Long before the German ground forces entered the territory of Poland, the Luftwaffe aircraft had penetrated hundreds of kilometers into the territory of Poland. More than a dozen fighter formations were responsible for fighting for air supremacy over the entire border, and dozens of bomber formations flew to their respective targets in accordance with the tasks assigned in advance.

Adolf Garand flew above the clouds in his beloved latest FW-190D, and he and his wingman were tasked with clearing the airspace of all Polish planes taking off. It's a pity that he hasn't waited for what he's looking for.

Directly below him was the only Polish military airfield in the area, which was being attacked by 10 Stuka dive bombers, the whole airfield was shrouded in a sea of fire, and the smoke had even affected the view, but the frenzied attack pilots were still diving and strafing whatever target they could see - they wanted to tilt all the ammunition in order to achieve greater results.

A row of Polish fighters on the ground had been completely destroyed, and a pile of wreckage was paralyzed on the runway like a dove that had been crushed. The already small anti-aircraft fire around the airport had been completely suppressed by the 20 mm cannons equipped with Stuka, as evidenced by the corpses piled up around the two poor anti-aircraft guns.

"Long plane, long plane, under the clouds! See, there are two planes on one wing! Obviously not ours!" said the wingman's voice over the intercom, accompanied by the sound of radio interference.

"Wingman, I'll go down and clean them up! Keep your guard up!" Garland pushed the joystick, and his plane immediately rushed down.

The FW-190D is available to the Air Force with two types of engines, one is a specially designed interceptor model, equipped with an improved liquid-cooled engine, which can embody incomparable performance at high altitudes, and the other is an air-cooled engine model, which is similar to the aircraft used in the Navy, and is a mass production model used for low-altitude combat.

As a squadron leader, Garand's fighter is a specially modified liquid-cooled model, which is powerful at high altitudes, and slightly bulky at low altitudes, but still has a very strong speed advantage.

"Wingman, pay attention to your surroundings!I'm already in the attack position!" Garand aimed at a Polish fighter that was swaying from side to side trying to escape, and calmly dived into the tail of the enemy plane, and then pulled the trigger.

The fuselage of the FW-190D fighter fluttered slightly, the guns in the nose sprayed tongues of fire, tracer bullets poured into the fuselage of the Polish plane with ordinary ammunition, and it took only two seconds for the plane to be beaten into a part state, and Garand's plane flew sideways, passing past the smoke-whirling plane, and directly biting the tail of another Polish fighter.

The plane circled around and tried to shake off Garand's plane, but helplessly found that even the German fighter who had turned around after a long circle because of his speed was still biting his tail.

Without giving an opponent of this level any chance, Garand's plane opened fire again, the bullet directly penetrated the fuselage of the Polish plane, passed through the cockpit, knocked the pilot's internal organs into a sieve and burrowed into the engine in front, and the whole plane fell in smoke and exploded into a brilliant spark before it reached the ground.

"Captain, when you go back, you can fill in two more records for your landline. The wingman smiled on the intercom: "Oh my God, 19 fighters! You are a Luftwaffe hero!"

"Protect my tail! The next time the company commander gives out the medal, I'll let you go and help me get it back!" Garland laughed loudly: "I'm pulling up and climbing, you pay attention to your surroundings to see if there are any enemy planes appearing." ”

"No enemy planes appeared! If the Polish Air Force is of this level, then next time we might as well say that rabbits have appeared!" The wingman said proudly: "To be honest! ”

During the hour, the Polish Air Force showed their courage when, despite the fact that it had been proven that the gap was too large, only 3 of these fighters took off for interception missions, and 7 pilots survived the parachute jump. Of the 150 Luftwaffe fighters that day, 67 had their results - and four more were shot down by Stuka and Do-217 bombers......

However, the Luftwaffe, which lacked experience in large-scale battles, also made all kinds of mistakes in these few hours, almost one-fifth of the bombers flew in the wrong direction, and the targets they were supposed to bomb were unharmed, and there were records of nervous bomber pilots firing at their escort fighters, although they did not cause any losses, but they did expose many problems.

In the sky, a bomber formation of more than 30 DO-217 bombers was trying to check their targets. They were under the clouds, and the black pressure looked spectacular.

One bombardier looked helplessly at the aerial map in his hand: "Pilot! I can't find any topographic checkpoints that I can compare! This is not the area we are bombing! We didn't even fly to the edge of that area." ”

"The navigation plane flew by mistake! I said it a long time ago! Half an hour ago, we could no longer find the reference provided by the reconnaissance plane!" The radio controller of the plane complained: "There is not even anti-aircraft fire, and this is not a military target at all! What should we do now?"

"How do I know what to do? Those idiots in the 29th Flying Squadron took our flight path, and I said I can't let it, I can't let it, and as a result, as soon as you give way, something will happen!" said the machine gunner at the pilot's feet, "who knows what to do now." ”

"This is the BH2 formation! This is the BH2 formation! We have not found the intended target! Request to return! Request to return!" The voice of the captain of the navigation plane came from the headset.

"This is the tower, I can't confirm your location! There are planes returning from the route at the moment! If you have enough fuel, just wait a while. Inside the headset, the voice of the ground command station came.

The captain of the navigation plane had no choice but to nod helplessly in agreement: "Tower, I am going to continue flying westward for 5 minutes, and the flight formation will attack any hostile targets found." Then we'll go back!"

"The tower approves your request!Please record the route and keep the intercom open!Pay attention to your direction!" The tower's voice sounded again in the headset, and only the hiss of electricity remained.

"This is the navigator! Follow me to the course! I can see a railroad track underneath! We fly along the railroad tracks, and we should be able to find the station. The captain of the pilot aircraft made another all-hands call.

"Plane 1 understands! We see the rails!" replied the plane behind it.

"Plane No. 2 is flying with you! Shall we drop two bombs?"

"Good idea, three, four! you descend and drop four bombs each! destroy the railway. "The commander of the bomber group gave the order to attack.

Two bombers opened the bomb bay and began to descend in altitude.

"Bomb dropped!"

"This is Bomber 17, I'm the last plane, and I'm seeing the bullets! The whole track is flying! Well done!" said the pilot of one of the bombers flying at the back.

"Keep course! I see the town! The train station is in the town! Attention all planes! Machine gunners are in place! We may encounter anti-aircraft fire and Polish fighters! Bomber group first level alert. The commander commanded loudly over the intercom.

After issuing the order to be on guard, he notified the pilot plane: "Pilot plane! Pilot plane! Use the battlefield channel to contact the fighters in the nearby airspace and inform them to carry out escort missions! In addition, please refrain from attacking friendly forces!"

"The pilot understands!" replied through the headset.

"Boom! Boom!" Apparently a bomber formation was spotted on the ground, and they began to return fire with anti-aircraft guns and other weapons, but it seemed that the accuracy seemed to be a little poor, and the bombing preparations of the entire bomber group were not even disturbed.

"Fly over the target area!" the commander's long plane issued an attack order: "Open the bomb bay!"

"No. 1 starts dropping bombs!" "No. 2 starts dropping bombs!" "No. 3 drops bombs!"

One bomb after another was dropped out of the plane by the bomber, and the bombardier watched the bombs fall and shouted: "I see the Poles! There are a lot of them!"

"Soon there won't be so many of them!" said the other bombardier, laughing.

With his words, the bombs dropped on the ground finally collided with their targets, and instantly exploded with a thousand times more energy, igniting a fire and sending sand and gravel to splash away, forming one gray flower after another.

"Turn! Adjust the flight altitude! Let's attack again! Repeat! Let's attack again! Drop all the bombs! Let's go back!" ......

On the ground, in a small town a few kilometers away, Wren put down the telescope in his hand and looked at the group of bombers returning home: "Our bombers, it seems that they have just attacked the division headquarters of the Polish troops, let's drive over at this time and take advantage of the chaos to kill this headquarters!"

Carter nodded, "Let's go!" The tank under him spewed out a puff of black smoke, trembled a few times, and then drove forward. Wren's tanks also started and followed. Behind him, Tank No. 112 also started, and in their car sat seven Panzergrenadiers who had been separated to attack with them.

In the town not far behind them, two Leopard tanks hid behind the grass, forming a defensive position with five soldiers and an armored personnel carrier, waiting for friendly forces behind them to catch up - on the other side of the town, eight German soldiers were guarding a full 134 Polish prisoners.