A German fw-190d roared its engine and passed by an American b-17 bomber. At this time, the weapons on the American bomber were aiming at other German fighters on the other side. Before the American shooters in the self-defense turret readjust their shooting angle, the German fighter that passed the bomber had already left a row of bullet holes on the fuselage of its target.

With the dense and violent bangs, the bomber's thick skin was penetrated by the shells, and metal fragments rushed across the entire plane, jingling on the steel plates that protected members. However, although these thick steel plates blocked the splashing fragments, they could not block the warhead with more kinetic energy.

So the originally thick steel plates were easily penetrated. These excessive air cannon shells when dealing with fighters immediately showed extraordinary effects when they hit American bombers. They could be said to be tailor-made and easily caused huge damage to American bombers.

A shell wrapped in a large amount of metal debris, pierced through the steel plate for protection, pierced the pilot's lungs, and smashed the aircraft's instrument panel. After that, it still did not stop, pierced through the floor and then pierced through the armor behind the protective head aimed at the cabin, breaking all kinds of things inside.

"Someone was shot! The plane was penetrated! I must lower the altitude! I must lower the altitude!" In the cockpit, looking at his co-pilot's face full of blood paralyzed on his chair, the captain was so scared that he quickly swung his joystick. The dashboard was covered with blood, and there was a hole in the co-pilot's position where the electric sparks were constantly ejected.

The turret on the back of the aircraft was still firing on fire to cover its plane, but the B-17, which had a row of holes on the fuselage, was still seriously injured by a German fighter. It slowly dropped its height, hoping to stabilize its injured plane and allow it to fly back to the ground safely.

Unfortunately, the German pilot obviously did not want to give him this opportunity. Another German fighter jet painted in gray camouflage passed by the plane, and the black iron cross on the wings was clearly visible. The plane bypassed the b-17 bomber that had begun to descend and had smoked green, leaving another row of conspicuous bullet holes on its wings.

So the engine of the b-17 bomber began to burn and pour out thick smoke. Its flap was torn apart by the airflow due to its structural damage. The thick smoke began to gush out of its engine, and the flames rushed out of the gap. It was obvious that this combustion could not be extinguished.

Just as the pilot on this plane watched the German plane go away from him in despair, a few hundred meters away, two German fighters had already completed diving and shot down another huge b-17 bomber. The American radio communication channel was in chaos, everyone was screaming and cursing, and the entire American bomber formation became increasingly chaotic, and resistance became increasingly unruly.

Everything was messed up, and there were scenes of German planes chasing American planes everywhere. American pilots began to fly randomly without formation, which also caused trouble for the Germans' strangle operations. The planes flying everywhere also brought chaos to the Germans. German planes originally from various flight squadrons lacked unified command, but now they are in chaos, and there is no way to command them uniformly. Many fighter troops chased several planes, and then shot down these American planes and found that they had left their troops and could not find other enemies.

What is even more depressing is that because of the melee, many times the two planes bit each other's tail and chased each other for a long time, they found that the two planes were actually German planes. They had to laugh at each other and then go to trouble other American fighters.

Although the whole sky was in chaos, the most conspicuous one was Hartman's black tulip-coated fighter. The plane rushed around the largest group of the Allied forces, and suddenly opened fire and shot down an American fighter that was still fighting stubbornly. The P-40 fighter still had a fight in the battle with the Japanese Zero fighter. Moreover, the Americans relied on the parameters and indicators provided by Germany to formulate corresponding tactics, so they once made up for the disadvantage in air combat. However, today they finally saw the world's top fighter and realized that the gap was so big.

Because the desert climate is a huge test for the engines of fighter jets and tanks, the Luftwaffe has not sent its most advanced Ta-152 fighter to Africa for considerations such as confidentiality and maintenance capabilities of fighter jets. Therefore, this is the first time that American pilots have seen the pinnacle of this piston fighter today, and at this moment, they also know how fast and powerful German fighter jets are.

Before, they were mocking the Soviet pilots as a group of idiots. Even the P-40 fighter jets that received assistance were unable to reverse the situation on the Eastern Front. Now they realized that they had wronged their Soviet counterparts. These German ace pilots were really like gods descending to earth, and were invincible powerful beings.

During the melee, American fighter pilots also showed a strong side. They had more fighting will and combat ability than the shooters on the bomber. At least in this case, several American fighters still achieved results and shot down several German aircraft. The tacit understanding between them was a huge difference compared to the pilots the Germans had encountered before. At least they now have the level of British pilots over London, and the fighters they had were much more advanced than those British hurricanes.

Just as the American aircraft formation began to despair and was on the verge of collapse, another huge aircraft formation appeared on the other end of the sky. At least hundreds of aircraft appeared at the height of the clouds, and these aircraft could tell at a glance that they were not German equipment.

The huge wings were painted with red pentagrams, and the escorted fighters were also all P-40 fighters, with red pentagrams on them. These aircraft belonged to the Soviet Air Force and were the slower Soviet bomber formations that carried out the second wave of bombing.

"It seems that today we are destined to fill in our records!" Hartman flew his plane, bypassed a b-17 bomber that was catching fire and burning, and gently pulled the joystick, allowing the plane to rush towards the flying enemy aircraft formation again.

This time he was no longer weak, because behind him, there were 50 German fighter jets. They were ordered to defend the oil equipment not far behind him. At least in the sky, at least here, if you want to fly over the area controlled by the Luftwaffe, you must pay a heavy price!

"Didn't it mean that the Americans inevitably attracted the main force of the Luftwaffe? How could there be so many German fighters here?" The commander on a Soviet fighter looked at the burning sky in the distance, watched the huge b-17 bomber falling from the sky with a rolling smoke, frowned, and asked, but obviously no one could answer this question clearly, and they could not turn around and escape back to the Soviet side.

"Avoid American fighters and bombers, everyone is ready for battle! We walked through the war zone from the other direction. We were different from the Americans' radio channels, and no one could speak English... There was no way to contact us." He issued a combat order, and then he saw several German planes diving from the sky, opening a new battle prelude here.

"Long live the motherland! Long live Comrade Stalin! For the motherland! Fight!" Flying the P-40 fighter, the Soviet pilots were also carefully selected elites, and at least they still had the courage to fight head-on with German fighters. However, when they saw a black tulip painted on the nose of the German fighter rushing towards them, they immediately subconsciously made dodging moves.

American pilots may not know such a guy. Even if they think the other party is powerful, they can continue to fight. However, the Soviet pilots knew what the black tulips on the Eastern Front meant. Speaking of which, many of the Soviet pilots who could participate in the exhibition became elite pilots because they escaped from the hands of this plane.

Only those who have fought with him can know how powerful this plane is, and only when it bites its tail with incredible movements and then smashes it into pieces. So naturally, I don’t know who it is in the Soviet fighter channel, and I exclaimed: “My God! It’s the Black Death!”

Although in an instant, the Soviet pilots all had an urge to turn around and escape, they quickly crawled out of their fear. After all, when they came, they were told the importance of this operation. The instructions given by their superiors were very clear: "Only success, no failure!" If they just escaped like this, not only would they be held accountable, but even their relatives might be sentenced to Siberia. In short, the Soviet Union now likes to send people to that place.

Obviously, for those who have seen their companions be captured by law enforcement teams, that kind of fear is not much different from facing death. So the Soviet fighter pilot mustered up the courage to control his plane, raise his nose, and accelerated toward the direction of the German fighter.
Chapter completed!