"Oh my God, this is the first time I've seen so many fighters involved in an interception." Boington looked around, it was full of planes, and four squadrons were distributed in the surrounding airspace, like a thick wall blocking the path of the opponent's attack. There are a number of other squadrons of aircraft around, but judging by the livery, these fighters should be from other theaters or other countries.

"I can already see Florence, there's a swarm of flies in front of me, it's supposed to be the last batch, rush over and we'll win." While Boeington was thinking nonsense, Grim was also assessing the situation on both sides, the other side was still prepared, and when the Allies were adjusting, the Entente was also strengthened. He has been intercepted by various kinds of interceptions along the way, and the Windtalker Brigade, which has been in charge of interception in front, has also suffered heavy losses, and so far the planes that have been shot down, forced to land and forced to return have accounted for about 40% of the entire group. At this time, the Roaring Griffin and Lightning Brigade, which were in charge of the two wings, also lost 30% of their aircraft. This last interception had to be rushed on its own. How strategic bombers can break through the opponent's defenses without enough escort force is a problem that Grim has been studying for a long time, and today, it is time to test the results of his research.

"I will never forget the first time I intercepted a strategic bomber, first a black dot the size of a sesame seed flew from a distance, and then as the distance drew closer they quickly grew larger, these vultures of the German Empire spread their wings and lined up in a tight formation, pressing down like a wall, and they did not dodge or hesitate in the face of our volley. It smashed like a war hammer! There is a saying in Huaxia that the big sword has no edge. That's probably how they are described. Boeington wrote in his memoirs after the war.

"These things are huge! It's not easy to get something so huge into the air. "After several interceptions at the front, the number of fighters in the German fleet has seriously declined. And under the pinch of friendly forces. The remaining German fighters could not pose a threat to the 4 assault squadrons, and the Americans did not yet know what terrible things were waiting for them, and at this time they could still talk and laugh and set a target for themselves. Let's see if I can become an ace pilot after finishing my record today!

The Skull Squadron flew past these huge bombers from above, and the other side began to lower the altitude, probably in preparation for the bombing that was ready to begin, the P26 fighters flew over the flock of geese like sparrows, and after entering the rear hemisphere of the opposing group, the Skull Squadron began to attack in 4 groups, "Boeington." I cover you and wish you the new trump card! At this moment, the wingman's voice appeared in Boeington's ears. The other party flies very slowly, and he doesn't know how to dodge. What a perfect goal!

"Follow me!" After Boeington's order, 4 fighters began to dive. "We thought we were hungry wolves pounced on the flock, but we soon learned that we were a bunch of spiders waiting for us, and that we were the moths that didn't help ourselves!" Boington soon became aware of the massacre. A massacre of bombers against fighters! They were the first victims!

"Oh God!" Just when the Boington fleet was approaching about 700 meters. THE FOUR 3-PLANE FORMATIONS BELOW ERUPTED AT THE SAME TIME, AND TRACER AND ARMOR-PIERCING SHELLS ALTERNATELY SPRAYED OUT OF THE 13MM MACHINE GUN (USUALLY ARMOR-PIERCING AND TRACER ROUNDS ARE ALTERNATELY PLACED ON THE BULLET CHAIN). Dozens of tongues of fire shot at the diving American fighters, and the DO11 heavy bomber had a twin 13MM machine gun tower on the tail and upper part of the fuselage, and a machine gun on each side of the fuselage, so that an aircraft could use 6 machine guns to shoot at targets above! The Americans had never encountered such intensive interceptive fire, and the opposing side's concentrated fire at a distance of several hundred meters instantly crushed the American aircraft group!

The whistling of bullets and the cracking of the body could be heard from time to time in the distance, and tracer bullets like flying locusts hit a nearby plane one after another, and it took only a few seconds for a P26 fighter to be torn to pieces by the heavy fire. Boeing subconsciously deflected to the left and fired a string of bullets. Bullets from three M2 machine guns flew through the air, imagining a DO11 heavy bomber diagonally below, and the collision of bullets and metal skin produced sparks. Holes appeared in the upper part of the fuselage, but this attack didn't seem like much to the behemoth below! The opposing machine-gun turret was still spewing tongues of fire.

The fighter attack window was very short, and Boington finally had to turn to abandon the attack. "Cheap you kid!" Boington knew that his wingman would definitely continue to attack, and he had fired more than 300 bullets just now, and the brother in the back should be able to take down this big guy, Boington said in his heart. Boington quickly flew downward. The sound of bullets cutting through the air came from behind, and one bullet after another came from behind, and the plane was hit from time to time, but fortunately, the P26 was relatively strong, and the bullets that hit individually did not cause much damage.

But his wingman was not so lucky, the plane was ready to flee the battlefield after an unsuccessful attack, but it was already surrounded by the other side, and the bullets were fired from above, below, left and right, and no skilful pilot could escape from this bullet hell. A bullet came from the back of the seat, piercing the thin steel plate behind it, completely slicing off the young pilot's upper body, and then the plane, which had lost control, plunged headlong to the ground.

"All dead?!" After exactly 2 minutes, Boington suddenly found that none of the other 3 planes that came with him followed, which means that in the first round of attack just now, in just a few minutes, three comrades were devoured by these huge guys! "God, what's going on?"

At this time, such a scene was everywhere on the battlefield, and four squadrons of American fighters rushed into a box flight formation of 160 heavy bombers. Like moths throwing fire, these fighters are dying with the hope of victory. The intertwined net of fire covered almost all the airspace of the engagement, and the decisive factor for the survival of the pilot at this time was not the quality of the flight performance or the individual skill, the greater range depended on your luck, maybe only a few machine guns aimed at you, and there was a chance to escape, but if you were targeted by a dozen machine guns at the same time, then you could only pray to God.

The U.S. fighter planes that enter in small groups are often divided by dense firepower as soon as they launch an attack, and the clever old birds can survive on the edge of the fire net, while the less fortunate ones may only see the fiery red in front of them and know nothing. The Americans are also fighting back with all their might, but alas, it is difficult to shoot down each other with two or even three planes firing at one bomber at the same time. (I once looked at a table from the side that mentioned the damage effect of various caliber cannons, and it seems that the damage effect of one MG151/20 cannon can top four M2 machine guns.) Although the M2 hit accurately, it was too powerful, and of course, the Axis powers did not have so many sturdy planes for the Americans to fight in history. The 50-caliber machine guns punched holes in the bomber's fuselage, and with the exception of a few unlucky bombers who were destroyed because the fuel tank was blown or too many bullets were hit, the vast majority of the bombers broke through the opponent's defenses very smoothly.

A series of explosions rang out in the air from time to time, and one P26 after another was either blown up or dragged to the ground with flames in tow. The "black cloud" composed of DO11 heavy bombers continued to approach the target, and the interception of American fighters of a full four squadrons could not delay the other side's pace in the slightest. The red-eyed Boeing once again rushed towards a German bomber, the protruding tongues of fire of the three machine guns were pumped towards the outermost bomber like whips, the muzzles of the guns kept beating sparks, the bullet casings fell like raindrops, and the dense rain of bullets successfully destroyed an engine on the outside of the plane, and the smoke began to fill from the engine compartment, but it still persisted.

"Trash, hurry down!" A furious Boeing kept pulling the trigger. A dense rain of bullets then began to spread from the engine bay towards the fuselage, and in some places even began to catch fire, but the flames were quickly extinguished due to the small force. The opponent's altitude began to drop and break out of formation, and Boeing finally found an opportunity, but at this time, the three machine guns of the P26 stopped roaring, and the entire 1,500 rounds were gone, but it still could not finally destroy a plane!

"Damn the guy, the damn machine gun!" At this time, Boington hated the weapon in his hand for the first time, although before that, the M2 machine gun had allowed him to achieve a series of achievements. But in the face of heavy aircraft, this weapon is so powerless. The opportunity to open fire, which American pilots had paid for with their blood and lives, was thus wasted by weak weapons.

The air battle lasted for more than half an hour, the American defense line finally collapsed, and the bombers of the Lancer Wing continued to advance, and at this time, Boington suddenly found that his squadron was gone, except for a few planes flying to other airfields, Boington could no longer find his teammates in this airspace, and a ball of flames could be seen on the ground, which should have been produced after the explosion of the destroyed plane. "Maybe my teammates have already evacuated, and it's impossible to keep in formation in such a chaotic situation." Boington muttered to himself.

Almost at the same time, a terrible thought popped into his head, "I'm not going to be the only remaining member of the skeleton squadron, am I?!" Thinking of this, Boeing couldn't help but shiver.

Thanks to the book friend zhouyu1976 for the reward~~~, as well as the book friend Dongguan Bald King, Sunset Yellow Flower Fat Monthly Pass Support ~~~. (To be continued......)