On the ground, located on the border of Eastern Galicia, tanks, armored vehicles, tear off the camouflage net. One cannon after another, began to fire fiercely.

"Boom!" As the god of war, artillery has always been the vanguard of attacks, and now artillery of various calibers is pouring towards the positions of the Polish border guards on the opposite side.

One shell after another, streaked across the night sky, and the whole sky was lit up.

The Polish troops were immediately awakened by heavy artillery fire, and they immediately prepared for a counterattack. However, compared to the large number and caliber of artillery that Romania had, Poland's counterattack did not pose any threat at all, and at best showed its existence.

In contrast to some resistance on the ground, the Romanian Air Force is completely dominant in the air.

In the east, the white of the fish belly was gradually revealed, and the day dawned.

I saw a train running along the railway, carrying a lot of Polish soldiers. They had WZ.29 rifles in their hands and looked a little worried.

This rifle was developed in Poland at two arsenals F.B. Produced by Radom and F.B. Warszawa, it was one of the foreign equivalents of the Mauser standard rifle of 1924 and did not have much of a distinctive feature.

The war broke out all of a sudden. What does it feel like to be a soldier who is called up in his sleep and says that there is a war, and then takes a rifle and gets on the train?

They didn't have a clue, they hadn't reacted yet. Even, after getting on the bus, they didn't even find their squad leader and platoon leader, they were simply pulled up as cannon fodder.

Fortunately, it is not a stuffy tank car, the train is only half a carriage, and many people can expose half of their bodies outside, the cold wind blows on their faces, and their eyes are confused.

"Look, what's that?" Just then, a soldier shouted.

Following the direction of his finger, they saw a group of fighters appear in front of them. When the distance was closer, the Romanian sign under the fighter plane was so clear.

"No, it's a Romanian fighter."

Suddenly, this sentence caused everyone to commotion. Although, they are nothing more than ordinary soldiers, but the basic military understanding is still known, in this case, they are like lambs to the slaughter!

The anxious soldier raised his rifle to shoot at it, and there were clever soldiers who were watching both sides of the railway, intending to choose a softer place to jump in, and it was absolutely unsafe to stay in the train. Such a conspicuous target, those Romanians will definitely not let go!

Sure enough, when I saw this train carrying soldiers, there was a formation of two bombers that immediately left and pounced on it. A completely unprotected train is like an unarmed lamb that can only be at the mercy of others. Although the train driver is now sweating profusely, the fixed line makes it useless.

I saw two bombers approaching on the left and right, and one of them dived head-on. The 12.7mm machine gun swept along the front of the car, and the 12.7mm machine gun bulleted the train with black smoke, and its thin layer of iron could not stop such a shot, and the driver also collapsed in a pool of blood in the attack.

And the bomber did not have the consciousness to stop at all, and swept along the long trailer all the way. At this time, the soldiers on board fell into blood mold, and the 12.7 caliber bullets could not stand anyone who hit them, and immediately a strafing blood line appeared in the carriage.

Many of the Polish soldiers who were in the carriage fell in pools of blood, which caused them heavy casualties. And their catastrophe was not over, because another plane dropped a bomb, blowing up a large crater on the railway line dozens of meters in front of the train, the sleepers were blown apart, and the two rails were presented like twisted flowers.

The train that had lost its driver drove past without hesitation, and the front of the car rushed over with the cars behind it one by one, jumping out of the tracks and falling into the low ground next to the railway. This was completely unprepared for the soldiers in the car, and the consequence was that at least half of the soldiers suffered inevitable losses.

And this is only a small episode, this time the air attack on Romania at once dispatched nearly 1,000 warplanes, each of them to attack their respective targets. Among them, airports, bridges, stations, military stations, warehouses, air defense positions, etc., are the main targets.

At an airfield on the outskirts of Zamošić, it is bustling with activity, with a large number of ground crews and pilots working together to push fighter jets out of bunkers.

They had already received news of the invasion of Romania and Germany, and the news of the bombing ahead was equally heartbroken. Now they desperately want to take to the skies and engage the warplanes of these two countries to defend their homeland.

At this moment, only the sound of nearby anti-aircraft artillery was heard.

"There are enemy planes!" A shout made everyone quicken their pace.

I saw that a P11 fighter had been refueled and reloaded, and as the pilot of the plane, Karsk immediately boarded the plane. Ignition, start, throttle, the P11 fighter jet taxied through the airfield as fast as a part of his body, and then leapt into the sky.

Seeing that a plane had already flown into the sky, it was more like giving silent encouragement to everyone on the scene, and they were more motivated.

It's just that the Romanian Air Force, which controls air supremacy, naturally will not let them prepare calmly. I saw a large group of fighters suddenly appear in front of them. This is a group of RU28 twin-engine bombers with several RF20 fighters, and looking at their purpose, it is clear that this airfield is to destroy it.

In the face of the huge crisis at the airport, Karsk, as the only one to take off, naturally did not want to lose his comrades, so he saw him meet it single-handedly.

In the face of his provocation, Second Lieutenant Morakir, the leader of the fighter squad responsible for protecting the bombers, immediately commanded his own teammates.

"Pol, take your wingman on air alert, and I'll take the wingman down to deal with this opponent."

Finally saw an enemy plane, and Ensign Morakel did not intend to give his colleagues, he planned to eat this enemy plane himself, and did not intend to give his colleagues a chance. He has confidence not only in himself, but also in his car.

"Understood, good luck."

The words of blessing from his colleague made Second Lieutenant Morakel hold back a smile. He could think of Pol's expression, this guy had been arranged by himself to only look at his own expression of eating meat.

Second Lieutenant Morakir, with his wingman, roared towards Karsk, who was struggling to climb.

And in the face of two Romanian fighters that pounced directly on him, Karsk was unusually calm, because he knew that if he was not calm, he would die. And his own fighter does not have an advantage at all compared with the other party, the only thing he can use is his own technology, in the face of the two RB20 fighters that pounced, he operated his plane as if it was dancing.

"Da Da Da ......"

A chain of fire came at him from the right, and he hurriedly operated the plane to dodge. At this time, another chain of fire appeared on the left, and I saw him pull the lever suddenly, and suddenly the plane raised its head and dodged, and the chain of fire swept past the wingtip.

Karsk gasped for breath from the continuous tedious operations, which was not tiring, but too thrilling. Having temporarily evaded two RB20 fighters, he was reluctant to fight them, and his greater goal was to intercept the bomber group and buy time for his comrades

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Second Lieutenant Morakel, who was evaded his attack by the Polish fighter, immediately called his teammates. "Pol, you stop this plane, pay attention to this guy is definitely a master, don't let him threaten the bomber."

Morakel, who turned the nose of the plane, pounced on his wingman again, this time he must not let it threaten the bomber group, otherwise he and others would be stared at the pillar of shame even if they shot it down.

Closer, closer to the group of bombers.

Karsk is not afraid at all, his small P11 fighter jet to attack other people's bomber groups, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a moth to a fire, but he will definitely not be afraid.

The Poles, a brave people, will fight to protect their country!

It's just that he didn't notice that this time not only were there two fighter planes in front of him viciously pounced on him, but the two planes behind him also bit him deadly.

"Da Da Da ......"

This time, it was directly two chains of fire that blocked the space for him to leap left and right, and there were two chains of fire behind him, locking him firmly.

This caused Karsk, who was fully focused on the battle ahead, to feel a sharp pain in his chest, and then his eyes went black. The fighter plane, which lost its operation, fell one by one.

After solving this difficult target, Morakel saw that the bomber group had already pounced on the airfield, and there was still a fighter plane trying to force a takeoff. It's just that he was affected by the lack of speed and fell at the end of the runway.