"Keep each other covered!Don't panic!" the German pilot's headset repeated the dull phrase as the battle had just begun...... For these bombers, the real mission is just beginning!

These bombers now have no fighter escort, and their method of dealing with the enemy is very simple, relying only on the large number of self-defense weapons carried on the planes, which cover almost every corner.

In addition to these weapons, the only thing they can rely on is a complex but very effective formation. Give your weak points to your teammates in cover and face your enemies with your strongest points!

Now they are far from home, in the enemy's land. Once shot down, an endless life of POWs awaits them. No one wants to be captured, let alone the freest warriors who soar in the sky all year round?

"Fire!Fire!Shoot down those damn British planes!They're too fast!I can't aim!The turret on the belly of the plane!On your left, I'll give it to you!" In the gun turret on her back, a female soldier controlled her twin guns to fire fiercely, while loudly calling the gun turret under the belly with the radio in the plane, the enemy plane was too fast, so that she could not effectively suppress the opponent.

What's even more terrifying is that the guns of this British aircraft are concentrated near the nose of the nose, which makes it easier for pilots to aim at their opponents and concentrate their firepower. In just a few minutes, the British jet fighters that appeared in the combat zone without warning did inflict a lot of damage on the German bombers.

This is already the fifth German bomber shot down by a jet fighter, watching their comrades drag a long smoke to the ground, everyone's hearts are very uncomfortable, the enemy has no intention of leaving, obviously their ammunition and fuel are very sufficient, and they can entangle with German bombers for a long time.

The female soldier under the belly of the plane looked a little thin, but her face still looked charming, at least she could be considered a beautiful girl, and this kind of girl didn't seem to be supposed to appear on such a battlefield full of bullets. It's a pity that this is a war, a war in which everything is done, so she joined the army and swore an oath to fight to the end for the Führer.

She desperately turned the turret and aimed the two 30mm guns at her left side, and then she saw a new British fighter plane swooping down, the roar of the engine that was hard to forget once you heard it. She slammed the trigger in her hand, and the two cannons trembled, spewing dazzling tongues of fire one after the other.

The shells flew into the fuselage and wings of the enemy plane, and the opposing pilots did not seem to expect to be hit by the shells, and concentrated on controlling the plane. Unfortunately, he soon discovered that the plane was out of his basic control, because he was piloting the plane, and one of the wings with engines and half of the tail had been blown to pieces by German cannons.

"I hit it! I hit it!" the beautiful female soldier got carried away and screamed loudly, and the unique voice of the female soldier echoed in everyone's headphones, and the news made everyone excited, after all, it proved that the opponent is not invincible.

James felt that the engineers and designers of the British Empire should be deserved a medal for the weapons of war they had developed, where they had developed a striking blow at the invading German bombers. In just ten minutes of fighting, more than a dozen German bombers were sunk, which was many times stronger than the P-40 fighter unit he led just now.

They fought desperately to knock out two enemy planes, and as a result, they paid the price of 13 planes. But when these Meteor jets arrived, they simply scored a 10-0 record. James knew how powerful the enemy was on the other side, and that was why he held his allies in high esteem! He even felt an inexplicable sense of pride in his heart that the Americans' equipment was not as good as the British's own equipment!

Unfortunately, during this period of engagement, the Germans were slowly adapting to the speed and attack methods of the enemy aircraft, and they began to strengthen their coordination, increasing the density of fire above to disrupt their formation as much as possible with these high-speed British fighters.

And during this time, the Germans were not without achievements, they shot down two British P-40 fighters, which can be regarded as barely maintaining the current situation. But everything changed from the time this meteor was shot down, and the British seemed to have lost all their superiority at this moment.

When James led the remaining four fighters into the battle circle again, he saw the moment when a Meteor fighter was destroyed: first, a cannonball hit the thin wing of the Meteor fighter, and then the poor plane disintegrated in the air due to its excessive speed and the powerful tearing force of the engine.

It was as if a blank piece of paper had been torn apart by a dozen people from all directions at the same time, and the Meteor fighter was also hovering and scattering in the air, spinning and falling to the ground like a ball of fireworks. He flew the plane like a demented and watched the meteor disappear like a meteor, not realizing that his wingman had been smashed into a sieve by the dense German fire.

"Captain, watch your back!Captain, Captain James!" a desperate cry in the headset pulled James back to reality from his stupor. He hurriedly pushed his airplane control stick to the side, hurriedly changing the trajectory of his plane.

Then he felt his plane tremble suddenly, which meant that the plane he was piloting had been hit by a German shell! Frightened, he quickly touched his chest and found that nothing had penetrated his fragile body.

But this was not necessarily good news, as he felt that his plane was losing control and was falling from more than 9,000 meters. This is no fun thing, he must find a chance to skydive, otherwise he will die in the air due to lack of oxygen and cold.

After a dimly hovering motion, he finally found his sense of direction. The German planes were right above his head, and poor him, after such a violent toss, had not even had time to get out of the firing range of the German bomber group.

Time is sometimes unfair, because happy times are always short-lived, and when disaster strikes, it is too long. James managed to get control of his plane and let the damn thing do as neatly as he could, so that he could parachute later. However, when he had finished his efforts, he looked up and saw another Meteor fighter shot down by the Germans.

The sheer disparity in numbers brought the battle between the two sides back to the same starting point, and after a short period of overwhelm, the German bombers began to systematically and systematically organize collective defense to interfere with the dive attacks of the Meteor fighters.

This tactic was very effective, because the German shooters were trained with faster German fighters during the exercise. In terms of speed, the British Meteor was nothing more than about the same as the Ta-152 fighter, and it did not surprise the Luftwaffe bomber units that had seen the world too much.

At this time, another plague entangled the British Royal Air Force, led by the relatively early production of the Meteor fighter in the cabin, and the red overheating alarm suddenly sounded. The plane's engine failed, and the mournful sirens made the Royal Air Force colonel, who had flown the plane sitting inside, frown.

He hurried out of the fight, but time didn't give him much of a chance, and suddenly the hanging engine compartment on the wing of his plane exploded, and the debris swept into his cockpit, knocking countless holes in his legs and waist.

The unreliable technology that was barely put on the horse, in this high-intensity air battle, finally revealed inherent problems, which were not caused by engineers and scientists, but were limited by the instability of the production process, as well as the defects or minor problems of the machine itself.

In any case, the Germans had been suppressing their own jet engines and their derivatives of jet fighter jets, while the British had thrown themselves into the race to turn the tide early on.

The test pilot colonel finally paid the price for his persistence, and he knew that it was impossible for him to return to the ground safely. The plane has already lost some control, and if it holds on for a few more seconds, it may lose even the rest of it. So he adjusted his plane, braving a hail of bullets and pointing his nose at a German bomber.

Controlling the plane with difficulty, allowing himself to crash headlong into the enemy, this was his last consciousness. The blood loss made his mind dizzy and his hands and feet began to lose control...... Unfortunately, the heavens did not leave the poor and persistent man with no chance of his death, and his plane deviated from course and was smashed to pieces in the air by a dense row of cannons.

Watching the Meteor fighter with the British Air Force bullseye logo and the bright red nose explode into a cloud of flames in the air, James felt bitterness fill his mouth. He was unwilling to admit that the British-dominated world had dispersed, that his homeland had been defeated.

He watched as the huge planes opened the bomb bays under the belly, saw the bombs stacked neatly, and it wasn't until he saw the altimeter on the dashboard on the shaking plane that it was 3000, and he pushed open his hatch and jumped out of his plane.

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