Six Hundred and Eighty-Two Lift Off to Fight

"Emergency! Emergency! All fighter pilots go to the standby area immediately! Emergency! Emergency! All fighter pilots go to the standby area immediately!" In the lounge of a secret military airport in Romania, sharp sirens echoed.

The two pilots were holding glasses, bragging about how many enemy planes they had shot down in which battles—although these achievements have been mentioned countless times by the parties involved, they will still be brought up as usual, just like a class reunion Everyone is willing to talk about the funny things in the game that I don’t know how many times.

Hearing the alarm, the two hurriedly put down the glasses in their hands. Although drunkenness is not allowed when on duty, there is still no problem in drinking two sips of French wine to quench your thirst and brag in the lounge. The two rushed out of the lounge one after the other, and ran quickly to the dressing room not far away.

In the corridor, there are already pilots wearing black special leather jackets, goggles, and wearing armed belts while running towards the tarmac. After all, some people are playing poker in the locker room, and the speed of reflection is even faster. Faster enough.

"Damn! What the hell happened, the ground radar found the enemy plane?" While opening his locker, he complained loudly that his opponent disturbed their rest. It wasn't slow, in just a split second, he had already taken off his regular clothes and threw them into the cabinet, and pulled out a jacket for keeping warm.

"I heard that the news did not come from the radar station. When I came, the people at the airport radar station were also gathering urgently. I heard that the news came from Turkey, saying that a large number of American planes had crossed the border." There were news everywhere. Well-informed people, it seems that there can be people who like gossip everywhere.

"American aircraft?" Under normal circumstances, even if the American aircraft came to attack Romanian oil fields, they would change their paintwork and logos to disguise themselves as British aircraft, so generally speaking, the Luftwaffe internally The airstrikes were classified as "British airstrikes" rather than "American airstrikes". However, Turkey obviously does not have this habit, they only rely on their own eyes to distinguish.

"I heard that these planes didn't change their paint job, so they just flew straight towards us." The well-informed German pilot had already put on his equipment, and hurried outside without talking nonsense. It is an emergency assembly, and everyone must rush to the tarmac as quickly as possible to stand by.

Putting on the leather jacket, the pilot was taken aback when he heard what the other party said, then curled his lips and said helplessly: "I don't know if I can catch up with the fight. The Americans came last time, but they didn't When our plane rushed to the place, the guys from the anti-aircraft artillery unit shot down all the twenty or so planes..."

"Hey! It's different this time! I was chatting with the beautiful lady officer in the telegraph room, but a message came. I saw the contents of the telegram. There were almost 200 planes from the Americans.

Why don't you have to call us for the remaining planes? "Another pilot also put on his own clothes and walked towards the gate. No wonder he was in a hurry to put on his equipment when he heard the news. Maybe this time will really add a lot to everyone's shooting record. Can you not be excited?

what's the situation? Are Americans stupid? Is this a declaration of war? Hundreds of planes came to bomb without disguising themselves as British planes. Isn't this the rhythm of completely turning faces? The German pilot who heard the news was taken aback for a moment, and then saw that several comrades around him were hurrying to put on their clothes after hearing the news, so they also put on their clothes in a hurry.

By the time everyone had assembled in the assembly preparation room on the edge of the tarmac, 9 minutes had passed since the alarm sounded. The entire preparation room was already full of pilots and commanders. The commander of the squadron walked into the room with his intelligence notebook in his hands. disappeared.

"All planes took off immediately to meet these American planes. For the purpose of military training this time, the number of planes to take off has been determined to be 150. All pilots in this base will participate in this interception operation." The squadron leader looked at all the planes. The pilots saw the excitement in their eyes.

Many of them are pilots who have performed well on the front line, otherwise they would not have been selected to deploy in such an important position, but most of the time they can only hope that the Americans will not want to send planes to die, see Hundreds of thousands of comrades-in-arms on other fronts increased their record.

"I won't say any more. All the pilots on standby began to board the plane, and cooperated with the ground crew to conduct the final inspection of the plane. Then they mounted special weapons for interception, and all the planes took off in formation to meet the American bomber fleet." The squadron leader clicked Nodding, it seems that he is quite satisfied with the morale of his squadron.

With this order, all the pilots ran towards their planes. The fighter jets deployed by the German army in this area are all relatively mature FW-190D liquid-cooled high-altitude interceptors, which are specially designed to deal with high-altitude bombers. The weapon configuration of a 30mm caliber cannon and two 20mm caliber cannons in the central axis can cause greater damage to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned American B-17 bomber.

In addition, Germany's high-altitude interceptor fighter jets can carry a type of rocket, which can disrupt the opponent's defense formation and disperse the opponent's bomber formation when launched in batches. This weapon was used when Germany intercepted British aircraft in retaliation for the bombing of Berlin, and the effect was very good, so it has been used to this day.

One after another, the FW-190D fighter jets began to taxi in the middle of the runway at the airport. With the buzzing sound of the propeller driven by the engine, one after another, the German planes with the Iron Cross identification mark painted on their wings began to take off. , and then formed a neat formation in the sky not far away, with four planes as a file, and flew towards the distant sky. And there, more planes are gathering, like densely packed locusts.

At the same time that the German planes took off to intercept the American bomber fleet, the American bomber fleet from the Black Sea coast had already flown over the Crimea. The engine-enhanced fighter jet escorted aggressively towards the Romanian oil field.

Khrushchev and Marshal Voroshirov looked up and saw the American bomber flying over their heads, feeling unspeakable melancholy in their hearts. Now their situation is really bad to the extreme: at least the Soviet Union won the war, the two of them will be hanged by Stalin on the Red Square as an example; and even if the Germans win, the end of the two of them is not necessarily Where is the good news, it is probably the end of dying of old age in prison.

But the two of them are still leaning on a big tree with withered leaves, looking up at the blue sky, where there are American B-17 bombers in dense formation, these bombers are going to bomb the German oil facilities, Destroy the war potential of the German army. The white five-pointed star painted under the wings of these war equipment looks different from the red five-pointed star of the Soviet Union, because outside the white five-pointed star, there is a blue circular background color, and the two sides of the circle , there are two more white horizontal bars - this is the logo of the US Army Aviation Corps, both Khrushchev and Voroshirov know it.

Almost at the same moment, the b-17 bomber unit that attracted the attention of the German army from the south to the north began to drop a secret weapon they carried this time from the magazine of their own aircraft, chaff that could interfere with radar beams. This kind of thing can make the radar unable to detect US military targets in the area, including specific information such as speed and quantity.

On the ground, the German army was deployed at an outpost radar station in Bulgaria. A radar operator looked at a screen of white flowers interfering with snowflakes, turned his head helplessly, and looked at his commander: "The enemy has found chaff that is harmful to the radar. They are using chaff to interfere with our detection, and now I can't confirm the current heading and altitude and speed of these aircraft."

"Rely on the original measured data to make inferences and calculations, and then pass the information back to the second-level radar observation station in Romania." The German military officer at the radar station was obviously very depressed that the Americans had found a way to interfere with the radar. Shen Shen's tone deployed the combat order: "Continue to monitor the target flight area, the chaff cannot exist all the time, they will show their tails sooner or later!"

The call went all the way back to the Romanian air defense command headquarters, and then an air force major general with a mustache on his mouth grabbed the phone in front of him and said respectfully: "General Catherine? I am the Romanian air defense command commander." Garand of the Ministry, the Americans threw chaff jamming in the radar monitoring area... Yes! They jammed our radar monitoring, and then did not change the flight path, still approaching Romania! Yes, the plane has taken off, it is expected soon There will be contact."

"The actions of the Americans this time are a bit weird. I don't think they will have only chaff as a backup! No matter what method you use, you must ensure that no American bomber can enter Romania!" On the other side of the phone, Catherine's The voice came with a hint of majesty. After all, this is related to more than half of the oil resources of the German army, and no one can be careless.