I was level at 17,000 feet when I spotted the enemy airfield far in the distance. I went into a steep dive to check out the action. Leveling off at 2000 feet my P51 was doing about 475mph as I was about 1 mile from the end of the runway.
Tears of joy sprang forth out of my eyes as I saw a Yak9 on final approach. *BZZZZZZZZZZZZ* My 50 calibers were like buzzsaws as I filled this poor Rook full of bullets. His left tore off and flames shot out of his wing root. "Have fun bailing out at 200 feet sucka!" I yelled.
I started pulling back on the stick to go into an immelman, when low and behold I spotted some aircraft on the runway. A Spitfire, a Yak, and another Spitfire. I had perhaps 1 or 2 seconds maximum before I would be past them. There was only 1 thing to do- send them all to hell! I pointed my nose at the first Spitfire and fired until his plane broke in half. The Yak was almost at flying speed, I blew his wing off and he exploded. The Spitfire was airborne now I and he fell off on his left wing after he started burning.
Somehow 2 planes crashed trying to get me while I did that vultch run and I ended up with 6 kills. Unfortunately I was going so fast that when I pulled up I tore my wings off and died. Boooo.
