At this look, Heinz was also stunned, indeed, what kind of plane is that?

In terms of size, it is larger than a fighter jet, and it must be considered a bomber, but it does not have a propeller, and two white smoke is pulled out of the tail, which looks so novel.

The bubble cockpit of the F190 gave the pilot a good view, and as the plane behind him kept approaching, Heinz also felt surprised, no.

It's so fast!

The piston fighter of this era has developed rapidly compared with a few years ago, such as the current F190, if it really soars regardless of fuel consumption, it can sprint to a speed of 760 kilometers per hour, but in normal cruise flight, it is only more than 500 kilometers per hour.

However, the bomber overhead had already soared to its ultimate speed, and it certainly did not fly at maximum speed.

The maximum speed of your own aircraft is just the normal cruising speed of the other party, what is this concept?

Heinz didn't say much, his head kept twisting, and soon, the plane flew over them.

Heinz saw the glass cockpit of the nose of the opponent's plane, saw the special engine hanging under the wings of the opponent, and finally watched the opponent fly away, leaving only two white smoke in the sky, which gradually spread.

"That's our newest bomber." At this time, in the Junkers-290 bomber, the commander in charge of the mission, Akset, also set his eyes on the terrible and fierce bomber, with envy in his eyes.

In terms of bomb load, the plane is still insignificant, it is said that it can only hang a ton of bombs at most, which is almost the same as Stuka, but it sounds enviable when I hear that it can easily fly to more than 800 kilometers.

Flying such a bomber is endless fun, and it can fly in the enemy's airspace with impunity, and no fighter can catch up with the opponent, and at the same time, no fighter can get it.

I heard that the bomber has an altitude limit of more than 15,000, and as long as the enemy is spotted and flies up, the other party can only look at the sky and sigh.

Such a bomber is enviable.

Only he, as a senior commander of the Air Force, knows some inside stories, and the people below don't know anything at all, and now, seeing that bomber, Axette is also flustered, what's going on? Could it be that the plane was also going to bomb Petersburg?

What's the mess?

Southwest of St. Petersburg, 280 km, forested area.

One by one, the launch vehicles were pointing straight at the sky, and the personnel of Unit 14 were on standby.

Kammler looked at his launch vehicle, a small bird was standing at the top of the launch vehicle, the gentle chirping echoed in the mountains and forests, and the entire launch site was silent.

"Captain, the order has been given, five minutes later, all launches." Just as Kammler looked down at his pocket watch, the order finally arrived.

"Each launch vehicle will immediately enter the five-minute countdown to launch." Kammler immediately gave the order, and he stood in the clearing, looking at the missiles around him, looking forward to the last glorious scene.

"The five-minute countdown begins."

"The gyro starts normally."

"Three minutes, the fuel pump is on."

"One minute, all the data are normal, ready to launch the countdown."

The whole launch entered an irreversible stage, and metamethylhydrazine and nitric acid, with the action of the fuel pump, flowed into the rocket engine, and at this time, the countdown was exactly zero.

The nozzle at the tail came out with a puff of white gas, which was the vapor of nitric acid.

"Ignition!"

With this password, a small flame in the combustion chamber was ignited.

The V-2 missile, which is more than ten meters long, has orange-red flames coming out of the engine at the tail, and with the ignition of the engine, the entire missile body is trembling slightly.

The little bird, frightened, flew up, flapped its wings, flew to the side of the branch, and looked at everything below.

"Increase the power."

Two seconds later, the flame in the tail had turned from orange to yellow-white, the fuel inside was burning at an accelerated pace, and the thrust of the engine continued to increase.

Three seconds later, the engine reached its maximum power, and the rocket, which was like a big radish, finally began to rise!

The blazing tail flame dragged by the tail, in the process of flying upward, the tail flame behind has been shrouded in thick smoke, the lower it goes, the larger the area of the smoke, in the shape of a bell mouth, just at the top of the smoke, that rocket is accelerating, accelerating!

One after another, and one after another, a large turnip kept rising upward.

The smoke spread upward, and the air currents brought by the high temperature of the rocket's tail flame blew through the leaves and made a rattling sound.

The little bird has spread its wings and flown away, and it is very frightened here.

The other animals in the woods are also scattering frantically, fleeing this terrible situation.

In the air, there was a pungent smell, and the smoke from the ignition of the rocket enveloped the entire forest.

The smoke from the ignition of a rocket can envelop half of the forest, and now, the smoke produced by the ignition of hundreds of rockets is simply a purgatory-like place.

If you look at it from a distance, this forest has been completely covered in thick smoke, as if you have opened Pandora's box, and in the thick smoke, missiles after missiles have come out.

The speed at which the missile had just taken off was not fast, and as the rocket engine continued to burn, the speed began to increase continuously, and the warhead pierced the air and made a whining sound.

Missiles do not take off at the same time, there are first and last, and each rocket climbs to release more gunsmoke, this kind of scene is like the end of the world.

The smoke grew louder and louder, spreading around the woods, into the creek, and into all the accessible spaces around it.

At the same time, it is also expanding to a higher place, and the follow-up missiles have to fly higher to be able to drill out of this smoke-shrouded area, and at the top of it, there are more missiles, still dragging tail smoke, constantly flying upward.

This kind of scene is intoxicating.

Kammler put on a gas mask, and now in the area where they were, there were no people to be seen at a distance of a few meters, and there was smoke all around, and the tail flame of the rocket outside the smoke was still so clear.

"Recover the launcher and prepare for evacuation." Kammler said.

They just fired, they didn't see the scene of the missile attacking in the past, but in Kamler's heart, he could already guess the incomparably brilliant picture.

The Soviets, since they dare to bomb Berlin, be ready to accept the punishment of death!