"
Charles nodded gently.
This was certainly not invented by Charles, who knew nothing about airplanes.
This maneuver was invented by Germany's earliest ace pilot Immelmann, and it was therefore named the "Immelmann turn" or "ascending inversion."
Until modern times, this move is still often used in combat training or stunt performances.
(The picture above shows the Immelmann turn. Modern fighter planes no longer need to dive before ascending. The aircraft of World War I had low horsepower and slow speed, so they needed to dive and then pull up in the opposite direction to instantly adjust their attitude to a vertical climb state.)
(End of this chapter)
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