Chapter 237

"We found the airport! They're taking off! " A pilot reported his findings on a phone.

"Harland, you're protecting us from the sky. We started to attack. " An air force commander was assigned tasks on a two seater command Stuka bomber.

"There's no problem with the fighters. You can start attacking. Four fighters will follow your formation, and the rest will climb with me to find the target. " Harland's voice came through the headphones.

Soon, most of the fw-190 fighters began to climb, while the Stuka dive bombers began to dive. A fw-190 fighter with yellow identification on the nose and a cute Mickey Mouse on the bottom of the cockpit stands out in the sun.

"Keep formation, divide into four combat formations, cover each other and guard the whole airspace." As he climbed, Harland assigned tasks. The German pilots, who had long been the elite of the hundred battles, quickly completed the adjustment action, and soon they flew to the height of the clouds. These planes made the buzzing engine sound, climbing skillfully and with a sharp murderous air.

Today's weather is very sunny, almost cloudless, which is a good day for the German air force. They like to find their opponents in a long distance, and then dive to attack calmly. They use super-high speed and good high-speed fighting ability to disintegrate their opponents instantly.

"07, your formation is in charge of the airspace on the left. 09, to the right of your formation. " Harland changed the plane to level flight, and then looked at the distance: "wingman, you follow me, responsible for the most dangerous place directly ahead."

"I understand!"“ 09 understand“ Yes, wingman There was an answering voice in the earphone.

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In low altitude, Stuka bombers have begun to attack the airfield of the Belgian Air Force. At the height of the clouds, one after another Stuka dive bombers hovered down like vultures who had found food.

The anti-aircraft gun positions around the airport finally realized their dangerous situation and began to fight back in chaos. Stuka dived under the gunfire, making the special sound of the shrill wing cutting the air flow. The bombs were dropped one after the other, hitting the anti-aircraft gun positions that had opened fire. For a moment, the smoke of the explosion was everywhere, and the cries and orders were in a mess.

In the deafening roar of engines, the pilots of the French air force checked their instruments for the last time. The ground crew was standing in front of the plane, waving their hands to signal them to take off quickly. So the pilot tried to start the plane, adjusted the VHF radio station to channel 4, and waited for the command post to talk.

"02, comm channel 4, command: direction 150, climb angle 25 degrees, please answer if you hear me." From the earphone came the anxious confirmation of the ground tower. The anti-aircraft gun positions around had opened fire, but then they were killed by the German planes around. The bombs dropped by these planes were very accurate and did not panic because of the anti-aircraft guns.

On the radio, the commander of the French Air Force stationed in Belgium is frantically ordering his plane to take off. However, looking at the dense air force aircraft in the sky, he knew that this kind of dying struggle did not seem to work. But always try, otherwise hundreds of fighters and bombers will be destroyed. As soon as he thought that this frustrating result might change the whole local situation, the French Air Force Commander felt a cold sweat in his palm.

"This is 02, channel 4, direction 150, climb angle 25." The French pilot returned mechanically.

Holding the radio, you can even hear the shaking feeling in the voice of the ground Tower: "understand! The wind speed is normal, the runway is cleared and ready to take off. Hurry up

"I understand. I'm taking off! " The pilot replied as he accelerated the plane.

"Good luck." The tower said one last word.

The French fighter plane began to slide slowly on the runway, but at this time a German Stuka dived down in a hail of bullets. Everyone saw that the huge bomb hanging on the belly of the Stuka plane was thrown out of the fuselage by the throwing rod, and several small bombs under the wing left the plane almost at the same time.

"Boom!" After a loud bang, a huge crater with a diameter of more than 10 meters was blasted out on the runway of the airport. The French fighter plane that wanted to take off was overturned on the ground because of the huge blast wave. The engine was emitting black smoke, and the wheels under the wing were still turning faintly.

The French ground crew on the ground rushed to rescue the pilot, but found that the whole cockpit had been crushed by the weight of the plane itself, and the glass was full of blood. It seemed that the pilot inside was also very dangerous. Before they could get close to the plane, the engine of the smoky plane started to burn, and everyone had to retreat to avoid the secondary damage caused by the fuel explosion inside the plane.

Above the sky, the successful German plane turned a somersault in the sky and left a group of French pilots looking up at the sky helplessly.

"Keep dropping! Destroy those hangars. " Seeing the whole burning Belgian airport from the cabin, the commander of the German Stuka bomber group simply marked the location of a destroyed airport on the map, and then continued to order: "planes without bombs, use machine guns to strafe all worthy targets. You're welcome. "

"I understand!" In the earphone, some pilots answered loudly. With this reply, some bombers who picked up and regained their altitude dived down again, and began to shoot some high-value targets such as anti-aircraft gun positions and oil depots. The roar of the engine was like the howl of the devil, which frightened the French and Belgian defenders on the ground. Soon there were two more French planes ready to take off. This time, they were much smarter, using the smoke from the hit planes and equipment, trying to avoid the German plane's view and take off secretly. But their luck is not so good, they are taxiing to take off when they hit the dive of the second bostuka dive bomber. Three Stukas made strange noises and turned straight down from the sky. Once again, they accurately dropped the bomb at the exact position they needed to attack. Two planes were directly hit by the bomb and turned into a sea of fire. The debris from the terrible explosion even hit the fuselage of the German Stuka bomber, making a slight clanking sound“ Don't let the pilot take off again! It's too late! Take them to shelter On the command tower, the magistrate gave a loud order: "call the surrounding airports to remind them that we have been attacked by the German air force!"“ Evacuate! Quick... "The other officer was sweating. And beside him, a sergeant who was answering the phone was full of despair: "hello? This is the airport? what? Your airport was attacked, too? Speak up! Hello As soon as he left the phone, another one rang again, so he had to pick up another receiver: "what? You need air support? I'm sorry! There can be no support! On your own. " However, on the invisible roof of the command tower, above the kilometer high sky, three Stuka bombers began to sideslip one by one, entering their ideal attack position. The 20 mm caliber machine guns on the wings of two Stuka jets flames, and the tracer bullets blaze a dazzling light path in broad daylight and fly to the hapless targets on the ground. A plane parked next to the command tower was hit by a machine gun, and instantly broke apart and paralyzed there. An oil tanker was hit by the bombardment of the plane, and the fire broke out instantly. The fuel inside burst out, emitting thick black smoke. More than a dozen French ground crew members became burning firemen, struggling in painful distortion. And around them, trying to rescue their companions, but helpless. The pilot of the Stuka bomber, who was in charge of the main attack, pushed the joystick and the plane began to dive. In front of his plane, the two Stuka bombers, who were in charge of covering, had begun to pull up. He slightly adjusted the control lever and pointed the aircraft's nose at the airport control tower he wanted to attack. Again, on the instrument panel in the cabin in front of him, the cross line in the center of an optical sight was aligned with the target. The huge dive made his whole body seem to be pressed on his seat, but he still concentrated, ignoring the shells and bullets flying around him. Suddenly, he pressed the switch and dropped the heavy bomb. The plane trembled slightly. The speed seemed faster, and the response of the control lever suddenly became more sensitive. He knew the bomb had left the plane and was heading for the target. So he suddenly pulled the control lever, the speed of the whole plane suddenly slowed down, his whole body was pushed to the seat belt by the huge inertia, and his viscera squeezed his stomach, but this feeling was very enjoyable for him. So he yelled and pulled up the plane, and his plane responded to him with the most sensitive sense of control. After suddenly reducing its speed, the plane began to raise its head quickly, and the earth began to extend to the distance, and then the sky appeared again as if it had been invisible for a long time. The bomb accurately hit the command tower, the explosion instantly destroyed the building, all the people inside were not spared, instantly torn to pieces. With the explosion and collapse of the tower, the smoke from the whole airport became denser. One plane after another exploded and burned on the ground, and this airport, like dozens of other French front-line airports, was completely destroyed by the German air force. Looking up at the smoky airport below, Harland snorted. Then look forward to the sky, where a dozen small black spots are rapidly approaching“ Guys! Here comes our work. " Harland's plane has begun to accelerate: "let the French remember that even if they fly, they have to be hit." Behind his plane, the wingman accelerated. Then the third fw-190, the fourth, the fifth