"I was still wondering what I was going to do with all of ...... new bombs all of a sudden," the German bombardier shouted loudly from the bumpy plane.

In a noisy environment, he had to speak loudly, which was an occupational disease that he might not be able to change in his life.

The planes of this era are indeed not as comfortable and quiet as the planes of the future, so communication basically depends on roaring.

Only by shouting loudly can the sound reach the pilot's ears through noisy headphones. Only by shouting can we accurately express every word you want to say.

"Now you know...... In order to gather so many bombs, I heard that even Army Group B used ordinary bombs to storm Kursk. The pilot said proudly.

These pilots have flown hundreds, if not thousands, of hours, and they are sophisticated and skilled, and they know every detail of their aircraft.

Every bomber pilot is carefully trained and has been exposed to this type of aircraft from the very beginning.

After all, the aircraft they control is also the most powerful bomber of this era - the JU-17 bomber that imitates the American B-118.

Not to mention the huge range of this kind of aircraft, it can also carry a large number of terrifying bombs to complete carpet cover bombing.

What is even more terrifying is that this kind of aircraft can fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters that most fighters cannot reach, and evade the interception of 90% of antiaircraft guns.

The most important thing is that once there are more such aircraft, they can turn elegant air combat into a brutal hand-to-hand war of attrition, so that the weaker side has to suffer equal or even slightly larger losses.

Now, a full 300 JU-118 bombers, divided into three echelons, are flying to their respective targets.

All the targets were on the Kerch Peninsula, and these bombers were ordered to destroy them, making them "history".

They do have the ability to do so, and at least a third of the 300 bombers carry the latest napalm, which can evaporate the air and incinerate everything.

After testing, these napalm bombs are definitely a sharp weapon for destroying bunker bunkers. At least in this era, the power of such a bomb can be called rebellious.

The Crimean region, not yet aware of the presence of so many big guys, flew towards it in the gray dawn for destruction.

Right at the foot of these JU-118 strategic bombers, there were 200 JU-88 bombers with ordinary bombs, and their targets were relatively single, some to Sevastopol, and some to surrounding airfields.

"Queen Bee! Queen bee! I'm a poisonous bee! I'm a poisonous bee! The time has come! We must return home! Good luck! "The sky was already white by this time, and there was a new sound in the headphones.

The 70 night fighters ME-110, which took off as escort fighters, issued a return warning as they approached the Crimean Peninsula.

They are night fighters and do not have the slightest advantage in daylight operations. So they could only be escorted here, and retreated according to the plan.

For the short-legged Luftwaffe fighter units, taking off from near Odessa to escort and approaching Sevastopol, was still too reluctant.

Moreover, this was a night take-off mission, and daytime fighters could not take off to escort bombers in night formations. Even the more advanced TA-152 fighter, not so much!

AS THE NEWS WAS CONFIRMED, THE ME-88 NIGHT FIGHTERS, WHICH HAD BEEN FLYING NEAR THE JU-110 BOMBER, TURNED AROUND AND BROKE AWAY FROM THE HUGE FORMATION.

And in the distance, the land of the Crimean Peninsula has appeared in front of the eyes of all German bomber pilots.

"We lost the fighter escort! Attention formations! Heighten your vigilance! The officer in charge of the front command commanded loudly over the radio.

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"Did you hear anything?" Leaning on a sandbag, a Soviet soldier asked his comrades beside him.

"Shut up! Last night, the fleet alarm went on all night, can you let me sleep quietly for a while? Another Soviet soldier, who was also leaning on a sandbag, muttered unlovely.

Since last night, all the Soviet ships have been leaving one after another, and the sound of sirens and sirens has been sounding all night, so the sentries on duty are very irritable.

Now it's hard to get some sleep before the shift change, and of course no one wants to be disturbed. So after muttering, he rolled over and moved away from his comrades who were disturbing his sleep.

Then, he felt the annoying sound. As if someone had stabbed the hornet's nest, the buzzing sound that surrounded his ears so densely that he couldn't sleep at all.

With a hint of annoyance, he struggled to sit up, squinting at the sky that had not yet fully lit up, and found that his head was already full of swarms of airplanes.

"Virtue ...... ......He pointed to the plane in the sky, and tried to shout but couldn't do it because he was too scared.

"The planes of the Germans!" Or his comrades-in-arms beside him, shouted for him at the critical moment: "Air raid!" Air raid! ”

After the fall of Odessa, the Luftwaffe did not systematically bomb Sevastopol. Even knowing that there was a Soviet battleship there, the Luftwaffe had been patient and did not launch a decent attack.

Occasionally, only a few planes symbolically flew over the Crimea, spotted or hurriedly dropped a few bombs, and then turned and left.

But today, just today, the German bombers that covered the sky appeared in the Crimea, and then, to the frightened shouts of the Soviets, opened their own bomb bay hatches.

The sound of the air raid sirens sounded suddenly, and then within a minute, the Soviet anti-aircraft artillery positions began to roar.

The whole of Sevastopol seemed to come to life, with countless barrels pointed at the sky, tracer shells in a straight line, trying to get close to the German bombers in the sky.

"Looks like we're not in the wrong place!" Accompanied by the explosion of shells, in the bumpy cabin of the aircraft, the German pilot laughed and quipped.

"Yes! I've checked the aerial photos! The navigator didn't take us to strange places! The bombardier replied loudly.

Then his eyes were on the bomb sight and he aimed the doji at Sevastopol on the ground.

"Goodbye! Sevastopol! I'm probably the last person to see you! As in the bombing of London, the bombardier whispered.

Immediately after that, his hand pressed on the bomb drop button, and one after another the aerial bombs broke free from their restraints and fell to the ground below.

"Boom!" The first bomb exploded on the land of the Crimean Peninsula less than a hundred meters from a section of Soviet fortifications.