On the ground, located on the border of Eastern Galicia, tanks and armored vehicles tore off their camouflage nets one after another. Cannons one after another began firing fiercely.
"Boom!" As the god of war, artillery has always been the vanguard of attacks. Now artillery pieces of various calibers are pouring towards the Polish border guard's position on the opposite side.
Cannonballs streaked across the night sky one after another, and the entire sky was lit up.
The Polish army was immediately awakened by the fierce artillery fire, and they immediately prepared to counterattack. However, compared with the large number and caliber of artillery possessed by Romania, Poland's counterattack did not pose any threat at all. At most, it could only show its existence.
Compared with some resistance on the ground, the Romanian Air Force is completely dominant in the air.
In the east, the white color of fish belly gradually appeared, and it was dawn.
I saw a train running along the railway, and it was carrying many Polish soldiers. They were holding wz.29 rifles in their hands, and they looked a little worried.
This rifle was produced in two Polish arsenals, F.B. Radom and F.B. Warszawa. It is one of the foreign equivalents of the 1924 Mauser standard rifle and does not have many features.
The war suddenly broke out. What would it feel like when a soldier was woken up from his sleep and told that there was a war, and then got on the train with a rifle?
They didn't have any clue, and they hadn't reacted yet. Even after getting on the bus, they didn't even find their squad leader or platoon leader. They were simply dragged up to be used as cannon fodder.
Fortunately, it was not a stuffy car. The train only had half a carriage. Many people could expose half of their bodies to the outside. The cold wind blew on their faces, and their eyes were confused.
"Look, what is that?" At this moment, a soldier shouted.
Following the direction of his finger, they saw swarms of dark fighter planes appearing in front of them. When they got closer, the Romanian logo under the fighter planes was so clear.
"No, it's a Romanian fighter plane."
Suddenly, this sentence caused everyone to commotion. Although they were just ordinary soldiers, they still knew the basic military understanding. In this case, they were like lambs to be slaughtered!
The anxious soldiers raised their rifles and wanted to shoot at them. Smart soldiers were observing both sides of the railway, planning to choose a softer spot to jump off. It was definitely not safe to stay in the train. Those Romanians would never take such a conspicuous target.
Let it go!
Sure enough, when I saw this train carrying soldiers, two bombers immediately left the formation and rushed towards it. The completely unprotected train was like an unarmed lamb and could only be at the mercy of others. Although the train driver was now in a hurry.
I was sweating profusely, but the fixed line left me with no extra options.
I saw two bombers approaching one from the left and one from the right, and one of the enemies dived over. The 12.7mm machine gun it carried swept across the front of the train. The 12.7mm machine gun bullets hit the train and the train emitted black smoke. Its thin
A layer of iron sheet could not stop such a shot, and the driver also fell in a pool of blood during the attack.
Moreover, the bomber did not have the consciousness to stop at all, and swept along the long trailer. The soldiers on board were unlucky. No one could bear the 12.7-caliber bullets, and they immediately
A streak of blood appeared in the carriage.
Many of the Polish soldiers riding in the carriage fell in a pool of blood, causing heavy casualties. And their disaster was not over yet, because another plane dropped a bomb, destroying the railway track dozens of meters in front of the train.
A big hole was made in the line, the sleepers were blown to pieces, and the two rails looked like twists.
The train that lost its driver drove over without hesitation. The front of the train rushed over one by one with the carriages behind it. It jumped out of the rails and fell into the low ground next to the railway. This was completely unprepared for the soldiers on board.
The consequence was that at least half of the soldiers suffered inevitable losses.
And this is just a small episode. This air raid on Romania dispatched nearly a thousand fighter planes at one time. They were responsible for attacking their own targets. Among them, airports, bridges, stations, military depots, warehouses, air defense positions, etc. were the main targets.
At an airport on the outskirts of Zamości, the place was bustling with activity. A large number of ground staff and pilots were working together to push fighter jets out of their bunkers.
They have received news of the invasion of Romania and Germany, and the news of the bombing ahead also makes them heartbroken. Now they are eager to fly into the sky, fight with the fighter planes of these two countries, and defend their motherland.
At this moment, I could only hear the thump-bang-bang sound of nearby anti-aircraft guns.
"There is an enemy plane!" A shout made everyone quicken their pace.
I saw a P11 fighter jet that had been fully fueled and loaded with bombs. As the pilot of the aircraft, Karsk immediately boarded the aircraft. Ignition, start, throttle, this P11 fighter jet was as fast as a part of his body.
Taxiing at the airport, then jumping up and flying into the sky.
Seeing a plane flying into the sky seemed to be a silent encouragement to everyone present, and they became even more motivated.
It's just that the Romanian Air Force, which controls the air, will not let them prepare calmly. A large group of fighters suddenly appears in front of them. This is a group of RU28 twin-engine bombers with several RF20 fighters. Judging from their purpose,
It was obviously intended to destroy the airport.
Faced with a huge crisis at the airport, Karsk, who was the only one to take off, naturally did not want his comrades to suffer losses, so he faced it single-handedly.
Faced with his provocation, Second Lieutenant Morakul, the leader of the fighter squadron responsible for protecting the bomber, immediately commanded his teammates.
"Boll, take your wingmen to provide air security. I will take my wingmen down to deal with this opponent."
After finally seeing an enemy plane, Second Lieutenant Morakel did not intend to give it to his colleagues. He planned to eat the enemy plane himself and did not intend to give his colleagues a chance. Not only did he have confidence in himself, but he also had sufficient confidence in his car.
confidence.
"Understood, wish you good luck."
The words of blessing from his colleagues made Second Lieutenant Morakl hold back his smile. He could think of Bol's expression. He had arranged that this guy could only look at his own expression when he was eating meat.
Second Lieutenant Morakl and his wingman roared towards Karsk, which was struggling to climb.
Facing the two Romanian fighter jets that rushed directly towards him, Karsk was unusually calm, because he knew that if he didn't calm down, he would die. Moreover, his fighter jets had no advantage compared to the opponent. The only thing he could use was his own technology.
Facing the two approaching RB20 fighter jets, he operated his aircraft as if it was dancing.
"Da da da……"
A chain of fire hit him from the right, and he quickly maneuvered the plane to avoid it. At this time, another chain of fire appeared on the left. He suddenly pulled the control stick, and suddenly the plane raised its head and dodged. This
The chain of fire swept past the wingtips.
The continuous tedious operations made Karsk gasp for breath. It was not tiring, but it was too thrilling. He had temporarily avoided two RB20 fighter jets and was unwilling to fight with them. His bigger goal was to intercept the bomber group.
Fight for time for your comrades
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Second Lieutenant Morakl, who was evaded by the Polish fighter plane, immediately called his teammates. "Boll, stop this plane. Be careful, this guy is definitely a master. Don't let him threaten the bomber."
Morakl, who turned the plane around, took his wingman and pounced on it again. This time, he must not let it threaten the bomber group, otherwise he and others would be stared at on the pillar of shame even if they shot it down.
It was getting closer, and I was getting closer to the group of bombers.
Karsk is not afraid at all. When his little P11 fighter attacks a group of other bombers, it will look like a moth flying into a flame, but he will never be afraid.
Poles are a brave nation and they will fight to protect their country!
It's just that he didn't notice that this time not only were there two fighter jets coming towards him fiercely from the front, but the two planes behind him also bit him hard.
"Da da da……"
This time, two fire chains directly blocked the space for him to jump to the left and right, and there were two more fire chains behind him, locking him firmly.
This made Karsk, who was paying full attention to the battle ahead, feel a sharp pain in his chest, and then his vision went dark. The fighter plane lost control and fell upside down.
After solving this difficult target, Morakl saw that the bomber group had already rushed towards the airport, and there was also a fighter plane that wanted to forcefully take off. However, it was affected by insufficient speed and fell at the end of the runway.
