"Emergency! Emergency! All fighter pilots go to the standby area immediately! Emergency! Emergency! All fighter pilots go to the standby area immediately!" A sharp alarm sounded in the lounge of a secret military airport in Romania.

The two pilots held glasses and boasted about how many enemy planes they had shot down in a battle. Although these records have been told countless times, they will still be mentioned as usual, just as everyone is willing to talk about the interesting things in the game that they have said in a class reunion.

Hearing the alarm sounded, the two of them hurriedly put down the glass in their hands. Although they were not allowed to get drunk during duty, there was no problem in drinking two sips of French wine in the lounge to quench their thirst and brag. The two of them rushed out of the lounge, one after the other, and ran quickly to the locker room not far away.

In the corridor, there were pilots wearing black special leather jackets, goggles, and wearing armed belts while running towards the tarmac. After all, some people were playing poker in the locker room, and the response was faster.

"Damn it! What happened? The ground radar discovered the enemy plane?" While opening his locker, he complained loudly about his opponent disturbing their rest. Although the German pilot swears in his mouth, his movements were not slow. In just a moment, he took off his regular clothes and threw them into the cabinet, pulling out a warm jacket from it.

"I heard that it was not the news coming from the radar station. When I came, the people from the airport radar station were also gathering urgently. I heard that the news came from Turkey, saying that a large number of American planes crossed the border." There are well-informed people everywhere, just like there are people who like gossip everywhere.

"American aircraft?" Under normal circumstances, even if American aircraft come to attack Romanian oil fields, they will change their paint and logos, and disguise themselves as British aircraft. Therefore, generally speaking, the Luftwaffe's internal air strikes are classified as "British air strikes" rather than "American air strikes". However, Turkey obviously does not have this habit, and they only rely on their own eyes to distinguish them.

"I heard that these planes have not changed their coatings and flew straight to us." The well-informed German pilot had already put on his equipment and walked out without saying a word. After all, this was an emergency gathering, and everyone had to rush to the apron as quickly as possible.

Putting the leather jacket on his body, the pilot was stunned when he heard the other party say this, then curled his lips and said helplessly: "I don't know if I can catch up with a fight. The last time the Americans came, but before our plane arrived, the anti-aircraft artillery troops shot down all the twenty planes..."

"Hehe! This time it's different! I was chatting with the beautiful lady officer in the telegraph room, and the news came. I saw the contents of the telegraph. There were about 200 planes when the Americans came. How could they call us a few planes?" Another pilot also put on his clothes and walked towards the gate. No wonder he was in a hurry to come and wear equipment when he heard the news. If he couldn't make a good deal, this time he would really add a lot of money to everyone's shooting down record. Who can't be excited?

What's the situation? Are the Americans stupid? Is this going to declare war? Hundreds of planes came to bomb without pretending to be British planes. Isn't this a complete turn of confrontation? The German pilot who heard the news was stunned, and then saw several comrades around him holding on to their clothes after hearing the news, so he also put on anxiously.

When everyone was in the assembly room on the tarmac, nine minutes had passed since the alarm sounded. The entire preparation room was full of pilots and commanders. The commander of the squadron walked into the room with an intelligence notebook. The scene immediately became quiet. The buzzing sound of a large number of American aircraft invasion just now disappeared.

"All aircraft take off immediately to meet this batch of American aircraft. This time, for the purpose of training, the number of aircraft took off has been determined to be 150. All pilots in this base are involved in this interception operation." The squadron leader looked at all the pilots and saw an excited expression in their eyes.

Many of them were pilots who had performed well on the front line, otherwise they would not have been selected to deploy in such an important position. But most of the time they could only hope that the Americans could not think of sending planes to die, and watching hundreds of comrades on other fronts increase their results.

"I won't say anything more. All the on-call pilots started boarding the plane and cooperated with the ground crew to conduct a final inspection of the plane. Then use special interception weapons to mount them. All the planes took off to form to face the American bomber group." The squadron leader nodded, as if he was quite satisfied with the morale of his squadron.

With this order, all pilots ran towards their landlines. The fighters deployed by the German air defense in this area were relatively mature FW-190d liquid-cooled high-altitude interceptors, using a 30mm caliber cannon specially used to deal with high-altitude bombers' central axle and two 20mm caliber cannons. It can be said that they can cause great damage to the rough and thick American b-17 bombers.

In addition, Germany's high-altitude interceptor fighter can carry a rocket, which can disrupt the opponent's defensive formation and disperse the opponent's bomber formation when it is launched in wholesale. This weapon was used when Germany intercepted British aircraft to retaliate against Berlin, and the effect is very good, so it has been used to this day.

FW-190d fighter jets began to slid in the middle of the runway on the airport. With the buzzing sound of the engine driving the propeller, German aircraft with iron cross identification marks on the wings began to take off, and then formed a neat queue in the sky not far away, with four aircraft as a column, flying towards the distant sky. There, more aircraft were gathering, like dense locusts.

Just as the German planes took off to intercept the American bomber group, the bomber group that the United States took off from the Black Coast had already flew over Krim. These bombers carried a huge number of bombs and a full 60 latest P-40-engine enhanced fighter escort, and rushed towards the Romanian oil fields in a fierce manner.

Khrushchev and Marshal Vorohirov looked up and saw American bombers flying over their heads, feeling indescribable melancholy. Their situation is really bad now: at least if the Soviet Union wins the war, they will definitely be hanged by Stalin on the Red Square to serve as a warning; and even if the Germans win, the outcome of their two of them may not be much better, and they may be the ending of dying in prison.

However, the two of them were still leaning on a tree with yellow leaves. They looked up at the blue sky, where there were American B-17 bombers lined up in dense formations. These bombers were going to bomb the German oil facilities and destroy the German war potential. The wings of these war equipment were painted with white five-pointed stars, which looked different from the red five-pointed stars of the Soviet Union, because outside the white five-pointed stars, there was a blue round background. On both sides of the circle, there were two white wide bars - this was the logo of the US Army Air Force, which both Khrushchev and Voroshirov knew.

Almost at the same time, the B-17 bomber troops that attracted German attention from the south and north began to throw away a secret weapon they carried from their aircraft's bullet bay this time, which could interfere with the foil strips of radar beams. This thing can prevent the radar from detecting US military targets in the area, including specific information such as speed and quantity.

On the ground, the German army was deployed in a Bulgaria post-stop radar station. A radar operator looked at a white screen that was disturbing snowflakes and turned around helplessly and looked at his commander: "The enemy discovered the interference effect of foil on radar. They are using foil to interfere with our detection. Now I cannot confirm the current course, altitude and speed of these aircraft."

"Rely on the original measured data to make speculation and calculations, and then pass the message back to the second-layer radar observation station in Romania." The German officer of the radar station was obviously very depressed that the Americans had found a way to interfere with the radar. He deployed the combat command with his hands behind his back in a heavy tone: "Continue to monitor the target flight area, the foil will not always exist. Sooner or later they will reveal their tails!"

The phone kept coming back to the Air Defense Command 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 Garland of the Romanian Air Defense Command. The Americans threw foil strips of interference in the radar monitoring area... Yes! They interfered with our radar monitoring, and then did not change the flight trajectory, and were still approaching Romania! Yes, the plane has taken off and is expected to have contact soon."
Chapter completed!