Suddenly, the entire Pantelleria Island was covered with tracer bombs emitting red, yellow or green light, as well as the light of searchlights on the island.

At the same time, the sound of the Glass (A-20) fighter jets, four 20mm cannons equipped with 240 shells, were constantly resounding, and the sound of the group of bombings of B-17E bombers that arrived for floor-style bombing.

Of course, there are also the sound of the Germans using Italy to build an anti-aircraft artillery group on the island and the continuous shelling of anti-aircraft artillery positions.

As the air strike war became more and more intense, the pilots and bomb droppers of the US 4, 7, 18, and 391st Bomber Squadrons were becoming more and more excited and excited.

For a moment, all the radios of the bomber squadrons were busy and opened.

"Lyton! Look at the anti-aircraft guns there are very large positions. I think there are at least more than ten anti-aircraft guns deployed there."

"I saw it, the course is 35, the height is 3500, and I am ready to drop bombs!"

"Be careful, the enemy's shore-based cannons are fired, avoid it!"

"Rand! Knock off the anti-aircraft gun company on the South Bank! I'm going to continue diving and drop bombs!"

"Received! Leons! Get me 5 degrees to the left, use my bounce as a reference, and prepare to drop the bomb and knock out the opponent's anti-aircraft gun company!"

"Yes! Captain!"

"Hey! Captain, look! I'm doing a good job! The enemy's anti-aircraft artillery company's position was hit by our high-explosive bomb!"

"Well! Good job! I saw thick smoke and fire coming out of the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery positions!"

"Hehe! This is just the beginning! My follow-up performance is going to be performed!"

"I'm going to blow up these Italians too!"

"Don't just focus on bombing the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery positions, but also find ways to bomb other military facilities and enemy's airports!"

"Yes! Captain! But why did their airport have no movement at all! We have been bombing for so long, why haven't we seen the enemy's plane come out to meet the enemy!"

"Hahaha! Rand! Is there any more to say? Those Italians must have been frightened by our momentum and dared not go to the battle. Maybe they don't know where to hide, trembling!"

"No! Leiden! Although I have heard a lot of the cowardly deeds of the Italian army; they shouldn't even fight or resist us, nor do they have the courage to do it! It seems that it is a shame for the soldiers to surrender without fighting!"

"Tsk! What styles and tempers are those Italians? Don't you know in Africa and Tunisia? They are still rare in their cowardly face? Rand!"

However, under the increasingly noisy remarks of the pilots of these US bomber brigades, the German shore-based anti-aircraft artillery group was under the unified command of radar and control center; the firepower was gradually being exerted, and the shells were firing more fiercely and more accurately.

At the same time, those colorfully identified light bombs were continuously launched into the night sky, attacking the British and American aircraft groups head-on.

Soon, five Grass (A-20) fighter jets were hit by the wings, fuselages, and even fuel tanks; and quickly fell to the dark ground and exploded and burned.

In addition, six B-17E bombers were also hit, dragging their tails with thick black smoke and staggering towards the sea.

Seeing this, all British and American bombers and night fighters desperately bombed all the German anti-aircraft gun positions and shore-based anti-aircraft gun positions on the island as if they were crazy.

Even the British and American fleets that were constantly bombarding the sea in the distance were even more angrily firing 150 mm, 40 mm, and 12.7 mm shells and guns, crossing the war-torn night sky, bombing the German and Italian anti-aircraft guns and shore-based gun positions on the island.

"Damn it! Are these British and American troops going crazy? Their bombing and the attacks of naval guns are so fierce, and terrifying!"

"Who knows! Let's fight back!"

"You are blind! Haven't you seen me fighting back with a desperate gun now? But our anti-aircraft gun positions are getting fewer and fewer!"

"No! Didn't the Italians brag about the fact that they set up anti-aircraft gun positions like a net on this small island?"

"You idiot! You can believe what the Italians said? Didn't you see the war open, those Italians huddled in a corner in fear, trembling all over?"

"Yes! Those bastards, they helped us fight well before the attacks of the British and American troops, but when they saw that the situation was not good, they immediately hid in the corner! I looked at them and became angry! If the battle was not too fierce now, I would have wanted to go over and beat them up immediately! These deadly derailers!"

"Fortunately, our head of state was wise, when we were dispatching us to station here, we had already told our Commander Heinrich to pay close attention to these Italians; and we also wanted to occupy all the anti-aircraft artillery positions on the island and important military facilities such as airports on the eve of the battle to prevent all these Italians from surrendering to the British and American forces!"

"Yes! I'm also very eye-opening. I really didn't expect these Italians to be as unreliable as the rumored ones! No wonder our African Marshal Commander Rommel hates these Italians who often surrender to the enemy without resistance!"

"Of course! Don't forget that Rommel's defeat in Africa and Tunisia is still half the reason for being dragged down by these oil bottles!"

"Forget it! Let's stop talking about these useless Italian troops, otherwise we would be very upset! Fortunately, their air force is still fighting bravely, otherwise I would be disappointed with them and die of death!"

"Well! Italian Air Force? By the way, what about them now? Don't there be airfields on this small island? Why haven't you seen them sending planes to fight? And what about our Air Force support? Why haven't you seen any trace of it?"

"Ask me, who will I ask! I'm not the commander-in-chief, I'm just an anti-aircraft artillery, okay?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense? You have so much time to talk nonsense, so why don't you concentrate on attacking the British and American enemies? Do you also want to be killed by the bombshell they dropped on this nameless small island?"

"Die! I don't want it! I've been fond of a French girl in France recently and is waiting for me to go back in Paris!"

Under the powerful artillery fire cover of the British and American Allies, the German artillery that occupied various anti-aircraft artillery positions in Italy also started to clamor like ants in Hevo.

And as they became more and more quarrel, the Italian airport on the island.

58 Italian Air Force MC 202 fighter jets are ready to go.

"Do we really want to help those Germans fight this air battle? Now the British and American naval forces are attacking us violently. Horror will not be able to stay here for long! Moreover, our MC 202 fighter jets are not large, and it is night now!"

Italian pilot Mark Leonardi said with a pale face and was worried to the captain Alexander Pleciosi beside him.

"Well! We must go, or we will be killed here!"

Captain Alexander also had a serious expression and nodded and replied.

"But if we surrender to the British and American franchises, then we don't have to die!"

Pilot Mark Leonardi immediately suggested anxiously.

"We are the Italian Air Force, not those desolate army; they can surrender to the enemy without any scruples, but for the honor of our Air Force, I would rather die in the battlefield than die in the battered world! And we cannot lose this island casually, this is our Italian territory! We must not lose it! Otherwise, our native Italian people will be in trouble! Who knows what the tempers of those British and American allies are? Will they retaliate against our hatred for helping the Germans launch an aggressive war?"

Captain Alexander shook his head firmly and said, denying the other party's idea.

"I'll leave first! For the honor of our Italian Air Force, I will not be afraid of any enemy troops! I would rather die than surrender!"

Before the pilot Mark Leonardi could reply, Captain Alexander said in a positive tone.
Chapter completed!