It wasn't until the two P/A-38s began firing shè rockets that the Germans spotted them, but it was too late to react, and when the Germans saw the flames dragging orange sè towards the train, even the fastest responders could only jump off the flatbed truck. And before such a quick reaction hit the ground, the rocket hit the target.

The German high shè guns were simply placed on flatbed trucks. In the explosion of the rockets, some of the smaller anti-aircraft guns, such as the quadruple 20mm anti-aircraft guns and the two-mounted 37mm anti-aircraft guns, were thrown up by the blast and then smashed heavily on the ground not far away. The heavier and larger 88mm gun was pushed over the flatbed truck, then rolled over and fell halfway to the ground.

The two anti-aircraft cars at the rear of the train suffered the same blow. The 12 rockets fired at close range set the two anti-aircraft vehicles into a sea of fire, but unlike the front of the car, perhaps to make it faster and more convenient to send shè, the Germans piled several boxes of "special flares" next to the 88mm high shè gun at the rear of the car. A rocket hit the boxes right in the middle of nowhere. The thin steel skin of the shell was easily torn apart, and the magnesium powder mixed with oxidizer in it suddenly burned violently, and then the "special flares" in several other boxes were also ignited and exploded.

The veteran pilot Captain Prick, who was in charge of attacking the anti-aircraft gun truck in the rear of the car, was completely surprised by the sudden explosion, and the violent flashes of those boxes of "special flares" when they exploded made his eyes snow-white, and he couldn't see anything! Fortunately, Prick is a veteran pilot, and although he has not performed particularly well in previous battles, he can be regarded as experienced. In addition, on the way to the target, the command center warned them on the radio that the Germans had used a blinding ammunition with strong light. So he wasn't completely unprepared for this situation. So although he was a little flustered, he still held the cāo pole firmly and began to pull the rod slightly to climb.

"Paul, I can't see!" Prick shouted, "You come and help me look at the meter." ”

"Nightheron 2 calls the Dark Council, my eyes are out of sight!" Prick called to command again.

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"General, another plane has been hit, and the pilot has lost his eyesight." A staff officer reported to Ron that "it was a P/A-38 attack aircraft, and the pilot was Captain Prick, an experienced veteran pilot." ”

"Let another P/A-38 attack aircraft follow him, use the radio to guide him to the base first, and if he still can't regain his sight when he gets back to the vicinity of the airport, arrange for them to parachute." Ron said, "Also, let me talk to him." ”

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"Hello, Prik, I'm Ron." A calm voice came from Prick's headphones, and Pratt could hear it as Wing Commander Ron's.

"General, my eyes are out of sight." Prick said.

"Prick, don't be nervous, I know you're an old pilot. You can handle this kind of thing. Trust me, you'll be back soon. And you'll be able to fly over the area under our control in no time, and even if something goes wrong, we have a whole set of plans to deal with it, and we will definitely keep you safe. The most important thing for you now is to stay calm. Ron's voice came through the headphones again.

"Thank you, General, we'll be back safely." Prick said.

"Alright, we'll all be waiting for you to get home safely."

……

As Prick struggled to fly back, Matt's AC-47 was on a killing spree. Now that the enemy's anti-aircraft fire was completely destroyed, the AC-47 attack aircraft simply turned on the searchlight, directly illuminated the column with the searchlight, and then opened heavy fire on the train with 40-mm guns.

The first target was of course the power locomotive, and a few 40-mm shells easily pierced the huge boiler of the steam locomotive, and a large amount of steam leaked out, and the whistling sound of high-pressure steam rushing out of those broken spots could be clearly heard even from several kilometers away.

The other power locomotive soon suffered the same fate, and it was now only a matter of time before the train was completely destroyed......

"All the people get off the train!" Captain Matra shouted.

"Our men are leaving," said Major Harry, an SS officer, to Captain Matra, "and now let's leave too." The action is going to be fast. We didn't have the kerosene and liquid oxygen in our car, but we had to run quickly. ”

"Are you sure everyone else is gone?" Matra asked.

"Yes, I'm sure!" Major Harry said.

Matera turned, jumped off the railroad, rolled along the embankment, and ran towards the grove next to him.

"Wait for me!" Major Harry shouted as he jumped down.

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The AC-47 continued to bombard the train with 40mm guns, and at this time, the problem of the lack of lethality of the AC-47 against such a large target was exposed. Although in each carriage, Matt's AC-47 was shot with a 40-mm gun. However, although the penetration of the 40 cannon is strong, the explosion damage is very limited. Whether these shells completely destroyed the contents of the carriage, Matt didn't know anything about it.

"Maybe we need a bigger gunboat, like a C-54 transport plane, which is bigger and maybe a 75 mm or even 105 mm howitzer on it. In this way, when hitting such targets, it is much more effective than a 40-mm gun. ”

The AC-47 is not without bombs, but as an improved attack aircraft of transport aircraft, its bomb delivery is much worse than those genuine attack aircraft, and just now in order to destroy the railway, Matt's AC-47 lost all its bombs.

"It's a pity we can't use rockets either." Co-pilot Lawrence said he seemed to have similar thoughts to Matt.

But it's useless to think about it now, no one can conjure these things out of thin air.

Fortunately, there was also a B-25 bomber nearby, and after the AC-47 illuminated the column with a searchlight, the B-25 began to adjust its course, ready to deliver the deadliest blow.

At this moment, several shells suddenly came from the lower right of the AC-47 attack aircraft, and one of them hit the belly of the AC-47. The shell tore a gaping hole in the belly of the AC-47, two meters long and nearly one meter wide. Jimmy, the gunner standing nearby, was shot in the head by a flying aluminum plate that nearly split his head in half - and died instantly.

"German night fighters!" Matt immediately swerved, and Lawrence scrambled to turn off the searchlights.

But now, the enemy plane is very close to itself, and it is not so easy to get rid of it. Lawrence knew that the enemy's night fighters were equipped with very powerful aerial guns, and if they were hit by such a shell, their own planes would probably not be able to fly back.

"Throw the foil!" Matt commanded.

Throwing aluminum foil in the air is a common means of countering radar, and if the enemy's radar is jammed, then in the dark night, the possibility of getting rid of the enemy's visual contact is still very large.

However, these measures did not seem to have had much effect, and the enemy planes still followed. From behind, 20-mm guns were constantly attacking the AC-47.

Medic Peter rushed to the tail gun position and began to return fire with the 12.7mm machine gun mounted there.

But obviously, Peter is not a professional, and his shè is completely chaotic. However, the opponent's shè attack jīng degree is much higher than him. Several 20 shells hit the tail of the AC-47 attack aircraft. One of them hit Peter in the chest, almost immediately shattering him to pieces. Even worse, a 20-mm shell hit the engine on the left side, and the engine burst into flames.

Seeing the flames rising from the engine, Matt knew that it was impossible for him to escape the enemy's attack. The burning flame is the best indicator, and the AC-47 attack aircraft is an attack aircraft modified from a transport aircraft, and its flight can be quite average, and there is no possibility of getting rid of the low level by flying.

"Get ready for a skydive! Parachuting! Matt yelled as he unbuckled his seatbelt. A few people who could still move parachutes were pinned to their parachutes. Matt tried his best to stabilize the plane, dodging the enemy plane's blows as much as possible. At the same time, one by one, his teammates jumped out of the hatch.

After seeing Lawrence jump out as well, Matt let go of the steering wheel, rushed to the hatch in two steps, and then jerked down.

After falling in the air for a while, Matt opened his parachute. Speaking of which, skydiving at night also has the advantage of never worrying about someone coming to you to shoot a parachute. Matt looked up and saw that his AC-47 was flying off into the distance with flames, and behind it, there were a constant stream of tracer shells coming towards it - apparently, in the darkness of the night, the enemy planes did not notice that all of them had parachuted.

"Damn the Germans!" Matt cursed secretly, and then he began to worry about his teammates, who had parachuted in an area controlled by the Germans, and the situation on the ground was completely unknown, and he really didn't know if he would fall there......

At this time, the AC-47, which was already unmanned, suddenly exploded. Matt saw that the wings of the plane were broken in two in the explosion, and the fuselage turned into countless fragments with flames, scattered one after another, like fireworks.

At this moment, he saw another flame rising not far away. Judging by the location, Matt assumed that it was the German night fighter that had just shot them down, and it was clear that one of its engines had caught fire. Matt then saw another barrage of shells coming at the German night fighter with a flash of fire.

"Okay!" Matt shook his fist, "It's our night fighter!" Hit hard, teach the Germans a lesson...... Hell, can't you come sooner? ”

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