... which I think is hilarious. I'm picturing the Millenium Falcon dogfighting against Darth Vader's TIE fighter in the Death Star trench, I guess. I've tried fighting in the Mossie before and accomplished nothing but ripping off my tail, but he's chinging up kills faster than a pinball machine rings up metal balls, so I figure I'll give it a go.
First run is a simple 250lb bomb drop over the A46 city. There's a pretty heavy enemy presence but they're all down below 10k so I decide make a high-speed pass. Both bombs miss so I swing around to do some town strafing, with a Bish Yak and Spit IX trailing me. I pop the Spit, which was last in line, in a wing-over HO shot, then strafe a set of buildings before the Yak saws off my tail on pull-out.
Next run was all-guns. Mutual HO against a 109 and we both die in brilliant explosions.
All-guns again. Get an assist on a wounded Lancaster, kill a Spit in a snapshot, then a N1K hammers off my wing.
All-guns for the next few runs as both teams battled for supremacy over the "air corridor". I pop a couple of Mustangs in the back when they try their high-speed dive escape maneuver, get a Spit or 2 in snapshot merges, kill a running LA-7 on the deck, the usual fare. Finally we manage to push them back and I decide to reduce my fuel load to try and increase performance.
I make the run to A46 and start my dive on the airfield from 15k. The Bish are thick on the deck and the Mossie starts a-shakin' and a-rattlin' by the time I'm crossing the 8k mark. I cut my throttle and start swinging the rudder like IGShill had suggested, to reduce my speed so I don't rip off my tail. I'm starting my vulch run when I see some red planes upping. The cannons bark like a chain-gun and the ground boils with my shells. A Mustang and Spitfire lose their wings on their take-off rolls, and I just keep my finger on the trigger and rake all the way down the runway. Bap! Bap! Bap! Some hits from an M16 parked on the reload pad. He's holed my radiator! I complete my pass and swing around for another one, coolant trailing off my wing like air show smoke.
I start my vulch run again and the cannons spew hot lead down the runway. A 109 and LA-7 are starting their take-off rolls as my shells rip them apart. Farther down the runway, another Spit starts smoking and going to pieces as my cannons stitch a line down the tarmac while a Yak and Spit come at me from the sides. The airfield is ablaze and its hard to see all the planes zooming around the hangars. The M16 starts chattering at me again as I charge headlong at him so I kick a little left rudder and rake him with cannon. Boom! He explodes in a mist of flame and metal.
I've cut 5 planes to pieces but only got kill credits on 3 of them (I guess the other 2 managed to "Land Successfully" on their runway). I pull out and head for home, trying to nurse the dying engine. I radio to IGShill that I'm losing a radiator and heading for home, so he suggests that I cut the wounded engine and then restart it when I get closer. Just about the time I finish asking IG how to cut an engine, they both die. I'm out of gas! I use the autopilot to keep the perfect balance of speed and altitude until the nose starts to drop, then I drop flaps and gear and roll it down the side of a hill.
My hands are sweating as the Mosquito glides to a stop.
That's when I realize that I'm addicted to the Mosquito.
