Imperial Overlord

: Three hundred and eighty-two soaring nightingales

"Yingying No. 1 Ying No. 1! I'm following behind you! I'm following behind you!" In the cabin with no lights at all, the pilot's voice echoed with the roar of the engine.

If you don't look carefully, you may not find out that there are countless planes sailing in formation above the sea.

In order not to collide with each other, the night lights of these planes flashed from time to time, which was the only light to prove their existence.

Without any light at all, the German JU-88 night fighter has flown into the attack position. These ghosts from the night have appeared on the stage of human war for the first time.

"No. 2 Nightingale! I've entered the attacking position! I have entered the attacking position!" Soon, the reply of No. 1 Nightingale came from the earphones.

The latest design and production of the JU-88 night fighter is equipped with powerful night attack firepower. In addition to installing a full four 20mm caliber cannons on the nose, it also has an oblique music weapon system.

This weapon system is a cannon system that is fixed on the back of the aircraft and fires obliquely upward. With this weapon system, the aircraft can obtain a safe attack position without flying to dangerous places.

In real history, when German night fighters equipped with oblique tunes appeared near Berlin, the losses of Allied bombers instantly rose by a fifth!

Because of the appearance of the oblique music, the Allied night bombers jumped into the tactical disadvantage, and even packed a lot of bombing plans.

"I'm ready and ready to fire!" the pilot radioed after confirming the plane's status.

"The Nightingale Force The Yingying Force *starts to attack*starts to attack!" The commander shouted the order to attack in the headset, and then the whole battle became noisy.

"Fire*fire!" Amidst the noise, there were shouts everywhere in the earphones. This was the nightingale troop's first actual combat attack, so the pilot's shout was a little nervous.

"Tutu; Tutu!" The dull sound of machine guns echoed in the night sky, mixed with the sound of the engine, and the entire battlefield immediately boiled.

The dull sound of the machine gun made everyone's chest feel tight. Because the use of tracer rounds was strictly prohibited, even the German pilots in charge of the attack could not see their bullets flying towards the target.

Everything was submerged in the dark night where almost nothing could be seen, and everything seemed to be covered by a curtain.

As the first carefully developed night fighter, the JU-88 is much more professional than the ME-110.

All the weapons of this aircraft are installed behind the pilot's line of sight. In this way, when the aircraft is firing, the muzzle flames spit out will not let the strong light temporarily blind the pilot's sight.

The four cannons mounted together, and the large amount of ammunition they carry, provide the JU-88 with formidable firepower.

When the nightingales opened fire, above their heads, those British Air Force pilots who didn't know that their disaster was imminent were still working hard to control their flight formation.

"Hey No. 3 was hit by something!" The navigator on a plane, watching the A-20 bomber not far away from bursting into flames, said to the pilot next to him in horror.

The pilot of this plane looked at the friendly aircraft that exploded in the direction of the wingtips extending outwards, so frightened that he forgot to close his mouth.

Then, he saw that in front of him, on the co-pilot seat beside him, the navigator was hit by a bullet and turned into a **** corpse.

Before he had time to shout, he felt that his plane lost control, cold wind poured into the cabin of the plane, and then a violent roll followed.

Flying in the driver's seat of another A-20 aircraft behind the A-20 bomber, the two British pilots saw the plane piloted by their comrade-in-arms break in two in the air.

Hit by a 20mm cannon, the entire nose of that plane fell off the fuselage. The nose rolled and fell, and the fuselage exploded in the air.

"Damn it!" The pilot of the A-20 bomber behind him yelled cursing while driving his own plane, dodging various parts that were shattered by the explosion.

And on his co-pilot, the navigator was also screaming: "We were attacked! We were attacked by the Germans!"

Without his hysterical shouting, almost everyone knew that he had encountered the mysterious German night fighter force.

According to the few pilots who survived the bombing of German-occupied areas, these demons from the night were more terrifying than ground anti-aircraft fire.

The opponents would rush in from all directions and strafe the entire fleet with large-caliber machine guns. Those guys were able to pinpoint targets in the night sky and shoot down poor British bombers.

"I can't see the tracer shells {in which direction are they attacking?" the shooter controlling the self-defense machine gun asked nervously with the microphone.

He was ordered to defend with the machine gun in his hand, but he couldn't see any target except the dark night sky.

Now this situation is probably the most frustrating situation - the enemy is constantly attacking, and the person being beaten can't even see where the enemy is, let alone fight back.

"I have to get out of here! We have to get out of here!" a young pilot shouted loudly over the radio, looking like he was on the verge of collapse.

Beside the shouting pilot, the equally nervous navigator comforted him loudly, hoping that he would not do anything stupid: "Don't change the flight direction easily {don't make big maneuvers!"

The pilot on the opposite side didn't seem to hear the navigator's shout at all and pulled the stick to get his plane to turn.

The plane began to turn obediently, and then crashed into another friendly aircraft flying next to him. The two planes collided, the wings broke, and the entire fuselage exploded.

Farther away, in the Hampton bomber formation, this huge explosion could be seen, and everyone was too frightened to speak.

"Where are the Germans? I can't see them!" The pilot shouted frantically while driving his own plane, trying to keep the plane on a fixed route.

Everyone is looking for those demons that soar in the night sky like vampires. After another A-20 exploded in the air, the flames finally let the British pilot on the side see a flash of enemy aircraft wings.

On the wing that flashed by, the black iron cross was cold and depressed. The British pilot who had seen the Iron Cross swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he had seen the bloodless face of a devil.

"Here they are {here they are!" In the earphones, it was this useless cry. The entire bomber formation was a mess, and the planes fell one after another.

On the radio channels of the German night fighter unit, it was much more deserted. After attacking an enemy plane, a pilot who adjusted his position reported the enemy's information to the ground tower.

After he coughed, he said, "Ground command center, ground command center, the enemy's flight altitude is 5,500 rows and 5,500 rows! No change!"

On the ground of the port of Brest, all the anti-aircraft artillery positions that were waiting in line had adjusted their shells and set the fuze of the shells at an altitude of 5,500.

However, from the daytime to the present time, hundreds of anti-aircraft guns have yet to get a chance to fire.

While these anti-aircraft gun positions waited patiently, above the sky, groups of Luftwaffe ME-110 fighter jets had joined the battle group from all directions.

Compared with the elusive, professional night fighter JU-88 with oblique music, these temporary modified ME-110 fighters are less mysterious.

Breathing tongues of flame, they opened fire on the British bomber fleet, and in just a split second, they shot down more than a dozen RAF bombers.

The destructive power caused by thirty or forty night fighters was absolutely unbearable for a formation composed of a dozen bombers.

Soon, the British bomber unit began to collapse, and then the slightly messy formation ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ disintegrated in an instant.

"Avoid here!" In the bumpy aircraft cabin, the officers in command of the British frontline were completely desperate for the bombing.

It was a desperate slaughter, and the British night bomber unit, without even the ability to fight back, was beaten to the brink.

Faced with the already large German night fighter force, the British pilots even preferred to bomb during the day - at least, when they faced the enemy, they had the opportunity to open fire.

As for the fact that although they are still firing continuously, apart from strafing everywhere to embolden themselves, it is more difficult to hit the German plane than to hit the wing of the friendly army.

Not to mention tearing apart the defensive line of German night fighters in front of you, and then dropping bombs on the port of Brest. He really doubted that he immediately turned around and had a chance to fly back to the British mainland.

After hearing the order, the British pilots, who had already collapsed, immediately drove their planes to return home.

However, it is obviously equipped with radar, a large number of artillery, and German night fighters with a longer range, and they do not intend to easily let go of these fat meat.

The higher-speed JU-88 continued to pursue and kill, and the ME-110 also launched an attack around it. It almost sent the British Royal Air Force bomber formation to the vicinity of the British mainland coastline, and then returned home angrily.

Only about one-third of the British bombers returned, and many of them were still bruised. This time the British lost so clearly that even Churchill was too lazy to hide it.

The attack during the day lost more than 200 pilots, and about 100 were picked up at night; in the course of the day, both attacks failed, and Britain turned half of its pilots into German prisoners of war, or garlands on coffins

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