Chapter 682

"Emergency! emergency! All fighter pilots go to the standby area immediately! emergency! emergency! All fighter pilots go to the standby area immediately! " In the lounge of a secret military airport in Romania, a sharp alarm rang.

The two pilots, holding glasses, boasted about how many enemy planes they had shot down in which battle. Although they had talked about these achievements many times, they would still be mentioned as usual, just like everyone at a classmate party was willing to talk about the interesting things in the game that they did not know how many times.

When they heard the alarm, they quickly put down their glasses. Although they were not allowed to get drunk while on duty, they still had no problem drinking two mouthfuls of French wine to quench their thirst and brag in the rest room. Two people rushed out of the lounge one by one and ran to the dressing room not far away.

In the corridor, there are already pilots who are wearing black special leather jackets, wearing goggles, wearing armed belts and running to the apron. After all, some people are playing cards in the dressing room, reflecting faster.

"Hell! What happened? The ground radar found the enemy plane? " While opening his locker, he complained loudly that his opponent had disturbed their rest. Although the German pilot swore a lot, his action was not slow. In a moment, he took off his regular clothes and threw them into the cupboard, from which he pulled out a warm jacket.

"It's said that the news is not from the radar station. When I came here, the people from the airport radar station were also gathering in an emergency. It's said that the news came from Turkey, saying that there were a large number of American planes crossing the border." There are well-informed people everywhere, just as there are people who like gossip everywhere.

"American aircraft?" Under normal circumstances, even if the US planes come to attack the Romanian oil fields, they will change their painting and logo and disguise themselves as British planes. Therefore, generally speaking, the German Air Force classifies such air strikes as "British air strikes" rather than "US air strikes". But Turkey obviously does not have this habit, they only rely on their own eyes to distinguish.

"It's said that these planes didn't change the painting, so they flew straight to us." The well-informed German pilot had already put on his own equipment and walked out without any nonsense. After all, it was an emergency assembly. Everyone had to rush to the apron as soon as possible.

Wearing the leather jacket on his body, the pilot was stunned when he heard what the other side said. Then he turned his lips again and said helplessly: "I don't know if I can catch up with the fight. The last time the Americans came, but before our plane arrived, the family members of the anti-aircraft artillery unit beat down more than 20 planes..."

"Hey, hey! This time is different! I was chatting with the beautiful sergeant in the telegraph room. As a result, news came. I saw the contents of the telegram. There are almost 200 planes coming from the United States. How can we call the remaining planes? " Another pilot also put on his clothes and went to the gate. It's no wonder that when he heard the news, he was in a hurry to wear his equipment. This time, it would really add a lot to everyone's shot down record. Who can not be excited?

What happened? Are Americans stupid? Is this a declaration of war? Hundreds of airplanes came to bomb without disguise as British airplanes. Isn't that the rhythm of a complete reversal? The German pilot who heard the news was stunned, and then saw several comrades in arms around him. After hearing the news, they were all wearing their own clothes, so they were also wearing them in a hurry.

By the time everyone had assembled in the assembly preparation room on the edge of the apron, it was nine minutes before the alarm went off. The whole preparation room was full of pilots and commanders. The commander of the flight squadron came into the room with an intelligence book. The scene immediately quieted down. The buzzing of a large number of American aircraft invasion disappeared immediately.

"All planes immediately took off to meet these US planes. For the purpose of military training, the number of planes taking off has been determined to be 150. All pilots in the base participated in this interception operation." The squadron leader looked at all the pilots and saw excitement in their eyes.

Many of them were pilots who had performed well in the front line, otherwise they would not have been selected and deployed in such an important position, but most of the time they could only wait for the Americans to send their planes to die and watch their comrades on other fronts increase their achievements by hundreds.

"More than that, I won't say any more. All the standby pilots began to board and cooperate with the ground crew to carry out the final inspection of the plane. Then it was mounted with special weapons for interception, and all the planes took off in formation to meet the US bomber group. " The squadron leader nodded, as if he was satisfied with the morale of his squadron.

With this order, all the pilots ran to their own planes. The German air defense fighters deployed in this area were all relatively mature fw-190d liquid cooled high altitude interceptors. They used a 30mm caliber machine gun equipped with two 20mm caliber machine guns in the central axis, which was specially used to deal with high altitude bombers, It can be said that it can cause great damage to the American B-17 bombers with thick skin and meat.

In addition, the German high altitude interceptor fighter can carry a kind of rocket, which can disrupt the defense formation of the other side and disperse the formation of the other side's bombers when launched in batches. This kind of weapon was used when Germany intercepted British planes to retaliate against bombing Berlin, and the effect was very good, so it has been used up to now. One by one, the fw-190d fighters began to run in the middle of the runway on the airport. With the buzzing of the propeller driven by the engine, one by one German planes with iron cross marks on their wings began to take off. Then they formed a neat line in the sky not far away, taking four planes as a column and flying towards the distant sky. And there, more planes are gathering, like swarms of locusts. Just as the German planes took off to intercept the American bombers, the American bombers from the black coast flew over Crimea. These bombers carried a large number of bombs, and were escorted by 60 new P-40 engine enhanced fighter planes, which were fiercely killed in the direction of Romanian oil fields. Khrushchev and marshal voroshrov looked up and saw the American bombers flying over their heads. They were filled with unspeakable sadness. Now they are in a terrible situation: at least the Soviet Union won the war, and they will be hanged by Stalin on the Red Square as an example; Even if the Germans win, their fate is not so good. It is estimated that they will die in prison. However, the two of them still leaned against a big tree with withered leaves and looked up at the blue sky. There were American B-17 bombers in dense formation. These bombers were going to bomb the German oil facilities and destroy the German war potential. The wings of these war equipment are painted with white pentagram, which looks different from the Red Pentagram of the Soviet Union, because there is a blue round background outside the white pentagram, and two white horizontal bars are added on both sides of the circle - this is the logo of the U.S. Army aviation, which Khrushchev and voroshrov both know. Almost at the same time, the attention grabbing B-17 bombers from the south to the North began throwing a secret weapon, chaff, from their own aircraft's magazine, which could jam the radar beam. This kind of thing can make the radar unable to detect the U.S. military targets in the area, including specific information such as speed and quantity. On the ground, German troops were deployed in an outpost radar station in Bulgaria. A radar operator looked at a white screen interfering with snowflakes. He reluctantly looked back and looked at his officer: "the enemy has found the jamming effect of chaff on radar. They are using chaff to interfere with our detection, Now I can't confirm the current course, altitude and speed of these planes. "“ It relies on the original measured data for speculative calculation, and then sends the message back to the second level radar observation station in Romania. " The German officer of the radar station was obviously very depressed that the Americans had found a way to jam the radar, so he deployed the combat command with a heavy voice: "continue to monitor the target flight area, the chaff can't exist all the time, sooner or later they will show their tail!" The call went back to the air defense command in Romania, and then a major general with a moustache grabbed the phone in front of him and said respectfully, "general Catherine? I'm garland from the Romanian air defense command, and the Americans threw chaff in the radar surveillance area... Yes! They jammed our radar surveillance, and they didn't change their flight path. They're still approaching Romania! Yes, the plane has taken off and contact is expected soon. "“ The American action this time is a little strange, I think they will not only have chaff as a backhand! I don't care what you do, make sure that none of the American bombers can enter Romania! " On the other side of the phone, Catherine's voice came with a trace of dignity. After all, it is related to more than half of the German oil resources. No one can be careless.