Chapter 1682 The Bomber Takes Off (Plus 17)

Every plane has a line of letters on the nose of the plane, revenge!

One of their companion brigade, the 462 bomber brigade, has been cancelled, and the entire brigade was killed in the first bombing mission. For them, it is absolutely unbearable, and they want to avenge the 462 brigade!

For this nighttime mission, they must turn the entire Midway Island into a place of death!

Captain Michael is a young man in his early thirties. Just a few months ago, he was only a team captain. With the rapid expansion of the bomber force, his rank is also rising rapidly.

Now, holding the flight briefing, he looked at his pilots and said very briefly: "This time, we are going to avenge our 462 brigade, we are going to blast the bomb accurately on Midway Island, and let there be Completely in ruins, like Petersburg used to be."

It's no secret that they already have big, terrifying bombs, but it's still pretty exciting to hear that their bombers are carrying that kind of bomb.

"Be careful, before flying over the target, turn off all flight lights, and don't let any mistakes ruin our lives. This time our navigation, don't make mistakes, and act according to our plan. Now, let's go!"

In night bombing, the first priority is navigation. In the previous successful night bombing of Germany, they tried every means to carry out night navigation.

And now, the plan of the American bomber force is very simple, because the Hawaiian Islands are still in their hands!

They flew to Hawaii first, where precise ground lights would give them directions, and as long as they flew the correct distance on the route, they would be their destination.

As the most advanced bomber, the B-29's navigation equipment is also quite advanced, and with the help of the ground, they can ensure that there will be no accidents.

A famous pilot got on his own bomber, and with the roar of the rumbling engine, the B-29 fleet took off.

This time, they didn't even need escort fighter jets, after all, at night, it was of no use at all.

In the black night sky, it is very difficult to find targets, it is difficult to find large bombers, and it is even more difficult to find fighter jets.

Although the 462 bomber squadron was wiped out, they were not afraid.

One after another bombers rolled off the runway, took off, and plunged into the dark night sky.

It was also dark on Newfoundland, Canada, just before dawn, and the sky slowly brightened as they flew east.

This time, it was the 20th Bomber Wing and the second B-29 Bomber Wing. Although the training time was not long, most of the pilots were drawn from the B-25 and B-17 units. Came here with a lot of experience.

With the whining sound of the base, a famous pilot rushed to his bomber.

Captain Howard Jarrell was also running towards his bomber at a brisk pace. He was in his thirties, the golden age of a man. He carried his full set of flying gear and ran very fast.

Although it is posing as a civil airliner, it is also dangerous. The long-range P-51 Mustang fighter cannot perform intercontinental escort missions for them. In order to complete this long-range flight, they have reduced their weight and even carried only four bombs. tons, and the rest is used for extra fuel.

Once intercepted by the Germans, it may be the same as the encounter on Midway Island. You must know that the fighters in Germany are even more terrifying. There are still rumors that there is a fighter without propellers, which is even more powerful.

They have a mortal consciousness, bombing the coastal shipyard, the task is arduous and must be completed, when they joined the US Army, they planned to die for the country.

Even so, it is best to save lives. Howard's equipment includes an umbrella bag and marine life-saving equipment. If he has the opportunity to skydive, he may still survive.

Now, the sky is still dark. After they took off, they flew eastward for more than an hour, and it was daylight. When they continued to fly eastward to the Spanish coastline, it should still be the afternoon of local time.

Hope it goes well.

Howard drew a cross on his chest, got into his cabin, and began to prepare for takeoff.

Meanwhile, in Greenland, a high-latitude frozen region, the B-25 fleet that has just arrived here is refueling.

"Bah." The pilot, Gross, got off the plane and spat fiercely towards the tarmac: "Whoever came up with this plan with his butt, it has tormented us all."

The B-29 took off directly from the base. Their B-25 bomber unit, because of insufficient range, could only make an early transfer. It was indeed a toss-up to fly over this way. What Grus said was not derogatory, he was just complaining.

"Yeah, we have tossed enough." The red-eyed captain Charlie also sighed: "It's been almost 20 hours since I haven't closed my eyes. Now, hurry up and squint for a while, and wait until another two or three hours. It is estimated that the order to take off has come down."

They came over from the base and haven't rested yet. Now, it's precious rest time, and everyone knows that time is tight.

They are waiting for the echelon to take off from the homeland. The two sides cooperate to launch an attack together. According to the plan, when the plane from the homeland is halfway through, they should be dispatched. After all, flying at ultra-low altitude is quite laborious.

"Yeah." Grus remembered his goal before takeoff, and flying over at an ultra-low altitude is definitely a physical task, and now, if you can rest, just rest!

Several people walked to the short duty room on the side, and soon snored.

It is close to the North Pole, and it is almost always in a state of extreme daylight.

Iceland, Reykjavik.

Since the last short war, Iceland has returned to its previous peace, which seems to be no different from before, and there are some more military bases on the outskirts of Reykjavik.

The runway is directly permafrost. In this high-latitude area, it is quite complicated to carry out infrastructure projects, and at the same time, it is not necessary. For excellent fighters, they can even take off directly from the wild.

Now, inside the base, a bunch of Junkers-88s are preparing for takeoff.

The Junkers-88 does not seem to be famous. It is not like the Stuka with the inverted seagull wings, whistling with a whistle and intimidating everywhere, and it is not like the Junkers-290. Once dispatched, it will be terrifying destruction.

However, the Junkers-88 is the real excellent tactical bomber, and it is the existence of the panacea in the entire equipment.