Old-time musicians

"Am I dazzled?"

The bombardier, wearing a brown camouflage uniform, a gray steel helmet and windshield, choked on his saliva.

Each bomber has a total of three crew members, a small machine gunner and bombardier in the front, a driver and commander in the middle, and a large tail-mounted machine gunner in the rear.

"Dazzled? Is there something?"

"Are you talking about an auditory hallucination? I thought I heard someone talking just now." The machine gunner at the rear watched with some vigilance, and then asked the pilot in the middle, "Boss, why are you slowing down?"

Since the bombers of this period were relatively slow and had not yet become popular with windshields, the whistling sound of airflow in his ears was fading, and the loud exchanges of teammates were easier to hear clearly.

"Not me!"

"I didn't slow down!?"

Not only the one in front, but also the three in front of the 3x3 formation, the pilots in front and two behind all felt something was wrong.

"What happened? Did the engine compartment malfunction again?"

"I'm going to complain again about their crappy fuel tank design"

The pilots kept holding the gear lever tightly to keep the fighter plane in a diving low-altitude bombing attitude, but they felt as if there was an invisible wall of air or an oncoming hurricane in front of them, and the entire fuselage was completely in contact with a huge blast of air. The resistance is "opposing", and the speed of the two 295-horsepower Kent engines has been pulled to the red zone, but the speed is getting lower and lower.

"No, there's really someone there! He's hanging in the air!"

"I saw him waving!"

"Looks like he's dressed like a priest?"

More crew members exclaimed.

They discovered that as the priest opened his arms, his body began to be covered in golden color, and several rays of holy sunlight appeared in the billowing black clouds, projected diagonally in front of them.

Against the background of the light, the priest's weathered face, gray hair and slender beard seemed to become clearer and more textured. For a moment, it was like a scene in a religious-themed oil painting by Janus or Theoline!

Could it be that their country happened to be performing miracles? The pilot in the lead felt his arms go weak, but the instinct he had trained for many years made him push the gear lever, put the nose of the plane upward, and planned to climb at a high speed. He pretended that this "person" did not exist and jumped over him.

"Follow No. 1."

"Quick, pull up quickly."

The two bombers behind also followed the former's actions, but under the "headwind", the entire fuselage felt as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and the speed and altitude could not be effectively increased.

And, the next moment, they discovered that the previous "spatial perspective relationship of oil paintings" was just an illusion in the night sky.

Several beams of light clearly hit the bomber in front.

Moreover, he also penetrated it! ? ! ?

Its left wing drooped, thick smoke billowed from the cabin and lower abdomen, and its flight path turned into a chaotic downward spiral. It was probably not many seconds before it crashed.

"What are you doing standing still? Fire first!

"Someone was yelling in the two cabins at the back.

"Da da da da", the shimmering trajectory streaked across the night sky like a shuttle.

"Boss, how can you aim accurately? I'm afraid if you shoot out all the bullets -"

The bombardier holding the light machine gun stopped speaking suddenly and lowered his head with difficulty.

The beam of light also hit his head, and the pointers on the instrument panel trembled violently. A bowl-shaped hole with green smoke emitting from it penetrated directly into his chest together with the console!

The fuel tank of the other one exploded directly, sending up a large cloud of thick black smoke!

Fan Ning held a "Fire Sun Guidance" in his hand, and his figure flew directly under the belly of the plane, continuing to shoot forward, no longer caring about its life or death.

Their ending is either falling to death or parachuting.

Fan Ning has already used the ability of the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" to do some tricks.

The army and militia below will take care of the rest.

My goal should be to keep all nine fighters as much as possible.

Also, try to ensure that some of them are alive so that we can find out the whole story of the attack.

"The wing is about 24 meters, the length is about 12 meters, the bomb load may exceed 5 tons, and the dive speed seems to be between 150-180 kilometers per hour, which should be close to the limit of its normal operating conditions. After all, it is just A weapon equivalent to the technological level of World War I, if it is a pursuit, its speed is probably far behind mine." With various nuanced perceptions, Fan Ning estimated some of the main parameters of the invading enemy.

He tried to use the power of command to fly when he descended into the tank and his spirituality was fully activated. If he maintained a straight line at full speed, he could reach nearly 300 kilometers per hour!

If we relied on this speed alone, and the opponent's multiple targets were escaping in different directions, coupled with frequent turns or height adjustments, it would still be difficult to miss all of them.

However, Fan Ning does not only have the commanding power of "Key".

"Huh? There is indeed a problem."

Two bombers in a triangular formation at the rear also came into view. Finally, there was a crew member above, and Fan Ning felt abnormal spiritual fluctuations.

Of course, these people who saw Fan Ning were even more frightened.

"The One with the Dawn!? He still has a mysterious ability that allows him to fly. I'm afraid there's more than one level."

"He killed the formation in front of him all by himself!"

"The last achievement is to complete Ms. Sylvia's test and you will be qualified to go to the 'Kingdom of Heaven' for pilgrimage. How did you meet a person of this level?"

This is the rearmost corner of the entire bombing array.

In an inconspicuous gray-brown cabin, the three people's expressions were as serious as water.

"What should we do? There are still about 3 tons of bombs left, and the throwing point has deviated. Turn around and look for opportunities to dive again?" The bombardier hesitated.

"Just put it down and then retreat!" The pilot made the decision and directly reversed the course.

The test is not completed, the credit is not perfect, and there will be other opportunities next time.

But if you are killed, you have nothing, and if you are caught, you will be in trouble!

The front formations can be caught and shot down even when they are diving at high speeds. This Insighter with unfathomable strength may not only have the means to attack, but also possess some restrictive invisible power!

"It's late in the season."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded directly in everyone's ears with regret.

The entire dark night sky lost its last remaining transparency. The crews on the six fighter planes behind felt that their eyes were completely dark. The light from the headlights disappeared, the night light of the instrument panel disappeared, and even the brain's control of each part of the body was gone. Perception also becomes dim.

"Peng" "Peng" "Peng!"

! "

Under Fan Ning's light and shadow control and spiritual interference, four more fighter planes collided in mid-air!

Although it was basically a slight "edge" rather than a direct collision and disintegration, it was all out of control. It was spinning like a headless fly with black smoke, and it would not take long before it fell.

In the small town of Laubken, there are several communication stations at commanding heights.

The atmosphere in the inner office was tense, with the sounds of typing, chatter, footsteps, and telegrams intermingling.

It was relatively less noisy outside. There were soldiers holding binoculars, their eyes hurting, trying to see the status of enemy aircraft in the dark night sky.

There are also soldiers doing even stranger actions. They are carrying a huge aluminum plate on their shoulders, slowly turning in place, and raising their ears to try to hear the sound from the air from several "big speakers" next to them—— This is a device that is even more crude than the early radars deployed in counties and front lines. It can be called a "human version of primitive radar", but it does have some effect on monitoring vibrations and sounds within a radius of five kilometers.

The visibility was so bad today that they couldn't figure out why these guys would carry out the attack on such a foggy and windy night.

At first, the investigators saw nothing.

It's just that the monitors on the anti-boards on several communication stations were a little confused, because they all felt that the sound of explosions in the distance was not like the ordinary sound of bombs falling to the ground in their experience, and it seemed to be coming from the night sky.

The next moment, several investigators finally took off their binoculars and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Why do there seem to be enemies parachuting in several directions?

And they do it so blatantly, as if they are worried that others will not know where they are!

It's not like their eyesight suddenly got better.

Mainly these slowly falling parachutes, they are glowing!

Moreover, there is a golden, particularly conspicuous and penetrating golden "Lavoisier" signature on the top!