The Polish defense line is right in front. At the moment when the sun just rose, the position seemed so quiet, like a sleeping beauty, and this beauty would tremble under the will of the German iron man and surrender...com

"For the motherland, for the dignity I once lost - brothers, we!!!"

The order to increase blood pressure and accelerate the heartbeat was issued; Emil made a roar and accelerated the first step. This short-range interceptor accelerated very quickly. They quickly arrived at the Polish defense line. The anti-aircraft rapid-fire guns were expected to not sound, and Polish soldiers began to pour out from the barracks. They were obviously awakened by the roar.

Claude's hands were trembling, not fear, but excitement. The entire Polish army obviously hadn't reacted yet. What could make the German iron man more pleasant than such a docile beauty?

Emil climbed high and found no information about the enemy planes. Stuka began to speed up and began to disperse the two aircraft as a group to find their own targets. The main target of the first batch of bombings was the anti-aircraft gun positions on the defense line, clearing obstacles for the bomber squadron behind.

When Stuka entered the Polish position, the Polish army finally took action, and the anti-aircraft artillery of the position began to fire scatteredly. This low-intensity anti-aircraft vitality could not stop Stuka from approaching, and Stuka began to dive with a shrilling scream. The primary target of these aircraft was the anti-aircraft artillery position on the defense line. The 110 kilogram bombs hanging under the flanks on both sides were thrown at a beautiful range and then smashed heavily on the anti-aircraft artillery position.

The sandbags protecting the anti-aircraft guns were severely lifted up by the bomb pressure waves and threw them around. Before a few air-proof guns were fired, they became scrap iron and were paralyzed in the position. The wounded soldiers in Poland shouted shrillly, and it seemed that they were ready to defend the position to the death.

Bill has discovered a valuable target, a gun position hidden in the bush, and the Polish 105's artillery is a great threat to the upcoming German Army, "Brother, prepare to drop bombs!"

The shrilling whistle is getting louder and louder, which means the fuselage is being adjusted and is ready to dive.

Claude found that his palms were full of sweat. He was both a thrower and a radio crew. It made him feel very embarrassed before panic before fighting. Before the fuselage was ready to dive, he cursed while wiping the sweat on his palms on his clothes. At this moment, he wanted to cut off these pairs of sweaty palms. You must know that the buttons of the device are very small, and once the hand slides, it is easy to affect the downward pressing of the throwing. If the target is not hit due to the error of a few seconds at a time, he will definitely end his life with a pistol at his waist before others blame him.

The indicator on the starboard side of the driver's cockpit had pointed to 55 degrees, and the entire fuselage began to dive in a posture that seemed to be about to fall, and the Boston's artillery position was getting closer and closer. The fuselage had reached a 90-degree angle perpendicular to the ground, and it was like a rocket rushing towards the ground at high speed. The indicator on the starboard side of the cockpit suddenly turned red, and Carl shouted: "Claude, that's now!"

Claude pressed the throwing button almost nervously, and the indicator light prompted that the bombs under the flanks on both sides had been thrown out. He now wanted to slap himself a few palms. He just forgot to debug the throwing angle, so he could only shout in his heart: You must hit... You must hit... You must hit!!!

When the entire Stuka was hanging down to 5 meters on the ground, it seemed as if it was losing control and was about to hit the ground. Just as the entire fuselage was about to hit the ground, Stuka magically climbed up, and the shrill whistle was so scary.

‘Boom!!!’ A bomb that was abandoned high directly hit the body of the 105 artillery that hit the Boston Arms’ artillery position, and the artillery was smashed to pieces and splashed everywhere. Another bomb magically continued to throw forward, lucky to hit the edge of the artillery ammunition, and then a series of explosions were sank. The entire artillery position was trapped in a series of explosion waves of iron and fire.

"I'm hit!" Claude was too nervous and sweating all over his body. He felt that his hand holding the throwing device was slippery, and he was obviously sweating again. He thought to himself: "I'm not embarrassed..."

"Good job! We are really lucky!" Bill was obviously very satisfied with his flight just now. He was no longer nervous or excited. He just continued to look for valuable targets with his sharp eyes, and then rushed over to kill them.

The howling vultures continued to dive. The Polish soldiers who did not look for cover to hide became the food for the vultures. The vultures who completed the throwing mission continued to dive with a shrill sound, and then dived and fired the Polish soldiers on the ground with two G1 machine guns on both sides of the wings.

Claude has now seemed much more steady. He is no longer a recruit. He just threw a 500-kilogram heavy bomb hanging on the centerline of the abdomen of the fuselage in a bunker in the Polish position. The large-scale sunken ground after the explosion shows that the target is of great value. While admiring Bill's sharp gaze, he praised his sudden and superb throwing action. To be honest, he felt that he was very lucky. It was his luck to be able to cooperate with such an excellent driver. All the throwing action depends on the driver's control of the fuselage angle.

"Bill is better than Sain!" Claude's former partner was named Sain. "Did I keep throwing mistakes because of a poor driver?" He began to gain a slight dilemma.

Because the squadron leader had not issued a retreat order, Bill suggested scattering the two G1 machine gun bullets on both sides of the wings. Claude, who was in an excited state, would certainly not object. He even looked forward to the scene of the G1 machine gun in the back seat firing the Polish army.

The pilots flying the Emil interceptor are now very chest-tight. They have been hovering at an altitude of 200 meters for nearly 5 minutes. In addition to watching the group of proud vultures dive again and again, and then make the whistling sound that makes the enemy feel creepy, throwing bombs or using machine guns on both sides of the wings to kill the Po army. The pilots cursed one after another. They could not forgive Poland, but the inexcusable current should be understood as: why did the cowardly Polish planes not appear!

Emil's fuselage is equipped with a g10 and 30 machine guns; two g131 and 13mm machine guns. The cannon under the abdomen is a weapon for long-range combat, and the two machine guns installed by the engine are used for close combat. Of course, two 13 machine guns can also be used for diving, but Emil's fuselage cannot withstand the maneuver of high-speed diving, which makes the pilots who originally wanted to learn Stuka to perform diving shooting have an additional object of cursing, which is the designer of the design of Emil's aircraft.

It was not until the second wave of bombers that the performance-addicted vultures gathered under the command of the squadron leader and flew back to the German airport. Compared to the unrecovered parts of Emil, Stuka returned with a full load.

The second wave of bombers will extend the position to clear most of the obstacles for the Third Armored Division, the Eighth Motorcycle Division and the Twelfth Motorcycle Division, which are following 5 kilometers later.
Chapter completed!