Arthur had already dropped all the rockets and bombs in his previous attacks, and even all the 37mm shells. Fortunately, his 20mm gun still had plenty of ammunition, and there were still a lot of .50 caliber machine gun ammunition left in his recoil. So after the last few rockets fired by the friendly plane, he rushed over.

There were no self-propelled anti-aircraft guns in this convoy, not even anti-aircraft machine guns. So when the P/A-38 group swooped down on them, the convoy had almost no means of counterattack. Do you want the German soldiers to raise their Mauser 98k rifles in their hands and shoot at the incoming aircraft? You know, they don't have the good marksmanship of the great Golden Sun, and they don't know where their bullets will fly in the face of high-speed flying targets. Moreover, without the brilliance of the great Juche spirit, the 7.92 mm bullets they fired, even if they hit the target, would not have been able to penetrate the armor of the P/A-38 in key parts that were sufficient to withstand the 20 mm gun's fire, let alone turn the enemy aircraft into a big fireball like the Golden Sun. Their shooting didn't even have the effect of harassment.

Arthur didn't aim at the large truck full of German soldiers at the front, and just before he finished turning, he noticed several cars in the convoy. There is no doubt that there must be important people in this Nazi, so Arthur plans to use these vehicles to open the knife.

Arthur slipped a fanny-looking car into the shoot-one-book-read-small-say-aperture, then pressed the shoot button to shoot a short shot. Two tongues of fire erupted from the nose of the P/A-38, and a string of 20-mm shells fired straight at the car. Arthur was pleased to see that his 20-millimeter shell had hit the car accurately. Immediately from the car, a large pile of debris flew out, orange-red flames rose, and then staggered into the ditch by the side of the road.

Reichsal Rommel was sitting in that car, and Arthur's 20-mm shells hit his car accurately. A 20-mm shell pierced the hood, shattering the engine, and a piece of blown up fragments pierced the windshield, hit the driver's forehead, and plunged deep into it like a dagger. Almost immediately, the driver's life was killed. Another shell pierced the roof of the car and cut his adjutant's leg in two, which was sitting next to Rommel. And the fragments of the scattered roof support also pierced the marshal's arm, and blood immediately flowed out.

Marshal Rommel pushed the door open, and it must be admitted that an older car without a driving computer is still more reliable, at least, there will be no computer crash that causes the door to not open. The marshal first got out of the inclined car, and then pulled the adjutant down with all his might, who was wailing with a broken leg. He grabbed him by the collar with both hands and dragged him out of the burning vehicle for almost twenty meters before throwing him down in a roadside gutter.

Lying in the gutter, Marshal Rommel struggled to keep his head up to observe the situation, and he saw several planes painted with white stars constantly swooping down, repeatedly attacking the convoy with cannons and bombs, and in the blink of an eye, all the cars were set on fire, and the road was littered with flames and corpses.

In the face of the abusive enemy planes, Marshal Rommel crawled in the gutter, helpless. He couldn't help but think of his argument with Marshal Rundstedt again. Rondstedt should really come here to take a look and see the enemy's air superiority! In such a situation, how could the armored forces deployed in the rear launch a deadly counterattack against the enemy! Yes, Marshal Rundstedt defeated himself in a wargame confrontation, he not only successfully landed on the European continent, but even tore up his entire defense system through rapid advances, surrounded a large number of defensive troops who had no time to retreat, and fought a beautiful battle of annihilation. Under his blows, the entire Western Front completely collapsed. The enemy advanced on Germany in great strides.

However, Rommel was sure that as long as the enemy landed on land, even if they maintained a complete line of defense according to the deployment of the old marshal, they could only retreat step by step in the face of the overwhelming superiority of the enemy, and finally surrendered in defeat. As for the old marshal's fatal combination that he couldn't stop after breaking through the defense line in the war games and landing on the European continent, Rommel was not particularly worried. Americans don't fight like that. Rommel, who had dealt with the Americans in North Africa, knew that seizing the fleeting opportunity to risk a fatal blow was the style of the German army, but not the style of the American army. The Yankees, who have a huge advantage in material power, prefer a flat push on the first line. It may not be exciting to fight like this, but it is safe. It's like playing chess, people already have two more queens and two fortresses than you, so there is no need to play any tricks with you to abandon the son and kill him. Therefore, in any case, the Allies must not be allowed to land even an inch on the European continent, they must be stopped on the beachhead, otherwise it will mean the defeat of Germany!

While Field Marshal Rommel was deep in thought, Arthur's fleet had already completed its attack, using up all the bombs and rockets, all the 37mm shells, destroying all the enemy vehicles they could see, and then swaggering their wings, slowly turning and flying towards the west.

Rommel got up from the gutter and shouted: "Come on, my adjutant is not good!" By this time, his adjutant had passed out due to excessive blood loss. Several of the remaining soldiers rushed over and carried the adjutant out of the ditch. There was also a second lieutenant who found a BMW motorcycle that had been overturned by a bomb. Miraculously, there was nothing wrong with the motorcycle, Rommel sat in the car with his lieutenant in his arms, and the second lieutenant started the motorcycle and sped towards the nearest hospital......

At the "Crow's Nest" airport near Portsmouth, England, Ron and his team are in a meeting.

"Obviously, in the past, we did not strike at tactical targets enough, so the enemy's defense against low-altitude attacks is still very problematic. It's only been three days, and let's see, how many targets we've knocked out, well, there are already 3 military trains, 51 cars of all kinds, which have already been confirmed. Just now, Arthur reported that they had taken out another column of troops and attacked a convoy. However, the final outcome will not be determined until they land safely and the photos are washed out. In addition, Arthur reported that in the convoy they attacked there were several high-end cars, probably the top of the Germans. Scott had a pamphlet in his hand and was briefing the officers in attendance on the results of the battle.

"What? And such a good thing! Ron, it's all your fault! Drag me to the meeting! Otherwise, I'd have taken the P-81 out this time, and maybe I'd be able to spot this convoy first! If you don't do it well, you can take out a big shot. It's like when they killed Yamamoto Fifty-six. As soon as Boynton heard the news, he began to complain about Ron, and then he couldn't help but guess:

"Ron, who do you think they caught? It can't be Rommel, right? ”

"Good luck there! Besides, even if you really hit Rommel, you don't necessarily beat him to death. If it's like Kozhdub, it's better not to encounter it. Ron shook his head and said.

On one occasion when he was out on a safari, at a ferry crossing, he saw a German barge full of Germans, so he swooped down and swept a shuttle. As a result, dozens of people on board were overturned except one. Kozhidub saw that there was still a man who had not been defeated, but he was running out of fuel, and he was not willing to waste fuel for a goal like a person and turn back again. As a result, half a month later, the Soviets received information that when German Field Marshal Man Buqun was transitioning with his staff team, he was attacked by a fighter plane of the Soviet Air Force, and everyone else died except for Man Buqun. After getting the news, Kozhdub regretted that he hadn't eaten well for several days.

Boynton also spent time in Russia, and was a teammate with Kozhdub for a while, so he naturally knew this allusion, so he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Ron, you crow's mouth, if you make it right, Arthur will have to cry to death." ”

"Alright, don't talk about that." Ron said, "I'm here because we've got a special difficult assignment......

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In a hospital near Calais, Marshal Rommel was being bandaged. A small piece of iron stabbed into his right arm, causing him to bleed a little. But the doctor told him that his problem was not big, that he would be cured in a week at most, and that it would not affect his work too much. This was a great relief to Rommel, who had missed crucial and decisive periods of time on the battlefield several times due to physical reasons. For example, in El Alamein, in Tunisia, such bad luck has happened. So much so that some guys even gave him a nickname behind his back, called "Long is not there". Now it's a critical juncture again, it can be said that the empire is rising and falling, and when it's time for this war, if he retires again due to injury, what will those guys say about themselves. There is no problem here, and Rommel has not forgotten to care about his adjutant.

"How's my lieutenant?" Rommel asked.

"Marshal, your adjutant has been rescued by us, and there is no big problem for the time being. But it's not completely out of danger. Moreover, the knee joint of his other leg also suffered an impact and was almost completely shattered, and amputation was inevitable. So, even if he is well, he will live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. ”

"Alas, hapless Kempes." Rommel lamented......

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"What! General Ron, we heard you right, right? How do they expect us to rob the prison? "In the conference room of the 21st Attack Aircraft Wing, the flight group leader Boyynton's eyes widened.