But despite the quick reaction of the Soviet pilots, it was too late, and the 24 Grim Reapers, from Germany, began their harvest.

After hearing the order to dive and attack, Albridson took the lead in piloting the plane and began to dive, and Ansel, as a wingman, also pushed the steering stick and dived towards the Soviets.

After entering the 400-meter firing range, Ansel pulled the firing trigger on the joystick.

"Da da! Tom tom! With a slight shudder of the fuselage, two MG17 7.92mm machine guns on the wings and an MG-FF 20mm cannon on the center axis began to pour fire on the Soviet I-15 fighter in the scope.

Truth be told, the Soviet I-15 fighter was a very good biplane fighter, and his maneuverability in combat was among the best in the world.

Unfortunately, its opponent is now the powerful ME109T, and it is also equipped with a 20mm cannon, so the "powerful" I-15 was quickly beaten into a sieve under the strong firepower of the ME109T, turning into a fireball and falling to the ground.

"Wow! Cool! Ansel, who had achieved his first result of his life, let out a happy whisper.

But before he could be happy, Albrisson's nervous reminder voice came from the earphones: "Ansel! Ansel! There's an I-16 biting you at 6 o'clock! ”

"Me, what should I do?" Ansel was a recruit after all, and being bitten by his tail for the first time made him panic immediately.

"Ascend and turn! Ascend and turn! Do the Imaiman maneuver! Albridson glanced at Ansel, who was still diving, and immediately gave him the most effective instructions.

Ansel immediately complied, and the ME109T's excellent maneuverability was immediately revealed, and the plane quickly changed to a dive state under Ansel's control, and then followed by a small radius turn that allowed Ansel to completely shake off the I-16 behind him.

The pilot of the I-16 was obviously an old bird, and he desperately followed Ansel's maneuver, and came with a few front-firing shots, in a vain attempt to get a hit, but unfortunately the strong performance of the ME109T made all his efforts in vain, and he lost Ansel's visual contact.

Undeterred, the Soviet pilot piloting the I-16 quickly stabilized the plane and pulled up to relocate Ansel.

He didn't have a chance to find Ansel again, though, as Albrisson, who was above him, had already dealt with his opponent and began to dive down on him.

"Da Da Da! Tom! With a short burst of bursts, Albrison hit the cockpit of I-16 with precision.

The cockpit glass of the I-16 was shattered instantly, and then a cloud of blood was splashed on the remaining glass in the cockpit, announcing the death of the pilot, and the plane, which had lost its pilot's control, quickly crashed into the ground.

"Albrison! My good fellow, you hit it right! Ansel complimented.

"Haha, you usually train hard, and you can do the same as me!" Albridson laughed, "Keep it up, I've already shot two planes!" ”

However, although the German fighter group took the lead at the beginning and dived in a wave, shooting down more than a dozen Soviet fighters, the Soviet fighter group had an advantage in numbers after all, and after losing more than a dozen aircraft, it still dragged down the German fighter group by virtue of its numbers, and also divided more than a dozen I-15s with relatively weak maneuverability on both wings and pounced on the German bomber group again.

"Albrison! They went to our bomber group again! Ansel, who was engaged in a struggle with an I-16, glanced at the dozen or so I-15s that were leaving the battlefield and said to Albridson.

"No way! We can't do it! Albridson, while making a small radius to shake off the Soviet plane behind him, endured the pain of overload and said to Ansel, "Let the bomber brothers be blessed with themselves!" ”

At the same time, Keorson and Bowen, who were piloting torpedo attack planes below the battlefield and nervously following the fighter battle situation, also saw more than a dozen Soviet fighters that had left the battlefield.

"Damn! The Soviets are coming! Bowen shouted over the radio to the other pilots in the channel.

"Bomber tail machine gunner on alert, let's all stay close!" The commander of the bomber formation quickly and calmly made a response.

When the bombers heard this, they began to move closer to each other, and the formation of the entire group became dense.

The Soviet fighter group diving down soon approached the German bomber group, and the tail machine gunners on the Keos and other planes, who were sitting in the tailstock operating the machine guns, began to strafe the Soviet fighters.

The dense fire of 24 aircraft successfully pushed off some of the Soviet fighters who were in poor dive positions, but many more were successful, pouring fire on the bomber group with four PV-1 7.62mm machine guns on the I-15.

"I was hit! I was hit! "God, who can help me?" "Damn the Soviets, go die! Hahahaha! "There were all sorts of voices coming from the German public channel, from those who had been hit and calling for help, to the maniacal laughter of the machine gunners in the tail.

Under the fire of Soviet aircraft, 1 FI-167 and 2 JU-87Cs were soon shot down, and although their pilots both jumped three, parachuting over enemy-occupied territory was not much better than being killed on the spot.

In addition to the three unlucky planes, many more planes in the group were blessed with the small caliber of the Soviet aircraft's machine guns, although there were many bullet holes in the fuselage, but they did not affect the flight at all.

The dive on the Soviet side soon ended, they began to flatten and bite the German planes at 6 o'clock and opened fire.

"Damn it, Bowen, how long do we have to get to the target location?" Keos manipulated the machine gun in his hand and fired desperately backwards to disperse the Soviet fighter behind him, while saying to Bowen who was piloting the plane, "Oh God, these Soviets are as annoying as flies." ”

"Haha, flies aren't that dangerous, Keos." Bowen smiled humorously, as if he didn't care about life and death, "They should be like mosquitoes!" ”

"Hell, I think I'm going to get killed by mosquitoes!" As he listened to the Soviet bullets whizzing past the plane, Kaos complained to Bowen, "Hurry up and tell me how far the target is!" ”

Hearing this, Bowen straightened his face and comforted: "Man, you hold on, you will reach the target soon, I can already see the airport from a distance!" ”

"All FI-167s began to descend to an altitude of 2000 meters! JU-87C begins to prepare for the dive, lads, the place to receive our 'gifts' has arrived. The commander's voice came from the headphones.

Following the command of the commander, the bomber formation began to divide into two teams, and the JU-87C began to descend directly to an altitude of 1000 meters, while the FI-167 remained at 2000 meters.

The originally tight formation dispersed, and the Soviet fighters were given a chance, and they took the opportunity to shoot down 2 more FI-167s.

"Damn, it's finally here!" After emptying one of the chains in the machine gun, Keos let go of the machine gun, and turned to operate the horizontal bombing scope next to him, aiming at the airport runway below, and pressed the bomb drop button fiercely, "Damn bastard, try our 2,200-pound baby, hahaha!" ”

As the fuselage shuddered, the huge bomb broke away from the fuselage and slammed towards the target of Keos.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! A series of huge explosions rang out, and nine 2,200-pound bombs slammed into various facilities at the airport, leaving an indelible mark on them.

While the other 10 JU-87Cs swooped towards the planes and hangars parked on the tarmac.

The "gift pile" consisting of 9 2,200-pound bombs and 20 1,100-pound bombs completely blew up this front-line airfield.

"Mission accomplished, let's go home!"