Six Hundred and Eighty-Five as Long as I Am Here

In fact, the German engines have not yet reached the level of 44 years in another time and space. They can only rely on weight reduction to meet part of the design requirements, so the ta-152 fighter jets in another time and space can carry 90 shaft guns. Ammunition, and this plane in this time and space can only carry 60 rounds. Of course, as with most German weapons, the German designers left plenty of room for future improvements.

Moreover, the nose of the ta-152 fighter jet is much longer than its predecessor fw-190d fighter jet, so it has the nickname of "long nose 190" by the Soviets, so the nose of this plane The stability and initial velocity of the shaft gun have been significantly improved, so Hartman can make a bold surprise attack at a long distance when the American pilot is not ready.

But now there are only more than 30 shells in Hartman's machine gun. In the best case estimate, he can only kill 6 enemy planes with 5 shells, even if the 20mm caliber wing cannons, he could shoot down a dozen at most. This seems a bit far from eliminating 150 American bombers.

"I know we can't take down all of them! But we want to destroy the largest number of enemy planes!" Hartman tilted his head, looked at the huge bomber fleet in the distance through the glass of the cockpit, and said to the squadron leader.

As he spoke, he gently pushed the joystick in his hand, causing the plane to adjust its flight direction again, aiming the nose at the distant American fleet, and then looked at the oncoming American fighter jets, smiling Said: "As long as I am here! This is the airspace of Germany! No enemy can violate it! Remember the first rule in the Eastern Front Flying Rules?"

"Any plane that doesn't have an Iron Cross on its wing will be shot down!" The squadron leader was also aroused by Hartman's fighting spirit, and he followed Hartman's plane with a smile. He pointed his nose at the opponent's fleet: "Take these fighter jets for an appetizer first! Let them know that the German pilots on the Eastern Front are the most powerful pilots in the world!"

The sound of the roaring engine echoed in the sky, and the coastline of Romania's annexation of Ukraine can already be seen in sight. Flying a short distance further, it is the real Romania territory. American bombers will soon be able to see them The coveted target of attack.

Why are racing cars so popular in peaceful times, and why are so many rich people willing to drive their cars to challenge faster speeds? Because men desire to be faster and more agile in their bones. This is a primitive and wild pursuit, a means to reflect a man's strong will, and an excellent way for these energetic people to challenge life and death.

Compared with these crazy moves, driving a fighter jet equipped with an aircraft cannon, rolling and chasing in the air at twice the speed per hour, and then tearing the opponent's wings and smashing their heads in the most direct way, this is definitely now Countless lunatics dream of experiencing things—of course, whether they have the courage to fly two planes towards 200 planes is another matter.

As some black spots too small to fight back and forth in the sky, a Romanian fisherman standing on the coast was horrified to see the locust-like American bomber group not far away. He looked up at the sky, full of heart is fear.

He has seen the German planes, so he knows that these planes are not German. He can easily distinguish the German fighter jets, and saw the two fighter jets shuttling among the American planes, looking weak and struggling The appearance of struggling. He felt that the end of his country was coming, and he felt helpless.

In fact, besides him, there are some people who feel that they are helpless, and their current mood is closer to despair than to be helpless. Just when Hartmann challenged 200 American planes with two planes, a full 150 German fighter jets were entangled with the 150 American bombers that had just entered Bulgaria.

Compared with the air battle over the Romanian beach, the air battle here can only be described as tragic, because almost every second, there are planes falling from the sky dragging thick smoke, and the roar of the engine is like two collisions. Like a chainsaw together, it makes people's eardrums feel extremely painful.

The moment the two sides met, these German planes fired a round of densely packed rockets. These aviation rockets were as dense as raindrops, making it impossible for the American bomber formation to hide.

So one American bomber after another was hit by rockets, because rockets are more destructive than aerial cannons, so these sturdy b-17 bombers exploded into a ball of gorgeous flames directly in the air. With the explosion and crash of these bombers, the originally neat flight formation became beyond recognition.

Before the pilots on the American bombers recovered from the shock, the German fighter jets swooped down from high altitude and poured a large number of shells on these bombers whose formation was already messy. A bomber formation that has lost its formation is fragile , especially since they don't have the cover of fighter jets yet, so they are even more embarrassed.

However, the American b-17, like the German butcher bomber, has perfect and powerful self-defense firepower, including four electric rotating turrets on the nose, belly, back and tail, and 12.7 mm caliber machine guns on both sides of the fuselage . These weapons protected the plane like a hedgehog, enough to fight against the German planes that killed it in all directions.

But if it is said that these weapons can completely protect the aircraft, it would be a bit exaggerated. The most important role of these weapons is to protect them. Shooting down opponents doesn't seem so professional.

In just ten minutes, about 15 German planes and 40 Allied planes crashed in the sky, almost one in a few seconds. Open parachutes floated all over the sky, looking like dandelions. That is the proof that the pilots of both sides parachuted, but obviously these people who also parachuted and escaped are in a different mood now. The difference is that the territory under these people's feet belongs to Bulgaria, and it is full of Bulgarian soldiers with swastika armbands and Mauser rifles on their backs.

If the U.S. bombers in the direction of the Crimea faced Hartmann, they could only rely on numbers to endure losses and continue to advance to defuse the opponent's interception, then the U.S. bombers in the direction of Bulgaria were not so good. Fortunately, because they have no advantage in numbers at all. By the time they finally found themselves supposed to turn and flee the area, there were only a measly 70 bombers left.

"Turn around! Get out of here! Organize the formation! I need to keep the formation! Keep the formation!" The commander at the core of the fleet issued an order to retreat. They have already completed their mission as bait, and there is no reason to be here In vain, the whole army was wiped out.

Seeing that the U.S. bomber force began to turn and flee, the battlefield commander of the German fighter formation also issued an order to retreat: "20 cover planes carrying auxiliary fuel tanks with sufficient fuel abandoned the auxiliary fuel tanks and continued to pursue. The rest of the aircraft returned immediately!"

This time it was the turn of the American pilots who couldn't believe their good luck. Except for a small number of German fighter jets, the remaining more than 100 German planes started to return like them. Everyone knows that their situation is really bad now, as long as they continue to chase and kill them all the way, they will be wiped out if they cannot enter the territory of Turkey.

But I don't know why the Germans retreated. Instead of chasing and killing them, they let the dying American bombers go. "God bless us, they seem to be more important..." At this point, the commander realized why the Germans retreated. Obviously, the American bombers in the other direction succeeded, so they left here in a hurry. Go back and clean up the mess.

"Great! Gentlemen! Our sneak attack on the other side may have been successful! That's why they rushed back for reinforcements in such a hurry! We can be said to be safe now! We escaped the pursuit of these twenty enemy planes , we can return to the voyage safely!" His words drew cheers, after all, it is definitely a very refreshing thing to be able to escape in a mission that must die.

"Sir! In other words, our attack on the Romanian oilfield was successful?" A young pilot asked his superior through the intercom, and laughed happily after getting a positive answer: "Great! It seems Our sacrifices are worthwhile...after all, we've...can't go back."

When he finished speaking, the young pilot took a look at his plane, which had been smashed by a shell, its windows were smashed and its instrument panel was smashed. Just a few seconds ago, several engines of this plane had It has stopped, and only the communicator on the driver's ear is still working.

So on the way back, the bomber fell with thick smoke. After breaking away from the battle, it failed to return to its own airport safely and crashed in the southern region of Bulgaria. With the fall of this bomber, the Americans finally determined the number of planes they could return safely. After all the way to kill and the Bulgarian ground anti-aircraft guns took advantage of the fire, the Americans finally returned to the Middle East base, only a pitiful 44 planes That's all.

Even so, they felt they were on the winning side, because they surmised that the other side's operation had been successful, that the Romanian oil fields had been effectively destroyed, and that the Germans were about to run out of fuel to power their formidable war machines. .