"Call Takali, call Takali, here is 29-5! Call Takali, call Takali, here is 29-5... My location is southwest of Comino Island, with a damaged tail wing and an enemy plane followed by, can you provide support?"

Pavalini tried to contact Takali Air Force Base via radio. If they were ready for combat and had fighters taken off to fight, they could continue to drag their tails forward, because with the technical conditions and tactical level of both sides, two G55 Centauri or C25 Hunter will definitely be more than enough to deal with an R-44t. If it is a G5 or C-2, 3-4 aircraft will be enough to drive the enemy planes away!

After trying it twice in a row, but still not receiving any response, Pavalini couldn't help but worry about the fate of Katari Air Base and his partner Lieutenant Galopah. After a little thought, he decided to fly to Sicily, which is farther away. At present, it takes a normal situation to arrive at the military airport in Sicily in minutes. If he is attacked by his followers in the middle, it would be very bad.

When turning, the flight pedal felt no abnormal, but the fighter's reaction was much slower. Seeing that the enemy plane following behind still did not attack, Pavalini felt more and more that he was a mouse tricked by a cat. However, under this situation, he could only suppress the anger in his heart and concentrate on serving this Italian-made fighter that could strike at any time... Since World War I, the Italian aviation industry has always occupied a place in the international aviation field. In 944, the g55 test flight was successful, and immediately

With its impressive data, they have joined the ranks of top piston fighters. After entering the Italian Air Force, their performance in various training exercises has indeed lived up to expectations, but they also have high maintenance requirements and are difficult to adapt to hot and cold areas. Moreover, the reliability and stability of the aircraft have never been tested in actual combat. Based on these points, they are not enough to truly compete with the top piston fighters in Germany and Ireland, and they do not have to be born at the same time and have the advantage of generation difference.

After finally adjusting the course, the Italian Air Force captain suddenly caught a glimpse of an enemy plane in the rearview mirror and rushed towards him. Is this the rhythm of ending the game and collecting the results?

Pavalini did not dare to be careless, and quickly increased the power output, adjusted the air combat flap, so that the fighter re-entered the angle of diving. Perhaps it was because of the too fast movement, or it might be that the damaged tail wing was overwhelmed. After entering the diving state, the "Centaur" did not fly according to the pilot's control intentions. Its nose fell like lead blocks, so that the diving angle became larger and larger. Pavalini had to hold the joystick with one hand and the other to maximize the flap angle, but this move had little effect. The reading on the meter quickly passed 7, and the fuselage was shaking violently. The only thing he could do now was to try to keep the fighter's body balanced. Once the aircraft fell into a spiral, it would not only not change the result of the falling onion, but even the chance of parachuting and escaping might be lost!

4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters... The flight altitude of the fighter jet dropped sharply. Just as Captain Pavalini was about to give up, the horizon in his sight began to move upwards, which meant that the nose of the aircraft began to rise, the angle of the body of the fuselage began to decrease, and the "Centaur" gradually got rid of the critical state of disintegration, and slowly lowered from the astonishing 75 kilometers.

After breathing a little relief, Captain Pavalini's heart was immediately "pulled" by the scene in the rearview mirror: the enemy plane was still closely behind its butt, and the distance between the two planes was less than 1,000 meters. That is, its landline dropped by 3 meters to the limit that the body could accept, but still failed to shake the enemy plane away. At the current distance, the opponent could use the machine gun to launch a fatal blow at any time!

Captain Pavalini was unwilling to accept his fate but was unable to escape. But at this time, a noise-provoking call came from his headphones:

"Captain Pavalini, Galopah call! Captain Pavalini, Galopah call!"

Hearing this voice, Pavalini was surprised and happy: "Hernan, where are you? How is the situation?"

The other party shouted: "Captain, is it you? Please make a louder sound, I can't hear it clearly! It seems that the entire southern Italian radio communications were disturbed by the Irish!"

"So hell!" Pavalini shouted, "Hernan! I am Pavalini! I am on the north side of Comino Island, my tail wing was damaged, the plane lost control, and an enemy plane followed me, it was a bad situation! I could be shot down at any time!"

"What... are you north of Comino? I'm also... flying towards Sicily... Takali Airport... Enemy planes are air strikes... unable to take off and land..."

Through the irritating noise, Pavalini struggled to identify the words of his partner. The Takali Air Base was also destroyed? It was really hopeless news! He thought to himself that he hoped that the airport in Sicily would not be attacked, otherwise Lieutenant Gallopa would have to fly to the southern part of the Italian Peninsula. If there was no oil leakage, the fuel should be enough...

Just as the Italian Air Force captain was distracted to think about these things, the sound of a bursting machine cannon came from the r-44t behind. The flight trajectory of the ordinary 2mm machine cannon was difficult to identify with the naked eye. The routine was to load a tracer bullet at a distance and see the light spots flying by in the rearview mirror. Pavalini trembled completely, and his strong intuition drove him to pull up the ejection button.

Just as he and his seat were thrown out of the cabin by gunpowder, the machine shells shot from the enemy plane tore the metal skin of the "Centaur" and broke its fuel tank, igniting the oil inside. The second half of the fighter was wrapped in flames in a blink of an eye, and the body could no longer maintain balance. It was like a kite with broken strings, and then fell to the sea with an irregular spiral. After a few seconds, it exploded in mid-air, and the remaining body instantly turned into countless pieces!

The moment the parachute was opened, Pavalini's extremely entangled mood suddenly came to peace. He hung quietly under the parachute, allowing his body to sway and rotate with the parachute rope, and the blue-gray-painted carrier-based fighter easily and freely escaped from a large-angle dive. He saw it fly by near Pavalini, and then flew to the east without looking back.

Seeing this, Pavalini sighed deeply. The pilots of the new United Kingdom Navy really have the same temper as the Germans. They never kill enemy pilots who escaped by parachuting, just like ancient knights disdained to kill escapers from behind. This is not a kind of respect, but a arrogant person's contempt for his opponent.

The despised Italian Air Force captain gradually approached the sea with the parachute. Although he was not a naval pilot, because he was stationed on an island like Malta, his carry-on equipment includes a simple lifesaving suit that allowed him to float on the water for a long time. As long as he was not entangled with a parachute rope when he fell into the water, it was not too difficult to wait for rescue alive or swim back to Malta by himself.

After falling into the water, Pavalini calmly unbuttoned the safety buckle of the parachute bag, got rid of the entanglement of the parachute rope and nylon fabric, and floated on the sea in a backstroke posture. Soon after, the roar of the engine came from the sky. He looked in the sound and soon saw two dark green-coated fighter jets flying west to east. It seemed that they might be the fighter jets that survived the attack at Tacari Airport. The most important thing at this time was not to entangle with the enemy fighter jets, but to reconnaise the exact location of the enemy aircraft carrier as soon as possible, guide the aviation troops in southern Italy to launch air strikes on it, and then use their strength to reverse the battlefield disadvantage...

Although Pavalini's idea is good, he ignored a cruel reality, that is, his opponent is far ahead in the field of radar technology, and relying on his strong economic and industrial strength, he equipped the expensive and exquisite airborne radar on every carrier-based fighter. In comparison, most Italian pilots still don't know what airborne radar looks like, so their tactical thinking naturally stays in the visual air combat mode, and

Fang's foot had entered the era of sight-based air combat. Before the two dark green painted fighters had flew far away, two blue-gray painted fighters suddenly dived from the sky. Their rapid and precise attacks were like an eagle rushing to the rabbit. The two Italian fighters could only avoid hastily and had no ability to fight back. Within three minutes, the two new United Kingdom Navy carrier-based fighters shot down the two Italian Air Force fighters.

Pavalini, who was floating on the sea, saw it clearly and was stunned. Before experiencing this scene, he had never imagined that there was such a big gap between the two countries' aviation forces. Just a few moments ago, he felt that it was not afraid of joining forces with the new United Kingdom and the Austro-Hungarian Empire, because the increasingly declining Austro-Hungarian Empire had only two or three hundred first-class fighter jets that could compete with the g55 and c25. Although the equipment level of the new United Kingdom was good, the overall size of the aviation forces was less than two-fifths of Italy's. It seems that it is not the case now!

Just as Italian Air Force Captain Pavalini was calmly thinking about the overall situation of the war in the cool sea, all three major military airports in Malta were attacked. Among them, Khalfar Air Base and Takali Air Base suffered nearly devastating blows. Only Valletta Airport, which was the largest and finally attacked, still retained a certain combat power.

As early as the British rule, Valletta Airport was established as a military base. Later, after the development and reinforcement of the Germans and Italians, it became the most complete air force base in the entire Mediterranean region. The main ammunition depot and oil depot here were dug in hard limestone, and were even equipped with pumped fire extinguishing devices used on warships. Its design is enough to resist the bombardment of battleship artillery and heavy aviation bombs. Especially after the dive bomber technology matured, Italian engineers added a thick layer of concrete above these important facilities to ensure their "absolute safety".
Chapter completed!