Chapter 297 I'm Coming to Bomb You
Chapter 297 I'm Coming to Bomb You
43年8月17日,白鹰第八航空队的376架B-17轰炸机从雾都海德公园附近的机场起飞,执行对第三帝国施韦因富特轴承厂的轰炸任务。
After the operation, 60 B-17s never returned, and more than 600 crew members remained in the sky over Europa forever.
This was "Black Thursday," the darkest day in the history of the White Eagles since they began carrying out strategic bombing.
In the Nazi Third Reich, every industrial area was surrounded by a forest of death consisting of a series of anti-aircraft guns including 20mm, 37mm, 88mm, and 128mm.
Guided by ground radar, wolf packs of FW-190 and BF-109 fighters roamed every route.
The rule that White Eagle bomber crews could retire after completing 25 missions sounded like a beautiful promise - but less than a quarter of them survived to complete that number.
Most of the flight crew died before the aircraft could be successfully decommissioned.
In comparison, what the 37 B-17G heavy bombers that set out from Yangon and attempted to bomb Singapore had to face was child's play.
Early aerial reconnaissance showed that the Japanese had only deployed a few anti-aircraft guns in Lion City, and most of them were small-caliber anti-aircraft guns - they could only defend against low-altitude bombing by fighters and attack aircraft.
Moreover, the main Japanese air forces were moving towards Luzon Island and the Mariana Islands, and there were very few fighter jets available for air control.
The crew members felt relieved when they learned this at the mission briefing before departure.
On a B-17 code-named "Albatross-03", the crew members even felt like they were on vacation.
Before him was the azure sky, beneath his feet was the boundless South China Sea. As Zhou Hansong piloted this massive aircraft weighing tens of tons across the Andaman Sea, he even had the leisure to hum "Night Jasmine."
(A fully fueled and fully armed B-17 weighs a little over 29 tons, nearly 30 tons.)
The devil's anti-aircraft firepower?
Compared to the fierce artillery fire that the White Eagle companions encountered in Hans, that thing was like using a small slingshot to hit an elephant.
"I heard that those White Eagle guys can count 200 bullet holes on the fuselage after a single flight in Europe."
The fleet continued to climb. Co-pilot Xiao Chen leaned lazily in his seat, holding the aircraft's control stick, which was similar to a steering wheel. "I bet if we can find a bullet hole on this trip, I'll use my personal allowance to treat everyone to a week of aircrew hot pot."
"Come on!" bombardier Lao Wang raised his head from the sight. "Last time you said you were going to treat us, but all you got was a pot of boiled cabbage and tofu, without even a bit of meat, and you called it 'special wartime hot pot.'"
"You are such a stingy kid that you can't even afford a can of luncheon meat, hahahaha."
Suddenly the cabin was filled with cheerful laughter.
Half an hour later, in the bumpy cabin, even though the bomber crew members were wearing oxygen masks, they could still faintly smell the mixed smell of oil and steel in the cabin.
In addition to these, there seems to be a faint aroma of roasted coffee?
Damn, it must be some guy using the plane's built-in electric heater to make coffee.
Thinking of this, bombardier Lao Wang gently tapped the stuck MK15 'Norton' bombsight with a wrench.
"This piece of iron is even more stubborn than the widow Wang at the village entrance!" Old Wang wiped the sweat that had splashed onto his goggles and said, "Boss, what if this thing still doesn't work after we fly to the top of Lion City?"
"Just let it go." Co-pilot Xiao Chen held the aircraft's control stick with one hand and tried to pull a pack of Camel cigarettes from his flight jacket with the other.
Suddenly, a strong air turbulence hit, and the plane fell violently. The cigarette in Xiao Chen's hand fell out of his hand and flew away to who knows where.
"Fuck his son of a bitch! This girl is even bumpier than the winding mountain roads in the mountain city."
The B-17G code-named "Albatross-03" was swaying at an altitude of 34 meters, and the goose-shaped formation of 34 silver behemoths was reflected in the Andaman Sea.
Machinist Liu suddenly popped his head out from the lower deck, his face dyed a zebra color by the hydraulic oil, and yelled:
&34;Engine number three is like farting, it goes puff every three revolutions!&34;
The two machine gunners in the middle of the cabin who were responsible for operating the 12.7mm self-defense machine guns swallowed their saliva when they heard this. No one wanted to fly on a plane with a mechanical failure. Even if they successfully parachuted, they could only squeeze into the lifeboat and survive in the sea, which was too hard.
"That's a leaking cylinder head gasket." Captain Zhou Hansong held the joystick with one hand, opened the oxygen mask with the other, stuffed a mint candy into his mouth, and said in a relaxed manner, "Da Liu, go give it some anti-diarrhea medicine - I mean, give it two injections of sealant."
Navigator Ajie suddenly jumped up while grabbing the navigation chart. He had been listening to the information from the pilot plane through the radio and his head hit the oxygen tank valve on the top of the cabin.
"We are about to pass through the cumulonimbus clouds." He covered his swollen forehead and shouted, "Everyone, get ready."
The entire cabin was instantly filled with wailing.
The sky in the subtropical climate is so changeable, changing faster than the faces of many 17 or 8-year-old girls.
Soon, 37 planes broke into the thundering clouds together.
Tail gunner Old Wu pressed his face against the glass of the firing cabin, watching the wingtips draw blue-purple arcs of electricity in the thunderstorm: "Wow, this is more exciting than the firecrackers on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month!"
Suddenly there was a muffled "bang" sound, and Xiao Li, who was checking the bomb bay, was thrown down and sat on the aerial bomb.
He felt the 500-pound incendiary bomb under his butt and broke out in a cold sweat: "Brothers, now I understand the feeling of a hen hatching eggs..."
"Everyone, shut up!" After breaking through the cumulonimbus clouds, Zhou Hansong suddenly pressed the intercom button, "There's a flash at two o'clock—everyone, prepare for air defense!"
Everyone fell silent in an instant, and Lao Wang almost stuck the wrench into his nostril.
Everyone knew exactly what the sudden flash in the sky meant—it was the Japanese fighter planes coming to intercept!
The bolt was pulled, and a belt of tracer bullets was immediately loaded. Inside the electric turret on the belly of the aircraft, the machine gunner began to pray silently: "Goddess Mazu, Goddess Guan Yu, Goddess Guan Yu, Goddess Guan Yu, Goddess Guan Yu, Goddess Mazu ... Guan Yu, Goddes
"All clear, damn it, I repeat, all clear."
Everyone soon realized that the pilot was playing a prank—the B-17's belly gunner was using a lens to reflect sunlight and type in Morse code: "I heard the Japanese soldiers in Singapore use goat oil to clean their gun barrels. Remember to add some cumin when bombing."
"These bastards!" Xiao Chen's hands were shaking with anger. He wanted to punch but didn't dare. If he really smashed the dashboard, they would have to perform Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
As the fleet approached Malacca, the pilots could already see the southernmost city on the Malay Peninsula. Everyone became serious and prepared for battle.
Seen from the sky, the Lion City guarding the Strait of Malacca is so small. If you want to drop the bomb in the belly of the plane accurately to the Japanese fortifications and ports near the city at high altitude, it all depends on the "Norton" sight.
&34;全体都有!&34;周寒松轻轻踩了脚方向舵,让信天翁-03跟着机群一起调整航向&34;还有二十分钟进入轰炸航路。老王,你的破瞄准器能工作了吗?&34;
"Just wait and see." Lao Wang patted his chest, "This thing will work again after two taps."
"Throw it right."
Lao Wang grinned and said, "I paid my respects to Lord Guan last night and even offered half a pound of Shaoxing rice wine to the sight..."
Captain Zhou Hansong cursed angrily, "How can you, a junior high school graduate, be so superstitious?"
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