"Vistrous Bee 22 found the target! The Venomous Bee 22 found the target! There are so many of them!" In the headset, the pilot of a German jet fighter reminded his companion loudly that the German fighter could fly higher and more easily detect the enemy in front of him.

"Straight ahead! about 11 o'clock downward!I've seen them!" The German pilot, codenamed Poison Bee 20, flew his plane, keeping a distance from friendly aircraft, and shouted loudly: "About 200!

With more and more reminders, the German fighter unit began to prepare for the attack formation, and the American pilots on the opposite side also saw the arrival of the German fighter unit: "My God! Their planes seem to have more than ours!"

In total, Germany flew more than 80 jet fighters, which were followed by about 220 other models of various fighters: including the Ta-152 and the liquid-cooled high-altitude interceptor version of the FW-190D. So if you count the number of all German fighters, they are almost on par with the 420 aircraft of the United States.

"Be careful! Be careful! The Luftwaffe has a rocket that can be fired at a long distance and disrupt our formation! Take care of the dodge! Then quickly return to formation and cover each other!" The Allied commander reminded his allies of the strange weapons of the Germans while piloting his own B-17 bomber.

Sure enough, as soon as his words fell, Germany's jet fighter unit relied on its superiority in flight altitude to drop all the large-caliber rockets mounted on the American bomber formation. These rockets rushed towards the American planes in a white trajectory in the sky, causing panic in the American bomber group in an instant.

"Dodge, dodge!" For a while, the headphones of the US bomber group and the fighter unit shouted in shock. These intensively fired rockets did their proper role -- breaking up the formation of the American bomber formation and creating an opportunity for the German fighters to charge and kill.

German fighter pilots, piloting their own ME-239 fighters, made a sharp dive, increasing their speed to an astonishing level. His fighter jet almost chased the rockets he fired, and within seconds he burst into the American bomber group.

He adjusted the nose of his fuselage, pressed the crosshair for aiming on the fuselage of an American bomber, and then calmly pulled the trigger for firing, allowing the 30 mm caliber gun in the nose to fire fiercely at the target, spitting dazzling tongues of fire. The shells of the large-caliber aircraft guns flew into the fuselage of the American plane in a straight line, and he made a sideways motion immediately after him, avoiding the enemy plane that might collide.

For a moment, as if in slow motion, he saw through the curved glass above his cockpit the turret on the nose of the enemy plane he had just fired, and was trying to aim the muzzle in the direction of his dive. However, because his speed was so fast, the other party did not aim the turret at the place where he was flying in time.

Piloting the plane, rolling at unprecedented speed and breaking away from the entanglement, the German pilots once again demonstrated their overwhelming superiority in flight speed. And once their speed continues to prevail, they can continue to use a one-hit disengagement tactic in air combat.

This tactic was abandoned by Luftwaffe pilots because of the significant increase in the speed of Allied fighters. But now, the German pilots flying the ME-239 jet fighter have another chance to show off their invincible momentum in the sky.

As the first German jet fighter flew over the American bomber formation and poured shells from the large-caliber aircraft guns on both sides of the nose on the fuselage of the American bomber, the second German fighter had already rushed through the American bomber's firepower. The first American bomber that was hit had just emitted black smoke, and the turret on the back of the other American bomber was shattered to pieces by the shells of the aerial guns.

"Boom!" the huge roar of the engines resounded through the sky, and the German fighter jets shook off all the American artillery shells that tried to keep up with it with absolute speed in the sky, leaving a series of tracer shells in the clear blue sky. Piloted by the German pilots, the plane gracefully circled the sky and returned to the increasingly fierce battle group.

Easily aimed its nose at the target again, then accelerated to dive close to the hapless wretched creature and opened fire violently to tear apart the opponent - the Luftwaffe, which had thrown in the jet fighters, regained its sense of killing, and scattered the American bomber group and ravaged it wantonly.

At this time, the first American B-17 bomber to be hit was finally overwhelmed and shattered in the sky, and the wing broke like a machete, directly cutting off the wing tips of another American bomber. In the distant sky, one B-17 bomber after another exploded and crashed off the coast of Norway.

Because of the absolute superiority in quality, because of the different levels of combat power of both sides, this battle was destined to be a massacre from the very beginning, a one-sided and calm killing by the Luftwaffe. The German pilots tore back and forth the formation of American bombers, and in just a few minutes, they wiped out more than 50 American bomber formations.

"Suddenly, suddenly!" the American shooter with the machine gun in control tried to aim his weapon at the ghostly targets, and he tried many times until his plane was hit, his comrades were knocked out of the cabin, and he failed to hit any German targets.

He pressed the intercom and yelled at the cockpit as if to vent his fear: "Their plane is too fast! I can't even aim at it! Find a way to get out of here! Get out of this damn place!"

"The Germans' new planes! Their wings are tilted backwards! My God! Their speed is almost 1,000 kilometers per hour!" Not knowing the actual speed of the German fighters, the American pilots exaggerated their opponents as much as possible. They need to give some valuable information back to their homeland, because it is likely that they will all be buried in this damn place today.

"Damn! The Germans' new plane hit me!Request to return! Request to return!" Inside the headset, the pilot of the unknown plane let out a wailing howl. He shouted hysterically, with desperate fear, a cry that infected every Allied pilot and made everyone's hearts even more uneasy.

Although the US fighter jets have joined the battle, it is obvious that these two-body long-range fighters, which can barely deal with the ME-109C fighter, have no way to fight the German ME-239 jet fighter. These American fighters even ran within range of the bombers, seeking refuge from the bombers.

The battle was already doomed from the start, and the only thing that remained was how long the Allied pilots would be able to hold out. When the Ta-152 fighters joined the killing feast, the Allied bomber formation ignored the order, temporarily abandoned the attack plan, and began to return to flee the combat area.

Bomber after bomber crashed into the sea, and P-41 fighter jet after P-41 exploded in the air. When they came, there were 420 planes of various types, and when they turned around and fled, only a pitiful half was left. The German pilots apparently had no intention of letting the other side go, and they drove their planes and chased them all the way until they ran out of fuel and were forced to return.

"Fire! Don't give these Allied planes a chance to leave! Attack!" Unlike the sighs and sighs in the headphones of the American pilots, the German pilots' headphones were full of such shouts. This battle with the same record is unavoidable, and no one knows when they will have to wait until they want to get such military feats.

As a result, most of these poor American pilots were shot down, and only a few were rescued by German ships and sent to concentration camps where they worked until the end of the war. Most of the pilots died at sea or disappeared into the world with the explosion of their planes. In the end, only 54 B-17 bombers returned to Iceland, and none of the P-40 fighters returned to Iceland because they were panicked and covered by the rear of the palace.

The second air raid on Norway, which Roosevelt personally planned, ended in a fiasco that could not have been more miserable. The general of the US Army Aviation did not hesitate any longer and ordered the transfer back of all the remaining planes over Iceland. Then the senior officers wrote a report to President Roosevelt, who was already having difficulty speaking.

"Sir!sir!" a young army officer asked in a low voice, looking at Roosevelt's attendant with a folder in his hand, "The news just came that the plan to attack Norway had completely failed, and only about one-tenth of the planes returned to Iceland, and they were beaten back without even seeing the Norwegian coastline. ”

"Got it. The waiter glanced at the young officer, thinking that the other party also knew that if Roosevelt knew about the matter, it might make Roosevelt smoke directly because of mood swings, so he sent a hairy boy over.

"Mr. President can't approve any documents right now, that's what the doctor ordered. Seeing that the officer put down the document, the attendant's hand pressed on the report of the Navy's heavy losses, which had not yet been presented to Roosevelt, and said: "Any news or document must be approved until the president's condition is stable." ”