Three Hundred and Thirty Nine Interception Battle

"It's so enjoyable!" Colonel Niels witnessed the entire bombing process from the observation window. Hundreds of bombs were dropped from the plane, and then accelerated to the ground after free fall. A flower formed of flames blooms on the ancient street.

This operation has no practical effect, because although the city of London has a long history and is the core of the United Kingdom, the city does not have many heavy industrial targets, and bombing here has little effect on destroying the war potential of the British army. There is only one meaning of bombing here, and that is to deter the top British leaders and let them remember how dangerous it is to assassinate the German head of state.

"Gentlemen, the bombing is over! Those British guys should remember us! Now, let's return!" Niels laughed and ordered through the intercom: "All planes began to accelerate and climb to an altitude of 9,000 meters."

The humming became louder and louder, and the engine of the Butcher bomber began to make a pleasant sound. The huge strategic bomber began to slowly rise to altitude, and after a while, it crossed the clouds and flew towards the predetermined route. If there is no accident, they only need to fly for about an hour, and they can see the fighter group of the Air Force, and they have completely returned to the safe zone.

"All machine gunners stay alert! We need to fly for about an hour to meet the reinforcements. During this time, we can only rely on ourselves!" Nils said loudly through the communicator.

Accompanied by his voice, the British anti-aircraft artillery positions began to fight back. The shells shot into the sky as if they didn't need money. Most of them were large-caliber anti-aircraft guns with low accuracy and density. It seemed that the British's local anti-aircraft firepower had not yet fully responded.

But good luck did not always accompany the strategic bomber unit led by Colonel Niels. Just a few minutes later, they encountered their first real challenge in this operation.

"Colonel Niels! Colonel Niels! There are British fighter units behind us! They are climbing, they are climbing!" A plane flying on the periphery reported what he saw.

Colonel Niels looked at the altimeter, and now they have flown to an altitude of about 8,000 meters. According to the information provided by the intelligence department, apart from a few smuggled me-improved fighters, it seems that there are no other fighters in the UK that can fly there Altitude around 8000.

But the current situation is that these fighter jets have climbed to an altitude of about 8,000 meters, and it seems that these new British fighter jets can climb higher.

Fortunately, these British fighter jets came in pursuit, so it obviously took a lot of effort to get closer, so Colonel Niels calmly arranged the formation of the bomber formation and confirmed everyone's defense mission. Immediately afterwards, he ordered the bomber fleet to continue to climb to an altitude of 9,000 meters to see how the British fighter jets reacted.

Niels suddenly discovered that other countries in the world are not standing still, and the speed of development is not much slower than Germany. When Germany took out long-range strategic bombers, Britain also took out fighter jets that can fly to such a height for combat-it seems that bombing Britain in the future will not be an easy task.

Soon, the speeding butcher bomber group raised the altitude to 9,000 meters, while the British fighters behind seemed to have reached the limit of their flight altitude. They maintained a height of about 8,700 meters, approaching the bottom of the tail of the butcher bomber.

"Thug! Chug!" The cannons at the tail of the Butcher bomber fired. Compared with fighter jets, these freely rotating cannons are obviously more flexible. Easier to lock on and aim.

British fighter pilots are obviously also veterans. They know that if they attack by biting their tails, they will obviously be at a disadvantage. Because of its own engine problems, the Hurricane fighter's current limit flight altitude is 9,600 meters, and its flight performance has been affected at altitudes close to 9,000 meters. So their style of play is to approach the target from below, then climb up and attack like a fish jumping out of the water, and then descend to return.

But obviously the lower part is also the key fire protection area of ​​the Butcher bomber. There is a double-barreled 30mm cannon controlled by a female gunner, so as soon as these British planes entered the range of fire, the counterattack of the German strategic bombers began.

If the previous air force fighter combat was a duel between knights, then the current fighter-bomber formation combat is a bloody and tragic positional battle. There is no skill at all here anymore, it has simply become a cruel competition of firepower between the two sides.

The Germans relied on tail- and belly-mounted 30mm cannons, while British pilots were armed with 7.7mm machine guns. However, the British fighters have a slight advantage in terms of firepower density, because each Hurricane fighter is equipped with eight 7.7 mm caliber machine guns.

These Germanic teenage girls serving on bombers, they turned their turrets, took aim, and pulled the triggers to fire at the approaching British fighters. Unlike directly attacking soldiers, these female gunners are still very competent in attacking some non-human metal aircraft. They don't have any mental pressure at all, just pull the trigger and watch each other fall with long black smoke.

Of course, accidents will happen, such as at this moment. In the turret under the belly of a Butcher bomber, a female pilot took aim at a Hurricane, and soon she was pulling the trigger, unleashing a barrage of shells.

The plane was still far away, not ready to climb and attack, so the entire cockpit was facing the Butcher bomber above, so the German female gunner saw her bullet hit the cockpit of that plane by coincidence , beat the driver inside to pieces.

The shells from the cannon easily shattered the plexiglass hatch of the plane, and then easily shattered the pilot inside, and then pierced through the bottom of the plane, causing the plane to fall with thick smoke, shattered Those scarlet bloodstains on the hatch cover made people shudder.

"Ouch! Ooh!" Seeing the tragic situation after she hit the opponent, the female gunner began to vomit violently. This was her first attack, and naturally it was the first time she killed in her life. The severe discomfort made her forget to fire, and the British pilot seemed to have finally found the only flaw in the German bomber formation.

The Hurricane Fighter, like a fly that smelled a fishy smell, began to pounce on the temporarily misfired area, and the distance between the two sides also shortened a lot. The 7.7 mm caliber machine gun of the British Air Force began to exert its power, and the fuselage of the German bomber with a misfired belly gun was punched with a row of holes by bullets.

"We've been shot! We've been shot! Someone's been hurt!" shouted a German machine gunner with 13mm machine guns on both sides ready to fire, because beside him, the machine gunner on the other side He was hit by a bullet and was screaming.

"The machine gun below us is not responding! The machine gun below us is not responding!" The navigator on the co-pilot confirmed it twice and said loudly: "The machine gunner on the side! Go and see the shooter on the belly of the machine What's wrong!"

"God! Keep going up! We need cover! Revenge 35 needs cover! We need to climb! Please allow us to climb!" There was a crisp sound on the bulletproof steel plate on the driver's left side, and he hurriedly applied for cover in fright. And began to let the aircraft continue to climb altitude.

"Fill the hole left by Vengeance 35! Keep the formation! We have entered the English Channel! Hold on for a while!" Nils frowned and approved the request of Vengeance 35: "What happened just now? Why did you Not to fight back?"

"Damn it! British fighter jets can fly to an altitude of 9,000 meters, how is this possible!" The machine gunner on the Revenge 35 bomber crawled through the narrow passage, looking at the bullet holes left in some places, and complained: " Don't get hit again! I don't want to fall this high!"

While muttering, he crawled forward until he reached a small door in the belly of the plane, and then pulled open the small door. The cold wind came in all of a sudden, and he couldn't keep his eyes open. He had to quickly close the hatch, and then tighten the closing knob.

He put on the goggles, then wrapped his leather jacket tightly, and then turned the knob to open the hatch, and then took a closer look at what was inside.

The entire turret was riddled with bullet holes from machine guns, and some places had cracked holes the size of palms because they couldn't withstand the damage of the airflow. The female gunner who vomited had been hit in the chest by the machine gun. She was still hanging on the seat because of the seat belt, but because she was dead, her limbs were swinging back and forth with the airflow.

Because of the violent airflow, the entire turret was covered in blood, which made people feel sick and nauseous. The machine gunner who came to check quickly closed the small hatch again to block the incoming traffic. cold wind.

As he crawled back with difficulty, he stopped talking with a cold face. It was the first time he saw a corpse that had been pierced through the lungs by a machine gun, the first time he saw a turret covered with blood, and the first time he saw a woman die so miserable.

When he returned to his place and put the earphones on his ears, he realized that his hands were still trembling. Pressing the switch of the communicator, he resisted the urge to vomit and said, "The belly turret has been destroyed, Bellina is dead."