Throughout the history of the development of World War II weapons, you will find that both are actually quite happy, all of them are very, very fond of climbing the technology tree, although sometimes they will be crooked to make some results, but more often it is to make a bunch of strange things, the British have a big brain hole to study the dead light, the Germans have a head into the water to study the flying saucer, a 300-ton tank, a 100,000-ton aircraft carrier, and the technology tree doesn't know where to go.

BF110 is a work born after the Germanic brains were opened, and it was the product of the technology tree from the beginning. Strategic Fighter ...... Aviation destroyer ...... It's a shame that the German Aviation Science and Technology Agency was able to come up with a special term for bombing destroyers. However, whether it is from the strategic theory or tactical positioning on which its birth is based, or even the delineation of its use and the formulation of performance indicators, the whole plan from the beginning of research and development to its birth, the whole process is high-energy, and the entire research and development process is full of complaints from designers of various airlines: I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand, I can't understand.

The air battles of the First World War were direct, violent, crude, and bloody, and the two belligerents groped out a bunch of practical air combat tactics and theories from the crushed corpses of countless enemy pilots. Subsequently, during the brief boom period after the war, a bunch of "military theorists" and "war technology scientists" appeared, and in that era, all kinds of brain holes exploded, and a bunch of air combat theories like mushrooms sprung up like mushrooms after a rain of air combat theories based on high-definition 3D brain supplements and science fiction works, all of which claimed to have "solid" "scientific data" as the foundation, and could casually lead the trend of the development of the entire air force.

The Germans, who were crouching in the shadows and grinding their claws, certainly did not want to be left behind. Secretly developing technology and equipment, training personnel, stockpiling technology, and at the same time never stopping research at the tactical and strategic level. They desperately assimilate the "advanced ideas", and the bad thing is that the person who determines whether these ideas are the best or the worst is called Goering.

The stereotyped tendon of the Germans led to the fact that if the first node was crooked, the group of dead eyes would still move forward along the crooked road, if they hit the south wall. They will try their best to drill a hole in the south wall, and if they can't get through it with their whole body, then cut off the body. Whether you climb or roll, as long as you can reach the end of the line, you will be considered to have completed the task.

So historically, even if the Germans have crooked the tech tree, they have basically always ended up with a finished product that at least looks like that. For example, the rat tank with a funny name, these guys were able to make a prototype car that could be driven before the end of the world...... But don't look at the parameters according to this thing. Wait until this thing drives to the beaches of Normandy. I'm afraid that the Vietnam War has already been fought.

The bureaucrats of Nazi Germany never thought about the process, and as long as they could achieve the result they were satisfied with, they could not care at all how much manpower and material resources would be wasted, how many detours would be taken, and how much time would be spent, even if the result would be shelved the next day.

Speaking of which, the purpose of the Germans to create the BF110 is not strange until now, what the Germans want is actually an F18. A twin-engine, fast, long-range, ferocious firepower, capable of air combat, bombing, escorting, patrolling, and reconnaissance. An all-round fighter that can climb, turn, attack and accept. This is not too abrupt on the basis of modern technology, and in the era of World War II. This is a bit too far ahead.

When the Luftwaffe sent the tender data to the aviation manufacturing companies, the giants of Messerschmitt and Focke-Wolff actually wanted to throw the tender in Goering's face, what is a bombing destroyer! Where does this guy want a heavy fighter, it's simply a light high-speed bomber capable of fighting with single-engine fighters in air combat, this guy's mind is full of water, then he's going to toss the navy, bastard!

But being tempted by the Luftwaffe's order, and at the same time coerced by the power of the fat man, since the brain hole has been opened, given their work ethic, it is necessary to find a way to fill him in. If you can't meet all of them, then at least some of them must be achieved.

Finally, the Luftwaffe thought about it for a long time and felt that these requirements were too unreliable, and the final solution was to cut off the bombing function, take it out for a separate tender, and then make a high-speed bomber JU88. In terms of fighter functions, it specializes in high speed, range and firepower. Dornier and Henschel flashed directly because of the mismatch of majors, and Focke Wolf was a little unclear about the situation, and the prototype turned out to be bigger than the size of the He-111.

So in the end Messerschmitt succeeded, Goering was satisfied, and a massive, two-seater, fast, ferocious, moderately ranged, but did not know what to do with it, was born. Not only was it born, but it also vigorously built more than 600 planes of three models in a row in just three years, and the Luftwaffe also specially selected outstanding pilots from the fighter wing to serve as pilots of this new type of aircraft, and set up a new kind of formation unit for her, the destroyer wing.

The sun was shining, and the weather was rare in the English Channel, but it was a bit bad for the pilot of a BF110C4 reconnaissance plane, because the British pilot could see him at a glance from five kilometers away with visibility like today's.

The pilot and the rear-seat gunner sit in a ridiculously long cabin-like cockpit, separated by two meters between the front and back, with a radio station and two high-performance cameras in between, and the two can only communicate through the in-flight wired intercom system or by shouting loudly. The reconnaissance aircraft wears the same blue-gray paint as ordinary fighters, and the front section of the fairing of the two engine nacelles is painted bright yellow, which looks like a yellow-nosed BF109 from a distance, and the blue-gray fuselage between the front and rear seats is painted with a line of flowered characters "Hansburg".

Taking off from the front-line airfield off the coast of France, the plane did not climb to cruising altitude as usual, but remained at an ultra-low altitude of thirty meters and flew towards the coast of Great Britain against the sea.

"There are no enemy aircraft on the median line of the strait, everything is normal." The dispatcher at the front-line ground command post reported the latest air situation in a calm and rigid voice.

"Three minutes later, the center line of the strait was breached, and the course turned to 090." Rear seat gunner and communicator and navigator and camera operator and lookout, Luftwaffe Corporal Hans reports to Luftwaffe Sergeant Hans, the frontseat pilot.

"Yes, it seems to be going well at the moment, but the visibility is too good." The pilot pressed the air watch, increased the throttle slightly, and prepared to steer with a grade.

"This will allow for very clear photographs, and if the squadron leader gets the correct information, then we may not encounter interception by British fighters from beginning to end." The Heavy ticked the time on the route node, and the reconnaissance plane began to slowly turn.

"At an altitude of thirty meters, the British radar station will not be able to detect, hopefully it is correct, who knows, I have never heard that the British have long-range radars before." The pilot returned to the lever to straighten the fuselage.

"I've seen this thing before, from the shores of Calais with a high-powered telescope, and I always thought it was a radio tower."

"Where was I then?"

"In the bed of the tavern lady Janet."

"You went to the beach alone?"

"It's to observe the movement of enemy troops."

"There are fighter jets in Area 4, keep an eye on them." The dispatcher at the ground command post interjected in a rigid voice.

"Area IV...... Fifty kilometers from our target area, on the right...... On the right side, pay attention to the right side. ”

The pilot squinted and looked into the air in front of him. "Nothing."

"Attention, seeing the coast, change the altitude and pull to two hundred meters." Messerschmitt began to climb at an accelerated pace towards the gray-green coastline ahead.

The flight was textbook-perfect, perfectly fitting the route on the route map, skimming the waves along the coast, and the pilot saw the goal of the mission at a glance.

"Shore-based defensive positions, trenches...... Bunker...... Fire Point ...... Watchtower...... They were completely defenseless and filmed them all. The pilot gently lowered the joystick, and the plane began to skim the front of the British defensive positions along the coastline, sideways with its fuselage.

"Shooting...... Hold steady, five, four, three, two, one...... Go around again. Go to the left. The Heavy turned on the camera's auto-camera switch, then picked up the hand-held camera and began to shoot at the position.

He could clearly see the flurry of chickens and dogs jumping on the British positions. The Germans' low-altitude breakthrough caught the British by surprise, and although an anti-aircraft post was set up, and the sentry heard the sound of the plane's engine, which was mostly hidden by the waves, he focused his attention on the high altitude, and did not expect the enemy plane to fly close to the sea level.

The British dug four rows of curved toothed trenches with 50 meters apart along the cliffs, cut down the bushes on the edge of the cliffs that blocked the firing boundary, dug a lot of boxy shelters and material stacks between the trenches, covered them with camouflage nets and log roofs, and the trenches had a concave covered anti-aircraft bunker with a cover every dozen meters, and many semi-arc or circular machine-gun fire points were built at the front and sides of the position. In front of the firing point, there was a circle of solid earth sacks. Wicker walls, pine floors, and drainage ditches were all available, a ring of barbed wire piles was laid on both sides of the position, and four communication trenches led around the ground to a grove behind the position, and apparently there were other arrangements in it.

"Decent defensive position, but ......" the Heavy put down his movie camera. Make another circle and go around to the left side of the position. Let's take another piece of film. ”

The reaction of the British on the ground was really ugly, a group of soldiers in khaki thick Ni uniforms and MKI pot helmets scurried all over the position, the air raid bunker was crowded with people, and the German pilot saw with his own eyes that a guy had just gotten into a bunker and someone kicked out of it. Machine gun bunkers, but machine guns were not placed, artillery bunkers were not seen, artillery guns were not placed, soldiers were not seen, there were officers with rifles, officers were ...... Belch...... There are no officers. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)

PS: Ah...... Recovering state.