musicians of old

"Am I blinded?"

The bombardier in brown camouflage, gray helmet and windshield choked.

There are a total of three crew members on each bomber, with 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 back.

"Dizzy? Is there something?"

"Are you talking about auditory hallucinations? I seem to have heard someone talking just now." The machine gunner at the rear watched with some vigilance, and then asked the driver in the middle, "Boss, why are you slowing down?"

Due to the relatively slow speed of bombers in this period, windshields have not yet been popularized, the whistling sound of the airflow in his ears is fading, and the loud communication of teammates is easier to hear.

"not me!"

"I didn't slow down!?"

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

"What's the matter? Is the engine compartment malfunctioning again?"

"Damn it. Going to have to complain again about their crap fuel tank design."

The pilots have been holding the gear lever tightly to keep the fighter plane in a low-altitude bombing attitude, but they feel as if there is an invisible wall of air or a hurricane blowing in front of them, and the entire fuselage is completely "against" a huge resistance.

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

"I saw him waving!"

"Dressed up like a priest?"

More crew members exclaimed.

They found that as the priest opened his arms, his body began to be covered with a golden color, and several holy sunlight appeared in the billowing black clouds, projecting obliquely towards their front.

Against the backdrop of the light, the vicissitudes of the priest's face, gray hair and short beard seem to have become clear and textured. For a while, it is almost like a scene in a religious oil painting by Janus or Theorein!

Could it be that their country just happened to perform a miracle? The pilot who took the lead felt his arms go limp, but years of training instincts allowed him to slam the gear lever with the nose up, intending to climb at a very high speed, as if this "person" did not exist, and jumped over it.

"Follow Number 1."

"Quick, pull up the height quickly."

The two bombers behind also followed the actions of the former, but under the "headwind", the whole fuselage seemed to be stuck in a muddy mud, and the speed and altitude could not be effectively pulled up.

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

There were obviously a few beams of that light, which directly hit the bomber in front.

Moreover, it pierced through it! ? ! ?

Its left wing drooped directly, thick smoke billowed from the cabin and underbelly, and the flight trajectory became a chaotic downward spiral, probably not many seconds before the crash.

"What are you doing in a daze? Fire first!!" Someone roared in the two cabins behind.

"Da da da da." The shimmering ballistic trajectory flew across the night sky like a shuttle.

"Boss, how can you aim accurately? If you run out of bullets, I'm afraid—"

The bombardier holding a light machine gun stopped speaking abruptly, and bowed his head with difficulty.

The light beam also fell on his head, and the pointers on the instrument panel trembled violently, and a bowl-shaped hole emitting green smoke, together with the console, directly penetrated his chest!

And the fuel tank of the other plane exploded directly, steaming up a large cloud of thick black smoke!
Fan Ning held a "Scorching Sun Guidance", and his figure passed directly under the belly of the aircraft, and continued to shoot forward, ignoring his life and death.

They ended up either falling to their deaths or skydiving.

Fanning has used the ability of the wreckage of the "Fountain in the Painting" to make a little trick.

The rest will be taken care of by the army and militia below.

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

Moreover, try to ensure that some of them are alive, so as to find out the whole story of the attack.

"The wing is about 24 meters, the captain is about 12 meters, and the ammunition load may exceed 0.5 tons. The dive speed feels between 150-180 kilometers per hour, which should be close to the limit of its normal working conditions. After all, it is only a weapon equivalent to the technological level of World War I. If it is a pursuit, the speed is probably much worse than mine." With various meticulous perceptions, Fan Ning estimated some of the main parameters of the invading enemy.

He has tried to use the power of command to fly when he descended into the chariot and fully stimulated his spirituality. If he maintains a straight line at full speed, he can reach close to 300 kilometers per hour!
If only relying on this speed, the opponent's multiple targets escape in different directions, plus frequent turns or height adjustments, it may still be difficult to miss all of them.

However, Fanning does not only have the commanding power of "key".

"Huh? Sure enough, there is a problem."

Two bombers in a triangular formation at the rear also came into view, and finally there was an occupant above them, which made Fanning feel abnormal spiritual fluctuations.

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

"The one who understands!? There is still a mysterious ability that can realize flight, and I'm afraid it's more than one level."

"He killed the formation in front by himself!"

"For the last credit, after completing Ms. Sylvia's test, you will be able to obtain the qualification to go to the 'Heaven' pilgrimage. How did you meet someone of this level?"

This is the rearmost corner of the entire bombing array.

In an unremarkable gray-brown cabin, the faces of the three people were as serious as water.

"What should I do? There is still about 0.3 tons of ammunition left, and the throwing point has deviated. Turn around and look for a chance to dive?" The bombardier hesitated.

"Let's drop directly, and then retreat!" The driver made a decision and directly reversed the course.

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

But if you die in battle, you will lose everything, and if you get caught, it will be troublesome!

The formation in front can be caught and shot down even at the high speed of the dive. This unfathomable understanding person probably not only has the means to attack, but also has some restrictive invisible power!

"It's getting late."

The voice of the middle-aged man with regret rang directly in everyone's ears.

The entire dark night sky lost the last remaining transparency, and the crew on the six fighter planes in the rear only felt that their eyes were pitch black, the light from the headlights disappeared, the night light of the instrument panel disappeared, and even the brain's perception of various parts of their limbs became dim.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom!!!"

Under Fan Ning's light and shadow control and spiritual interference, another four fighter planes collided in mid-air one after another!
Although they were basically "grazing the edge" slightly, rather than directly colliding and disintegrating, they were all out of control, whirling and circling like headless chickens with black smoke, and would fall in a short time.

In the small town of Raubken, there are several communication towers on the commanding heights.

The atmosphere in the inner office was tense, with the sound of typing, talking, footsteps and telegrams intertwined.

There was relatively less noise outside. Some soldiers were holding binoculars, their eyes hurting, trying to see the situation of the enemy plane in the dark night sky.

There are also soldiers doing even more strange movements. They carry a huge aluminum board on their shoulders, turn slowly in place, and prick up their ears to try to hear the sound from the air from a few "big horns" next to them.

Today's visibility is really bad, and they can't figure out why this group of guys would attack in such a foggy and windy night.

At first, the investigators saw nothing clearly.

It’s just that the monitors on the anti-board on several communication platforms were a little puzzled, because they all felt that the explosions in the distance didn’t sound like ordinary bombs landing in their experience, and they seemed to come from the night sky.

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

Why does it seem that there are enemies parachuting in several directions?
And doing it so blatantly, like worrying that others don't know they're there!
It's not that their eyesight suddenly improved.
Mainly these parachutes falling slowly, they are glowing!
Moreover, there is a golden "Lavoisier" signature on the top, which is particularly conspicuous and penetrating!