Continuously dodging the German ground artillery fire, Zhou Zhihan discovered another strange thing. There were seven or eight bombers dropping bombs at almost the same altitude as he just now, but only a handful of artillery fire hit them.
How is this going?
The navigator also cursed bitterly: "Damn it! Why are the German artillery fire staring at us like flies? Are we a piece of smelly meat that can fly?"
During the ascent, Zhou Zhihan made an incredible jump and then rolled sideways on the pressure bar. The bomber barely managed to avoid more than a dozen shells, scaring all the crew members into yelling and cursing the damn Germans.
He just wanted to lift the bomber up into the clouds to avoid it, but was forced by ground fire to roll over to avoid it and returned to the previous height.
"God! The bomber was actually pulled up and jumped like a fighter jet. There is no doubt that the pilot of this bomber is Colonel Zhou!"
"This is the first time I've seen someone using a bomber to fly out of a fighter jet. Isn't the Allies' No. 1 ace afraid that the bomber will fall apart?"
"Shut up, if you can, you can scatter the bombers..."
"That's right... If you had done these maneuvers, you would have fallen headlong, let alone avoid the ground artillery fire at the same time... Oh, by the way, why are the artillery fires of these damn Germans biting the number one ace and not letting go? Is it possible? Is there any markings on his bomber?"
Most of the ground anti-aircraft fire was attracted by Zhou Zhihan, and the British pilots were not under any pressure at all. Looking at the bomber that was being flown as a fighter, they couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Most of the German ground artillery fire followed Zhou Zhihan's bomber in several waves, and a gap in the defense immediately appeared. This gave other bombers an opportunity to take advantage. The pilots lowered their altitude and rained down aerial bombs on the German artillery positions and nearby areas. Everyone knew that if the artillery position was not destroyed, every bomber that dropped bombs would be shot down.
London was bombed on the night of the 24th, and most British pilots felt guilty, although it was not their fault who had tried their best.
Now they are bombing Berlin tit for tat, and everyone is pouring down the fire with rage and hatred.
Aerial bombs fell one after another, falling between the artillery positions and searchlights, setting off a bloody storm, forcing the commander of the German artillery positions to order a balance of firepower and a comprehensive defense. The door could not be opened just because of a bomber, and this continued. , the British bomber regiment will be destroyed.
Under the full attack of the British aircraft fleet, the German anti-aircraft fire could only be dispersed. This immediately gave Zhou Zhihan a chance to breathe. He pulled the nose of the plane upward with all his strength, climbed into the air and entered the clouds with an arc maneuver to escape the attack. The further away from gunfire, the safer you are.
On the ground, most shops and houses were hit by bomber fire. The German people were caught off guard and suffered a devastating disaster. Many people fled in all directions on the ground. The bombs dropped by the bombers made a blood-curdling scream, which made people who had never practiced before The people who were hit by the air raid were even more panicked.
The bomber pilots didn't care who the bombs were dropped on. Countless British people were killed and injured when the Luftwaffe bombed London. They came to take revenge today and just wanted to hit the bombs hard. The more casualties on the ground, the more hatred they felt in their hearts. .
"Everyone, launch one last wave of bombs and then we get out of here."
Zhou Zhihan's underwear was almost soaked with sweat. Knowing that he could not stay here for long, he ordered all the pilots to drop bombs for the last time and return immediately after dropping the bombs. There was a German fighter group at the airport next to Berlin, but they never dreamed that the British would come in the middle of the night and it was too late. take off.
The pilots who came for the long-distance attack today are all experienced and experienced in hundreds of battles. They had already dispersed before dropping the bombs. After receiving the order from the commander-in-chief, they dived and dropped the bombs together. This time, no matter how many bombs were left, they all dropped them.
Although the German ground air defense force suffered a sudden attack, more than half of it was damaged, the air defense power was greatly reduced, and the army was about to be defeated. However, when Zhou Zhihan flew the bomber down into the clouds again, the few remaining German ground artillery fires were like a meteor shower all over the sky. come over.
"How is this going?"
Zhou Zhihan dodged and moved between the gunfire, with countless questions popping up in his mind.
Several crew members even cursed loudly. Could it be that their bomber was really just a piece of rotten meat that specially attracted flies?
In the last wave of bombing, all the British bombers flew in all directions as they lifted up. After entering the clouds, they immediately gathered in the direction given by the compass. All the bombers that arrived at the designated position first consciously formed the Lu's defense formation. Each squadron leader asked the team members to report Count the number of people and then report the number of people in each team to Zhou Zhihan.
Miracle!
The four bomber squadrons that came to bomb Berlin this time did not lose a single soldier.
Zhou Zhihan ordered to return quickly.
It won't be long before German fighter jets will fly over Berlin.
On the return flight, the pilots looked back at Berlin, which had turned into a sea of flames and a hell on earth, and screamed with excitement. The machine gunners took photos one after another and took them back to commemorate the people who died when London was bombed.
Zhou Zhihan led the bomber group quickly through the sky over the Netherlands on the way back. After entering the strait, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, the sky was dark and the clouds were low. The German fighter groups did not pursue them, and the German fighter jets stationed at various airports in France were beyond their reach. .
At dawn, all the bombers successfully returned to the skies over the UK. It was already bright when they landed at the airport. The airport was already crowded with reporters who had heard the news, and their cameras were shining, recording this great moment of victory.
When getting off the plane, the flare gun tied to Zhou Zhihan's leather boots accidentally fell off and rolled under the belly of the bomber. Zhou Zhihan took off his gloves, bent down and got into the belly of the plane, picked up the flare gun and put it away, then put on his gloves. , preparing to be interviewed by reporters.
Coming out from under the belly of the fuselage, Julia Kristeva was already waiting for him with a smile on her face. Under the rising sun, she was beautiful and generous, with a graceful figure, affectionate eyebrows, and flowing eyes.
Zhou Zhihan, as the commander of today's bombing of Berlin, was naturally the target of reporters' interviews.
Surrounded by reporters, Zhou Zhihan's eyes never left the bomber he had just flown, which was now being driven to the camouflage area by the ground crew for parking...
After everything was handed over, Zhou Zhihan flew the A214 Spitfire back to the Allied Forces. After landing at the airport, he drove the plane under a camouflage net and hid it. He briefly chatted with the ground staff before returning to his residence, locked the door, and put the The thick curtains were all closed, and the light in the room was very dark. I walked to the even darker bathroom, took out a small flashlight, turned it on, and then carefully took off my gloves.
Under the flashlight light, his palms were full of fluorescent lights.
Turn the lining of the glove over, and under the light of a flashlight, there are also fluorescent spots.
No wonder when he dropped bombs over Berlin, the anti-aircraft guns on the ground were like tarsal maggots with eyes, following his bombers and firing. It turned out that under the illumination of the ground lights, the belly of his bombers reflected light, and the Germans thought it was a bomb. The target drone blasted.
The bomber returned to land. When he got off the plane, Zhou Zhihan deliberately let the flare gun fall and roll onto the belly of the bomber. When he went to pick up the gun from the belly of the bomber, he naturally stretched out his hand to hold the fuselage to prevent bumping his head. After picking up the flare gun, he quickly put on his gloves. .
A chill rushed into Zhou Zhihan's heart. As expected, someone wanted to kill him with the help of the Germans.
