Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 120: Falling

British bomber pilots have not had time to react from the first wave of strikes, and the second wave of strikes from German anti-aircraft artillery has already followed. www.geiliwx.com is another volley of guns, and the staggering high rate of fire of the German anti-aircraft artillery is once again revealed in front of the British. This time the shooting was as precise as the last time. The bright white burst of light exploded at the same time around the aircraft group, sprinkling dense steel rainstorms in all directions.

The body that was already riddled with holes suffered heavy damage again. The debris and smoke left the fuselage and dragged out a long cloud of dust behind the tail. The engine was burning, the fuselage was burning, and everything seemed to be burning. .

The bomber team, like a flock of firebirds, still insisted on maintaining a strict bombing formation at this moment, approaching the German position without hesitation, facing such a brave and tenacious enemy, the German gunners on the ground could not help but Feel awe.

The shells on the autoloader were pushed into the barrel again. The shooter pressed the firing lever and waited for the commander to issue a salvo. At this moment, the British bomber group suddenly collapsed. Without warning, the three Wellington bombers in the center of the fleet suddenly lowered their noses and began to dive and steer. Then the remaining bombers started their maneuvers, and the fleet spread out in all directions, like a swarm of bees that were disturbed. , The tight formation was torn apart in an instant.

The British bomber pilots tried their best and performed all kinds of dazzling evasive actions. The bomber on fire turned its nose to fly away from the German position, and the crew members began to jump out of the burning plane. Snow-white umbrella flowers bloomed in the sky, accompanied by thick gunpowder smoke.

At this time, the Germans understood that it was not the bravery and tenacity of the British, but because the attack came too fast, the aircraft group was beaten up, and they couldn't react for a while. When they regained their sanity, of course they would no longer be stupidly lined up to wait for the third fatal blow. This is not a face-to-face shooting of the infantry on the battle line, it is simply an unfair unilateral slaughter.

The commander of the British bomber group was an air force major, who personally piloted the lead plane. When he wakes up from the stimulus of two consecutive violent blows, he immediately issued an order to disband the formation. Each crew can choose to continue the mission or retreat according to the situation of their respective landlines, which is essentially equivalent to shouting ideas and screaming. .

The lead plane is at the front of the queue. The damage to the aircraft was not too serious. Compared with his subordinates who were struggling to steer, his team still maintained basic maneuverability. The three Wellingtons dived down to a height of 500 meters, and then re-flattened the fuselage, forming a triangular bombing formation. Under the leadership of the lead plane, he completed a side-slip turn and circled the edge of the town for a half circle, then adjusted his course for the last time and moved forward at full speed toward the beach.

Each of the three Wellingtons carried four 250-pound bombs. The commander of the brigade decided to let the Germans on the beach taste the suffering of the Royal Air Force, and at the same time avenge the soldiers who had just sacrificed.

Passing through the streets full of red Nazi flags, the Air Force major looked at the roof covered with a huge Nazi flag with disgust, and tried to resist the idea of ​​throwing a bomb on the thing. The village is not The primary goal is the landing equipment and trestle ships on the beach that must be destroyed. What's more, there are German anti-aircraft artillery positions, and they must be destroyed before the next group of colleagues arrive, otherwise those who follow will follow the mistakes of their own brigade.

The accuracy of this kind of anti-aircraft fire is terrifying, and the experienced flight commander believes that any squadron-scale attack in that kind of fire will be completely destroyed.

Wellington continued to descend, slanting across the village along the coast and only hitting the beachhead. The Germans had already begun to release smoke on the beach. Patches of gray and white smoke wrapped a thick barrier on the beach, everywhere. With the dazzling arc light on, the commander never thought that he would hate the light so much that he couldn't see what was underneath when he looked out of the cabin. Can't even tell where the boundary between the coast and the beach is.

The Royal Air Force major was still looking forward with his probe, and suddenly a series of metal gouges sounded in his ears, and then a cloud of blood filled his eyes, and bright red liquid splashed on the front windshield and dashboard. Scary graffiti was smeared there. The commander thought that he had been shot. He raised his hand in a panic and stroked his chest and head, but he didn't notice any discomfort.

He turned his face to look at his co-pilot, only to find that the once handsome ensign officer now has only half of his head hanging on his neck, and the blood is like leaking hydraulic oil. Gushing from the cracked cavity, facing such a terrifying sight. The major felt the hairs on his back explode.

Then a series of gouges sounded. Sitting in the driver’s seat, the major clearly heard the side window glass of the fuselage being shattered, and the sound of small metals bouncing and hitting in the cabin. Then it was the rear cabin gunner’s sound. Hiss screamed.

A series of flashes lighted up from the side window of the cockpit, and the Air Force major looked up and saw an orange-red bullet chain passing through the cabin, and then another one, which struck a beautiful fan with fierce fire. It hit the engine nacelle of the wingman on the right, and then a fireball suddenly flashed up, and the commander quickly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the wingman was rolling down the fuselage, a section of the wing was broken from the engine position, and the short circuit system was connected to the internal radio and the lead plane’s headset The tragic wailing of the wingman crew members echoed in the room.

There are small-caliber rapid-fire antiaircraft guns on the ground, and there are obviously a lot of them. This is a **** low-altitude hunting trap. The commander opened his throat and roared. He pulled the steering wheel forcefully into his arms, pushed the throttles of the two engines fully, and pulled the joystick to maximize the throttle. At this time, all tasks and responsibilities were left behind by him. He just wanted to leave this terrible **** right away, he didn't want to be like the ensign next to him.

"Throw away the bomb, throw away the **** bomb! This is a cannon position, throw away the bomb, we are going to climb!"

The commander yelled loudly, but did not receive a response from the bombardier. He lowered his head suspiciously and looked towards the passage leading to the front cabin, but saw that the transparent windshield and floor at the bottom of the front cabin had been torn apart. The big hole, the bombing sight that was supposed to be squatting there disappeared together with his sight. The icy cold wind engulfed gun smoke from the breach and poured into the engine room. There was a fist-large on the back door of the front machine gun tower. With a few perforations, the commander could imagine the scene behind that small door.

"Damn it!"

The commander raised his head again, when the machine gunner’s howls had ceased. This gave the commander a frightening guess, perhaps he is now the only living crew member on this plane.

The Wellington pilot miraculously rushed out of the dense cannon barrage. The remaining wingman in the formation had already been planted on the beach and turned into an expensive bonfire.

The commander pulled the heavy steering wheel hard. The rudder surface of the aircraft has become somewhat uncontrollable, and perhaps a few control cables were interrupted during the low-altitude raid ahead, but the commander believed that with his own experience, he should be able to continue flying for a certain distance, as long as the two engines are not Something went wrong. As long as he flies out of the German control zone, he can choose to make an emergency landing on a gentle ground. The problem now is that he has to find a way to throw away the bombs in the magazine, otherwise he will have to abandon the plane and parachute. This is the last choice he wants to make, because it means abandoning the bodies of these companions. Let them become ashes with the plane.

The Air Force major opened the side window, and the cold wind blew in from the window. He poked his head out of the window and looked forward, only to find a row of neatly arranged navigation lights flashing red and green in the sky directly in front. Two-tone light.

"Attention. The British fleet ahead. This is the fourth night bomber squadron. Be careful of the German large-caliber artillery, turn off the navigation lights, and spread the formation. There are a large number of small-caliber cannons on the ground. Try not to enter the low altitude, have you heard it."

The commander buckled the radio microphone and shouted loudly, but he didn't receive any response except for static noise.

"Here is..." The commander repeatedly tried several times, but the other party did not respond at all, and the bomber group swaggered over the commander's plane. Roaring and flying towards St. Margaret Beach.

"You can't just go by like this, you idiots!"

The captain pulled off the radio microphone, he turned the steering wheel and started to turn, he was about to catch up with those stupid nerds. Can't watch them rush into **** like this.

Just as Wellington was turning slowly, the commander suddenly felt the weight of the steering wheel in his hand light, the left aileron of the plane suddenly began to tremble violently, and the control link on the wing surface finally broke, and it was turning. The plane immediately lost control, and one wing sank suddenly. The body began to roll, and then it snapped back. Wellington's engine screamed sharply, and the bottom of the bomber rushed toward the ground quickly. With a violent explosion, a huge fireball rose up outside Dover.

"Hey, did you see it? It's spectacular." A taxi captain put down his binoculars, and he pointed to the burning fire in the distance and said to his comrades around him.

"It looks like there is a ton of explosives. It's strange how he didn't throw the bombs away."

"The order has been issued, we start the assault, follow the vanguard platoon, and keep the distance. Gray wolf! Go ahead" At this moment, the commander of the assault artillery company issued an assault order on the command vehicle not far away.

"Where is the accompanying infantry? Where is the 14th Reconnaissance Battalion?" The company sergeant asked the company commander by pressing his throat communicator.

"There are two infantry companies in the woods one kilometer ahead of us~IndoMTL.com~ and a self-propelled infantry artillery platoon. The 14th reconnaissance battalion has run out of sight, and they are looking for them. The regiment is special. Remind us that there are some of our paratroopers nearby, we must pay attention to identifying the target before opening fire."

"Understood, did all the captains hear it? Be sure to make them brighten their buttocks before shooting. Don't fire if they are white."

A crazy laugh echoed in the car group, and the members of the assault gun crew slapped the armor plate vigorously.

"Okay, all attention, gray wolf! Go ahead!" The company commander made his face hard and waved his arm forward again.

The chief sergeant patted his companion on the shoulder, who lowered his head and went back into the body of the No. 3 assault gun. There was a roar of engines, and the nine No. 3 assault guns began to accelerate slowly. They rushed down the soil, crossed the highway, and rushed towards the British defense line in the southwest. (To be continued.) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day