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Chapter 237 237 French airport
"We found the airport! They are taking off! " A pilot’s intercom reported his discovery.
"Harland, you protect us and we attack," a military commander assigned a two-seat command Stuka bomber
"There’s no problem with the fighters here. You can attack four fighters. They will follow you in formation and climb with me to find the target." Harland came into the earphone.
Soon, most fw19 fighters climbed, while Stuka dive bombers swooped down on a plane with a yellow identification symbol on the nose and a cute Mickey Mouse pattern on the cockpit. The sunlight of fw19 fighters was very conspicuous.
"Keep the formation divided into four-finger combat formations, cover each other and guard the whole territory." While climbing Harland, the elite German pilots who have already been in hundreds of battles quickly completed the adjustment, and soon they flew to the height of the clouds. These planes buzzed and the engines climbed skillfully and with a murderous look.
Today, the weather is very sunny, almost Wan Liyun, which is a tailor-made day for the German army. They like to find their opponents from a long distance and then attack them from a dive with super high speed and good high-speed fighting ability to instantly disintegrate their opponents.
"No.7, your formation is in charge of the left domain, No.9, your formation is on the right." Harland changed the plane to a level flight and looked at the distance. "Wingman, you follow me to take charge of the most dangerous place in front."
"7 white!" "9 white!" "The wingman is obedient!" There is an answer sound in the earphone.
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The low-middle Stuka bombers have attacked the Belgian military airport, and the clouds are high. One Stuka dive bomber after another seems to have found the food vulture circling.
Then the anti-aircraft gun positions around the airport finally realized their dangerous situation, and they fought back in chaos. Stuka braved the artillery dive and sent out that kind of piercing wing to cut the airflow. One bomb after another was lost and directly hit those anti-aircraft gun positions that were on fire. At that time, there were explosions, smoke cries and orders everywhere.
The deafening engine roared, and the French pilots checked the instrument for the last time. The ground crew waved their hands right in front of them to signal them to take off quickly, so the pilots tried to start the plane and adjust the very line station to channel 4 to wait for the command post to talk.
"No.2 fighter communication channel 4 commands direction 15, climb angle 25 degrees, please answer." The earphone came to the ground tower to make sure that the anti-aircraft gun position around it was on fire, but then it was killed by those German planes around it. These planes dropped bombs very accurately and didn’t seem flustered because of the anti-aircraft gun counterattack.
In Taiwan, the commander of the French troops stationed in Belgium is frantically ordering his plane to take off, but looking at the dense German planes in the sky, he knows that this dying struggle seems to be nothing, but he always has to try, otherwise hundreds of fighters and bombers parked here will be destroyed. The French army commander feels a cold sweat in his hand at the thought that this frustrating result may change the outcome of the whole local war.
"This is the second fighter communication channel, direction 4, climb angle 15," the French pilot replied mechanically.
Holding the walkie-talkie on the ground, I can hear the trembling feeling "white!" The wind speed is normal. When the runway is cleared, you can get up faster at any time! "
"White I am taking off!" The pilot replied while driving the plane to accelerate.
"Good luck," the tower finally said.
The French fighter plane glided slowly on the runway, but at this time, a German Stuka braved the bullets and swooped down. Everyone saw that Stuka had a huge bomb hanging from its belly and was thrown out of the fuselage by the ejector rod, and several small bombs on its wing left the plane at about the same time.
"Boom!" After a loud noise, the airport runway was blown out of a huge crater with a diameter of more than ten meters. The French fighter plane trying to take off was overturned by a huge explosion shock wave. The ground engine was smoking black smoke and the wing wheel was still turning weakly.
The ground French ground crew rushed to rescue the pilot, but found that the entire cockpit had been crushed by the weight of the plane itself. The glass was blood. It seems that the pilot in it was running out of luck. Before they could get close to the plane, the engine of the plane burned and everyone could retreat. The fuel explosion inside the plane formed a second killing.
The German plane turned a somersault in the sky and left with a group of French pilots looking up at the sky.
"Continue to bomb! Destroy those hangars "From the engine room, I saw the whole German Stuka bomber group commander’s map burning Belgian airport, which simply marked the location of a destroyed airport, and then went on to say" No bombs, planes, guns, strafing all the targets worth attacking. "
"white!" Some pilots in headphones replied loudly.
With this answer, some bombers pulled up and regained their altitude and swooped down again to shoot some anti-aircraft gun positions and high-value targets such as oil depots. The engine roared like a devil howling, making the French and Belgian defenders on the ground defend appall.
Soon, two more French planes were ready to take off, and this time they were much smarter. Those planes and equipment that were hit smoked smoke in an attempt to take off secretly from the view of German planes.
However, they were unlucky. When they were taxiing to take off, they hit the second Postu card dive bomber. Three Stuka made strange noises and flipped straight from the sky. Once again, they lost the bomb accurately. They needed to attack the exact location. Two planes were directly hit by the bomb and turned into a sea of fire. The tragic explosion formed fragments and even hit the German Stuka bomber’s fuselage slightly.
"Don’t let the pilot take off again! Can’t come! Take them to the bunker for refuge! " The commander of the control tower ordered "Call the surrounding airports to wake them up. We were violently attacked by the German army!"
"Evacuate personnel! Quick … "Another officer was full head big sweat.
And beside him, a sergeant who was answering the phone looked desperate. "Hello? This is the airport? What? Your airport was also attacked? Bigger! Hello? "
No sooner had he lost this word than another one rang again so that he could pick up another receiver. "What? You need middle support? I’m sorry! There can be no backup! Depend on yourself. "
However, this control tower can’t see the roof. At a height of 1,000 meters, three Stuka bombers sidesloped one after another and entered their ideal attack position.
Two 2-mm machine guns on Stuka’s wings sprayed flame flares and flew to the unlucky target on the ground in broad daylight. A plane parked next to the control tower was hit by the machine guns and broke and paralyzed there.
A tanker was bombarded by a machine, which instantly ignited a fire. The fuel in it burst out and emitted dark smoke. More than a dozen French ground crew members became burning people, struggling painfully, but their companions around them tried to rescue them, but they were helpless.
The pilot in charge of the main attack Stuka bomber pushed the joystick and the plane dived down. The two planes in front of his plane were responsible for covering Stuka. He had pulled up a joystick slightly and aimed the nose of the plane at the control tower that wanted to attack the airport.
Adjust the instrument panel in the engine room in front of him again. An optical sight, the central reticle, aimed at the huge dive of the target, making his whole body seem to be pressed into his seat. However, he was still so absorbed that he ignored the shells and bullets flying by the planes brushing him around.
Suddenly, he dropped the blockbuster, and the plane trembled slightly, which seemed to be faster, and the joystick was suddenly more sensitive. He knew that the bomb had left the plane and flew towards the target, so he suddenly pulled the joystick, and the speed of the whole plane suddenly slowed down. He was pushed to the seat belt by great inertia and squeezed his stomach, but this feeling was very enjoyable for him.
So he shouted and pulled up the plane, and his plane responded with the most sensitive sense of control. After he suddenly reduced the speed, the plane quickly looked up and hit the face, and the earth extended into the distance, and then it seemed that the sky appeared again for a long time.
The bomb hit the command tower accurately, and the explosion instantly destroyed everyone in the building. Fortunately, it was torn to pieces in an instant. With the explosion and collapse of the tower, smoke rose from the whole airport and became denser. One plane after another exploded and burned. This airport was completely destroyed by the German army, just like dozens of other French frontline airports.
High school looked at the airport, which was braving smoke. Harland snorted and smiled, and then looked ahead, where more than a dozen small black spots were approaching rapidly.