Tilly saw that the first flight team had also noticed the approaching opponents. Plane No. 1 and Plane No. 3 spread out in two different directions at the same time, seemingly wanting to attack the second team from the flank.
The second group was not as orderly as the first group, but they were still aiming for Plane One, which was closest to them.
This immediately put the latter in a disadvantageous position, one against three.
With the help of her Magic Eyes, she could clearly see the nervousness on the pilot's face.
Since the two groups were almost facing each other head-on, as long as the crosshair was firmly locked onto one plane, it was not impossible to trade one plane for one plane. However, the pilot's nervousness affected his movements. After aiming for only two or three seconds, he stepped on the left pedal and chose to evade. At this time, the distance between the two groups was still more than 500 meters, which allowed the second group to adjust their course without any burden, from a head-on attack to a pursuit.
In order to get rid of the tail as much as possible, Plane One began to perform various maneuvers. Just as Tilly had said at the beginning, the pilot had used all of his life's knowledge. To be able to master the technical requirements of each maneuver in a short period of a month, he must have practiced hard.
However, the First Army students were not inferior to him. They were not shaken off by the series of dives and sharp turns, and followed behind the opponent unhurriedly. Coupled with the advantage in numbers, they did not need to keep their noses fixed on the opponent at all times, while the latter had to pay attention to the movements of the three planes at the same time. The numerous maneuvers greatly reduced the altitude and speed of Plane One. Seeing that there was no way to get rid of them, the pilot gritted his teeth, turned around, and flew toward Plane Three, which was still rushing over.
At the same time, the second group also found the best opportunity to attack. Plane Six, which had been maintaining a high altitude, suddenly dived and cut diagonally toward the tail of Plane One at seven o'clock.
Although the machine gunners saw this and the pilot did his best to save the plane, it was too late for the plane to shake off this round of "strafing".
Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye.
Tilly nodded in satisfaction. "Square One, raise the red flag!"
At this time, Plane Three finally arrived.
They were facing Plane Six, which was climbing, and Plane Four and Plane Five, which were in good condition.
The situation seemed to be overwhelmingly unfavorable.
That was if Plane Two, which had been at the highest point, was not included.
She cast her gaze toward the sky above the academy.
"I see them!" Finkin leaned half of his body out of the seat and shouted, "Wait, the No. 1 plane seems to have been shot down!"
"Are you sure?"
"The number 1 on Sosnovka Military Base has turned red, but they haven't left the battlefield yet!"
"That's only because they haven't realized it yet." Good frowned. His teammates had held on for a shorter time than he had expected. "What about Plane 3?"
"If I'm not mistaken, that's the black dot coming from afar!" Finkin yelled. "Buddy, they're in a mess now. It's time to join the battle!"
"Wait a little longer … look behind you. Can you see the sun?"
He turned around and immediately closed his eyes. "Hey, you are indeed the pilot I chose. Now that I'm facing you, I can hardly open my eyes!"
You were the one who lost the rock-paper-scissors game. Good shook his head helplessly and pressed down on the joystick. "In that case, let's go!"
"Yay!" Finkin yelled.
The roar of the star-shaped engine drowned out the sound of the wind. The entire plane seemed to be trembling in the violent airflow. The feeling of falling against the wind always made Good's blood boil.
He was a charging Knight!
And he was charging through the entire sky!
His teammates on Plane 3 focused on the second group of planes, which was the slowest, while the other two began to chase Plane 3 away. It was not until they dashed out of the golden sunlight and pounced on the third group like Thunder that they noticed the presence of their new opponents. Good noticed that if the other two planes had ignored their teammates and focused on shooting down Plane 3, they would have succeeded by now. It was this consideration that gave him the best opportunity to shoot.
It was too late for the two planes to realize that something was wrong. After quickly flying over Plane 4, Good immediately switched his target to the plane marked with the number 5. He had already locked on to the plane marked with the number 5 when he dived. Although it was a trick and did not mean that he could really shoot down Plane 4 at that distance, this was the rule set by the Princess Royal. He believed that Her Highness had seen everything.
His teammates could be forced to withdraw from the confrontation training at any time, so he had to hurry.
The four biplanes were entangled with each other. The situation became very tense, especially for Plane 5. Good could even see the ferocious expression of the shooter on the other side of the plane. Although his plane had lost its concealment ability, it still had the advantage in speed. After several rounds of competition, Good finally managed to get a long time to aim. Just when he thought it was about time, Finkin reported the result from the backseat.
"The flag of Plane 5 has turned red!"
Plane 3 was also eliminated almost at the same time.
Plane 6 and themselves were the only ones still holding the green flag at the airport.
Plane 3 could not get enough time to aim, probably because the two planes of the second group put too much pressure on their teammates. Plane 6 soon appeared behind them after taking a breather.
"What the hell are those guys doing? They didn't even shoot down one plane!" Finkin cursed as he turned the machine gun. "Now it's three against one!"
"Who asked us to use them as bait in the first place?" Good said casually. "Of course, there's another possibility — Plane 6 is a tough opponent."
His speculation was soon confirmed.
No matter which direction he turned, Plane 6 followed him closely and did not give him any chance to shake off. He had to move, or Plane 6 would definitely get ten seconds earlier than Finkin.
"Damn it." His companion's voice was obviously more anxious than before. "Can't you fly a little faster?"
"I've tried my best!"
"We'll be killed sooner or later if this goes on. Think of something! How about hiding in the port area? There's a sailboat there for cover! "
"If we hit a refugee boat, whether it's us or not, what do you think will happen to us?"
"Uh, we'll probably be shot to death." Finkin's morale immediately dropped. "In that case, forget it. At least we won't be the first to be eliminated. Unless there's wind to send us up, I don't think we'll be able to win this round. "
"There's wind..." Good was a little startled. An idea flashed through his mind. "You're right. I've got an idea!"
"Huh?"
"Do you remember the upwind on the cliff?"
The sea breeze blowing from the Swirling Sea to the land was not constant, especially on the side near the coast. Due to the obstruction of the cliff, the airflow would spread along the obstacle, and part of it would become a fast-rising gale. As long as one stood on the edge of the cliff, one could hear the rhythmic whistling from time to time.
Finkin's face froze when he realized what Good was referring to. "Are you crazy? Let's not talk about whether we can get the upwind or not. If we get too close to the cliff, we'll be doomed if you shake your hand! "
The area of upwind was very small. Once they left the edge of the cliff, they would immediately be blown away by the sea breeze. Also, affected by the uneven cliff, the direction of the wind was also more complicated. In terms of difficulty, it was more difficult to do so than to shuttle between the sails of a sailboat.
"I don't have to take that risk. I just need to do it. It's like wasting water!" Good quickly lowered his altitude and flew in the direction of the Aerial Knight Academy.
Plane No. 6 hesitated for a moment before it also began to speed down.
"How do you know when the strong wind will come?" Finkin asked suspiciously.
"The ships carrying the refugees will tell me!" He controlled the biplane to descend and let Plane No. 6 close the distance between them. After making a big turn, his path overlapped with the coastline, and he gradually approached the ground. In the eyes of other students, this action was no different from admitting defeat. Although Plane No. 2 was still maintaining a high speed, it had nowhere to run.
Their opponents followed closely behind them and firmly bit onto them.
"A few seconds!" Good roared.
"I guess eight seconds! Six, five, four — "Finkin gritted his teeth.
During this time, Good kept a part of his attention on a ship sailing to the Shallow Port not far ahead. However, what he was looking at was not the flag or the sails, but the birds standing on the mast. The flag and the sails were always fluttering, and it was impossible to tell the strength of the wind. Only these seabirds, who had been with the wind for a long time, could capture the strength of the wind.
As if sensing something, a flock of seabirds spread their wings, descended from the tall mast, and flew toward the cliff. This scene was very similar to the gliding "Seagull". He had long observed that the birds seemed to be very interested in this kind of entertainment. From the ship to the cliff, even if their wings did not move, they could still fly with the wind!
Just as the flock of birds was about to reach the edge of the cliff, Good suddenly pulled the plane up.
Under normal circumstances, this operation would cause the plane to tilt too high, and it would be easy to fall into a stall. However, at this moment, the flock of birds suddenly rose, as if there was an invisible hand holding them up from below.
The wind... rose.
In an instant, Good heard an ear-piercing whistling sound.
A gust of wind suddenly appeared and slammed into the wing of the plane. With a violent tremor, Plane No. 2 accelerated again, and miraculously rushed straight up, and then turned upside down!
The whole world was turned upside down.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. He saw the unprepared Plane No. 6 pass below his head. The pilot raised his head and showed a surprised expression.
In the distance, the seabirds were leaping out of the horizon, and their white wings seemed to form a staircase connecting the sky.
He did not lie to His Highness.
Since the day he entered the academy, his love for flying had increased every day. It was this feeling of flying freely that made him immersed in it, and he could not extricate himself.
This was the thing that left the deepest impression on Good among all the things he had learned.
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