Chapter 365 Night Battle (2)

"Bang! Bang!"

The dull sound of machine guns made everyone's chest feel stuffy.

These night fighters did not use the bright tracer bullets used by day fighters, but the newly developed dark tracer bullets. The brightness of this tracer bullet is very weak, almost invisible to the naked eye, but it can be seen very clearly in night vision instruments. In addition, the flame suppressors of these machine guns are not only lengthened but also have a special inner and outer structure, so the flames ejected from the muzzles are almost negligible. Everything is submerged in the darkness, becoming a real dark night killer.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In less than two seconds, more than a dozen fireballs appeared in the sky.

"Hey, what's going on!!" The co-pilot on a Wellington bomber saw a friendly plane burst into a ball of flame not far to his right, and shouted to the captain beside him in horror. The captain was looking to his left, and he was so scared that he forgot to close his mouth. Because he saw explosions one after another, at least seven or eight bombers were hit in mid-air and turned into balls of fire.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He knew with his toes that they were attacked by the Germans. But he had no idea how many enemies there were and in which direction. He trembled and wanted to press the communicator to warn the friendly aircraft in front, but he heard a few muffled sounds from the rear and bottom of the fuselage, followed by a burst of coldness in his chest.

"..." The captain looked blankly at the avionics equipment that was broken into pieces in front of him, and spit out a mouthful of blood. He turned his head with difficulty and wanted to ask the co-pilot for help, but what he saw was a bloody corpse. As his consciousness gradually blurred, the plane he was driving completely lost control and began to roll violently. The torn wing was thrown hard onto the propeller of another bomber, and the engine of the unfortunate bomber immediately emitted black smoke.

The German night fighter killed nearly one-sixth of the opponent's bombers with only one round of attack. It was like a boxer beating up a group of blind people. The other side had no power to fight back.

"Attack freely! Don't let any enemy planes escape. Shoot them all down here!" The commander ordered excitedly. He was quite confident about this.

At this time, the British bomber formation's communication exploded. "We are attacked!!" "The Germans are attacking us!" "I can't see where the enemy planes are!!" In fact, they didn't need to yell. Everyone knew that they had encountered the mysterious German night fighter unit.

The machine gunner on the bomber held the gun tightly and looked around with wide eyes, but he couldn't see the tracer bullets fired by the other side. There was no target to be seen except for the friendly planes that turned into a ball of fire from time to time.

This situation was enough to make people collapse. The enemy was attacking non-stop, and the defenders couldn't even see where the enemy was, let alone fight back. "I can't see where the enemy planes are!!"

The captain yelled. "Fire even if you can't see! Don't let them get close to us!!" Without the order to retreat, they could only bite the bullet and continue flying.

Soon, tracer bullets of various colors were fired aimlessly in all directions, but unfortunately there was still no effect, and British bombers were still blown up one after another.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on and collapsed under the ravages of these night demons. "Oh my God! We must leave here! I want to go home!!" A young pilot shouted with tears in his eyes. Before others could react, he pulled the joystick violently, and the bulky bomber began to turn.

"No!" The co-pilot on the side wanted to stop him with a crazy look on his face. There were friendly planes in front, behind, and around them, and any sudden maneuvering could cause a collision.

Boom!

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the bomber hit another bomber hard, and the nearly five-ton bombs in the two bombers exploded. An unprecedented fireball appeared in the sky, and the terrible shock wave even affected several friendly planes around.

Seeing such a huge explosion, everyone was speechless.

Compared with the chaotic British bomber formation communication, the radio channel of the German night fighter unit seemed much quieter. After the commander of the fighter formation shot down an enemy plane, he reported the battle situation to the ground tower.

"It seems that there is nothing for us to do again?" On the ground air defense position of the V3 base, a loader next to an anti-aircraft gun muttered while looking at the dark night sky. Not only him, but hundreds of anti-aircraft guns nearby have not been used for a long time except for routine training.

The anti-aircraft gunner listened for a while and pointed to the sky behind him. "Listen."

The rumbling engine sound came from far away from the back.

The loader shook his head helplessly. "Another batch of night fighters, this is already the third batch. There is definitely nothing for us tonight."

At this time, the second batch of 20 night fighters had already entered the battlefield.

Soon, the British bomber formation began to collapse, and then the originally slightly messy formation disintegrated in an instant.

"Hide! Hide! Get out of here!" In the bumpy aircraft cabin, the commander of the bomber group desperately issued an order to retreat. He would rather carry out daytime bombing now - at least, when they face the enemy, they have the opportunity to open fire and attack. They won't be beaten to a pulp without even the ability to fight back like now.

As for now... although the machine gunners are firing non-stop, apart from strafing everywhere to give themselves courage, it is more difficult to hit the German planes in the dark than to hit the wings of friendly forces...

This is simply a hopeless massacre!

Let alone tearing through the defense line formed by the German night fighters in front of him and dropping bombs on the German artillery base. He really doubted whether he would have a chance to fly back to the British mainland even if he turned around immediately. Therefore, he gave up everything and even risked being brought to court-martial after returning, and issued an order to retreat.

Hearing the order to retreat, the British pilots who had already collapsed suddenly cheered up, immediately threw away all the bombs in the magazine, turned the nose and began to return.

Unfortunately, the Mosquito bombers known for their speed were chasing them. Even if these British pilots pushed the throttle to the bottom, they still couldn't get rid of the death god chasing them.

The last British bomber was shot down less than a few hundred meters from the British coastline. At this point, the British night bomber formation was completely wiped out and no one survived.

Commander Hewitt almost cried when he heard the bad news.

More than 100 bombers were lost in the daytime attack, and another 100 were taken at night!

Within a day, both attacks failed, with the loss of nearly 1,000 crew members (6 Wellington medium bomber crew members and 3 Blenheim bomber crew members).