"It's so enjoyable!" Colonel Nils watched the bombing from his observation window, where hundreds of bombs were dropped off planes and then accelerated into free fall to the ground, before a flaming flower bloomed in the ancient streets of the old city of London.

The operation had little practical effect, as the city of London, despite its rich history and the heart of Britain, had few heavy industrial targets and bombed it to do little to destroy the British army's war potential. The bombing of this place had only one meaning, and that was to deter the British top brass and make them remember how dangerous it was to assassinate the German Führer.

"Hello gentlemen, the bombs are over! The Brits should remember us! Now, let's get home!" Nils laughed and ordered over the walkie-talkie, "All planes begin to climb at an accelerated altitude of 9,000 meters." ”

The buzzing sound grew louder and louder, the engines of the butcher bombers began to make pleasant sounds, and the huge strategic bombers began to slowly rise in altitude, and after a while they crossed the clouds and flew towards the predetermined course. If nothing else, they only need to fly for about one hour before they can see the Air Force fighter group, and they will be completely back to safety.

"All the Heavy stay on alert! We'll need to fly on our own for about an hour to meet reinforcements, and we'll be on our own!" Nils said loudly over the intercom.

With his voice, the British anti-aircraft artillery positions began to return fire. The shells shot into the sky like no money, most of them were large-caliber anti-aircraft guns, the accuracy and density were not high, and it seemed that the British had not yet fully reacted to the local anti-aircraft fire.

But good fortune did not always accompany the strategic bomber force led by Colonel Nils, and only a few minutes later, they encountered the first real challenge of the operation.

"Colonel Nils! Colonel Niels! Behind us there is a British fighter unit! They are climbing, they are climbing!" a plane flying around the perimeter reported what he saw.

Colonel Nils looked at the altimeter, now they have flown to an altitude of about 8000 meters, according to the information provided by the intelligence services, it seems that there are no other fighters in Britain that can fly to an altitude of about 8000, except for a few smuggled ME-109C modified fighters.

But now the situation is that these fighters have climbed to an altitude of about 8,000 meters, and it seems that these new British fighters can climb a little higher.

Fortunately, these British fighters were in pursuit, so it obviously took a lot of effort to close the distance, so Colonel Nils calmly arranged the formation of the bomber formation and confirmed everyone's defensive mission. Immediately afterwards he ordered the bomber group to continue to climb to an altitude of 9,000 meters to see how the British fighters reacted.

Nils suddenly discovered that the rest of the world was not standing still, and the pace of development was not much slower than that of Germany. When Germany came up with long-range strategic bombers, Britain also came up with fighters that could fly to such heights for combat -- it seems that it will not be an easy task to bomb Britain in the future.

Soon, the group of Butcher bombers that accelerated their flight increased their altitude to an altitude of 9,000 meters, while the British fighters behind seemed to have reached the limit of their flight altitude, maintaining an altitude of about 8,700 meters, approaching the bottom of the tail end of the Butcher Bomber.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the cannons in the tail of the butcher bomber fired, and these free-rotating cannons were obviously more flexible than the fighters, at least when tailgating, the fighter's speed advantage was minimized, and it was easier to lock on and aim.

The British fighter pilots were obviously also veterans, and they knew that if they attacked by biting their tails, they would obviously suffer more for themselves. Because of the engine problems, the Hurricane fighter now has a maximum flight altitude of 9,600 meters, and its flight performance has been affected at an altitude close to 9,000 meters. They approach their target from below, then climb up like a fish leaping out of the water to attack, and then descend to a higher altitude and return.

However, it is clear that the lower part is also the key area of fire protection for the butcher bombers, where there is a double-barreled 30mm cannon operated by female gunners, so from the moment these British planes entered the range of fire, the counterattack of the German strategic bombers began.

If the previous air force fighter combat was a duel between knights, then the current fighter assault bomber formation operation is a bloody and tragic positional battle. There is no more skill to speak of here, it has simply become a brutal contest of firepower between the two sides.

The German side relied on 30 mm caliber cannons mounted on the tail and belly, while the British pilots were armed with 7. Machine gun of 7 mm caliber. However, in terms of firepower density, the British fighters had a slight advantage, as each Hurricane fighter was equipped with eight 7s. 7 mm caliber machine gun.

These Germanic maidens who served on the bombers, they turned the turret, aimed at the target, and then pulled the trigger to fire at the approaching British fighters. Unlike directly attacking soldiers, attacking some non-human metal aircraft, these female gunners are still very competent. They didn't have any mental pressure at all, they just pulled the trigger and watched each other drag a long black smoke down.

Of course, there are accidents that happen, such as this moment. In the turret under the belly of a butcher bomber, a female pilot aimed at a Hurricane fighter, and soon she pulled the trigger and fired a string of shells.

The plane was still far away, not ready to climb and attack, so the entire cockpit was facing the butcher bomber above, so the German female gunner saw that her bullet hit the cockpit of the plane very coincidentally, and the pilot inside was in a state of minced meat.

The cannon shells easily shattered the plexiglass hatch of the plane, then the pilot inside, and then pierced the bottom of the plane, causing the plane to fall in smoke, and the crimson blood stains on the shattered hatch were terrifying.

"Vomit!vomit!" Seeing the tragic situation after hitting the other party, the female gunner began to vomit violently, this was her first attack, and naturally it was the first time in her life that she killed someone. The intense discomfort made her forget to fire, and the British pilots seemed to have finally found the only flaw in the German bomber formation.

Like flies smelling fish, the Hurricane fighters began to pounce on this temporarily muted area, and the distance between the two sides suddenly became much closer. 7 of the British Air Force. The 7 mm machine gun began to exert its power, and the fuselage of the German bomber, which was dud by the belly gunfire, was shot out of a row of holes.

"We've been hit! We've been hit! We've been hit!" shouted a German machine gunner who was holding a 13 mm machine gun on either side and ready to fire, as the machine gunner on the other side of him was hit by a bullet and was screaming.

"The cannon below us is not responding! The cannon below us is not responding!" The navigator on the co-pilot confirmed it twice and said loudly: "The machine gunner on the side! Go and see what happened to the shooter on the belly!"

"Oh God, keep pulling! we need cover! Vengeance 35 needs cover! We need to climb! Please allow us to climb!" a crisp sound sounded on the bulletproof steel plate on the pilot's left side, and he was so frightened that he quickly applied for cover and began to let the plane continue to climb altitude.

"Fill the hole left by Vengeance 35! Stay in formation! We're already in the English Channel! Hold on a little longer!" Nils frowned and approved Vengeance 35's request, "What just happened, why didn't you fight back?"

"Hell, British fighter jets can fly to an altitude of 9,000 meters, how is this possible!" The machine gunner on the Revenge 35 bomber crawled through the narrow passage, looking at the bullet holes left in some places, and complained: "Don't get hit again! I don't want to fall at such a height!"

He muttered as he crawled forward until he reached a small hatch in the belly of the plane, and pulled it open. The cold wind poured in all at once, blowing him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. He had no choice but to quickly close the hatch and tighten the closing knob.

He put on his goggles, wrapped his leather jacket tightly, and then twisted the knob to open the hatch, and then took a closer look inside.

The entire turret was riddled with bullet holes from machine guns, and in some places it had shattered holes the size of palms because it could not withstand the air current. The vomiting female gunner had been shot in the chest with a machine gun, and was still hanging from her seat because of the seat belt, but because she was dead, her limbs swaying back and forth with the air current.

Because of the strong air current, the entire turret was covered in blood, and it looked like it was going to vomit, and the Heavy who came to check it quickly closed the small hatch again, blocking the cold air that poured in.

He struggled to crawl back, but stopped talking with a cold face. For the first time, he saw a corpse with a machine gun pierced through the lungs, for the first time he saw a turret covered in blood, for the first time he saw a woman die so miserably.

When he returned to his place and hung the headphones on his ears, he realized that his hands were still shaking. Pressing the switch on the intercom, he resisted the urge to vomit and said, "The belly turret has been destroyed, and Belina is dead." ”