New World War II Eagle Strikes the Sky

At 7000m it's pretty cold, especially in the glass turret.Ximan was already shivering from the cold, but he still performed his duties seriously, looking around nervously.Suddenly a group of small black dots appeared in his field of vision.

"Straight ahead, we've spotted an enemy plane!" Due to nervousness, Seaman's voice changed a bit.

These small black dots keep getting bigger in Seaman's perspective.Seaman tightly held the handle of the machine gun with both hands, and frantically fired at the target. What identified the aircraft model and judged the distance were all thrown to Java.

However, the stimulation Seaman received was nothing compared to the stimulation received by the bomber pilot Laudrup.An f4u painted with German livery was tumbling irregularly while spewing flames (blank bombs) and getting bigger in his front window.

"These damned lunatics! We're about to crash!" Laudrup cursed, trying to dodge quickly, and the F4U almost brushed past his B-17.

"It's dangerous, nainai lunatic!" But Laudrup didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and he was in a hurry again.Just as he pushed the rudder to dodge, a bomber next to him also made a rudder to dodge, but the direction was completely opposite to his!All of a sudden, there was an immediate danger of a collision between the two bombers.Laudrup hurriedly pedaled the rudder again to dodge.

Although his evasive action avoided the tragedy of the mid-air collision of the bombers, the entire formation was thrown into chaos.This corner of Laudrup became an obvious breach, and many "Inverse Cross" fighters rushed in from here, disrupting the entire formation.

"As I said, we'll break up the formation of these idiots on the first assault," the Pole shouted over the radio.

"There's nothing to be happy about, these idiots are all Americans!"

Dad's words made all the "Reverse Cross" people quiet down.Yes, these idiots are all Americans, if this is really a battlefield, if they are all Germans, a huge defeat is probably inevitable.

A box had already been broken up, and the "Reverse Cross" launched round after round of attacks on these bombers that had lost the protection of the formation, making them always tired of dodging and unable to recover and restore the formation.

A dive, and then quickly pulled up, Ron was sure that he had at least hit the bomber in front of him with several shells. If it was a real air battle, the bomber might have been shot down several times.For now, however, the results of the attack cannot be confirmed until the pictures in the camera guns have been developed and interpreted.

Just when a box-shaped formation had been completely broken up, and it was estimated that all the aircraft in it might have been shot down, another relatively intact b-17 box-shaped formation was already close to the virtual attack target.

"Disperse the formation and prepare to drop bombs." The commander of the 385th Bomber Group issued an order, and there seemed to be a sigh in his voice.He already knew that his subordinates were all rookies, and it was almost hopeless to withstand the attack of such a large group of aces, but the rapid collapse of the left wing formation was beyond his expectations.

"Fortunately, they are not real Germans, and this is not a real battlefield. There is another chance." The commander can only think so now.

The commander knows that when the three-dimensional box formation is expanded into a single-layer dense formation when dropping bombs, the bomber fleet is most vulnerable. The "Reverse Cross" will definitely not give up such an opportunity. I really don't know the final result. In the end, there were still a few planes that "survived".

Things were just as the commander expected. When the box formation dispersed, the bomber group was immediately besieged by the "Reverse Cross".According to the original process, after the bomb is dropped, the opened boxes should be closed immediately, but now, under the impact of the "Inverse Cross" fighter jets, not to mention closing into the original box formation, even maintaining the existing single-layer dense formation Teams can't do it.

"Damn, you're so ruthless, don't you plan to keep one of them? This is troublesome, how much effort will I have to work to boost their morale again!" Someone wailed in his heart.

However, although the "Reverse Cross" attack was ferocious, it didn't last long.Soon these guys quickly left the battle by swooping.Then these fighter jets flew in a strict V-shaped formation to the bomber group that had been restored to a box formation, and flew level with them for a while, then shook their wings and left quickly.

……

The 385 bombers of the 24th Bomber Group landed on the battlefield one after another.All the rookies were very depressed, and they knew that their formation was completely broken up with one attack, and such results would not be better anyway.And most of those rookie machine gunners also know that the chance of hitting the enemy is really very low, because under the tension just now, everyone completely forgot the elements of those shots, and whether they can hit the enemy is basically the same. It's not about technology, it's about character.

But at least at this time, they are still full of hope-although we were beaten badly, maybe, maybe the loss of "Reverse Cross" is not small.Every rookie is anxiously waiting for the development and interpretation of those photos in the camera gun.This feeling is like a student who didn't study hard at ordinary times. After filling in some answers randomly in the face of a test paper that he can't understand at all, he knows that his grades will not be very good, but he hopes that his character will explode. .

It's just that the expected outbreak of character didn't happen. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, all the photos were developed.By the afternoon of the second day, the interpretation results came out: 385 of the 24 bombers of the 12 Bomber Brigade were shot down before the bombs were dropped, and 6 were shot down after the bombs were dropped, and the remaining 6 bombers suffered varying degrees of damage.The self-defense firepower of the bomber only achieved the result of damaging 4 enemy aircraft.

"It's impossible!" Some rookies couldn't stand it immediately.

"They cheated, it must be like this!" someone said convincingly.

"The photos are all there, both theirs and ours. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself." The commander looked calm.

A lot of photos were taken out of several large packages, and then spread out one by one on the table, stool, bed and even the floor.All the rookies are lying there studying those photos with full of anger and unwillingness.But gradually, anger turned into sorrow, unwillingness turned into despair.Although the interpretation of several photos by rookies is still a bit controversial, everyone knows it. "Reverse Cross" is absolutely not fake.If it is an air battle with real guns and real guns, the result can only be like this.

The entire barracks was as quiet as a cemetery, and the vast majority of people suddenly turned into empty shells that lost their souls.Even the dinner bell had lost its usual power.

"What's the matter, lads? Didn't this knock you down without a storm? Yes, we lost badly, but, isn't Jesse Owens invincible the first time he hits the track? Doesn't he end up Became a world champion? Besides, those guys, including their captain Ron, the guy with the highest number of shots down in the United States, was also shot down by Ri himself back then? If it wasn't for luck, he was rescued by a submarine, what the hell How can we have a chance to be strong in front of us? Keep your spirits up, boys, we failed once, but we still have a chance, and we still have time! We will grow up, from rookies to eagles!"

The commander stared at his soldiers with piercing eyes, and continued to cheer for them:

"Our problems this time are brought about by youth, but youth also means hope. Would you like to hear the evaluation of your performance by the veterans of 'Reverse Cross'?"

"What did they say?" Someone finally raised his head and responded.

Seeing someone responding, the commander secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He took out a letter from his pocket like a magic trick, unfolded it in public, then cleared his throat, and read it aloud:

"Lieutenant Colonel Carl, congratulations.

Yesterday's exercise proved that your soldiers are some brave fighters. Even when the formation was broken, they still bravely persisted in fighting, and successfully dropped bombs on the target to complete the assault.We admire this brave and tenacious spirit.Although due to experience issues, some of their performances are not particularly good, but I believe that a team with such a brave and tenacious fighting spirit will grow up quickly and become a real eagle!

With the highest battle salute

your friend Ron"

"Did they really say that?" Many team members raised their heads, and in their eyes, Lieutenant Colonel Karl saw the rekindled flame.

"Is this still fake? But they also specifically mentioned the areas we need to improve, a large folder. If we can get rid of these problems, we will definitely make great progress."

"Where is that document, sir, show us quickly!"

"The papers are in my office, but I can't show them to you right now—you won't be able to read them until after dinner. Now I order, everyone, to file and run to the cafeteria!"

The soldiers all left the barracks and ran to the mess hall.The commander also let out a sigh of relief.When he was walking slowly towards the cafeteria, the deputy who had been staying by the side said:

"Sir, your speech was really good, but you may have made a mistake about one thing. Jesse Owens has indeed been invincible since his debut."

"Ah, really? I..."

In the restaurant, Chef Smechel is talking to Chef Yashin:

"It's really strange today. Why don't those guys from the 385th Bomber Brigade come to eat? It's really rare to be so inactive about eating."

"Hehe," Yassin replied with a smile, "It's normal. I heard that the results of the competition came out, and they were badly repaired by those gangsters. I'm afraid they won't be able to eat anymore."

"Ah, isn't the high-standard food cooked today, such as octopus, all in vain?"

"No, they'll come—do you see this coming?"

In the distance, a group of guys lined up neatly, singing military songs, and ran towards the restaurant.

Smechel rubbed his eyes: "Yasin, look at their appearance—did they really lose?"