Imperial Overlord

"I was still thinking, what are you doing with so many new bombs..." On the bumpy plane, the German bombardier shouted loudly.

In a noisy environment, he has to speak loudly, which is an occupational disease that may never be cured in this life.

The plane of this era is indeed not as comfortable and quiet as the plane of the future, so communication basically relies on roaring.

Only by shouting loudly can the sound reach the pilot's ears through the noisy earphones. Only by shouting can you accurately express every word you want to say.

"I know now... In order to gather so many bombs, I heard that even Army Group B used ordinary bombs to storm Kursk." The pilot said proudly.

These pilots have flown hundreds or even thousands of hours, are sophisticated and skilled, and know every detail of their aircraft.

Every bomber pilot is carefully trained and exposed to this type of aircraft from the very beginning.

After all, the plane they control is also the most powerful bomber of this era - the JU-118 bomber, a copy of the American B-17.

This kind of aircraft has a huge range, and it can also carry a large number of terrifying bombs to complete carpet bombing.

What is even more frightening is that this kind of aircraft can fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters that most fighter jets cannot reach, avoiding the interception of 90% of anti-aircraft guns.

The most terrible thing is that once there are more such aircraft, they can turn elegant air combat into brutal hand-to-hand attrition war, so that the weak side has to bear equal or even slightly larger losses.

Now, a full 300 JU-118 bombers, divided into three echelons, are flying to their respective targets.

All the targets were on the Kerch Peninsula, and the bombers were ordered to destroy them and make them "historic".

They do have this capability, and at least a third of the 300 bombers carry the latest napalm bombs that vaporize the air and burn everything.

After testing, these napalm bombs are definitely a weapon to destroy bunkers. At least in this era, the power of this kind of bomb is sky-high.

In the Crimea region, it is not known that so many big guys are flying towards it in the gray dawn just to destroy it.

At the foot of these JU-118 strategic bombers, there are also 200 JU-88 bombers with ordinary bombs. Their attack targets are relatively simple, some are going to Sevastopol, and some are going to the surrounding airports.

"Queen Bee! Queen Bee! I am a poisonous bee! I am a poisonous bee! The time has come! We must return! Good luck!" The sky was already white at this time, and there was a new sound in the earphones.

70 night fighter ME-110s, which took off as **** fighters, issued a warning to return as they approached the Crimean Peninsula.

They're night fighters, and they don't have the slightest advantage in daytime combat. So they can only **** here and retreat as planned.

For short-legged Luftwaffe fighter units, taking off and escorting from near Odessa and approaching Sevastopol was still too much.

Moreover, this is a night take-off mission, and day fighters cannot take off to **** bombers in night formations. Not even the more advanced TA-152 fighter!

As the news was confirmed, the ME-110 night fighters that had been flying near the JU-88 bombers turned around and left the huge formation.

In the distance, the land of the Crimea Peninsula has appeared in front of all German bomber pilots.

"We lost the **** of the fighter jets! Attention all formations! Strengthen your vigilance!" The officer in charge of the frontline command loudly ordered over the radio.

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"Did you hear anything?" Leaning on the sandbag, a Soviet soldier asked his comrades beside him.

"Shut up! Last night, the fleet alarm made a noise, can you let me sleep peacefully for a while?" Another Soviet soldier who was also leaning on the sandbag murmured reluctantly.

Since last night, all the Soviet ships have left one after another. The whistle and siren sounded throughout the night, so the sentinels on duty were very irritable.

Now I can finally sleep for a while before the shift, and of course no one wants to be disturbed. So after whispering, he turned over and moved away from the comrades who disturbed his sleep.

Then, he felt the annoying sound. As if someone had poked a hornet's nest, the dense buzzing around his ears made him unable to sleep at all.

With a hint of anger, he struggled to sit up, squinting to look at the sky that had not yet fully lit up, and found that the top of his head was already full of planes like a swarm of bees.

"De... De..." He pointed to the plane in the sky, wanted to shout but couldn't because of too much fear.

"The German plane!" was his comrade-in-arms, who called out for him at a critical moment: "Air strike! Air strike!"

After the fall of Odessa, the Luftwaffe did not systematically bomb Sevastopol. Even knowing that there was a Soviet battleship there, the Luftwaffe had been patient and never launched a decent attack.

Occasionally only a few planes flew symbolically over the Crimea to scout or hurriedly drop a few bombs, then turned and walked away.

But today, just today, the German bombers that covered the sky appeared in the Crimea, and then opened their bomb bay doors to the screams of fear from the Soviets.

The sound of the air defense alarm sounded abruptly, and then within a minute, the Soviet anti-aircraft gun positions began to roar~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The whole of Sevastopol seemed to come alive, and countless gun barrels pointed to the sky, Tracers streak in a straight line, trying to get close to the German bomber high in the air.

"Looks like we didn't come to the wrong place!" The German pilot laughed and joked in the bumpy aircraft cabin with the sound of shells exploding.

"Yeah! I checked the aerial photos! The navigator didn't take us to a strange place!" The bombardier responded loudly.

Then he put his eyes on the bombsight and pointed the doji at Sevastopol on the ground.

"Goodbye! Sevastopol! I may be the last person to see you!" The bombardier whispered, just like when he bombed London.

Immediately afterwards, his hand pressed on the bomb button, and one after another, the aerial bombs broke free and fell to the ground below.

"Boom!" The first bomb exploded on the land of the Crimean Peninsula. The explosion point was less than 100 meters away from a permanent Soviet fortification.