"Major Marty, who suggested to Your Excellency that we attack a road? We are eagles in the sky! Not the hens who laid eggs! "In the busy airport, the guys at KEK3 were obviously a little dissatisfied with the order they had just received.

They took off from German territory before dawn, and before they could get their butts hot, they were given the order to attack, and the task was to attack the enemy convoy marching on a road behind the French line. This is the job of those FFAs who can only fly close to the ground, not what KEK should do when they are flying freely in the blue sky!

"An order is an order, and it's a real battle! If it weren't for the fact that we don't have the FFA hens here, you think this opportunity would have fallen to us? Marty pouted disapprerovingly, as an old pilot, he had long been tired of simulated confrontations without any sense of tension, and now he could finally fight with real knives and guns, so it didn't matter what the task was to let himself fight.

"And even if you know who suggested it to Your Excellency, what can you kid do?" Marty asked with a smirk.

"Then I absolutely ...... It can't be any better, hehe. Seeing the squadron leader's malicious smile, the young man immediately reacted that the other party might be a little big, and immediately changed his words.

"Count you kid smart." Marty grinned, he still likes his wingman very much, smart, flexible, and a pilot: "I won't say more nonsense, if you can't remember it after training for so long, I'll kick your ass and board the plane!" Os, don't lose it in heaven. ”

"How can I be, I'm your wingman, Major." The young man named Oss is full of confidence.

On the flat ground on both sides of the runway, 64 Me-5F-1 fighter jets are lined up neatly, and ground crews are pushing the planes onto the runway and pushing them to the take-off position.

Jump into the cockpit. Marty felt a little excited, a little trembling, a little excited, how long had it been since that feeling? The ground crew stood on the wings, helped Marty fasten the canopy, and vigorously wiped the already clean windshield with the cloth in his hand. Then he patted the canopy, gave Marty a thumbs up, and jumped off.

Marty's squadron would be the first to take off, and he stretched out his index finger hard to raise his arm high in the air, then turned. The ground crew who received the signal stood at the nose of the plane, pulled the propeller hard, and the exhaust pipe under the nose side sprayed black smoke and dust, and the propeller turned faster and faster, and soon only a yellow band of light could be seen rotating in the air. The airport was filled with the roar of motors.

Due to the wheel blocks, the fuselage jumped slightly. A green flare flew into the sky from the tower, and Marty gave a thumbs up to the ground crew to signal that everything was normal. The two ground crews quickly bent down and pulled away the wheel block, and under the traction of the propeller, the fighter began to glide slowly.

Feeling the vibration from his improvised runway, Marty slowly pushed the throttle valve, and the vibration became louder and louder. Watching the pointer on the gauge flutter and slowly point to a larger number, Marty pulled the lever hard. Suddenly, the vibration was gone, and all I could feel was the powerful 270-horsepower engine in front of me.

Marty turned his head and saw that his wingman was below him, smiled and shook his wings. Then maneuver the fighter plane and continue to climb high, rushing towards the blue sky.

"How long are those Germans going to spin on our heads?" Conte asked with annoyance as he watched the German reconnaissance plane buzz overhead like flies.

The Germans' plane, which at first flew past them, quickly disappeared from their sight, and Sergeant Renard said that they might have flown to Baledik to reconnoitre. But it didn't take long for the plane to fly back. And then he kept spinning around his head. The only thing that reassured Conte was that the Germans had turned around their heads several times without launching any attacks, and it seemed that the officer's statement that there were no weapons on the plane should be true, so he was only bored, not nervous.

"How long are we going to go around here?" Jung asked in the back seat, "We've been to reconnoiter Baledik, and the city is full of damned Frenchmen, and we can't just go around here and kill them all." ”

"The Eagle's Nest said that the attacking force is coming and wants us to guide here, so we can't go back now." Digro was also helpless in the back: "So we can only continue to go around in circles. ”

In fact, it is completely unnecessary to let the reconnaissance plane guide anything, and it is not a flight of thousands of kilometers, less than a hundred kilometers, even if the old birds of KEK3 are not familiar with the Verdun area, they will not deviate too outrageously, as long as they can find the road, and then fly along the road, but the reconnaissance plane also has a job to take pictures to evaluate the effect of the attack, so Jung They still can't go.

"Okay, anyway, we've been turning for an hour, and we'll go back when we run out of fuel, and we don't care if we don't come again." Jung grumbled.

"Hawkeye 4, Hawkeye 4, this is Falcon 1, please answer if you receive it, repeat, Hawkeye 4, here is Falcon 1, please answer if you receive it." Suddenly there was a sound in Digro's headphones.

"This is Hawkeye 4, Falcon 1, please identify yourself." Digro responded immediately.

"This is Falcon 1, the leader of the 1st Squadron of the 3rd Fighter Wing, 3 squadrons took off from the Eagle's Nest and were ordered to attack the French convoy, and have now arrived in the D-5 area, please come and meet D-6."

"It's finally here, but how come it's a fighter jet?" Digro was a little puzzled, as a reconnaissance aircraft pilot, he naturally didn't know about the movement of other troops, and naturally he didn't know the KEK3 that arrived at the airport after their departure, but in Digro's opinion, ground attack is the work of FFA, KG or airship, what can fighters do?

"No matter how many of them there are, there are still several machine guns on the fighter plane, the important thing now is to finish quickly, and we will go back as soon as possible." Jung said as he turned around and flew towards D-6.

Seeing that the Germans' plane suddenly turned around and flew away, the French didn't pay much attention, the Germans should have run out of fuel after turning overhead for so long.

Remaining at an altitude of 500 meters, the German fighters flying in 12 formations of four planes could already see the French cars moving slowly on the road below.

"Lads! It's all your prey below! Let's rush down like falcons and make the enemy tremble like rabbits! Marty shouted into the microphone.

Since the Luftwaffe accepted the emperor's suggestion, the Luftwaffe adopted the system of long wingman, 4-plane formation, etc., so communication between pilots became very important. Historically, when Polk and Inmaiman were studying the synergy of two machines. You can only communicate with your actions. However, radio communication technology is not very difficult, and the Americans have historically installed radios on airplanes in 1915. It was in Verdun that the French achieved the first air-to-ground sound communication in 1916. The following year, the French achieved air-to-air sound communication. The Germans did it at about the same time. By 1918, the Americans had begun to use radio communication for the command of air formations.

Therefore, with a great god like Tesla in his hands, Jochen has naturally never relaxed his research on airborne radio communication equipment. However, the current airborne radio communication equipment also has too little power, and the communication distance is only 200 kilometers. But now it seems that it is enough.

"I know you stinky boys have never been serious about their training to shoot on the ground, but if anyone doesn't hit anything today, I'll kick him to the FFA hens!"

"Resolutely not to be a hen!" The shouts of the pilots rang out in Marty's headphones, and everyone in KEK3 shouted FFA under the influence of Marty, an old pilot who had returned from the Red Flag Base.

"Falcon 1, this is Hawkeye 4, I see you. It's approaching from 11 o'clock now. ”

"Falcon One understands. Hawkeye 4, we're about to attack. Conduct an attack assessment. Lads, at 11 o'clock it was friendly troops. Do not fire. The fingers of Marty's right hand holding the joystick were released in turn, and then they were clenched in turn, and after several back and forth, the commander of the operation gave the order to attack: "Attack in a two-plane formation!" As soon as the words fell, he pressed the head of the machine and rushed down.

The French driver in the car felt that something was wrong when he saw dozens of planes flying towards him from afar, but he was relieved that one of the German planes had turned around his head a few times without being attacked. But it wasn't until two German planes rushed down from above that he realized something was wrong.

I saw the German nose aimed at him, and then suddenly a bright fire flashed, and the hood of the front of the car clanged. Immediately after that, the front windshield was shattered, and I felt a pain in my chest. The hands holding the steering wheel began to lose power.

Marty had been in the Hongqi base for so long, although the hens who lay eggs on their mouths did not shout less, but when he was really idle, he didn't learn how to hit the ground target from the people of the FFA, so his ground attack can be said to be accurate and ruthless.

Bullets fired from the four 7.62mm machine guns of the Me-5F-1, which dived down at a small angle, plowed through the ground next to the road, and the bullets were fired into the dirt and brought out four trails of dust, and then the four tracks swept diagonally over the tarpaulin on the hood-cab-body of the car. With the shattering of the windshield. Marty saw a bright red color in the cab.

The out-of-control car sprang off the road, drove into the grass of the road, and then overturned to the side. Then a large pile of shells rolled out of the body.

"Tsk" Marty smashed his mouth, obviously not very happy with his attack this time. It's not that I didn't fight well enough, but that the things in the car were actually shells. The 7.62mm bullet could not penetrate the outer wall of the shell, and the shell in transit was not equipped with a fuse and could not collide and explode, which made Marty a little disappointed that the attack did not have a more exciting scene.

In his opinion, a rising fireball would look more spectacular, or a vehicle full of infantry, and it would be nice to have a machine gun tear them apart one by one, but this scene is a little less exciting now.

Due to the close proximity of the French, Marty's attack only left the road after killing 2 cars, and the driver of the second car was already in the same bloodstained cab as before, but because the speed of the car was not fast, even if it became unmanned, the second car was still driving slowly, and the tarpaulin behind the front car blocked the view, so that Marty thought that he had only killed the first car. As a squadron leader, this result was a bit of a shame for him. However, the attack was over, and he could only pull up the nose of the plane and turn around, ready for the next round of attacks.

At the same time, the bullets of the wingman following behind plowed across the road from the other side, the third car was carrying an artilleryman, the bullet passed through the tarpaulin, the unsuspecting French soldier was torn apart by the bullet, the person sitting in the back was lucky not to be hit by the bullet, but was frightened and rolled off the body, and the driver of the fourth car behind him ran over him before he could brake.

The driver, who had not yet reacted, stepped on the brakes, and then the fifth car behind him crashed into it. Fortunately, the speed of the French was not fast, and the seventh car, which had been separated by a little distance, finally stopped.

The Baledique-Verdun road was cut off.

However, this was not the end of the story, the German fighter jets smashed the French cars on the road into a sieve piece by piece, and they already understood that the attacked French drivers tried to drive off the road to avoid the attack, but their actions led to the continuous rollover accidents, and the artillerymen sitting in the car were thrown out of the car body, and then thrown to the ground and groaned in pain. But the Germans could not hear their groans, nor did they have pity. The car that was found to be carrying soldiers in the car would be attacked by the fighter jets again, and the ground around it would be plowed by machine guns again, leaving the fallen French soldiers completely dead bodies.

Finally, the fuel tank of a car was punctured, and the gasoline that flowed out was ignited by tracer bullets, and the fireball that exploded in an instant engulfed the entire car, and the burning flames ignited the remaining gasoline in the fuel tank, and a flame rose into the sky in an instant.

"Wow! Well done! Who shot this! Marty excitedly shouted that this was the scene he wanted to see.

The real slaughter has just begun.

The 2nd squadron, which continued to fly forward, soon flew to the heads of the French infantry, which was still slowly advancing in the rear. The French infantry, who did not know what was happening in front of them, saw a dozen planes flying towards them, and then death came.

Unlike the cars on the road, the infantry marching in the wilderness became easier targets for German pilots, the French soldiers were swept down in rows like wheat, and the German planes ploughed the land over and over again, like the most industrious peasants.

"Isn't there no weapons on the plane?!" Seeing the bloody scene in front of him, Conte roared like crazy. No one could answer him. Some of them had already scattered and fled, while others were shooting indiscriminately into the air with rifles, and no one cared about him.

"Spread out, don't shoot! Disperse! Sergeant Renard shouted that getting together at this time would only be a target, and as a non-commissioned officer, he was responsible for his own team.

"Sergeant! We ......" Conte ran towards the sergeant.

"Smack"

The warm liquid splashed on Conte's face, and with a puzzled look on his face, he reached out and touched his face, his fingertips were smooth and greasy, not only bright red, but also a trace of white, a faint pink.

With a blank face, he looked at Sergeant Renard, who was still brave and fearless, half of the sergeant's skull was gone, and the bright red and milky white liquid mixed together and slowly flowed down.

Overhead, a German plane whizzed past from a low altitude, and Conte raised his head and watched as the wings of the German plane blocked his view to the sky, as if death had fallen from the sky and spread its wings and lowered the shadow of death. (To be continued.) )

PS: PS: Guess who this Oss is?