Chapter 246 So, What Kind of Plane Is That?

At Hummerson Airport in the German-controlled area, the sky was gradually getting brighter at seven o'clock in the morning.

Major Yin Mailman got up on time, washed himself briefly, and then went out for a jog in his thin military uniform.

This is a habit that Major Immelman has retained for a long time. He believes that a qualified pilot must have a strong body, otherwise just the strong wind and low temperature on the plane will make him unbearable.

Running on the airport road that had just been cleared of snow, both sides were filled with the shouts of new trainees practicing and the instructions of instructors.

The trainees at Hummerson Airport are different from the pilots of the French Joffre organization. All the trainees here have a flying foundation. There are a total of 358 pilots including more than 100 regular pilots on staff, without exception.

They only need to undergo simple training and adapt to the new aircraft model, and they will soon become a qualified pilot.

This is also the main reason why Immelmann was able to defeat France's 29 aircraft yesterday with 13 aircraft.

However, this was also because the opponent was Xiafei, Major Immelman thought. It would be different if he encountered a Shire pilot.

What Major Immelman couldn't figure out was that he heard that Charles didn't know how to fly a plane at all.

Can a person who doesn't know how to fly a plane form an elite aviation force?

How does he grasp the training subjects and the training direction?

How can he command aircraft in combat?

But Charles did it, and did it well.

Immelman, on the other hand, must combine his own flying experience with his subordinates for repeated discussions and practice the deduced tactics before they can be applied to the battlefield.

This may be the difference between talent and hard work!

What Charles has is talent, Immelman has hard work. Without talent, he can only catch up with Charles by investing more time and energy.

What Immelman didn't know was that he was the one with talent. His opponent Ciel had no talent at all. All he had was knowledge.

More than half an hour later, Yin Mailman ran back to his dormitory.

The orderly stood at the door to greet him. He handed Immelman a towel. Hot milk and freshly baked bread were also prepared in the dormitory.

Perhaps because of his sixth sense, Yin Mailman turned back and glanced at the sky before entering the door. It was at this glance that he saw several extremely suspicious small black spots in the sky.

Yin Mailman felt nervous. Having performed reconnaissance missions for many years, he could tell at a glance that it was a model he had never seen before, even though he could not see anything yet.

(Note: Immelman was a reconnaissance pilot before becoming a fighter pilot. He once flew a plane over Paris and dropped leaflets)

"Telescope!" Yin Mailman ordered the orderly in a deep voice.

The orderly understood, and immediately ran back to the dormitory and returned quickly, holding the binoculars in his hand and passing them to Immelman.

Immelman raised the telescope and quickly adjusted the aperture to the farthest point, and ten large aircraft appeared in his aperture.

Immelman frowned. They looked like transport planes but they couldn't be transport planes. Germany does not have this type of aircraft, and it is impossible for the French to transport supplies to Germany.

He put away the telescope and considered it for a while, then picked it up again and looked carefully.

This time, he was looking under the fuselage of the "transport plane". He seemed to have seen something there just now.

As the target got closer and closer, Immelman finally saw it clearly. It was a series of black bombs, densely arranged under the fuselage.

Major Immelman's eyes widened for a moment. God, they put bombs under the plane for dropping. These are not "transport planes", but for dropping bombs!

"Get out of the house!" Major Immelman threw the binoculars to the orderly.

Then he turned around and ran towards the hangar, shouting as he ran: "Take off, take off immediately! Evacuate the plane, the enemy bombs..."

But Immelman was only a major squadron leader, and he could not order others.

To be precise, others did not understand Major Immelman's warning, even though some people had already seen the batch of "transport planes" flying towards them under Major Immelman's instructions.

At this time, no one had experienced large-scale bombing by professional bombers. They did not know its dangers and certainly did not know how to avoid it.

They even looked at these flying things curiously, making gestures and talking, guessing what they were.

Immelman hesitated for a moment, then rushed into a nearby phone booth. He hoped to notify Colonel Claus to give him an order...

But it was too late.

Major Immelman watched helplessly as these planes lowered their altitude and flew over the airport, then dropped black bombs one after another.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

…

Explosions rang out, and the originally peaceful airport was instantly filled with fire and smoke. Several planes were blown up on the runway just as they were about to take off. The trainees who had no combat experience were so frightened that they ran around and were blown up in pieces.

Immelman discovered that most of the bombs actually landed in the flight school area. He was suddenly awakened. The enemy's main target was the pilots rather than the aircraft.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was a loud noise from the direction of the oil depot, flames hundreds of meters high rose into the sky, and a heat wave rolled in, shattering the glass of the phone booth.

Major Immelman quickly jumped out and fell to the ground.

When he looked up again, he found that the airport was in a mess with flames everywhere, as well as corpses and plane wreckage on the ground.

The trainees were very brave. They immediately picked up their engineering shovels and joined the fire-fighting team.

Major Immelman shouted at them: "Get out of there and leave them alone!"

But no one listened to him. Students and even pilots rushed forward one by one. They didn't want the fire to spread to the hangar, where hundreds of planes were neatly parked.

"Boom!"

There was another explosion, and a chain explosion occurred in the hangar. The flames instantly engulfed the pilots and students who came to put out the fire.

…

The bombing situation was not reported to the city defense headquarters until the bombers returned to the airport. It was already more than an hour later.

Eric excitedly told Charles on the phone:

"The bombing was a success, Colonel!"

"Both targets are the same. Our bombs blew the enemy into a mess and destroyed at least more than a hundred aircraft."

"They had a couple of planes trying to catch us, but it just didn't work."

"Our bombers left them far behind, and we even shot down two enemy fighters!"

…

It is possible to "shoot down an enemy fighter plane". The Caproni bomber has a rear-firing machine gun. Before its speed reaches its maximum speed or it deliberately lowers its speed to allow unsuspecting enemy planes to catch up and bite its tail, it can kill the enemy with a burst of bullets unexpectedly. Machine shot down.

Of course, this is because the enemy plane does not know that this large bomber is also equipped with machine guns, especially rear-firing machine guns.

After this, the German pilots will notice this. They only need to approach from under the Caproni bomber, and the Caproni's rear-firing machine gun will be blocked due to the shooting angle problem, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Cheers erupted in the headquarters, and Lieutenant Colonel Fernand hugged Charles's shoulders tightly: "You even hid it from us, you bastard!"

Although the words were harsh, there was no blame on his expression, because it was well known that the headquarters had confidentiality issues and it was right to hide it from them.

Gallieni nodded slightly and asked, "So, what kind of plane is that?"

"A plane specially used to drop bombs." Charles replied calmly: "Each plane can carry 19 bombs. Each bomb weighs about 40 kilograms, and the total weight is 760 kilograms!"

When he said these words, Charles raised his chin slightly, meaning: If you don't place an order early, I'm afraid you will be robbed again!

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