Just as Catherine was vowing to ensure the absolute safety of the Romanian oil fields, the Americans' lateral sneak attack force had already flown over the Crimean Peninsula and was about to enter Romanian territory, and they were becoming more and more confident in this attack, as they were getting closer and closer to their target.

But no one in this force noticed that in the high altitude not far above them, two German fighters had quietly approached this huge American bomber force. The two planes were Germany's most advanced Ta-152 fighters, with a black tulip drawn on the nose of the long plane.

In fact, after the last time the German strategic bomber force bombed the Crimean Peninsula as an escort force, Hartmann's squadron has been stationed nearby to rest, and this airspace has been temporarily assigned to this squadron to be responsible for guarding. Although the Soviet planes on the Crimean Peninsula had been almost wiped out because it was not the main airspace, and their squadron was not supported by high-powered warning radars, routine patrols over the battlefield were still necessary every day. And it just so happened that the two planes on patrol duty on this day were a bit big.

"Hartman, are you really planning to attack now? In fact, the fighter units at the forward base have already taken off, and they will be coming soon, so we can wait for them to come together and launch an attack, so it's safer. "The pilot on the wingman is none other than Hartman's squadron leader, and he is a skilled driver and a very cautious person in handling problems.

"I want to try!" Hartman's voice came from the headphones, with a hint of solemnity, and the squadron leader certainly knew why Hartmann wanted to attack the huge enemy aircraft formation alone, because he had not been very friendly to the large bomber formation since that escort mission to bomb the Crimean Peninsula.

For Hartmann, who advocates free flight and uses grace and perfect maneuvering to shoot down opponents, the dense flight state of the bomber formation has no beauty, and even a little more thick texture. This upended Hartman's understanding of the word flying from the other extreme, making him restless, so he was eager to prove that his flight was the most perfect and powerful flight, and the best proof for him was to challenge a bomber formation.

"There are a lot of enemy escort fighters, and there will be no good way for us to rush in. Try it out for peripheral interference flights. Turn on the fuel boost and let them know we're coming. "The squadron leader has always been very supportive of Hartman's opinion, he is a squadron leader of a flying squadron in his position, but once he takes off, he always puts himself in the position of wingman pilot, so Hartman is also used to having such a squadron leader's wingman, and the two of them have also created a terrifying record of shooting down a hundred times their own number.

"Okay! I'm starting to dive!" Hartman didn't hesitate at all, he gently pushed his aircraft control stick, the long nose of the nimble Ta-152 fighter began to lower slightly, the flaps on the slender wings also adjusted to a subtle angle, the extremely powerful piston engine began to make a pleasant roar, the speed of the plane gradually increased, and a violent push back feeling pressed Hartmann firmly on the back of the seat.

The Ta-152 began to accelerate in a dive, and the plane's speedometer showed that it was now flying at a speed close to 690 kilometers per hour, a speed that was still the patent of the Luftwaffe, and few aircraft in the world could fly above this terrible number. What's more, this speed is not the limit of this aircraft, it is still accelerating, accelerating.

When the distance was close enough, the fighters of the alert escort formation on the periphery of the American bomber formation immediately spotted the two German fighters spraying light blue gas slightly behind them, but their reaction was obviously half a beat slower, after all, in the impression of the American pilot, there was no aircraft that could fly faster than the two German planes in front of them.

"Hey, oh my God! those two German planes are too fast!" exclaimed the pilot of an American P-40 fighter jet in surprise as he looked at the two approaching German fighters in the distance.

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! Don't let them get close to the bomber formation! Enemy planes are coming! Prepare for battle!" Obviously, the commander of the American escort fighter formation was not in the mood to observe the performance of the German fighters in detail, and he was more concerned with how to prevent the other side from approaching the bomber group he was protecting, and how to use his own numerical superiority to take out the opponent.

Soon more than a dozen American planes adjusted their flight posture and seemed to be preparing to break out of formation to prevent the German fighters from approaching their own flight formation, but they obviously still underestimated the performance advantage of the German aircraft, and before they could get ready, the opposing fighters had already closed the distance to a sufficient distance.

"Taste this!" Hartmann didn't save any face for the opposing fighters, relying on the advantage of the range of the 30 mm cannon in the nose, he fired a three-point shot at the huge bomber at a very long distance.

Just as everyone was looking at them in amazement, three cannon shells flew towards a B-17 bomber in a formation in an almost straight trajectory, and in an instant, the B-17's fuselage punched holes the size of three basketballs. Before most people could react, the two German planes had already flown away with terrible speed, flying in a graceful arc in the sky.

When the U.S. Air Force pilots saw the B-17 bomber, which had been shot out of black smoke and kept descending in altitude, they realized that the other side's air combat level did not seem to be on the same plane as them. The other party fully understands the performance of the weapon in his hand, and has almost reached the point where the person and the equipment fit perfectly, and being able to achieve the attack and disengagement at such a extreme distance can be completed in an instant, which is definitely not something that can be completed by training alone.

Of course, at this time, no American pilots have seen the whole thirteen markers representing ten integers under the cockpit glass of the German plane, and if they find themselves facing Germany's number one ace fighter pilot for the first time, I don't know if they will cry with joy and celebrate their **** luck against the sky.

For three years, for three years, the German pilots did not know why they used 7 against their opponents. In the case of 7 mm aviation machine guns, the Führer forced the engineers to stuff a 30 mm shaft gun into the plane, and when the opponents had a full 300 or even 500 rounds of ammunition, the German pilots had to be careful with the pitiful 60 rounds of artillery shells in their fighters.

But the Luftwaffe pilots persevered, they had mastered the way to save ammunition, and relied on this somewhat advanced firepower to achieve terrible results, and now this patience and incomprehension disappeared in Hartmann's mind for a moment, and this large-caliber cannon finally showed its due role at this moment, and also made Hartmann understand Accardo's painstaking efforts.

It turned out that the Führer had unconsciously and imperceptibly cultivated the Luftwaffe's ability to intercept the opponent's strategic bombers, and the original kind of formation of hundreds of strategic bombers covering the sky and the sun was not monolithic, nor was it invulnerable.

While Hartmann bypassed the American bomber formation and sang in his heart the führer's foresight, the pilots of the American escort fighters were filled with tears in their hearts. Their P-40 fighter engine enhancement was produced to deal with the Japanese Zero fighter, and the performance was generally good, but in order to deal with the nimble and fragile Zero fighter, the P-40 aircraft was armed with 6 12. The 7 mm caliber machine gun was excellent in terms of fire density and persistence, but it could not be compared with the 30 and 20 mm caliber machine guns of the Germans in terms of range and destructive power.

The damned German planes obviously knew that they were numerically inferior and that they would get into trouble if they rushed into the formation of American escort fighters, so they cautiously chose the point-fire jamming tactic of the maximum range -- this just exposed the problem of the range disadvantage of the American planes, and everyone had flown in a circle, and their side had not even had a chance to open fire.

At this time, the US Army Air Force fighter unit had not yet invented the tactic of breaking away from the escort formation and waiting in higher airspace in order to launch a secondary assault. They are still using the relatively backward escort tactics of accompanying flights, and can only launch an effective attack when the opposing fighters are relatively close to their bomber forces.

After all, the more advanced high-altitude standby tactics are effective tactics based on the superiority of the bomber group, and the speed of their own fighters and the more timely dive, if the Americans forcibly use the "secondary entry" type of independent escort formation in higher airspace to accompany the flight tactics, the only possible result is to watch the faster German planes attack the bomber formation and then fly away.

"The others maintained altitude and speed and continued to fly, the 11 fighters of the 2nd detachment and I broke away from the formation and formed a protective formation on the perimeter, the other side only had two planes, don't panic!" the commander of the Americans gave the order, and then flew out of the dense bomber formation with his own plane.

Seeing that the opposing fighters increased their flight speed and formed their own flight formation not far away, the corners of Hartman's mouth raised: "They are out of the bomber formation!" No wonder he smiled, because for him, a dozen fighters are still sheep in the eyes of wolves in terms of numbers, just prey.

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