When fw190 began to climb, its front projection area became larger, and Ancruz mistakenly estimated the other party's position. As a result, the rain of bullets composed of Yi-15's machine gun bullets covered the fuselage of fw190!

The long range of fw190 has been carefully designed, such as even the wings have a fuel tank to increase the oil capacity. Now, when the bullet hits the fuel tank, the most spectacular scene will appear.

In order to make the engine stronger, high-grade fuel is needed. Historically, Germany has used No. 87 b4 fuel for most of its time. After all, German gasoline is transferred from coal and the octane number is not too high.

But now it is different. Libya's oil fields alone are enough to supply Germany's war machines, not to mention the huge oil reserves in the Middle East. Germany's fuel technology is also constantly improving. Now aircraft use almost all fuel No. 100, and even newer aircraft are already using No. 130.

(Check the information, the most awesome aircraft during World War II actually used fuel No. 150? I don’t know if it’s true or false.)

This high-performance fuel is easier to evaporate and is more likely to be ignited. Even Soviet fighters will definitely catch fire after being hit by bullets.

However, Alexander was disappointed.

When his bullet hit the opponent's wing and fuselage, he only saw the bullet holes left. At most, he saw a little gasoline evaporation in the sun, and then there was nothing left.

In fact, the principle is also very simple. It is to add a rubber interlayer to the lining of the fuel tank. When a small hole is shot through the bullet, the rubber will recover due to elasticity and block the small holes, leaving at most a small gap.

It's like a car's tire is stuck with a nail, which will only slowly leak air without leaking light all at once. Of course, if it is a large caliber cannon that explodes a big hole in one go, then there is nothing we can do.

Ancruz felt that his fuselage was shot. He didn't know how serious it was. He looked at the dashboard in front of him. The machine gun bullets were almost empty, so he could only open the accelerator and continue to rise to a high altitude. For him, the battle was over and he needed to return to his aircraft carrier.

Leave the remaining bombers to others to solve!

German fighter jets have an overwhelming advantage. The Soviet bomber formation is destined to be unforgettable. If they have a larger number, such as hundreds of them at a time, which is what they originally planned, they will definitely have fish that missed the net and entered the German Navy's fleet.

But now, only twenty or so planes are destined to be a tragedy.

Fireballs kept rising in the sky. When the new wave of fighter jets taking off from the aircraft carrier arrived, the Soviets had no hope.

"The course is correct, we will reach the target sea area in about twenty minutes." At this time, just as the air combat was in full swing, no one noticed that a lonely Il-4 bomber was flying at more than a hundred nautical miles away from the battlefield.

At this time, its flight was a bit crooked.

Kozlov tried hard to control his body, but his nerves paralyzed by alcohol were very slow to react. For example, just now, he accidentally squinted and pressed his body on the operating rod. The plane actually swooped down and almost fell into the sea. Fortunately, he opened the window and woke him up with the cold wind.

This made the remaining two crew members sweat in a cold sweat. Fortunately, after more than an hour of flight, Kozlov's alcohol gradually dissipated and his mind had turned and began to wake up.

Twenty minutes left, Kozlov felt something shining in the distance, and at this moment, his navigator spoke: "No, the German fighter jets are intercepting our bomber troops."

The shining spots of light were the bombers burning. Judging from that, the troops on their side might be wiped out.

Kozlov noticed it, so the plane dived down again.

"Kozlov, wake up!" the navigator shouted loudly, thinking the pilot was asleep again.

The sea is getting closer and closer, and the navigator is sitting in the front of the plane. If he plunges into the sea, he will definitely have the first to have close contact with the sea. He feels that his heart is about to jump out.

So his shouting became louder, and even the machine gunner shouted together.

"I'm fine. We have to fly at a very low altitude on the sea before we can fly over." Kozlov said lightly at the fireballs in the sky.

At this time, his colleagues were sacrificing, and he had to take advantage of the opportunity of his colleagues' sacrifice and pass through the other party's air defense network.

The sky-blue Il-4 was almost integrated with the sea water, and it was not easy to find him from the sky, even five kilometers away.

Kozlov's Il-4 bomber was flying at an ultra-low altitude less than ten meters from the sea. The three people in the cabin became heavier when they watched the battle above their heads.

They were not discovered. With the help of ultra-low altitude cover, they had already entered the German fleet's air defense area!

The two engines were still rotating at high speed, and every second they were now precious. Before the German pilots noticed them, they were about to fly over the German fleet!

No one spoke, only the engine made a rumbling sound. Kozlov looked at the distance where the sea and sky were connected, and gradually, a fleet appeared in his sight.

At this time, the fleet was still in a state of release and recovery, and the entire fleet was sailing against the wind at high speed. The Hitler aircraft carrier was in the middle, on the oblique deck, and Ancrus was aiming at the narrow deck.

"The height is a bit high, please continue to drop the height!" The voice of the instructor came from the headphones.

Ancruz tried hard to push all the operating rods over, but it was useless. Without the guidance of the guide, he also knew that his current condition was incorrect.

Ancruz lowered his head and looked at the instrument in front of him, and the pointer had gradually returned to zero.

That was the pressure display instrument of the hydraulic operating rod. When he flew back, the pressure was constantly lowering, and he knew that the situation was not good.

Just now, his hydraulic oil pipe was cracked, and the hydraulic oil was constantly leaking, causing the operation to gradually become inconvenient. He thought he could hold on until the landing, but now the plane is no longer in control.

No, he can't give up his fighter plane! He also wants to draw five small black crosses on his nose after landing!
Chapter completed!