A German FW-190D roared its engines past an American B-17 bomber, while the weapons on the American bomber were aimed at other German fighters on the other side, and before the American shooters in the self-defense turrets could readjust their firing angles, the German fighters that skimmed the bombers had already left a row of bullet holes in the fuselage of their targets.

With a dense and violent thud, the bomber's thick skin was pierced by the shells, and metal shards rampaged through the plane, clanging against the steel plates protecting the crew. However, although these thick steel plates blocked the flying debris, there was no way to block the more powerful warheads.

As a result, the originally heavy steel plates were easily penetrated, and these aerial artillery shells, which were overpowered against fighter planes, immediately showed extraordinary effects when they hit the US bombers, which can be said to be tailor-made, and easily caused huge damage to the US bombers.

A shell carrying a large number of metal fragments, pierced the protective steel plate, pierced the pilot's lungs, and shattered the aircraft's instrument panel, and then did not stop, breaking through the floor and then through the armor behind the aiming compartment of the protective nose, shattering everything inside.

"Someone was shot! The plane was pierced! I had to descend altitude! I had to descend altitude!" In the cockpit, seeing that his co-pilot was paralyzed in his chair with a bloody face, the captain was so frightened that he quickly shook his joystick, the dashboard was full of blood, and there was a hole in the co-pilot's position that constantly spewed electric sparks.

The turret on the back of the plane was still firing to cover its own plane, but the B-17, which had a row of holes in the fuselage, was still seriously injured by the German fighters, and it slowly lowered its altitude, hoping to stabilize its injured plane so that it could fly back to the ground safely.

Unfortunately, the German pilots apparently did not want to give him this opportunity, and another German fighter painted in gray camouflage swept over the plane, and the black iron cross on the wing was clearly visible. The plane bypassed the B-17 bomber, which had begun to descend and was emitting smoke, leaving another row of conspicuous bullet holes in its wing.

The B-17's engine began to burn, belching smoke, and its flaps were so structurally damaged that they were torn apart by air currents in the air. Smoke began to pour out of its engine, and flames came out of the cracks, and it was clear at a glance that the burning could not be extinguished.

Just as the pilot of the plane watched in despair as the German plane left him, a few hundred meters away, two German fighters had completed their dive and shot down another huge B-17 bomber, and the American radio communication channel was in chaos, everyone was screaming and cursing, and the entire American bomber formation was becoming more and more chaotic, and the resistance was becoming more and more disorganized.

Everything was in chaos, everywhere there was a scene of German planes chasing and killing American planes, American pilots began to fly indiscriminately when they lost their formation, which also brought trouble to the Germans' strangulation operations, and the planes flying everywhere also brought chaos to the Germans, and the German planes that originally came from various flight squadrons lacked unified command, and now after the chaos is in a mess, there is no way to unify command, and many fighter units are chasing and killing several planes, and then after shooting down these American planes, they find that they have broken away from their own units and cannot find other enemies。

What's even more depressing is that because of the scuffle, many times the two planes bite each other's tails and chase each other for a long time, only to find out that the two planes are actually German planes, and they have to laugh at each other, and then go to other American fighters for trouble.

Although the whole sky is in chaos, but the most conspicuous is still Hartmann's black tulip-painted fighter, this plane rampaged in the largest Allied fleet, and shot down an American fighter that was still stubbornly resisting with sudden fire, P-40 fighter still has a fighting strength in the battle with the Japanese Zero fighter, and the Americans relied on the parameters provided by Germany to formulate corresponding tactics, so they once made up for the disadvantage in the air battle, but today they finally saw the world's top fighter, only to know that the gap is so big。

Because the desert climate is really a huge test for the engines of fighters and tanks, the Luftwaffe has not sent its most advanced Ta-152 fighter to Africa out of consideration of the secrecy and maintenance ability of the fighter, so the American pilots today are the first time to see the pinnacle of this piston fighter, and they also know at this moment how fast and powerful the German fighter is.

Before, they were still laughing at the Soviet pilots as a bunch of fools, even the P-40 fighters that received assistance were not able to turn the tide of the war on the Eastern Front, and now they realized that they had wronged their Soviet counterparts, and these German ace pilots were really like gods descending from heaven, invincible and powerful existences.

In the melee, the American fighter pilots also showed a tough side, they had more will to fight and the ability to fight than the shooters on the bombers, at least in this case, several American fighters still achieved results, shooting down several German planes. The degree of cooperation between them is very different from that of the pilots that the Germans have encountered before, at least they now have the level of British pilots when they were in the skies over London, and the fighters in their hands are much more advanced than the British Hurricanes.

Just as the American aircraft formation began to despair and was on the verge of collapse, a huge formation of planes appeared on the other side of the sky, at least hundreds of planes appeared at the height of the clouds, and these planes were not German equipment at a glance.

The huge wings were painted with red five-pointed stars, and the escort fighters were all P-40s, also green with red five-pointed stars, and these planes belonged to the Soviet Air Force, which was the slower Soviet bomber formation to carry out the second wave of bombing.

"Looks like we're destined to fill in some more of our own achievements today!" Hartman piloted his plane, bypassing a burning B-17 bomber that was falling and burning, and gently pulled the control stick, allowing the plane to once again rush towards the incoming enemy formation.

And this time he was no longer weak, because behind him, a full 50 German fighters followed. They were ordered to defend those oil equipment not far behind them, so at least in the sky, at least here, if they wanted to fly over the area controlled by the Luftwaffe, they would have to pay a heavy price!

"Didn't you say that the Americans were inevitably attracting the main force of the Luftwaffe? How could there be so many German fighters here?" The commander of a Soviet fighter looked at the burning sky in the distance, watched the huge B-17 bomber burn and drag the billowing smoke down from the sky, and frowned and asked, but obviously no one could answer this question clearly, and it was impossible for them to turn around and flee back to the Soviet side.

"Avoid American fighters and bombers, everyone is ready for battle! We passed through the war zone from the other direction, we had a different radio channel than the Americans, and no one spoke English...... No way to get in touch. He gave the order to fight, and then he saw several German planes swooping down from the sky, kicking off a new battle here.

"Long live the Motherland! Long live Comrade Stalin! For the sake of the Motherland! Face the battle!" Piloting the P-40 fighters, the Soviet pilots were also carefully selected elites, and at least they still had the courage to fight the German fighters head-on, but when they saw a black tulip painted on the nose of the oncoming German fighters, they immediately subconsciously made dodging moves.

American pilots may not know such a guy yet, and even if they think the other side is powerful, they can continue to fight. However, the Soviet pilots knew what the black tulips represented on the Eastern Front, and then again, many of the Soviet pilots who were able to participate in the exhibition became elite pilots because they escaped death from the hands of this aircraft.

Only those who have fought with him can know how powerful this plane is, and only when it bites its tail with incredible movements and then breaks it to pieces. So, naturally, the channel of the Soviet fighter did not know who it was, and let out an exclamation: "Oh my God! It's the Black Death!"

Although for a moment, the Soviet pilots had an urge to turn and flee, but they quickly crawled out of their fear, after all, they were told the importance of this operation when they came, and the instructions given by their superiors were very clear: "Only success, no failure!" If they fled back like this, not only would they be held responsible, but even their relatives might be sentenced to Siberia - in short, the Soviet Union now likes to send people to that place.

Obviously, for those who had seen their companions captured by law enforcement teams, that fear was not much different from facing death, so the Soviet fighter pilots mustered up courage, took control of their planes, raised their noses, and rushed in the direction of the German fighters.

Before they had time to rest, the second large-scale air battle began! And the dozens of American bombers left were pleasantly surprised to find that they could already see the chimneys and factories on the horizon with billowing smoke.