Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The German army dispatched not only bombers, but also a large number of BF109 and FW190 fighter jets to escort.

The Soviet army dispatched a dazzling array of fighter aircraft. According to Commander Kuznetsov’s orders, I-15, I-16, I-153, MiG-1, MiG-3, Yak-1, UT-1, UT -2 two-seat training aircraft, etc., all aircraft that can take off are sent out to intercept the German aircraft group. Even the few American P-39 fighter jets were sent out.

This made the German fighter pilots extremely happy. This was not a battle, it was clearly just to show off their achievements.

These Soviet fighter planes took off from different airports and did not form a large scale. This became a typical refueling tactic.

The air battle turned into a one-sided crushing situation. Soviet fighter planes were continuously shot down in the sky, one after another, falling to the ground like dumplings. Some of the pilots successfully parachuted out and escaped, while many more died in their cockpits.

"Hey, that's an American P-39!"

"You're here just in time, let these Americans see the strength of our German pilots!"

"Teach them a lesson and let them know what kind of garbage they are driving!"

These American rookie pilots who had never experienced actual combat were a bit unlucky. Several German ace pilots were eyeing them.

"Fox No. 1, watch behind you, you are being watched by an eagle!" An American pilot screamed in terror to remind his captain. The eagle in his mouth was the bloody eagle pattern painted on the fuselage of the German ace pilot.

"Oh Shet! I can't see him, where is he?! Help me!!" Just as Fox 1's desperate cry came out, three cannon shells hit his fighter plane, one of which penetrated into the driver's seat. cabin, the entire cockpit was instantly filled with blood mist.

After a brief confrontation, the American pilots discovered that these German fighter jets with bloody eagle patterns on their fuselages were very difficult to mess with, and could even be said to be extremely cruel! !

Once targeted by these eagles, any evasive maneuvers in the training book will appear childish and weak. Mike, who usually has the best training performance in their team, was not spared. When the opponent's large-caliber machine gun was accurately fired, the machine exploded and turned into a ball of fire and fell down.

These rookies who had just come from Wenrou Township had never seen such a bloody scene. Seeing friendly planes being ruthlessly blown up one after another, and listening to the continuous screams in their headphones, some people finally couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed.

"This is hell!"

"I want to get out of here!"

"Mother!"

Many American pilots even ignored the air commander's dispatch and turned around and fled in the direction they came from. It's a pity that they forgot that in a fierce air battle, facing the enemy with their buttocks is tantamount to seeking death. Moreover, the P39's top speed is only 612 kilometers per hour, which is far from the opponent of the FW190. Even if they wanted to escape, they could not escape the pursuit of German fighter jets. In a short time, the originally small number of US military fighter jets were wiped out.

Commander Kuznetsov in the headquarters was like an ant on a hot pot, rushing back and forth, praying frantically that the German bombers could find a place to drop the bombs and then return.

But everything happened contrary to expectations, and the German bomber formation was heading straight towards Stalingrad.

A staff officer reported anxiously. "Comrade Commander, more than a hundred of the fighter planes we sent have been shot down. The German aircraft group is less than 100 kilometers away from Stalingrad."

"Damn it!" Commander Kuznetsov slumped down on his chair and muttered with despair on his face. “Are we just going to have to watch Stalingrad being bombed?”

But there seems to be no other way.

The distance of one hundred kilometers can be reached in less than fifteen minutes. Soon, the German fleet flew to the outskirts of Stalingrad.

The anti-aircraft positions on the ground poured shells into the sky frantically, and the anti-aircraft gunners tried their best to defend the sacred city named after the great leader behind them. The gunners desperately shook the high-level rotating handle of the anti-aircraft gun, aimed at the enemy planes in the sky and fired the shells, hoping to knock down all the enemy planes in the sky with one shot.

Unfortunately, this is just a good wish. The ME-264 in the bomber group relied on flight altitude, the mosquito bombing relied on flight speed, and the HE-177 relied on thick armor to easily break through the Soviet ground air defense firepower network and break into the enemy's territory. Over Stalingrad, only a few were shot down by Soviet anti-aircraft artillery.

The bomber formation commander gave the order. "Prepare to drop bombs and let these idiots know what will happen if they dare to mess with our Germans!"

On a Me-264 bomber, the bombardier looked through the bombsight at the city below, trying to find some valuable targets. But he soon gave up the idea, because at this height, no matter how he aimed, the bomb would not land on the aiming point, and the error might be several kilometers.

Fortunately, there was no designated target for this bombing. All that was needed was to drop the bombs into the city of Stalingrad. Thinking of this, the bombardier pressed the bomb release wrench, and the heavy bombs hanging inside the belly of the aircraft fell one after another. Go down.

These bombs dropped rapidly along their proper parabola, and the air whistle mounted on the tail began to emit a heart-rending scream.

A bomb fell on the top of a building. The impact of the impact caused the entire building to tremble. Then with an earth-shattering explosion, the entire building collapsed instantly, with steel bars and stones flying everywhere.

This is just the beginning.

Thousands of heavy bombs fell on Stalingrad, half of which were high-explosive bombs and half of which were napalm bombs.

In the basement of the suburban military district headquarters, Commander Kuznetsov looked desperately at the fire and smoke rising into the sky in Stalingrad in the distance. He could even feel Stalin's anger when he heard the news. They couldn't help but shiver. "Report to the Kremlin and say that Stalingrad was bombed by the Germans."

The telegram quickly reached the Kremlin.

"Damn Germans!!" Stalin, who was worried about the bombing of Berlin, received the message that Stalingrad had been bombed. His face instantly became extremely ferocious and he roared with rage. "That's Stalingrad! Not Samara, not Kiev, not Minsk! That's Stalingrad, the city named after me! These damn Germans are just slapping me in the face!" !" At this moment, he was like a furious lion, with his eyes wide open and a chilling aura of violence exuding from his body. "Germany and I will fight to the death! If Berlin is not razed to the ground, the war will never end! Pass my order and let the frontline troops launch a general offensive!!"