On a Stuka dive bomber that was performing a mission on the front line, the pilot was overlooking the ground beneath his feet. He was like an eagle, soaring in the sky, overlooking his territory.
The Stuka dive bomber, which originally had an average flight speed and no so-called flight performance and was designed for dive bombing, was actually not suitable for carrying out bombing missions alone.
This kind of aircraft has basically no ability to protect itself when attacked by enemy aircraft - unless, of course, the pilot is a master like Rudel.
But now, apart from the Tang Army's planes, there were only birds left in the sky, so it became a matter of course for the Stuka dive bombers to perform missions alone.
Because the Stuka's flying performance can completely cope with the things that the opponent can fly into the sky, and even surpass them... At this point in time, there is no problem at all in using the Stuka as a fighter jet.
Two Stuka dive bombers entered the sky above the war zone one after another. Burning spots filled with gunpowder smoke could be seen everywhere under their feet. Some were caused by shell explosions, and some were scars left by aerial bombs.
Although the previous attack did affect some of the vision, it was still very clear in the sky. There were Qi troops preparing to assemble everywhere, crowded on the road that was not spacious.
"Did you see that road full of carriages? It's 11 o'clock ahead." Inside the hatch that was divided into pieces by iron bars, the pilot of the lead plane reminded his wingman, preparing to select a target and launch an attack.
These days, the enemy has no awareness of air defense at all. They don't even know how to spread out and hide. This may be the easiest time for pilots to make achievements. As long as they dive and then pull up, they can make their own achievements.
The opponent does not have any anti-aircraft and anti-aircraft weapons, and the only threat is the possibility of encountering a Maxim machine gun that is temporarily raised to shoot into the air.
As long as you avoid these machine guns, you can easily complete the attack and achieve brilliant results, blowing the crowded carriages and soldiers into the air.
"I saw it! It's very obvious!" The wingman pilot's voice came through the radio, accompanied by a little electric sound.
"You drop the bomb!" The pilot of the lead aircraft calmly slowed down and gave up the main attack to his wingman, controlling the aircraft to move out of the attack path.
This is a set of attack experience that the pilots have summarized after several previous bombings: There are so many ground targets that can never be bombed, so everyone will always find high-value targets that can be attacked. But if the lead plane goes first
After attacking, high-value targets that appear later can often only be attacked by wingmen, which may lead to an embarrassing situation where the attack cannot hit and the last hit cannot be done.
Therefore, now everyone lets the less experienced wingman take the lead in attacking, and if he misses, he can let the lead aircraft take the last hit. This is very reasonable.
After the wingman made some adjustments, he started to attack. While pushing his control stick, he loudly reminded the lead aircraft behind him: "I'm starting to dive! I'm diving! Follow me!"
"I'm right behind you!" Almost at the same time, the pilot of the lead plane also pressed down his control stick, and the two planes began to rush to the ground one after the other.
The speed of the Stuka suddenly increased, and the airflow began to disturb the fan near the landing gear crazily, rolling the whistle inside, and the whistle began to make that unique, sharp sound.
As a result, all the Qi soldiers stopped making noise on the ground that was noisy just now. The grooms pulled the reins and the soldiers carried lunch boxes. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sky.
Two black figures turned sharply in the blue sky, and the familiar and terrifying voice sounded again, shocking the hearts of every living being.
It was like fear, beating the door again and again, no matter how the little girl in the room cried and screamed, it kept beating the door...
"Enemy attack!" Finally, a Qi officer reacted, his voice full of desolation and tragic cry: "Run! Quick..."
Before he finished shouting, the black spot above his head was already very close. Before the chaotic crowd could start to escape, the Stuka's wings lit up with flames.
"Chug, chug, chug!" The 20mm-caliber aircraft cannon installed in the wing began to roar, and the tracer bullets shot straight to the ground, leaving two crooked lines of white smoke in the passage filled with Qi troops.
In an instant, the Qi army on the ground fell on their backs, howling like ghosts and wolves, and the out-of-control carriage rushed into the crowd. There were screams and the neighing of war horses everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, the lead aircraft flying in the wingman's position also started strafing. They were also two crooked lines plowed by artillery shells, and they were also two deadly ravines.
The two Stuka dive bombers did not drop bombs, but used their cannons to strafe these Qi troops who had little attack value.
But just by passing by like a dragonfly, the Qi army, which was crowded on the marching road, paid a heavy price.
At least one company of soldiers was instantly wiped out, and another company of soldiers was wounded and probably lost their combat effectiveness.
The carriage transporting supplies overturned on the side of the road. In the carriage that was smashed by the machine gun, the food rolled out and scattered on the ground. There were hungry Qi troops all around who crowded together to grab food regardless of life and death.
Another carriage transporting debris lost control and rushed into the crowd, causing the same killing effect: at least seven or eight people were injured after being hit, and one unlucky man was trampled to death.
Because they were carrying bombs, the two Stuka dive bombers did not dare to get too close to the ground, otherwise there was a risk of being unable to pull up and crash into the ground. This also made the two strafing operations very short, which at least saved the Qi army from paying some human lives.
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When the two Stuka dive bombers quickly pulled up, the second round of attacks began, and the machine gunners behind the aircraft cabs once again started strafing the ground.
During the strafing process, the self-defense machine gun shooter of the lead aircraft suddenly saw an incredible scene.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He shouted in surprise on the radio: "Look! Look over there! My God! Have our ground troops already reached this position?"
The cry aroused the idea of the lead pilot. After the plane regained altitude, he began to look for targets on the ground: "I didn't see our troops! Wingman! Did you see the ground identification mark?"
"I didn't see it either! I'll follow you. We can fly around to confirm!" The wingman tilted his head and looked down at the ground. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find any conspicuous ground identification marks.
"Don't accidentally bomb friendly forces...or we will be punished to death when we return." The lead pilot looked nervously, unwilling to bear the infamy of attacking friendly forces.
"I seem to have seen it..." At this time, the wingman's voice came again: "Seven o'clock direction! Let's go back and confirm!"
"I heard you! Lead the way!" The lead pilot shook the joystick in his hand and caught up with the wingman who seemed to have discovered the sign. The two planes circled in a circle and approached the suspicious target.
"I saw it! I saw it!" The leader quickly found the target on the ground that his shooter had just seen. It was two advancing No. 4 tanks amidst craters and gunpowder smoke.
The engine compartment cover of the tank was covered with a blood-red dragon flag. Two tanks were passing through the artillery position of the Qi Army. The Qi Army soldiers running around looked quite spectacular.
"Only two? Are you kidding? How did they get here?" Seeing the two friendly tanks in the enemy's hinterland, the wingman pilot asked in surprise.
"What's so strange about this? We're here too!" The lead pilot prepared for an attack and then ordered: "No bombs! Follow me! Dive and straf! Scatter the Qi army in front of them!"
"Understood!" The wingman followed closely behind the lead aircraft. The two aircraft began to tilt again, and then dived down from an altitude of two thousand meters.
For the pilot, the entire dive action is as exciting as riding a roller coaster. All flaps on the aircraft are lowered in order to reduce the speed of hitting the ground.
The annoying scream that caused Qi's army to collapse sounded again, echoing over the already chaotic battlefield.
The Qi army, which had been beaten to the north by the Tang army tanks on the ground, could no longer care about the terror above their heads. They continued to run forward, even as the two planes approached.
Immediately afterwards, the ammunition falling from the sky rushed through the crowd, hit the ground and ricocheted, splashing into the dense crowd, cutting flesh and blood.
The large-caliber aerial cannon swept all the way, leaving only broken limbs and thick smoke, followed by the roar of the aircraft engine, and finally disappeared into the distance and was lost in other noises.
"Look clearly! It's our tank! There are more to the north... Why don't they act together?" When pulling up, the wingman pilot asked his lead pilot nervously.
"How do I know! These lunatics are more arrogant than us! C!" The lead pilot could not help but curse while staring at his altimeter which was gradually recovering.
The reason they go deep behind enemy lines is because they are flying in the sky. Do those crazy people on the ground come so deep to kill? Do they not want to live anymore?
"Then what should we do?" the wingman pilot continued to ask, staring at the ground.
"What can we do? What else can we do?" The lead pilot looked down at the ground again, looking for nearby high-value targets: "Did you see that tent? Drop bombs! Create chaos and cover them! A group of lunatics who don't want their lives.
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"Hahaha!" the wingman pilot laughed excitedly: "I like them, they are crazy!"
"Shut up! Follow me! Prepare to dive!" the lead pilot ordered: "Drop bombs at the same time! Make sure to destroy the target!"
"Understood!" the wingman pilot stopped laughing and responded solemnly.
