1229 Jet Age

"The Venomous Bee 22 found the target! The Venomous Bee 22 found the target! There are so many of them!" In the headset, the pilot of a German jet fighter reminded his companion loudly that the German fighter can fly higher, Easier to spot enemies ahead.

"It's right in front! It's about 11 o'clock downwards! I've seen them!" The German pilot code-named Venomous Bee 20 drove his own plane, keeping a distance from friendly planes, and shouted loudly: "About 200! Quite a lot!"

With more and more reminders, the German fighter force began to prepare for the attack formation, and the American pilots on the opposite side also saw the arrival of the German fighter force: "My God! Their planes seem to be more than ours! "

Germany took off a total of more than 80 jet fighters. Behind these jet fighters, there were about 220 other fighters of various types: including the Ta-152 and the FW-190D liquid-cooled high-altitude interception model. So if you count the number of all German fighters, they are almost on par with the 420 aircraft of the United States.

"Be careful! Be careful! The Luftwaffe has a kind of rocket that can be launched at a longer distance and disrupt our formation! Pay attention to dodging! Then quickly restore the formation to cover each other!" While driving his own B- 17 bombers, the commander of the Allied forces reminded his allies to pay attention to the various weird weapons of the Germans.

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, the German jet fighter force, relying on their superiority in flight altitude, dropped all the large-caliber rockets mounted on the American bomber formation. These rockets drew white trails in the sky and rushed towards the American aircraft, causing panic in the American bomber fleet in an instant.

"Dodge! Dodge!" For a moment, the earphones of the American bomber fleet and fighter unit screamed in horror. These densely launched rockets did play their due role very well-to break up the formation of the American bomber formation and create opportunities for German fighter jets to charge and kill.

German fighter pilots flew their ME-239 fighter jets and dived rapidly, increasing their speed to an astonishing level. His fighter almost chased the rockets he fired, and rushed into the American bomber fleet a few seconds later.

He adjusted his nose, pressed the aiming crosshair on the fuselage of an American bomber, and then calmly pulled the trigger to fire, allowing the 30mm cannon on the nose to attack He fired fiercely at the target, spitting out dazzling tongues of flame. The shells of the large-caliber cannon flew straight into the fuselage of the American plane, and he made a rolling motion immediately after, avoiding the enemy plane that might hit it.

For a moment, as if in slow motion, through the curved glass above his cockpit, he saw the turret on the nose of the enemy plane he had just fired and was trying to point the muzzle in the direction of his dive. But because his speed is too fast,

The opponent did not aim the turret at the place he was flying in time.

Flying the plane, rolling at an unprecedented speed and breaking away from the opponent's entanglement, the German pilots once again demonstrated their overwhelming advantage in flying speed. And once their speed continues to dominate, they can continue to use the one-shot escape tactics that they are too familiar with in air combat.

This tactic was once abandoned by Luftwaffe pilots because of the significantly increased speed of Allied fighters. But now, the German pilots flying the ME-239 jet fighters have another chance to show off their invincible momentum in the sky.

As the first German jet fighter flew over the formation of American bombers and poured shells from the large-caliber cannons on both sides of the nose on the fuselage of the American bombers, the second German fighter jet also rushed over the U.S. The bomber's firepower net. The first American bomber to be hit had just emitted black smoke, and the turret on the back of the other American bomber was smashed into pieces by the shells of the cannon.

"Boom!" The huge roar of the engine resounded through the sky, and the German fighter jets threw off all the American artillery shells trying to keep up with it in the sky with absolute speed, leaving a series of traces of tracers in the blue sky. . Under the piloting of the German pilot, the plane gracefully circled a large circle in the sky, and then returned to the increasingly fierce battle group.

It was easy to point its nose at the target again, and then speed up and dive close to this hapless wretch, and violently opened fire to tear the opponent apart—the Luftwaffe, which invested in jet fighters, regained the feeling of killing in the past. The U.S. bomber fleet was chaotic and scattered, and they ravaged wantonly.

At this time, the first American B-17 bomber that was hit was finally overwhelmed, and it shattered in the sky. The wing was broken like a machete, and it directly cut off the plane of another American bomber. wing tip. In the distant sky, one after another B-17 bombers were hit and exploded, crashing into the sea off the coast of Norway.

Because of the absolute superiority in quality and the different levels of combat power of the two sides, this battle was destined to be a massacre from the very beginning, a unilateral and calm killing by the Luftwaffe. The German pilots tore the formation of the American bombers back and forth, and in just a few minutes, they wiped out more than 50 of the American bomber formations.

"Thuk! Thuk!" The American shooter controlling the machine gun tried his best to aim his weapon at the ghostly targets. He tried many times until his plane was hit and his comrades were shot. Flying out of the cabin, he failed to hit any German targets.

He pressed the communicator and yelled loudly at the cockpit, as if he wanted to vent his fear: "Their plane is too fast! I can't even aim at it! Find a way to get out of here! Get out of this damn place!" "

"The Germans' new aircraft! Their wings are tilted backwards! My God! Their speed is almost 1,000 kilometers per hour!" Without knowing the actual speed of the German fighter jets, the American pilot described it as exaggerated as possible. own opponent. They want to feed back some valuable information to their motherland, because it is very likely that they will all be buried in this damn place today.

"Damn it! The new German plane hit me! Please return! Please return!" In the headset, the pilot of an unknown plane wailed. He shouted hysterically, with desperate fear, this shout infected every Allied pilot, and made everyone more uneasy.

Although the U.S. fighter jets have joined the battle, it is obvious that these two-body long-range fighters that can barely deal with the ME-109C fighter jets have no way to fight the German ME-239 jet fighters. These American fighters even ran within range of the bombers and sought shelter from the bombers.

The battle was doomed from the very beginning, and the only variable is how long the Allied pilots can last. When the Ta-152 fighter jets joined this killing feast, the Allied bomber formation ignored the order, temporarily abandoned the attack plan, and began to return to escape the combat area.

One after another bombers crashed into the sea, and one after another P-41 fighter jets exploded in the air. When they arrived, there were 420 aircraft of various types, but only half of them were left when they turned around and fled. The German pilots obviously did not intend to let the opponent go. They drove their own planes and chased them all the way until they ran out of fuel and were forced to return.

"Fire! Don't give these Allied planes a chance to leave! Attack!" Unlike the sighs and sighs in the earphones of the American pilots, such shouts were everywhere in the earphones of the German pilots. This battle with the same record is rare, and no one knows how long it will take to get such a military exploit.

As a result, most of these poor American pilots were shot down, and only a few were rescued by German ships and sent to concentration camps to work until after the war. Most of the pilots died at sea, or disappeared into the world when their planes exploded. In the end, only 54 B-17 bombers returned to Iceland, and the P-40 fighter unit did not return because of panic and rear cover.

This second air raid on Norway, personally planned by Roosevelt, ended in a disastrous defeat. Without further hesitation, the general of the U.S. Army Air Forces ordered the recall of all remaining aircraft in Iceland. Then these senior military officers wrote a report in dejection and submitted it to President Roosevelt, who had already had a very difficult time speaking.

"Sir! Sir!" A young army officer held a folder, looked at Roosevelt's waiter, and asked in a low voice: "The news just came that the plan to attack Norway has completely failed, and only about one-tenth The plane went back to Iceland, and they didn't even see the Norwegian coastline, and they were shot back."

"Understood." The waiter glanced at the young officer, thinking that the other party also knew that if Roosevelt knew about the matter, Roosevelt might be fuming because of his mood swings, so he sent a young man over.

"Mr. President can't review any documents now. This is what the doctor ordered." Seeing the officer put down the documents, the waiter pressed his hand on the report of the Navy's heavy loss that had not yet been submitted to Roosevelt, and said, "Any news or documents We have to wait for the president's condition to stabilize before making an official reply."