Swing sickle Ⅵ

The outside look is completely opposite to what Maeterlink said in the anti-gun hole.

The originally sturdy and perfect bunker has long ceased to look neat and tidy, and has become full of pits, and even the intricate trench network has to be much "simpler".

"Squad leader, didn't you say that the Germans' artillery poses no threat to us?" Carrasco, who climbed out behind, looked at the tragic appearance in front of him and asked with a pale face.

"It's just ruining the position..." Maetlink swallowed and said stubbornly.

In fact, everyone is very clear that under the bombardment of the German 155mm heavy artillery, the Bijun is by no means simply "destroying a point position".

Because they were in a hurry, the anti-gun holes dug out did not have any reinforcement at all, only a few simple pieces of wood were used as supports. Such anti-gun holes could not stop the attack of the 155mm heavy artillery. It is only because of God's mercy that man survives unscathed.

Sure enough, by the time the officers began to give orders to gather, a third of the people in the dilapidated position were missing.

"Get down and get down! Find a good cover!" Maetlink led the soldiers in the squad and ran quickly into the dilapidated position. "After the shelling is over, the Germans are coming up soon. God, I hope our anti-tank trenches can Useful..."

Just as Maetlink prayed that the anti-tank trenches he had dug for most of the day could successfully block the German armored army, a faint "hum" sound appeared in the sky ahead.

Like the sound of a fly flying.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound suspiciously, and soon, the sound maker revealed their true colors.

For the Belgians, it was indeed a group of "flies", but the group of "flies" was a bit big, and it might hurt a little to slap people's faces.

"For Unlaful Carnal Knoledge! (Fancy FXXK)" Maetlink subconsciously uttered a rather classic scolding, "Is it too much? Did the heavy artillery blow up the plane?"

"Where's our plane?!" Someone wailed.

"Don't worry everyone! The French allies have a field airfield behind us!" Seeing that the military's heart began to shake, the battalion commander hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Every company commander will stabilize your soldiers for me! The French allies will not see Indifferent as we were bombed!"

Sure enough, not long after the battalion commander finished shouting, the same "hum" sound appeared in the sky on the other side, but it was much weaker than the German side.

Soon, 21 MS.406H painted with French Air Force paint appeared in the sight of the Belgians.

"Oh oh oh!" "French boy! Beat up those damn Germans!" "Let your machine guns roar! Let the Germans know how good we are!" The Bijun on the position saw Allied fighter jets coming to support, He stood up excitedly, and shouted loudly while waving his hat to the fighter in the air frantically.

The French pilots in the sky also seemed to hear their voices, and they maneuvered the plane to shake their wings, and then accelerated towards the German bomber group.

"Merlin, the sparrow has taken the bait." Seeing the French fighter speeding towards him, the commander of the dive bomber unit code-named "Golden Eagle" said to the commander of the JG52 fighter wing code-named "Merlin" through the airborne radio .

"Understood, we'll come down now." The commander of the fighter unit responded, then pressed the joystick, leading 12 ME109s to dive towards the French fleet.

The French pilots responded quickly. When they saw some other planes suddenly appearing overhead, they felt that something was wrong, and they fled in all directions. Unfortunately, how could they escape from the hands of the experienced German pilots?

Lesman, who was in a rapid dive, noticed that the French aircraft group below began to run away, and immediately pulled the joystick lightly, skillfully manipulated the ME109 to level and grabbed an MS.406.

"Bastard! I was bitten by a German!" The French pilot quickly found Lesman who was rapidly approaching behind him through the 6-point mirror, "Who can help me? Damn it! Who can help me?! "

"Man! You can only rely on yourself." The French fighter group commander sighed helplessly, "Our formation has been disrupted and I can't help you."

"Damn!" The French pilot was desperate. He knew very well that with the maneuverability of the MS.406, it was difficult to escape from the ME109, even though the one chasing him was the ME109G1 with the worst maneuverability in the ME109 series so far.

But it's impossible to wait for death without moving, isn't it a bastard if you don't move?

So the French pilot embarked on one of the best aerobatics of his life, hovering, diving, jumping, combat turns, slip-and-turns, somersaults, diagonal somersaults, half somersaults, horizontal 8s, up and down horizontal 8s, jumps, hovers, jumps He did it in reverse, rolling up and down several times, rolling horizontally one or more times, slow rolling, etc., etc., but after he finished it, he looked back, and the ME109G1 was still following him unhurriedly. Behind him, as if watching a joke.

"The young man flew well." Lesman looked at the French pilot who performed brilliantly, said with a sneer, and then pulled the trigger of the machine gun forcefully.

"Tom tom tom!" With a slight tremor from the ME109, more than a dozen shells escaped from the barrel and flew towards the French fighter jets a hundred meters away.

The power of the 20mm cannon is not large, but it is enough to blow up the MS.406, a crispy fighter with almost zero armor.

After a moderate explosion, MS.406 was broken into three pieces and fell to the ground.

"Albano, this is the first one." Lesman looked at the sky without umbrellas, touched the photo attached to the dashboard with his thumb, and then pushed the joystick to fly towards the next target.

"Our revenge has begun!"

The cruelest thing in the world is that God gave you hope, and then took your hope away from you.

The Belgians are experiencing this at the moment, and when they were most desperate, the French Air Force helped them, and just when they thought they were saved, the French Air Force was beaten by the Germans and ran away, leaving them empty. He stared blankly at the sky full of iron crosses.

"Trash! French trash!" "What kind of dog plane is that? Shit!" The Belgian who had cheered the loudest before was still cheering the loudest at the moment.

"Don't scold you, don't kill you?! You bastards, find a place to hide!" The battalion commander jumped off the high ground he was standing on and shouted.

After listening to the battalion commander's words, everyone realized that the most important thing now is not that the French allies are beaten away, but that the bombs of the Germans who are riding their horses are about to be thrown on their heads!

"Run!" Someone shouted, and everyone ran away, just like the French pilot who had been scolded by them earlier.