"We've found the airport! They're taking off!" said one of the pilots, reporting his findings over a walkover.

"Haaland, you are protecting us from above. We started attacking. "An Air Force commander assigns tasks on a two-seater command Stuka bomber.

"There's no problem on the fighter's side, you can start attacking. Four fighters will follow your formation, and the rest will climb with me in search of targets. Haaland's voice came through the headphones.

Soon, most of the FW-190 fighters began to climb, and the Stuka dive bombers began to dive. An FW-190 fighter with a yellow identification symbol painted on the nose and a cute Mickey Mouse pattern painted underneath the cockpit stands out in the sun.

"Maintain formation, divide into four-finger battle formations, cover each other, and guard the entire airspace. "As he climbed, Haaland assigned the task. The German pilots, who had already become elite in a hundred battles, quickly completed the adjustment maneuvers, and soon they were flying to the height of the clouds, the planes humming with the sound of their engines, and the climb was both skillful and murderous.

Today's weather was very clear, almost cloudless, which was a tailor-made day for the Luftwaffe. They like to spot their opponents from a long distance and then calmly dive to attack, using their super speed and good high-speed fighting ability to disintegrate their opponents in an instant.

"Number 07, your formation is in charge of the airspace on the left. Number 09, to the right of your formation. Haaland changed the plane to level flight, and then looked into the distance: "Wingman, you follow me, responsible for the most dangerous place in front of you." ”

"07 understood!" "09 understood!" "Wingman obeys!"

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Low at altitude, Stuka bombers have already begun to attack the airfields of the Belgian Air Force. At the height of the clouds, one after another Stuka dive bombers circled down, as if they had found vultures for food.

The anti-aircraft gun positions around the airfield finally realized their danger and began a chaotic return fire, and Stuka swooped down under fire, making the peculiar sound of the terrible wings cutting through the airflow. One bomb after the other was dropped, hitting the anti-aircraft gun positions that had opened fire. For a time, there was smoke from explosions everywhere, and cries and orders were chaotic.

Amid the deafening roar of the engines, the pilots of the French Air Force checked the instruments one last time. The ground crew was standing in front of them waving their hands and signaling them to take off quickly, so the pilot struggled to start the plane, adjusted the radio station to channel 4, and waited for the command post to talk.

"Fighter No. 02, communication channel 4, command: direction 150, angle of climb 25 degrees, please answer when you hear it. The anxious confirmation of the ground tower was heard in the headset, and the surrounding anti-aircraft gun positions had been fired, but then they were killed by the surrounding German planes. The bombs dropped by these planes were very accurate and did not appear to be panicked by the return fire of the anti-aircraft guns.

On the radio, the commander of the French air force stationed in Belgium was frantically ordering his plane to take off. But looking at the dense Luftwaffe planes in the sky, he knew that this dying struggle seemed to have little effect. But always give it a try, otherwise the hundreds of fighters and bombers parked here will be destroyed. At the thought that this discouraging result might change the outcome of the entire local battle, the French air force commander felt a cold sweat break out in his palms.

"Here is the 02 fighter, communication channel 4, direction 150, angle of climb 25. The French pilot replied mechanically.

Holding the radio intercom, the voice of the ground tower can even hear a trembling feeling: "Understood! The wind speed is normal, the runway is cleared, and it can take off at any time." Hurry up!"

"Understood. I'm taking off!" replied the pilot as he drove the plane to accelerate.

"Good luck to you. The tower finally spoke.

The French fighters began to glide slowly down the runway, but at this time a German Stuka swooped down in a hail of bullets, and everyone saw that the huge bomb hanging from the belly of the Stuka was thrown out of the fuselage by the projectile rod, and several small bombs under the wings left the plane at about the same time.

"Boom!" After a loud bang, a huge crater more than ten meters in diameter was blown out of the runway of the airport, and the French fighter plane that wanted to take off was overturned on the ground because of the huge blast wave, the engine was emitting black smoke, and the wheels under the wings were still turning weakly.

The French ground crew on the ground hurriedly ran over to rescue the pilot, but found that the entire flight cockpit had been crushed by the weight of the plane itself, and the glass was full of blood. Before they could get close to the plane, the black smoke of the plane's engine burst into flames, and everyone had to retreat to avoid the fuel explosion in the plane and cause secondary damage.

Above the sky, the German planes that had successfully attacked made a somersault in the sky and flew away, leaving a group of French pilots helplessly looking up at the sky.

"Keep dropping bombs! Destroy those hangars. The commander of the German Stuka bomber group simply marked the map with a simple mark on the map, indicating the location of a destroyed airfield, and then went on to order: "Planes without bombs, shoot all worthy targets with cannons." You're welcome. ”

"Understood!" some of the pilots replied loudly in the headphones.

With this answer, some of the bombers that had pulled up and regained altitude dived down again, and began to fire heavily at some anti-aircraft gun positions and high-value targets such as oil depots. The roar of the engine was like the howl of the devil, which terrified the French and Belgian defenders on the ground.

Soon two more French planes were ready to take off, and this time they were much smarter, taking advantage of the smoke from the hit planes and equipment, in an attempt to sneak off from the German planes.

However, their luck was not good, and they were taxiing for takeoff when they collided with the second Postuca dive bomber that was diving. The three Stukas flipped from the sky with a strange scream, and once again dropped their bombs precisely where they needed to attack, and the two planes were directly hit by the bombs, turning into a sea of fire. The fragments formed by the tragic explosion even hit the fuselage of the German Stuka bomber, making a slight clang.

"Don't let the pilots take off anymore! It's too late! Take them to shelter in bunkers!" From the control tower, the judge ordered loudly: "Call the surrounding airfields and remind them that we are under heavy attack by the Luftwaffe!"

"Evacuate people......!" another officer sweated profusely.

Beside him, a non-commissioned officer who was answering the phone had a desperate expression on his face: "Hey, this is the airport? What? Your airport over there has also been attacked? Louder! Hey?"

As soon as he dropped the phone, the other one rang again, and he had to pick up the other receiver: "What? You need air support? I'm sorry! There can't be any support! Rely on yourself." ”

But on the invisible roof of the tower, a thousand meters in the sky, three Stuka bombers, one after the other, began to slide sideways, into their ideal attack position.

The 20 mm cannons on the wings of the two Stuka jets of fire spurted tongues of fire, tracer shells cut a dazzling path of light in broad daylight, and flew towards the hapless targets on the ground. A plane parked next to the conning tower was hit by a cannon and instantly broke apart and paralyzed there.

A tanker truck was hit by a machine gun, and a fire broke out in an instant, and the fuel inside burst open, emitting dark smoke. A dozen French ground crews turned into burning fire men, writhing in a twist of pain. And around them, their companions, who want to rescue them, are helpless.

As soon as the pilot of the Stuka bomber in charge of the main attack pushed the control stick, the plane began to dive down, and in front of his plane, the two Stuka who were responsible for cover had already begun to pull up. He adjusted the joystick slightly, and aimed the nose of the plane at the airport control tower that wanted to attack.

Adjusting again, on the instrument panel in the cabin in front of him, a reticle in the center of an optical sight was aimed at the target, and the huge dive made his whole body seem to be pressed against his seat, but he was still focused, ignoring the shells and bullets that grazed his plane around him.

Suddenly, he pressed the switch and dropped the bombshell, and the plane shuddered slightly, but it seemed to be faster, and the reaction of the joystick was suddenly more sensitive. He knew that the bomb had left the plane and was heading towards its target. So he pulled the joystick suddenly, and the speed of the whole plane suddenly slowed down, and his whole body was pushed against the seat belt by the huge inertia, and the internal organs squeezed his stomach, but this feeling was very enjoyable for him.

So he shouted and pulled up the plane, and his plane responded to him with the most sensitive sense of control, and after suddenly reducing its speed, the plane began to raise its head rapidly, and the rushing earth began to extend into the distance, and then the sky that seemed to have been invisible for a long time appeared in front of him again.

The bomb accurately hit the control tower, and the explosion instantly destroyed the building, and everyone inside was not spared, and was torn to pieces in an instant. With the explosion and collapse of this tower, the smoke rising from the entire airport became even denser. One plane after another exploded and burned on the ground, and the airfield, like dozens of other French front-line airfields, was completely destroyed by the Luftwaffe.

High in the air, looking at the smoke-filled airport below, Haaland snorted. Then look at the sky ahead, where a dozen small black dots are rapidly approaching.

"Guys! Haaland's plane had already begun to accelerate: "Let the French remember that even if they fly, they have to be beaten down." ”

Behind his plane, the wingman accelerated. Then the third FW-190, the fourth, the fifth......