Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Tu tu tu! tu tu tu!"

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

What these night fighters use is not the bright tracer bullets used by day fighters, but the newly developed dim tracer bullets. The brightness of this tracer bullet is very weak and is almost invisible to the naked eye, but it can be seen very clearly with night vision equipment. 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 muzzle are almost negligible. Everything was submerged in the night and became a real 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 not far to his right suddenly bursting into a ball of flames, and shouted to the captain beside him in horror. The captain was looking to his left, so frightened that he forgot to close his mouth. Because what he saw were explosions one after another, at least seven or eight bombers were volleyed into balls of flames.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he knew with his toes that they were being attacked by the Germans. But there is no clue how many enemies there are and in which direction. He was trembling and wanted to press the communicator to warn the friendly aircraft ahead, but he heard several muffled popping sounds from the rear and lower part of the fuselage, followed by waves of coldness in his chest.

"..." The captain looked blankly at the avionics equipment that was smashed into pieces before him, and spit out a mouthful of blood. He turned his head with difficulty and tried to call for help from the co-pilot, but what he saw was a mass of bloody corpses. As his consciousness gradually blurred, the plane he was flying completely lost control and began to roll violently. The torn wing was thrown violently onto the propeller of another bomber, and the engine of that unlucky bomber immediately emitted black smoke.

The German night fighters killed nearly one-sixth of the opponent's bombers in just one attack. Just like a boxer beating a group of blind people, the other party has no power to fight back.

"Free attack! 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 communications exploded. "We are under attack!!" "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 encountered the mysterious German night fighter force .

The machine gunner on the bomber held the gun handle tightly and looked around with wide eyes, but he could not see the tracer bullets fired by the opponent. There are no targets around except for friendly aircraft that turn into a ball of flame from time to time.

This situation is enough to make people collapse. The enemy is constantly attacking, but the defender can't even see where the enemy is, let alone fight back. "I can't see where the enemy plane is!!"

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

Soon, tracer bullets of various colors were shot aimlessly in all directions, but unfortunately they still had no effect. The 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 have to get out of here! I want to go home!!" A young pilot yelled with a cry. Before anyone else could react he jerked the control column and the heavy bomber began to turn.

"No!" The co-pilot's face changed wildly as he tried to stop him. They were surrounded by friendly aircraft, and any sudden maneuver could lead to a collision.

boom!

Sure enough, a few seconds later the bomber slammed into another bomber, and nearly five tons of bombs exploded in the two bombers. An unprecedented fireball appeared in the sky, and the terrifying shock wave even affected several surrounding friendly aircraft.

Seeing such a huge explosion, everyone was shocked and speechless.

Compared with the chaotic communications of the British bomber formation, the radio channel of the German night fighter force seemed much deserted. The commander of the fighter formation shot down an enemy plane and reported the battle situation to the ground tower.

"It seems like nothing will happen without us again?" On the ground air defense position of the V3 base, the loader next to an anti-aircraft gun muttered, looking at the dark night sky. Not only them, but hundreds of nearby anti-aircraft guns have not been fired 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 sound of the rumbling engine came from far and near from behind.

The loader shook his head helplessly. "Another batch of night fighters, this is already the third batch. We will definitely have nothing to do tonight."

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

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

"Escape! Escape! Get out of here!" In the turbulent cabin of the plane, the commander of the bomber group desperately issued the order to retreat. He would rather carry out day bombing now - at least, they would have a chance to open fire when facing the enemy. He won't be beaten to a bloody head without the ability to fight back like he is now.

As for now... although the machine gunners are firing non-stop, apart from shooting everywhere to embolden themselves, it is more difficult to hit the Chinese and German aircraft in the dark than to hit the wings of friendly forces...

This is simply a desperate massacre!

Not to mention tearing apart the defense line composed of German night fighters in front of you, and then dropping bombs on the German artillery base. He really doubted that even if he turned around immediately, he would have a chance to fly back to the UK. Therefore, he did nothing, even risking being taken to a military court after returning, and issued an order to retreat.

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

Unfortunately, what chased them was the Mosquito bomber, which was famous for its speed. Even if these British pilots pushed the accelerator to the end, they still couldn't get rid of the death that was chasing after them.

The last British bomber was shot down less than a few hundred meters away from the British mainland 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.

The attack during the day lost more than 100 bombers, and another 100 were picked up at night!

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