Petersburg Air Force Base.

"What, has my fighter plane not been repaired yet?" Kalarixin asked anxiously in the repair hangar as several maintenance personnel were busy on his plane.

"Secretary, you are anxious, we are also anxious, but look, your belly has been wiped out, and we must replace it with a new one, otherwise if you fly in the air, the plane will disintegrate. How did this MiG-3 pass the shaping? There are so many faults. It is not the first time that the landing gear cannot be put down."

As the crew leader said, he pushed the wooden board in front of him with a plane, and the shavings came out of the plane, which looked very beautiful.

In this era, advanced fighter jets in many countries have long been made of metal materials, but the Soviets' excellent aviation aluminum production is far from enough to meet the consumption of the aviation troops. Therefore, like many other aircraft, the MiG-3 still uses a wooden structure.

Its body structure is all wood, and the middle and tail skins of the wings are made of three and two layers of millimeter-thick plywood, which greatly simplifies the production process.

At the same time, it is also convenient to repair. In the maintenance team, there must be a qualified carpenter. Just repair wherever it is broken. Anyway, there is forest everywhere in the Soviet Union, and there is no shortage of wood.

Come out of the hangar, Kalarixin's face was filled with anxiety. Now, news from the front line has come. The German bomber troops in Berlin had taken off an hour ago. They will soon fly over Petersburg to bomb. This is a great battle to defend Petersburg. This is the cradle of the October Revolution and must not be ravaged by the Germans.

He wanted to take off to defend the airspace, but his plane was out of service, which made him very anxious.

Come out of the repaired hangar, Kalarixin ran towards the combat readiness duty room, where to find a way.

"Lechkarov, let's go to the battle cruise." Pokreshkin said to his wingman with his flying hat.

According to the German voyage, it is not possible to reach Petersburg for the time being, but now they are about to take off and cruise, and to face the enemy at any time. At the same time, when the enemy reaches its own defensive radius, they call a large number of fighter jets to take off to meet the enemy.

The battle will break out over the Baltic Sea, trying to block the German air force in the west of Petersburg and prevent the Germans from bombing their own cities.

Early warning is very important, and Pokreshkin took on such a task.

"Yes." Lechkarov picked up his flying hat and wanted to walk out with Pokreshkin, but at this moment, his body shook.

At this time, Kalarixin happened to walk to him and held him just right. His hand passed through Lechkarov's forehead and was shocked: "Comrade Lechkarov, you are having a fever!"

"It's okay, I can do it." Lechkarov broke free from Kalarixin's hand and wanted to continue walking forward with Pokreshkin.

Damn, I should have heard Pokreshkin's words yesterday.

When Lechkarov flew over yesterday, he did not put his canopy cover. This was almost a habit of him and he couldn't change it. However, he didn't expect that he had a cold yesterday and had a fever.

He kept insisting, for fear that others would find out, and that he would not be able to fly a fighter plane when he was sick, so that he would not be able to take off the air to fight. He did not want to miss such a battle.

Hearing Kalarixin's words, Pokreshkin turned around, reached out his hand, touched Lechkarov's forehead, and he was also very serious: "Lechkarov, you are burning very hard, why don't you report in advance? Go to the infirmary and don't take off again today."

"But I am your wingman. If I don't take off with you, no one will protect you from behind you." Lechkarov said anxiously.

"I, I!" Kalarixin's eyes shone: "I have been flying on the MiG-3 for more than 50 hours and are experienced. My plane has not been repaired yet and can just go on a mission with you."

In his heart, Kalarixin was even happy. Lechkarov was so ill that he had freed up a plane for himself.

"I won't let you touch my fighter." Hearing this, Lechkalov became even more anxious. His hand even clenched into a fist and rushed towards Kalarixin's nose. You kid, you dare to pick up my leak!

"Lechkarov, execute the order!" Pokreshkin ignored Lechkarov's mood now, and always took his words as a warning. This time he should teach Lechkarov a lesson and give him a long memory.

Pokreshkin looked at Kalarixin again. He still remembered the scene when Kalarixin landed bravely while flying a fighter without landing gear a few hours ago. This was a determined pilot, skilled and able to follow his mission.

"Let's go, follow me closely," said Pokreshkin.

"Long live!" Kalarixin shouted happily, dropped Lechkarov, whose eyes were on fire, and ran out.

The MiG-3 is developed from the MiG- and is as ugly as the MiG-. The long nose in front occupies almost half of the length of the fuselage. The cockpit is in the middle. When sitting in the cockpit, the nose in front is raised high blocks all the forward field of view and can't see anything.

For pilots, they are used to all this. The front must be high, otherwise the propeller will hit the ground. Although they cannot see the front, they just need to see both sides.

The liquid-cooled A-3 engine emitted a stream of black smoke. With the violent vibration, the engine roared and started normally.

Kalarixin looked at the front of the cabin, and there was a small hanging photo of a young girl, who seemed to be Lechkarov's lover. This guy seemed to always like to violate some discipline and was strictly prohibited from hanging these photos in the plane.

Kalarixin took the photo off and put it in his pocket. After returning to Lechkarov, he would return it to Lechkarov.

", take off with me." Pokreshkin's voice came from his headphones.

"Receive." Push the throttle lever and release the brakes, and two MiG-3s slid onto the runway and rushed into the sky quickly.

The MiG-3 is one of the best fighters in the Soviet Union, which is reflected in the rapid climbing speed. The two continued to climb, pulling the fighter to a height of 10,000 meters, and then headed west and flew over the Baltic Sea.

In this combat cruise, they had to discover German bombers as early as possible, which was a long-range mission, so the wings on both sides were equipped with auxiliary fuel tanks, which allowed them to have a patrol radius of more than 500 kilometers.

", pay attention to the visual search." Pokreshkin continued to order.

Flying in formations must be familiar with it. Although my wingman is skilled now, the cooperation between the two sides is not enough, so Pokreshkin has to remind him a little more.
Chapter completed!