"I was still thinking about what to do if I suddenly brought so many new bombs..." On the bumpy plane, the German bomb dropper shouted loudly.

In the noisy environment, he had to speak loudly. This is an occupational disease and may not be able to change it in his life.

Aircraft in this era are indeed not as comfortable and quiet as future aircraft, so communication is basically based on yelling.

Only by shouting loudly can the sound be transmitted to the pilot's ears through the noisy headphones. 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 the B Group Army Group used ordinary bombs to attack Kursk." The pilot said proudly.

These pilots have been flying for hundreds or even thousands of hours. They are sophisticated and skilled, and know every detail of their planes.

Every bomber pilot is carefully trained and has been exposed to such aircraft from the very beginning.

After all, the aircraft they control are also the most powerful bomber of this era - the Ju-118 bomber that imitates the American B-17.

Not only is this kind of aircraft a huge range, it can also carry a large number of terrifying bombs and complete carpet-style covered bombing.

What's even more terrifying is that this kind of aircraft can fly to a height of ten thousand meters that most fighter jets cannot reach, avoiding the interception of 90% of anti-aircraft guns.

The most terrible thing is that once more such aircraft are added, they can turn elegant air battles into cruel wars of attrition, forcing the weak side to bear equal or even slightly large losses.

Now, a total of 300 ju-118 bombers are divided into three echelons and are flying towards their respective targets.

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

They do have this ability. At least one-third of the 300 bombers carry the latest napalm bombs, which can evaporate air and burn everything.

After testing, these napalm bombs are definitely powerful tools to destroy bunkers. At least in this era, the power of this bomb is amazing.

In the Krim area, there are so many big guys flying towards it at the gray dawn just to destroy it.

Just under the feet of these ju-118 strategic bombers, there are 200 ju-88 bombers with ordinary bombs. Their attack targets are relatively single, one of which is to Sevastopol and the other is to the surrounding airports.

"Queen Bee! Queen Bee! I am a poisonous bee! I am a poisonous bee! Time has come! We must return! Good luck!" The sky was already white, and there were new sounds in the headphones.

The 70 night fighters me-110s that took off as escort fighters issued a warning to return when approaching the Krim Peninsula.

They are night fighters and have no advantage in daytime combat. So they can only escort here and retreat as planned.

For the short-legged Luftwaffe fighter unit, it is still too difficult to take off and escort near Odessa and approach Sevastopol.

Moreover, this is a night takeoff mission, and day fighters cannot take off to escort the bombers of the night formation. Even the more advanced Ta-152 fighter jets cannot do it!

As the news was confirmed, the me-110 night fighters that were originally flying near the ju-88 bomber turned around and left the huge formation.

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

"We have lost the escort of fighter jets! Be careful of all formations! Strengthen the alert!" The officer in charge of the front line commanded loudly on the radio.

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"Did you hear any sound?" leaning against the sandbag, a Soviet soldier asked his comrades beside him.

"Shut up! The fleet alarm last night was quarreling all night. Can you let me sleep quietly for a while?" Another Soviet soldier who was also leaning on the sandbag murmured without any hope.

Starting last night, all Soviet ships left one after another, and the sound of whistles and alarms ran all night, so the sentries on duty were very annoyed.

Now he finally could sleep for a while before shifting, but of course no one wanted to be disturbed. So after murmuring, he turned over and stayed away from his comrades who were disturbing his sleep.

Then, he felt the annoying sound. It seemed as if someone had poked a hornet's nest, and the buzzing sounds surrounding his ears made him unable to fall asleep at all.

With a hint of anger, he struggled to sit up, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky that had not yet been completely lit, and then he found that above his head was a plane full of bees.

"De...De..." He pointed to the plane in the sky, trying to shout but couldn't make a sound because of his excessive fear.

"German's plane!" He was still his comrades beside him, and he shouted for him at a critical moment: "Air strike! Air strike!"

After the fall of Odessa, the Luftwaffe did not systematically bomb Sevastopol. Even though he knew there was a Soviet battleship there, the Luftwaffe had been patient and had not launched a decent attack.

Occasionally, only a few planes flew symbolically over Krim, investigated or hurriedly dropped a few bombs, and then turned around and left.

But today, just today, the German bomber that covered the sky and the sun appeared in Krim, and then opened its bomb cabin door amid the fear of the Soviets.

The sound of the air defense alarm suddenly sounded, and within a minute, the Soviet anti-aircraft gun positions began to roar.

The entire Sevastopol seemed to have come alive, countless gun barrels pointed to the sky, tracer bombs drew straight lines, trying to get close to the German bombers in the sky.

"It seems we are not in the wrong place!" With the explosion of shells, the German pilot laughed and quipped in the bumpy aircraft cabin.

"Yes! I've checked the aviation photos! The navigator didn't take us to a strange place!" The bomber replied loudly.

Then his eyes were pressed against the bombing sight and pointed the cross at Sevastopol on the ground.

"Goodbye! Sevastopol! I may be the last one to see you!" The bomber said softly, just like when bombing London.

Then his hand pressed on the bomb drop button, and one aviation bomb after another broke away from the constraints and fell to the ground below.
Chapter completed!