It was too late to say that it was too late, and Hartmann had already bypassed the edge of the American bomber formation and once again approached the American planes from the other side. Poor American fighters had just drawn a dozen of them before Hartman penetrated the defenses of his own fleet from the other direction.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" was Hartman's signature spot shot again, this time because it was closer, so this time Hartmann fired a long shot, firing a full 10 rounds of 30mm cannon shells in one go. The munitions were almost all hit on the fuselage and wings of a B-17 bomber.

Smoke billowed from the two engines on the left side of the B-17 plane, and what was even more pitiful than the predecessor who descended to a deceleration was that a shell hit the flaps of the plane, knocking off the huge lifting flaps on the wings, causing the uneven thickness of the wings on both sides of the plane.

And the two shells hit the wing base of the wing, probably destroying the load-bearing support of the huge bomber, and after only a few seconds, the wing of the plane hit by the shell broke due to air resistance, and after the broken wing, the plane began to spin and fall, and the smoke and burning fuel were thrown everywhere.

"Oh my God! fire! fire! all the self-defense weapons on the bombers, free to return fire!" Although a B-17 was hit just now, but the news obtained on the radio was that the plane was only punched out of 3 holes, and it had not yet crashed so seriously, so relying on the huge size of their own aircraft, some American bomber pilots who underestimated the German fighters were not too nervous, they felt that the weapons on the opponent's fighters would not cause irreparable damage to their planes at all, so everyone was waiting for their escort fighters to crush the two German flies flying around.

But now the situation suddenly became different, and the German plane shot down a B-17 bomber with a short shot, and it was a real fall, which caused a huge visual impact on everyone, and it was almost devastating.

So the commander of the bomber shouted the order just now, and he ordered his bomber unit to start firing freely to prevent the opposing fighters from approaching the bomber formation. But apparently he overlooked one thing, and that was that the people on the bombers were not very good soldiers, they could only be said to be very well-trained recruits.

So with an order, these battery shooters on American bombers began to use their own ways to drive away their inner fears, and they began to use their weapons to pour their ammunition frantically at the target.

Because Hartman's fighter made a pulling motion, almost all the shooters in the electrically driven rotating turret on the back of the American bomber could see the German plane that was still at a long distance, so hundreds of 30mm cannons were aimed at their targets, and then tracer bullets swept in the direction of the enemy plane like a downpour.

"Oh my God, you almost hit me on 035!" the pilot of a B-17 aircraft cursed loudly in his headset, and before his voice could dissipate, another pilot complained that the man in front of him opened fire so violently that it almost knocked his nose off.

In fact, this is not the most frustrating problem, the most important problem is that the opponent's plane is obviously no longer in the range of the twin electric turret on the B-17's back because it is too fast, but the American bomber group is still firing fiercely, wasting their precious self-defense ammunition.

"Fool! He's no longer within the range of the attack! What kind of fire is fired? Just aim at the other side and move with the opponent's position! Wait until the other side rushes over and then fire to interfere with the opponent's attack!" An American veteran who participated in the bombing over the North African battlefield reminded his teammates loudly, but unfortunately his walkie-talkie could only be connected to the soldiers in other gun positions on the plane, and could not make a full formation call.

"Shut up! I can't hear the captain's orders!" "The pilot in the cockpit is obviously not used to this kind of big scene of thousands of cannons, although he is also a veteran pilot who has experienced war in North Africa, but in fact he has only flown a total of 3 missions, the most terrible one is the bombing of Tobruk, but although he was attacked by German ground artillery, he unexpectedly only encountered a small number of enemy aircraft attacks.

However, apparently he was not very lucky today, and he was placed on the periphery of the bomber formation, after all, the United States rarely carries out such long-range bombing missions, so pilots like him with combat flight experience are arranged in relatively outward positions.

Unfortunately, the only plane flying outside him had just been shot down by Hartmann, and now he had to face the opponent's attack directly, but from the movements of the German fighter with black tulips painted on the nose, it was obvious that the other party was a seasoned and powerful character, and it would be a nightmare to fly on the periphery to deal with such an enemy.

The good news is that after the opponent went around in a circle, he was driven out of range by his own fighters, and the turret on the B-17 bomber in the distance finally stopped firing, God knows if it was because he saw that the opponent was out of range or because he had run out of bullets.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief because the German fighter with black tulips on the nose of the plane had left, the American pilot saw that the two P-40 fighters chased out by the friendly forces were bitten by the tails of a beautiful somersault of the other side, and the attacking side was instantly reduced to a lamb to the slaughter.

"Don't leave the queue, there are very few planes on the other side, we are very close to the target, he uses a large-caliber cannon, which is similar to the Zero, so this guy's ammunition is not enough to shoot down many of our planes, try to keep the formation, use mutual cover to force him to waste ammunition, and soon these two planes will return!" The veteran pilot, who is rich in combat experience, is the commander of this bombing mission, loudly reminded his comrades how to deal with the troublesome thing in front of him.

Although the Americans maintain a large number of air forces in the Middle East and are also involved in the fight against German planes, there are not many aircraft battles of such a large scale, and the bombing mission is carried out in a place where birds do not, and if they are intercepted by the opponent's plane, the mission will be temporarily canceled in most cases, so it is rare for a large-scale battle to break out.

Although the Americans suffered a lot of losses in the few combat encounters, they preferred to believe that these were ace pilots deliberately transferred by Germany to North Africa to carry out missions, and did not represent the general combat level of German pilots. As for the intelligence from the British allies and the Soviet Union, and how powerful the Luftwaffe was, the American pilots subjectively attributed it not to the fact that the opponent was too strong, but that they were too weak to make excuses.

Therefore, the American pilots did not know much about the German pilots, especially the German pilots on the Eastern Front, and a few minutes ago, they despised these fellow opponents, believing that most of the German pilots relied on the relatively high performance of the fighters, not on how good their pilots were.

But when countless pairs of eyes saw the German fighter plane, which had been killed not far from the American bomber formation like a graceful fluttering leaf in the wind, these American pilots knew that they had made a mistake, a huge mistake: it turned out that the overall quality of the German pilots was very high, and it was so high that it made people feel terrible.

Under the watchful eyes of the American pilots, Hartmann made another risky flight, he dived and accelerated, approached the perimeter of the American bomber as fast as he could, and then rolled sideways past the backbone turret of the opponent's fire, and directly opened five holes in the cockpit of the third B-17 bomber, and smashed all the pilots and navigators inside into mud.

Without any suspense, the American bomber lost control, bobbed back and forth twice, and then suddenly swerved to the left and plunged headlong into the sky, in the process, the plane that had lost control also crashed into the wingtips of another B-17.

All the American pilots found that their palms had begun to sweat, because they remembered the scene in front of them, as if they had seen it somewhere. Someone has in mind the image of a shark swimming around a school of fish - even hundreds of weak marine fish are just unthreatening food in the shark's eyes.

What they didn't know was that Hartman also felt that this kind of battle was more tricky than the original air supremacy struggle. He used up almost half of the ammunition for his 30 mm shaft guns to achieve the exact results of the two B-17 bombers. In fact, although the first B-17 was damaged and returned home, it was indeed not shot down depending on the situation, and the B-17 with the wingtip smashed was still flying in the formation, and there was no intention of leaving.

"Damn! These American bombers are sturdier than we thought!We don't have enough ammunition!" Hartman complained to his wingman squadron leader as he pressed the joystick to avoid the two American fighters that were entangled.

"Hartman! We can only interfere with them, and it is impossible for the two planes to shoot down all of these planes, and we knew from the beginning that there would not be enough ammunition!" the squadron leader replied with a wry smile as he covered Hartman's cover for the shooting down of an American fighter jet.