Air combat

But although the Soviet pilots responded quickly, it was too late. The 24 gods of death from Germany started their harvest.

After hearing the command of the dive attack, Albison took the lead to start the dive, and Ansel, who was the wingman, also pushed the directional stick and dived towards the Soviets.

After entering the 400-meter firing range, Ansel pulled the firing trigger on the joystick.

"Da da da da! Tom Tom Tom!" With the slight tremor of the fuselage, the two MG17 7.92mm machine guns on the wings and the MG-FF 20mm machine gun on the center axis began to aim towards The Soviet I-15 in the mirror pours fire.

To be honest, the Soviet I-15 fighter is a biplane fighter with excellent performance. Its maneuverability in combat is the best in the world, no one.

Unfortunately, now its opponent is the powerful ME109T, and it is also equipped with a 20mm cannon. Therefore, the "powerful" I-15 was quickly beaten into a sieve under the powerful firepower of the ME109T and turned into a The ball of fire fell to the ground.

"Wow! Cool!" Ansel made his first victory in his life, and he whispered happily.

But before he was happy for a long time, Albrison's nervous reminder came from the earphone: "Ansel! Ansel! There is an I-16 biting you at 6 o'clock!"

"I, what should I do?" Ansel was a recruit after all, and he panicked immediately after being bitten on his tail for the first time.

"Up turn! Up turn! Do the Immaman maneuver!" Albrison glanced at Ansel who was still diving, and immediately gave him the most effective instructions.

Ansel complied immediately, and the excellent maneuverability of the ME109T was immediately revealed. The aircraft quickly recovered from a dive under Ansel's control, and then followed a small radius turn, allowing Ansel to get rid of him completely. I-16.

The driver of the I-16 was obviously an old bird. He desperately followed Ansel to maneuver, and even shot a few forward shots, trying to get a hit. Unfortunately, the powerful performance of the ME109T made all his efforts in vain, and he lost Ansel's eye contact.

The Soviet pilot flying the I-16 was not discouraged. He quickly stabilized the fighter and pulled up the altitude, trying to find Ansel again.

But he had no chance to find Ansel again, because Albrison, who was above him, had already dealt with his opponent and began to dive down towards him.

"Da da da! Tom tom!" With a short burst of fire, Albison accurately hit the cockpit of the I-16.

The cockpit glass of the I-16 was smashed instantly, and then a cloud of blood was splashed on the remaining glass of the cockpit, announcing the death of the pilot, and the plane that lost the pilot's control quickly hit the ground.

"Albrison! My good buddy, you're accurate!" Ansel praised.

"Haha, if you work hard in your usual training, you can be the same as me!" Albrison laughed, "Work harder, I've already shot down two planes!"

However, although the German fighter group took the lead and swooped down at the beginning and shot down more than ten Soviet fighter jets, the Soviet fighter group had an advantage in number after all. The group, also divided more than ten I-15s with relatively weak biplane maneuverability to pounce on the German bomber group again.

"Albison! They're heading for our bomber group again!" Ansel, who was fighting an I-16, glanced at the dozen or so I-15s that were leaving the battlefield, and headed towards Orb. Lisson said.

"No way! We can't control it!" Albison said to Ansel in the pain of overloading while making a small radius turn to get rid of the Soviet plane behind him, "Let the bomber brothers seek more for themselves. Blessed!"

At the same time, Keorsen and Bowen, who were driving torpedo attack aircraft under the battlefield, were nervously watching the fighter battle situation and saw the dozen or so Soviet fighter jets that had left the battlefield.

"Damn it! The Soviets are here!" Bowen shouted over the radio to the other pilots on the channel.

"The machine gunners at the rear of the bomber are on alert, let's all stay close!" The commander of the bomber formation quickly and calmly responded.

When the bombers heard the news, they began to move closer to each other, and the formation of the entire fleet became denser.

The Soviet fighter group dived down quickly approaching the German bomber group, and Koos, who was sitting on the tail seat with the machine gun, and the tail gunners on the other planes began to straf the Soviet fighters.

The intense fire of 24 aircraft managed to push back some of the Soviet fighters that were in poor dive position, but more fighters succeeded, pouring the four PV-1 7.62mm machine guns on the I-15 at the bomber group. firepower.

"I was hit! I was hit!" "God, who can help me?" "Damn the Soviets, go to hell! Hahahaha!" All kinds of messages came from the German public channel. The voices included those who were hit for help, and there were wild laughter from the tail machine gunners.

Under the fire of Soviet aircraft, 1 FI-167 and 2 JU-87Cs were shot down very quickly. Although their pilots all jumped three times, parachuting over the enemy-occupied area was no better than being killed on the spot. How many.

In addition to the three unlucky planes, more planes in the fleet were fortunate that the Soviet aircraft machine guns were small in caliber. Although there were many bullet holes in the fuselage, it did not affect the flight.

The dive on the Soviet side was soon over, they began to level off and bit the German plane and opened fire at the 6 o'clock position.

"Damn it, Bowen, how long do we have to get to the target position?" Keos controlled the machine gun in his hand, desperately fired backwards to disperse the Soviet fighter jets behind him, and said to Bowen who was flying the plane, "Oh, God , these Soviets are as annoying as flies."

"Haha, flies are not so dangerous, Keos." Bowen smiled humorously, as if he didn't care about life and death, "They should be like mosquitoes!"

"Damn, I think I'm about to be killed by mosquitoes!" Keos complained to Bowen while listening to the Soviet bullets whizzing past the plane, "You better tell me how many targets there are. Go away!"

When Bowen heard the words, he straightened his expression and comforted: "Man, hold on, you will reach the goal soon, I can already see the airport from a distance!"

"All FI-167s began to descend to 2000 meters! JU-87C began to prepare to dive, boys, the place to receive our 'gift' has arrived." The commander's voice came from the headset.

Following the commander's order, the bomber formation began to divide into two groups, the JU-87C began to descend directly to the height of 1000 meters, while the FI-167 remained at 2000 meters.

The original tight formation broke up, giving the Soviet fighters a chance, and they took the opportunity to shoot down two more FI-167s.

"What's the matter, it's finally here!" Keos fired off a chain in the machine gun and let go of the machine gun. He turned to operate the horizontal bombing scope around him, and aimed at the airport runway below, ruthlessly. He pressed the bomb button, "Damn bastard, try our 2,200-pound baby, hahaha!"

As the fuselage trembled for a while, the huge bomb escaped from the fuselage and smashed towards Keos' target.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of huge explosions sounded, and the nine 2,200-pound bombs slammed into the various facilities of the airport, leaving an indelible mark on them.

The other 10 JU-87Cs dived towards the planes and hangars parked on the tarmac.

The "gift pile" consisting of 9 2,200-pound bombs and 20 1,100-pound bombs completely blew up this frontline airport.

"The mission is complete, let's go back!"