"Emergency! Emergency! All fighter pilots immediately go to the standby area! Emergency! All fighter pilots immediately go to the standby area!" A shrill siren echoed in the lounge of a secret military airport in Romania.

The two pilots braged about how many enemy planes they had shot down in which battle they had shot down - and although they had been told countless times, they would still be mentioned, just as everyone at a class reunion would talk about an interesting story in a game that I don't know how many times.

Hearing the alarm, the two of them hurriedly put down the glass in their hands, although they are not allowed to get drunk when they are on duty, but in the lounge, it is no problem to drink two sips of French wine to quench their thirst and brag. The two of them rushed out of the lounge one after the other and ran briskly to the locker room not far away.

In the hallway, there were already pilots in special black leather jackets, goggles, and armed belts running to the tarmac, after all, some people were playing poker in the locker room, and they were faster enough to react.

"What the hell is going on, the ground radar has spotted the enemy plane?" While opening his locker, while loudly complaining that the opponent had disturbed their rest, although the German pilot cursed a lot of swear words in his mouth, the movements in his hands were not slow, and in just a moment, he had already taken off his regular clothes and threw them into the cabinet, and pulled out a warm jacket from it.

"I heard that the news did not come from the radar station, and when I came, the people from the radar station at the airport were also urgently gathering, and I heard that the news came from the Turkish side, saying that a large number of American planes had crossed the border. "There are well-informed people everywhere, just as there are gossip people everywhere.

"American planes?" Under normal circumstances, even if American planes come to attack Romanian oil fields, they will change their livery and logos to disguise themselves as British planes, so generally speaking, the Luftwaffe classifies such air raids as "British air raids" rather than "American air raids". However, Turkey apparently does not have this habit, and they only rely on their own eyes to tell the difference.

"I heard that none of these planes have changed their liveries, so they just flew straight to us. The well-informed German pilot had already put on his equipment and hurried outside without talking nonsense, after all, this was an emergency assembly, and everyone had to rush to the tarmac as quickly as possible to stand by.

Putting the leather jacket on his body, the pilot was stunned when he heard the other party say this, and then pouted again, and said helplessly: "I don't know if I can catch up with the fight, the last time the Americans came, but before our planes arrived at the place, the guys from the anti-aircraft artillery unit shot down the two dozen planes......

"Hey, hey! This time it's different! I was chatting with the beautiful lady in the telegraph room, and the news came, and I saw the contents of the telegram, the Americans are coming, there are almost 200 planes, why do you have to give us a few planes left?" The other pilot also put on his own clothes and walked to the gate. It's no wonder that he was in a hurry to come over and put on his equipment when he heard the news, and this time it will really add a lot of money to everyone's shooting record, who can not be excited?

What is the situation? Are the Americans stupid? Is this a declaration of war? Hundreds of planes have come to bomb without pretending to be British planes? Isn't this a rhythm that wants to completely turn their faces? The German pilots who heard the news were stunned for a moment, and then saw that several of their comrades-in-arms around them were hurrying to put on their own clothes after hearing the news, so they also hurriedly put on their clothes.

By the time everyone had assembled in the assembly room on the edge of the tarmac, it had been 9 minutes since the alarm sounded. The entire preparation room was already full of pilots and commanders, and the commander of the flight squadron walked into the room with an intelligence notebook in his hand, and the scene immediately fell silent, and the hum of the invasion of the Americans, which had just been discussed, disappeared immediately.

"All the planes immediately took off to meet the US planes, and this time, for the purpose of military training, the number of planes taking off has been determined to be 150, and all the pilots in the base are involved in this interception operation. The squadron leader looked at all the pilots and saw excitement in their eyes.

Many of them were pilots who had performed well on the front lines, or they would not have been selected to be deployed in such an important position, but most of the time they could only hope that the Americans would not want to send planes to their deaths, and watch their comrades on other fronts increase their achievements by hundreds.

"I won't say anything more, all the pilots on call began to board the plane, and cooperated with the ground staff to conduct the final inspection of the aircraft. Then, using the special weapons for interception, all the planes took off in formation to meet the American bomber group. The squadron leader nodded, seemingly satisfied with the morale of his squadron.

With this order, all the pilots ran towards their own planes, and the fighters deployed by the German air defense in this area are all relatively mature FW-190D liquid-cooled high-altitude interception types, using a 30 mm caliber cannon and two 20 mm caliber cannons in the central axis specially designed to deal with high-altitude bombers.

In addition, Germany's high-altitude interceptor fighters can carry a kind of rocket, which can play a role in disrupting the opponent's defensive formation and breaking up the opponent's bomber formation when launched in batches. This weapon was used by Germany when it intercepted British planes in retaliation for the bombing of Berlin, and the effect was so good that it has been used to this day.

One after another, the FW-190D fighters began to glide in the middle of the runway on the airfield, and with the humming sound of the engines driving the propellers, one after another German planes painted with iron crosses on the wings began to take off, and then formed a neat line in the sky not far away, and flew in a column of four planes towards the distant sky. And there, more planes are massing, like a dense crowd of locusts.

At the same time that the German planes took to the air to intercept the American bomber group, the American bomber group that took off from the Black Sea had already flown over the Crimea, and these bombers carried a huge number of bombs, as well as a full 60 fighters with the latest P-40 engine enhancement to escort them, and they were violently killing in the direction of the Romanian oil fields.

Khrushchev and Marshal Voroshirov looked up and saw the American bombers flying over their heads, and their hearts were filled with indescribable melancholy. Now their situation is really terrible: at least the Soviet Union won the war, and the two of them will definitely be hanged by Stalin on Red Square to make an example, and even if the Germans win, the end of the two of them is not necessarily much better, and it is estimated that they will die in prison.

However, the two of them still leaned against a large tree with yellowed leaves, looking up at the blue sky, where American B-17 bombers lined up in dense formations were about to bomb the Germans' oil facilities and destroy the German army's war potential. The wings of these war equipment are painted with white five-pointed stars, which look different from the red five-pointed stars of the Soviet Union, because outside the white five-pointed star, there is also a blue circle background, and on both sides of this circle, there are two white wide horizontal bars - this is the logo of the US Army Air Force, and Khrushchev and Voroshirov both knew it.

Almost at the same moment, the B-17 bomber units, which had attracted the attention of the Germans from the south to the north, began to throw from the magazines of their own planes, the chaff that they were carrying a secret weapon, which was capable of jamming the radar beam. This kind of thing makes it impossible for radars to detect US military targets in the area, including specific information such as speed and number.

On the ground, the Germans were deployed in an outpost radar station in Bulgaria, and a radar operator looked at a screen of white flowers interfering with snowflakes, and reluctantly turned around and looked at his commander: "The enemy has discovered the jamming effect of chaff on the radar, and they are using chaff to interfere with our detection, and now I can't confirm the current course and altitude of these planes and their speed." ”

"Extrapolating calculations were made based on the data that had been originally measured, and then the message was relayed back to the Layer 2 radar observatory in Romania. The German officer at the radar station was obviously very depressed that the Americans had found a way to jam the radar, and deployed the combat order in a deep tone with his hands behind his back: "Continue to monitor the target flight area, the chaff cannot always exist, sooner or later they will show their tails!"

The call was transmitted back to the air defense command headquarters in Romania, and then an air force major general with a mustache on his mouth grabbed the phone in front of him and said respectfully: "General Catherine? I am Garand of the Romanian Air Defense Command Command, and the Americans have thrown chaff jamming in the radar monitoring area...... Yes, they interfered with our radar surveillance, and then they did not change their flight trajectory and are still approaching Romania! Yes, the plane has taken off and contact is expected to occur soon. ”

"The Americans' actions this time are a bit strange, I don't think they will have only such a backhand as chaff! I don't care what method you use, you must make sure that not a single American bomber can enter Romania!" On the other side of the phone, Catherine's voice came, with a hint of majesty, after all, this is related to more than half of the oil resources of the German army, and no one can be careless.