It was the morning of 13th April, 1945. A lone P-51D Mustang flew over the forested hills and mountains of Germany. The whole body of the plane was painted black, save for the left elevator which was bright red in color. The logo of allied forces decorated its fuselage.
The pilot of this warbird was sent on a solo reconnaissance mission to gather information on a German airfield that was situated in this area. And now, with his mission finished, he has turned back for home.
As the Mustang made its way through the sky, its pilot suddenly noticed something in the rear view mirror. He adjusted the rear view mirror and in its reflection he saw two planes flying behind him.
The pilot turned his plane, trying to get a better look at the planes behind him as the tight cramped space in the cockpit didn't give enough room for movement to adjust his position and physically look behind himself. As he did that, he got a better look at the planes and his eyes widened as he recognised them.
Those planes were German Bf-109s. And seeing the way those planes turned towards the direction he was flying at, it wasn't hard to figure out what they were doing here. They were here to intercept him.
The pilot of the P-51 Mustang cursed his luck. He had expected this mission to be just a simple reconnaissance mission. He had expected anti aircraft fire, maybe flaks too. But he was definitely not expecting two enemy aircrafts intercepting him.
Behind him, the Bf-109s prepared to take down the lone Mustang. The pilots increased the throttle of their respective planes, increasing the speed of their fighters and open fired on the allied plane.
The P-51 quickly moved out of the way of the incoming fire to save itself.
The Bf-109s flew behind the P-51, firing burst after bursts of 30mm rounds at the black plane. But the Mustang skillfully maneuvered itself, diving and dodging its way out of the hail of bullets.
The German pilots then came up with a plan. The 109s split up. One kept shooting at the Mustang, forcing it to fly in the Germans' desired direction, while the other 109 climbed up in the sky and dived down on the Mustang. As expected, the Mustang moved out of the way to avoid the fire from the second 109. But this was all part of the plan as the second 109 made a quick turn and now the Mustang was trapped between both 109s.
The German fighter planes dashed towards their target, their engines running on full throttle and cannons firing at the enemy, as the three planes closed in.
Seeing the situation, the pilot of the P-51 put his warbird on full throttle and flew up, narrowly avoiding the onslaught as his plane climbed up in the air.
The 109s had managed to move out of the way just in time to avoid crashing into each other. But while the 109s were busy trying not to crash into each other, the Mustang took this opportunity and did a hammerhead maneuver, putting him directly at the second 109s tail.
The German pilot noticed the enemy behind him and tried to escape, but it was too late. Despite having a greater firepower and great maneuverability, the P-51 had much greater speed and was just as maneuverable.
The German pilot did his best to outmaneuver the American plane, but it was of no use as the American plane was closing the distance quickly. The pilot of the P-51 had lined up his sights and pulled the trigger.
The six .50 caliber machine guns of the P-51 sprang into life, shooting out high velocity tracer rounds at the Bf-109. The P-51 shot three long bursts at his target. The Bf-109 barely dodged the first two, but the third one hit its mark.
The German plane exploded into flame as its tail and right wing broke apart from the fuselage, as the Mustang flew past it. The pilot managed to bail out from the stricken fighter as it went down.
The Mustang made a quick turn, flying towards the German pilot. The German pilot, believing that the enemy was returning to finish him off, closed his eyes in fear. But instead of taking down the defenseless pilot, the Mustang flew past him, sparing his life.
The Mustang then quickly engaged the remaining Bf-109. And both were engaged in a dogfight. The two pilots flew their planes skillfully, dodging attacks from each other. Neither seemed to have done any considerable damage to the other.
But eventually, the Mustang had the Bf-109 in its sight. Its pilot immediately pressed the trigger to take down his opponent. But the guns didn't work, giving the Bf-109 the chance to get out.
The pilot pressed the trigger multiple times in hope that the guns would work again, and with some luck, he would be able to make the shot. But nothing worked. His eyes widened as he realized that for some reason, his guns had jammed.
Meanwhile, the Bf-109 had gained some altitude and it quickly dove down at the black mustang. The pilot of the German fighter had also realized, or had some idea of the situation of his enemy.
But to his surprise, instead of flying away to avoid the attack, the Mustang instead flew up straight towards him. The German fighter plane might have the high ground, but not for long since he underestimated his opponent.
Inside the cockpit of the P-51 Mustang, the pilot glanced at a panel just beside the control panel of his plane. This other panel wasn't a standard this, but a modification that he had installed in his plane.
This panel housed an electronic switch system that activated a bazooka that was installed on the underside of the plane, just between the landing gears. It was a queer modification to be sure. But it didn't stop the pilot of the black Mustang from going forward with it.
The bazooka was a last resort weapon that would always be loaded up and ready to use, no matter the mission. And the pilot had used it rather effectively quite a few times in the past.
Adjusting the sights of his warbird, the pilot held the steering handle in his left hand while reaching out for the panel with his right one.
He flicked a lever switch and a small red light on the panel turned off and in its place, a second green light lit up, indicating that the bazooka was ready to be engaged. He then twisted a nobb, that was just below the lever switch, and held onto it.
The fighter planes quickly closed the distance between them. The 109 was still shooting at his opponent as he skillfully evaded the incoming hail of led.
And as the 109 came into the sights of the Mustang, the pilot pulled onto the nobb and it slightly popped out of the panel, and thus the switch was active, activating the bazooka.
The projectile shot out and slammed right into the propeller of the Bf-109. Its engine exploded and pieces of its broken frame flew everywhere as the Mustang moved out of the way of the falling 109.
The Mustang stayed up in the air, watching the 109 go down. Its pilot sighed in relief when he spotted the pilot of the stricken German plane bailing out.
And then, the black P-51 Mustang turned for home.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:- Hey guys, Commander Alfa here, and I'm back with a new story. Hope you liked the chapter. Honestly, I was intending to upload this one much later, but since about 60 to 70% of the work on this one is done already I decided to go ahead and upload it now. I'd try to update this book as soon as I can, though this one is only a few chapters long.
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