In fact, the Germans' engines have so far not reached the level of 44 years in another time and space, and they can only rely on weight cuts to meet some of the design requirements, so the Ta-152 fighter in another time and space can carry 90 rounds of axle gun ammunition, while this plane in this time and space can only carry 60 rounds. Of course, as with most German weapons, German designers left plenty of room for future improvements.

Moreover, the nose of the Ta-152 fighter is much longer than its predecessor FW-190D fighter, so it also has the nickname of the Soviets "Long Nose 190", so the stability and muzzle velocity of the nose shaft gun of this aircraft have been significantly improved, so Hartmann can take advantage of the fact that the American pilots are not ready for a bold surprise attack at a long distance.

However, now Hartmann only has more than 30 shells in his cannon, and in the best case of shooting down an enemy plane with 5 shells, he can only kill 6 enemy planes at most, and even if you count the 20 mm wing guns, he can shoot down a dozen at most. This seems a little far from the elimination of 150 American bombers.

"I know we can't take them all! But we're going to destroy as many enemy planes as possible!" Hartman said, tilting his head and looking through the cockpit glass at the huge group of bombers in the distance.

As he spoke, he gently pushed the control stick in his hand to make the plane adjust its flight direction again, aimed the nose at the American plane group in the distance, and then looked at the American fighters that met him, and said with a smile: "As long as I am here! This is Germany's airspace! No enemy can infringe on it! Do you remember the first rule in the flight rules on the Eastern Front?"

"All planes that do not have an iron cross on their wings will be shot down!" The squadron leader was also inspired by Hartmann's sense of battle to be heroic, he smiled and followed behind Hartmann's plane, and also aimed his nose at the opponent's group: "Let's take these fighters for appetizers first! Let them know that the German pilots on the Eastern Front are the best pilots in the world!"

The roar of engines echoed in the sky, and the coastline of Romania's annexation of Ukraine could already be seen in the sight, and a short distance from it was the real Romanian territory, and it would not be long before the American bombers could see the targets they had dreamed of.

Why is racing so popular in peacetime, and why are so many rich people who have nothing to do are willing to drive cars to challenge faster speed? Because men are eager to be faster and more agile in their bones, which is a primitive and wild pursuit, a means to embody the strong will of men, and an excellent way for these energetic people to challenge life and death.

Compared to these crazy acts, flying a fighter with a cannon on board, rolling and chasing in the air at twice the speed, and then tearing the wings of the opponent and smashing their heads in the most direct way possible, is definitely something that countless madmen have dreamed of experiencing nowadays - of course, whether they have the courage to fly two planes to 200 planes is another matter.

As some black dots too small to fight back and forth in the sky, a Romanian fisherman standing on the shoreline was horrified to see the locust-like swarm of American bombers not far away, and he looked up at the sky with fear.

He had seen the German planes, so he knew that none of them were German, and he could easily distinguish the German fighters, and saw the two fighters shuttling between the American planes, looking weak and struggling. He felt that the end of his country was near, and he felt helpless.

In fact, in addition to him, there are some people who feel helpless, and their current mood is closer to despair than helplessness. By the time Hartmann challenged 200 American planes with two planes, a full 150 German fighters were already entangled with the 150 American bombers that had just entered Bulgarian territory.

The air battle here can be described as tragic compared to the air battle over the Romanian beaches, because almost every second, planes are falling from the sky with thick smoke in tow, and the roar of the engines is like two chainsaws colliding together, which makes people's eardrums feel extremely painful.

As soon as the two sides met, these German planes fired a round of dense rockets, which were as dense as raindrops, making it impossible for the American bomber formation to dodge.

As a result, one after another American bombers were hit by rockets, because the destructive power of rockets is amazing compared to the aircraft artillery, so these sturdy B-17 bombers exploded directly in the air into a brilliant flame. With the explosion and crash of these bombers, the originally neat flight formation also became unrecognizable.

Before the pilots on the American bombers could recover from the shock, the German fighters who dived down from high altitude poured a large number of shells on these bombers whose formation was already disheveled.

However, the American B-17, like the German butcher bomber, has a complete and powerful self-defense firepower, including the nose, belly, back and tail, four electric rotating turrets, and 12 on both sides of the fuselage. 7 mm caliber machine gun. These weapons protected the planes like hedgehogs, enough to take on German planes in all directions.

But it would be an exaggeration to say that these weapons can protect the aircraft completely, and the most important thing these weapons are to protect them, and they are obviously not so professional in shooting down opponents against fighters designed to hunt down opponents.

In just a few dozen minutes, about 15 German planes and 40 Allied planes crashed in the sky, almost one in a matter of seconds. The sky was littered with open parachutes, which looked like dandelions. That was proof of the parachute jump of the pilots on both sides, but apparently these people who also parachuted out were in a different mood now. The difference is that the territory under the feet of these people belongs to Bulgaria and is full of Bulgarian soldiers with swastika armbands and Mauser rifles on their backs.

If the American bomber group in the Crimean direction faced Hartman's in the end, in the end it could only rely on numbers to endure losses and continue to advance to neutralize the opponent's interception, then the American bombers in the Bulgarian direction did not have such good luck, because they also had no numerical superiority at all. When they finally found out that it was time to flee and get out of the area, all that was left was a pitiful 70 bombers.

"Turn! Get out of here! Assemble the formation! I need to keep in formation! Maintain the formation!" The commander who was at the center of the group gave the order to retreat, and they could be said to have completed their mission as bait, and there was no reason to be wiped out here in vain.

Seeing that the American bomber units began to turn and flee, the battlefield commander of the German fighter formation also gave the order to retreat: "The 20 cover planes with auxiliary fuel tanks with sufficient fuel are abandoned and continue the pursuit, and the rest of the planes will return immediately!"

This time it was the turn of the American pilots to believe their good fortune, and in addition to a small number of German fighters, the remaining 100 or so German planes began to return like them. Everyone knows that their situation is really bad now, as long as they continue to chase and kill them all the way, they will not be able to enter the territory of Turkey, and they will be completely annihilated.

However, I don't know why the Germans retreated, they did not chase after them, but let go of these dying American bombers. "God bless us, they seem to have more important ......" At this point, the commander realized why these Germans retreated, apparently the American bombers from the other direction succeeded, so they left in a hurry and rushed back to pick up the pieces.

"Great! Gentlemen! Our sneak attack on the other side may have been successful! That's why they hurried back to reinforce us! We can now say that we are safe! After evading the pursuit of these twenty enemy planes, we will be able to return home safely!" His words drew a cheer, after all, it was definitely a very comfortable thing to be able to escape in a mortal mission.

"Sir, in other words, our attack on the Romanian oil fields was successful?" a young pilot asked his boss on the intercom, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he laughed happily: "Great! It seems that our sacrifice is still worth it...... After all, we've ...... There's no going back. ”

As he finished saying this, the young pilot glanced at his plane, which had been shattered by a shell that had broken the window and smashed the dashboard, and just a few seconds earlier, several engines had stopped, and only he, the intercom, had the intercom hanging from the pilot's ear.

On the way back, the bomber fell in smoke, and after the battle that had been disengaged, it could not safely return to its airfield and crashed into the southern part of Bulgaria. With the fall of this bomber, the Americans finally determined the number of planes they could safely return to, and after a hunt and robbery by Bulgarian ground anti-aircraft guns, the Americans were finally able to return to their bases in the Middle East, with only a pitiful 44 planes.

Even so, they felt that they were on the winning side, as they assumed that the other side had succeeded, that the Romanian oil fields had in fact been destroyed, and that the Germans would soon run out of fuel to drive their terrible war machine.