Chapter 759

This kind of cost is high. You must know that a Junkers 290 has four engines, which is equivalent to four fighter jets. Just the fuel consumption is quite a lot, not to mention that every bomber now carries Bombs are quite expensive.

The bombers climbed slowly, almost all the way to the sky over France, before they rose to an altitude of 10,000 meters. At this altitude, they merged with the FW190 fleet that came to escort them.

Although an air force base has been established in Plymouth, the scale of that base is still not large enough, and there are more fighters that need to take off from the mainland. Fortunately, the FW190 has a large range, enough to provide bombers with full escort missions.

Now, the entire fleet, with more than 300 planes, flew straight towards Exeter. The dark crowd made the British instantly nervous.

In London, after getting the news, General Dawding was also very anxious. He kept giving orders to let his Spitfire fighters go to meet the bombers bound for Exeter.

"Now, we can dispatch 130 Spitfires, and the Spitfires we just landed can take off again to meet the enemy." In the headquarters, the beautiful female commander, with a long pole, was on the sand table. He pushed his own aircraft over: "This is all the fighters we can raise now."

Helping the air defense of the 10th district can't wait. It is obvious that the German bombing is to practice their rhetoric of demolishing the entire city.

The German conspiracy must not be allowed to succeed!

If there were ordinary citizens in Exeter, then the Germans would never dare to blow up the whole city so wantonly, but now, the citizens in the city, under the intimidation of the Germans, have all escaped and accepted it. German survey.

What a shame for Great Britain!

"We can't wait for Exeter to let fighter jets intercept in the middle of the strait," said General Dawding.

Exeter is not deep, and the other party began to enter the bombing route almost before reaching the land above the land. Therefore, their own interception must also be early, and reaching the middle line of the strait to intercept is already the last way.

"Yes." The beautiful female commander took the pole and pushed the plane to the position of the center line of the strait. At this moment, the phone in the command room rang again.

"General, our observation post has once again found a large number of German bombers ready to bomb London. The number is even greater than last time!" At this moment, amazing news came again.

Germans, aren't you tired? Dawding's face suddenly became ugly. Now, although they can dispatch hundreds of Spitfire fighter jets, these fighter jets have been repeatedly dispatched for multiple sorties. They almost landed, refueled, hung bombs, and took off again. The pilot Even more exhausted, many of them can only be carried off the plane by the ground crew.

They did their best to raise these planes to intercept them. This was the last interception before dark, but at this time, the Germans came to attack London again!

How to do?

"The Prime Minister has ordered us to protect London first," another staff officer said.

Protect London! For Dowding, the protection of London was always his top priority, so Exeter could no longer organize an effective interception.

Dawding knew that Exeter was destined to be abandoned, and now there was nothing he could do.

The siren sounded at the airport near London, and the Spitfires took off again to intercept them. Before they took off, they almost received different orders twice.

Germans, of course not tired! Because the size of the German Air Force has long surpassed that of the United Kingdom, and now, the German Air Force is only attacking in batches! The United Kingdom, however, has to use all its air defense forces to intercept it.

Exeter.

Drobinski lay on a stretcher.

When his plane was hit, he parachuted, but because the parachute was too late, when he landed on the ground, the speed was still too high, and his legs were broken.

Fortunately, the defenders on the ground rescued him and sent him to an empty hospital, where he was simply bandaged and fixed by the doctors accompanying the army.

Now, he can only wait, waiting for reinforcements to arrive at night, after which he will take a boat and retreat from the water.

The pain at the broken leg continued to spread to his brain, but at this time, he was not distracted by these pains, he thought more.

Those terrible FW190s, that terrible firepower, can Britain beat Germany? Whether it is tactics or strategy, Britain does not have much hope!

Now that the Germans have landed on the British mainland, if the British mainland falls, which country in this world can resist the German invasion?

Soviet Union? Forget it, the Soviet Union was also responsible for half of the demise of Poland.

It seems that only the United States! Yes, only the United States can defeat Germany!

Lying in the open space outside the hospital, looking at the scorching sun from the west, looking at the buildings, the shadows of the trees gradually elongated, and Dlobinski's thoughts also flew.

Until the roar in the distant sky pulled him back to reality.

This voice is all too familiar.

He opened his eyes, blocked the sun with his hands, and looked into the sky. Sure enough, the large bombers were so spectacular.

Relying on the pilot's vision, he quickly recognized it, four engines, normal layout, this should be the German strategic bomber, Junker-290!

Looking at the densely packed bomber fleet, the number of opponents dispatched is definitely more than 100!

What are they here for? Thinking of the flyers he picked up, Dlobinski suddenly felt a kind of fear in his heart, shouldn't they, they're here for demolition, right?

"Hey, hurry, go to the basement!" Dlobinski shouted to the soldiers who were taking care of him. "The bombing of the Germans is coming soon!"

They don't have weapons, so they can only be next to each other for bombing.

The cathedral in the center of the city, at the top of the tower, Bernard held the telescope, looking at the bombers that came.

"Germans, don't try to destroy the entire city by bombing, come on! Our brave soldiers are waiting for you here!" Bernard raised his hand high.

"Hey, there's a lunatic below?" At this time, on the pilot bomber at the forefront, bombardier Ludwig aimed his eyes at the high-precision bombing sights. His target was the highest in the city. The high tower of the cathedral in the center, he actually saw a man waving his fist there.

"Prepare to drop the bomb," Ludwig shouted.