On a cold, shining morning of August, 1944, a Wurger flight is ready for take off (in the foreground, Cement, than Kruger, BT75th and, in the background, me).
They are on a fighter sweep mission: they must head for the Dover cliffs and shoot down any Allies plane they will find.
The tough pilots from IV/3 are determined to bring hell to their allied rivals!
After a quiet flight they reach England coast, where the flak hail them, while, in the background, two menacing dots show themselves.
They're Mustangs from the 363rd FS of 357th FG! (Frank3 and, in the background, condorcl). Even if they lost their leader, caught in a thunderstorm (Raptor01, who was disconnected by the bad weather over his house!), they accept the fight!
The joust is soon on, as the P 51B quickly turn towards the weak tail of the jerry formation.
Frank3 frames BT's Focke Wulf...
...and starts firing at it...
...hunting the poor BT down...
...till he has a good firing solution...
...and chew the 190 with his .50s, tearing the right elevator off, and piercing the fuel tanks!
It seems BT is done for, but...
...with a daring maneuver, thanks to his plane's amazing roll rate and what's left of his elevator...
...he manages to escape, risking to collide with the Mustang!
But the second P 51 is in...
...unaware of what is rushing on him from his six!
The german leader (Kruger) quickly close in...
...firing at the Mustang and taking it out piece...
...by piece...
...till the inevitable end!
One last Mustang to shoot down!
But the american (the good Frank, here without is sheep :D) is not frightened by jerries' numerical superiority, and keeps hunting his prey (BT) down!
Another Wurger (mine) spots the Mustang and darts on his six...
...but luckly for Frank the jerry's bad aim allow him to continue his pursuit! (you know, I'm short-sighted! ;) )
At last, the pressing attack of the Wurger force the American to give up his firing position behind BT.
The fourth german (Cement) spots the tracers, and throttle up to reach the fight!
He cleverly position himself for a snapshot, thus not interfering with his pal;
the first pass is not good....
...and, while his short-sighted mate tries to catch the Mustang, he reposition for a new snapshot.
This time the setup seems to be better...
... and with a quick rise of the nose...
...Cement leaves his mark on Frank's Mustang!
He mangled the horizontal tail surfaces of the P 51...
...and, once again, with an ungovernable aircraft under his pants,....
...the poor Frank has no other choice but to pick up his chute, his trusty .45, and sadly watch his former prey gladly faring away from him!
Once again the mighty Luftwaffe has made it!
And the tired but victorious jerry pilots can head home, to tell you this story!
