Harlamov entered the room and saluted Wang Zhong first, "Greetings to you, General Rokossovsky."
Wang Zhong, "How are you adjusting? After all, there are no capital soirées or girls here. I know about you pilots, always quickly hooking up with girls whenever you're on the ground."
"That's a prejudice, General. We would rather dance in the sky with the enemy than with the girls on the ground."
Wang Zhong, "And how did that dance go?"
"Shot down three," Harlamov said with a smile, "and all of them were Stukas we caught at low altitude, just like you suggested. They often use their high speed after diving to escape, but we cruise at 3,000 meters to gather speed. Once we spot an enemy plane diving, we are faster, and a simple crossing can secure a victory."
Wang Zhong, "Didn't their 109s engage with you?"
"I didn't encounter any, but my squad mate Semyon said he took them down with a slight maneuver."
