Just as Catherine was swearing to ensure the absolute safety of the Romanian oil fields, the Americans' horizontal sneak attack troops had already flown over the Crim Peninsula and were about to enter Romania. They were becoming more and more confident in this attack because they were getting closer to the target.

But no one noticed this unit. At a height not far above them, two German fighters had quietly approached this huge US bomber unit. These two aircraft were Germany's most advanced Ta-152 fighter jets, with a black tulip on the nose of the aircraft.

In fact, after the last time as an escort force, the German strategic bomber unit bombed the Crim Peninsula, Hartmann's squadron had been stationed nearby for rest and rest, and this airspace was temporarily assigned to the squadron for vigilance. Although the Soviet aircraft on the Crim Peninsula were almost wiped out because it was not the main airspace, and their flight squadron was not equipped with high-power warning radar as support, routine patrols over the battlefield still had to be carried out every day. Coincidentally, the two aircraft carrying out patrol missions on this day were a bit big.

"Hartman, do you really plan to launch an attack now? In fact, the fighter troops at the front line base have taken off, and they will come soon. We can wait for them to launch an attack together, so it is safer." The pilot on the wingman was the squadron leader of the unit where Hartman was. He had first-class driving skills and was very steady and cautious in handling problems.

"I want to try!" Hartman's voice came from his headphones, with a hint of solemnity. The squadron leader certainly knew why Hartman wanted to attack the huge enemy aircraft formation alone, because he had been not very friendly to large-scale bomber formations since that escort mission to bomb the Crim Peninsula.

For Hartman, who advocates free flight and uses elegant and perfect maneuvering actions to shoot down his opponent, the densely packed state of the bomber formation has no beauty, and even has a bit of heavy texture. This subverts Hartman's understanding of the word flight from the other extreme, making him anxious, so he is eager to prove that his flight is the most perfect and powerful flight, and the best proof for him is to challenge a bomber formation.

"The enemy has many escort fighters, and we won't have any good solutions when rushing in. Try to interfere with the flight outside. Turn on the fuel and boost the force to let them know that we are here." The squadron leader has always been very supportive of Hartman's opinion. He is the squadron leader of a flight squadron in his position, but once he takes off, he always puts himself in the position of wingman pilot, so Hartman is used to having such a squadron leader's wingman, and the two of them have also created a terrifying record of shooting down a hundred times their own number.

"Okay! I'm starting to dive!" Hartmann gently pushed his plane's joystick without any hesitation. The long nose of the flexible Ta-152 fighter began to lower down slightly, and the flaps on the slender wings were also adjusted to a subtle angle. The extremely powerful piston engine began to make a pleasant roar. The speed of the plane gradually increased, and a violent feeling of pushing back pressed Hartman firmly on the backrest of the seat.

The ta-152 fighter began to dive and accelerate. The speedometer of the aircraft shows that the current flight speed has reached 690 kilometers per hour. This speed is currently the patent of the Luftwaffe. Few aircraft in the world can fly out of this terrible value. Moreover, this speed is not the limit of this aircraft. It is still accelerating and accelerating continuously.

When the distance was pulled close enough, the fighters of the escort formation on the periphery of the American bomber formation immediately discovered the two German fighters with a light blue gas behind them, but their reaction was obviously half a beat slower. After all, in the impression of American pilots, there was no aircraft that could fly out of the speed of the two German planes in front of them.

"Hey! My God! Those two German planes are too fast!" A pilot of an American P-40 fighter jet looked at the two gradually approaching German fighter jets in the distance and shouted in surprise.

"Prepare for the fight! Get ready for the fight! Don't let them get close to the bomber formation! Enemy planes are coming! Battle preparation!" Obviously, the commander of the US escort fighter formation was not in the mood to carefully observe the performance of German fighter jets. He was more concerned about how to prevent the opponent from getting close to the bomber group he protected, and how to use his own numerical advantage to kill the opponent.

Soon more than a dozen American aircraft adjusted their flight posture, as if they were ready to leave the formation to prevent German fighters from approaching their flight formation. However, they obviously underestimated the performance advantages of German aircraft. Before they could prepare, the opponent's fighter jets had already brought the distance to a sufficient distance.

"Try this!" Hartman didn't give the opponent's fighter any face. Relying on the advantage of the 30mm caliber cannon at the 30mm caliber cannon, he fired a three-point shot at the target bomber at a very long distance.

Just as everyone's surprised eyes, the three-round machine cannon shells flew towards a B-17 bomber in a formation with a ballistic similar to a straight line, and instantly made three holes as big as a basketball on the body of the B-17. Before most people could react, these two German planes had already left with a graceful arc in the sky with their terrible speed.

When the US Air Force pilot saw the B-17 bomber with black smoke and constantly decreasing altitude, he realized that the opponent's air combat level did not seem to be on the same plane as them. The opponent fully understood the performance of the weapons in his hand, and had almost reached the point where the human and equipment were perfectly matched. It was able to achieve the continuous completion of attack separation at such an extreme distance, which was definitely not achieved by training alone.

Of course, at this time, no American pilot saw the shooting down record marking symbols representing ten integers under the cockpit of the German aircraft. If they discovered that they were facing the pilot of the German No. 1 ace fighter, they would cry out with joy and celebrate their extraordinary luck.

For three years, the German pilots did not know why when their opponents used 7.7mm caliber aircraft guns, the head of state forced the engineers to stuff a 30mm caliber shaft gun into the plane. When their opponents had 300 or even 500 rounds of ammunition, the German pilots had to carefully use the pitiful 60 rounds of aviation cannon shells in their fighter aircraft.

However, the pilots of the Luftwaffe persisted. They mastered the methods of saving ammunition and achieved a terrible record with this kind of firepower that was a bit too advanced. Now this patience and confusion disappeared in Hartman's mind in an instant. This large-caliber air cannon finally showed its due role at this moment, and also made Hartman understand Akado's painstaking efforts.

It turned out that the head of state had already unknowingly cultivated the ability of the German Air Force to intercept the opponent's strategic bombers. It turned out that hundreds of strategic bombers were flying in formations that covered the sky and covered the sun, and were not impeccable.

Just as Hartman bypassed the American bomber formation and praised the far-sightedness of the head of state, the pilots of the American escort fighter were filled with tears. The enhanced and improved engine of their P-40 fighter was produced to deal with the Japanese Zero fighter. The overall performance was pretty good, but in order to deal with the flexible and fragile Zero fighter, the weapon of this P-40 aircraft is equipped with 6 12.7mm caliber machine guns, which are excellent in fire density and sustainability, but in terms of range and destructive power, they cannot compare with the German 30 and 20mm caliber guns.

Damn German aircraft obviously knew that they were at a disadvantage in number, and would be in trouble when they rushed into the formation of the US escort fighter jets, so they carefully chose the point-fire interference tactic of maximum range, which exposed the problem of the disadvantage of the US aircraft. They all flew around, but they didn't have the chance to fire.

At this time, the US Army Air Fighter Fighter Force had not yet invented the tactic of leaving the escort formation and standing by in higher airspace to launch a secondary assault. They are still using relatively backward accompanying flight escort tactics, and can only launch effective attacks when the opponent's fighter is closer to their own bomber units.

After all, the more advanced high-altitude standby tactics are effective tactics based on the advantage of the number of bomber groups, and their own fighter jets are faster and dive more timely. If the Americans forcefully use the "second entry" higher-altitude independent escort formation to accompany the flight tactics, the only possible result is to watch the faster German aircraft attack the bomber formation and leave.

"The others maintained altitude and speed to continue flying. The 11 fighters of the 2nd Team left me and formed a protective formation on the periphery. There were only two planes on the other side, so don't panic!" The American commander issued an order, and then flew out of the dense bomber formation in his own plane.

Seeing the opponent's fighter jets speed up their flight speed and formed their own flight formation not far away, Hartman raised his mouth: "They are leaving the bomber formation!" No wonder he smiled, because for him, more than a dozen fighter jets were still flocks in the eyes of wolves in terms of number, just prey.

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