"This sky is only us today!"

The distance of 100 meters does not seem to be far, but for these Anglo-Iranian coalition forces who are carrying the fierce German firepower to attack, this 100 meters is like the ends of the earth.

If they had a choice, they would rather choose to run 30 kilometers with 30 kilograms of equipment on their backs than run the 100 meters here with a 4 kilogram Lee Enfield.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Abbott jumped out of the armored vehicle and ran about ten meters when he was crushed to the ground by the fierce and precise firepower of the German army.

"Hey! Dude!" As soon as Abbott got down on the ground, he heard a call from the side, "Dude! Here!"

Abbott looked at the source of the sound suspiciously.

In a dense bush not far in front of them, six or seven British soldiers were hiding.

"Come here! Come here!" a British non-commissioned officer shouted at him and waved to him.

Abbott looked up at the German position and found that the Germans on the opposite side were not paying attention to him, so he hurriedly crawled towards the bushes.

"Find a place to lie down, sir!" The sergeant who had shouted at him earlier stretched out his hand and pulled him into the bushes, saying, "Don't reveal your position! The marksmanship of the Germans on the other side is terrible! "

"Okay sir, okay!" Abbott supported his steel helmet, "By the way, sir, are you not going to attack?"

"Attack? Sir, are you talking about attacking?" The sergeant smiled. He pointed to dozens of corpses lying in the open space in front of the bushes, "Are you talking about attacking me?"

Abbott looked at the corpses. Most of them were Iraqis, but there were also more than a dozen people wearing British Royal Air Force uniforms.

But whether they are wearing British military uniforms or Iraqi military uniforms, they all have one thing in common, that is, the muzzles of their bodies are all in the deadly places.

This terrifying sight made him swallow his saliva.

"Sir..." Abbott hesitated, "What should we do?"

"No way, wait while watching the show." The non-commissioned officer said helplessly as he watched the heroic British-Iraqi coalition force charging continuously despite huge casualties.

"Wait? What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the support of the planes!" The sergeant looked at the sky in the direction of the air force base, "They should be coming soon, according to the plan, they should be coming soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noisy engine sound in the sky not far away, and soon, dozens of black dots appeared in the direction of the air force base.

"They are here!"

"We're here! Guys! The Royal Air Force is here!" Aubrey roared excitedly, controlling the outdated biplane "Gladiator" fighter.

"Aubrey, you bastard! Pay attention to your posture!" The leader of the flight formation reminded nervously and loudly on the tactical channel. He was one of only three pilots with actual combat experience in the entire flight formation. "We I don't want to lose a precious fighter because of the stupid shouting of the pilots in the first place!"

"Okay sir." Aubrey adjusted his flying attitude and said awkwardly.

"The situation of the 'Air Force Marines' doesn't seem to be very good." Just as the team leader scolded Aubrey, a pilot pilot who flew a temporarily modified "Oxford" trainer looked not far ahead. The ground where the battle was tragic, said.

"Indeed." The active Aubrey was the first to speak. He looked at the ground troops that were struggling to advance, and said, "But it's okay! Here we are, man, the Royal Air Force is here!"

"Haha, yes! This is our sky!" Another student pilot laughed on the channel, "I don't believe that the Germans can fight one against three without air dominance?"

But as soon as he finished laughing, the plane shuddered violently and almost didn't roll, which scared him into a cold sweat.

Obviously, his skills failed to keep up with his heroism. After all, they were a group of pilot students, and it was inevitable that they would make mistakes during the war.

"Stop talking nonsense, gentlemen, we'll go back as soon as we finish our work, don't delay my afternoon tea!" The team leader said seriously, "Hold on, boys, don't be nervous! How you usually learn, do what you do now!"

"Okay, guys, start slowing down now! Slow down! Then circle to reduce altitude! Circle to reduce altitude!"

Following the clear instructions of the team leader and the leadership of two other pilots with actual combat experience, this group of children successfully hovered the plane at the height of the bomb, although it still flew a little crookedly.

"The first echelon! The first echelon is ready to drop bombs!" Seeing that the flight formation had finished executing the order, the team leader issued the next order.

The first bomb-dropping formation consisted of nine "Gladiator" biplanes with two 250-pound (113-kilogram) bomb pylons. They had to drop the bombs as soon as possible, and then flew back to high altitude to cover the remaining planes.

Although Smart felt that the requirement to "react and send aircraft to the front within 30 minutes of the attack" was too difficult for the Royal Iraqi Air Force, he strictly followed the battlefield protocol and put the fighters in the first place. One echelon and have them re-raise the screen formation as quickly as possible.

After briefly aiming at the target, the team leader pushed the joystick first, and drove the plane to dive towards the German position.

As the dive speed became faster and faster, the fuselage of the "Gladiator" fighter gradually trembled, just like the hands of the team leader trembling with excitement.

150 meters, 130 meters... The distance is getting closer and closer, but the leader has not pressed the bomb button until it is close to the limit, and only throws two 250-pound bombs on top of the Germans.

Watching the two bombs detach from the wings, the team leader immediately yanked the joystick, and the old "Gladiator" biplane fighter made a "scream" with the team leader's "violent operation", but it was attributed to the double-layer plane of the biplane. With the strong lift brought by the wings, the old plane was successfully pulled up from the height of the treetops and flew towards the sky again.

There is no doubt that this was a bombing full of "performance", and the "performance" was very successful.

"Wow! Handsome!" Aubrey exclaimed exaggeratedly on the channel, "Captain! I want to learn this trick from you too!"

"Haha!" The team leader was praised and smiled happily, but he laughed for a while and still gave a serious order, "Aubrey, including all the pilot students, I forbid you to come like this! You can't play this action. , only a seasoned pilot like me can do it!"

"It's alright! I'll try it, if it doesn't work, I promise I can pull it up! And we're the only ones in the sky today, so let's take a class!" Aubrey said eagerly.

Unfortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, someone noticed two small black dots in the sky not far away.

"Enemy plane, enemy plane!" the leader reminded loudly.

"Enemy plane? Iraqi?"

"Maybe... No! No! Damn it! It's German! It's 'Yellow Nose'! The German's ME109!"