Chapter 757: Tired or not
Such a cost is high, you know, a Junkers 290, with four engines, is equivalent to four fighters, just fuel consumption, quite a lot, not to mention, now every bomber, the bombs carried, are quite valuable.
The bombers climbed slowly, almost all the way to an altitude of 10,000 meters over France, where they joined up with the F190 fleet that had come to escort the escort.
Although an air base was established in Plymouth, the scale of that base was still not large enough, and there were more fighters that needed to take off from the mainland, but fortunately, the range of the F190 was large enough to provide bombers with a full escort mission.
Now, the entire fleet, more than 300 planes, flew straight in the direction of Exeter, and the black pressure of the group made the British nervous in an instant.
In London, after receiving the news, General Dowding was also very anxious, and he kept giving orders to let his Spitfire fighters go to meet the bombers bound for Exeter.
"We can now dispatch one hundred and thirty Spitfires, and the Spitfires we just landed can also take off again to meet the enemy." In the command headquarters, the beautiful female commander, with a long pole, pushed her own plane over on the sand table: "This is all the fighters we can raise now." ”
Help the air defense of the 10th district, it is already impatient, it is clear that this bombing by the Germans is to fulfill their rhetoric of demolishing the entire city.
The Germans' conspiracy must not be allowed to succeed!
If there were ordinary citizens in Exeter, then the Germans would never dare to blow up the entire city so recklessly, but now, the citizens of the city, under the intimidation of the Germans, all escaped and accepted the investigation of the Germans.
This is simply a disgrace to Great Britain!
"We can't wait until Exeter to let the fighter unit intercept on the median line of the strait." General Dowding said.
Exeter is not considered to be deep, and the other side began to enter the bombing route almost before reaching the land airspace, so the interception of its own side must also be early, and it is already the last way to intercept it by reaching the center line of the strait.
"Yes." The beautiful female commander took the pole and pushed the plane to the position of the center line of the strait, and at this moment, the telephone in the command room rang again.
"General, our observation post has once again spotted a large number of bombers from the Germans, ready to bomb London, more than last time!" At this moment, the shocking news came again.
Germans, aren't they tired? Dowding's face was ugly all of a sudden, now, although they can dispatch hundreds of Spitfires, but these fighters have already made multiple sorties, almost landed, refueled, hung bombs, and took off again, the pilots were even more exhausted, and many could only be carried off the plane by ground crew.
They had already done their best to raise these planes to intercept them, and this was the last interception before dark, but at this time, the Germans actually came to attack London again!
What to do?
"The Prime Minister has given an order for us to protect London first." Another staff officer said.
Protect London! For Dowding, the protection of London was always his top priority, then, Exeter, could no longer organize an effective interception.
Dowding knew that Exeter was destined to be abandoned, and now, there was nothing he could do.
Sirens sounded at the airport near London, and one after another Spitfires took to the air again to intercept them, and they received almost two different orders before taking off.
Germans, of course, are not tired! Because the size of the German Air Force has long far surpassed that of the British, and now, the Luftwaffe is only attacking in batches! Britain, on the other hand, had to use all its air defense forces to intercept it.
Exeter.
Dlobinsky lay on a stretcher.
When his plane was hit, he parachuted, but because he was too late, when he landed on the ground, the speed was still too high, and he broke both legs.
Fortunately, the defenders on the ground rescued him and sent him to an empty hospital, where he was simply bandaged and immobilized by the doctors who accompanied the army.
Now, he can only wait, waiting for the evening when reinforcements will arrive, and after that, he will take a boat and retreat from the waterway.
The pain in the broken leg kept reaching his brain, but at this time, he was not distracted by the pain, he wanted to think more.
Those terrible F190s, that terrible firepower, Britain, can they defeat Germany? Whether it is tactics or strategy, Britain does not have much hope!
Now that the Germans have landed on the British mainland, if the British mainland falls, what other country in the world will be able to resist the German invasion?
USSR? Forget it, the USSR was also half to blame for the demise of Poland.
It seems that there is only the United States! Yes, only the United States will be able to defeat Germany!
Lying in the open space outside the hospital, looking at the sun setting in the west, looking at the buildings, the shadows of the trees gradually lengthened, and Drobinsky's thoughts also flew with it.
Until the roar in the distant sky pulled him back to reality.
This voice is all too familiar.
He opened his eyes, blocked the sunlight with his hands, and looked into the sky, and sure enough, the large bombers were so spectacular.
By the pilot's eyesight, he quickly recognized, four engines, normal layout, this should be the strategic bomber of the Germans, the Junkers-290!
Look at the dense bomber fleet, the number of sorties of the other side is definitely more than 100!
What are they here for? Thinking of the leaflet he picked up, Dlobinsky suddenly felt a fear in his heart, could it be, they were here to carry out the demolition, right?
"Hey, quick, go to the basement!" Dlobinsky shouted to the soldiers who were taking care of him beside him: "The bombing of the Germans will come soon!" ”
They have no weapons, and they can only be next to each other for bombing.
At the top of the cathedral in the center of the city, at the top of the tower, Bernard held a telescope and looked at the bombers that were coming.
"Germans, don't try to destroy an entire city by bombing, come on! Our brave warriors, are waiting for you here! Bernard held his hand high.
"Hey, there's a madman down there?" At this time, on the pilot bomber at the front, the bombardier Ludwig aimed his eyes at the high-precision bombing sight, and his aim was the tower of the cathedral in the center of the city, and he actually saw a man waving his fist there.
"Prepare to drop the bomb." Ludwig shouted. 56