This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

The Knights Templar garrison base on the Mediterranean island of Malta

Waves beat against the rocks beneath the cliffs of the Malta Air Force Base, the unsinkable aircraft carrier in the Mediterranean carrying 130 Martyr bombers.

长18m，高5.5m，翼展23.86m。起飞重量7990kg。2台PD劳斯莱斯“红隼”IIS12缸液冷发动机，每个可以提供525马力。

It had a crew of four and was loaded with 2000kg of napalm bombs. Two hundred and fifty tons of napalm bombs were enough to set Jerusalem ablaze.

On the runway, the Martyr bombers were neatly arranged, looking majestic and solemn. In the tower, Matthew, Grand Master of the Knights Templar, looked at the bombers with a feeling of deep emotion. Their bombing would surely go down in history!

He looked at the busy air force personnel on the runway. Matthew had argued with them over the formation of the bombers because they refused to allow the bombers to form a bombing formation in the sky before taking off because they believed that there was not enough fuel.

The person arguing with him was the cigar-smoking Admiral, the famous Alfred von Tirpitz of the Holy Roman Empire.

Historically, the second Bismarck-class battleship of Nazi Germany was named after him.

"Sir Matthew, we still have five hours until Jerusalem reaches nightfall as planned." Marshal Tirpitz spoke to him at this moment. "Night bombing has a higher success rate. The Martyr bomber was designed for night bombing. After 12 hours of flight—considering the speed of the Earth's rotation—we should wait another five hours before taking off to arrive in Jerusalem at nightfall."

Grand Commander Matthew smiled. "The Navy also played a significant role in our successful bombing raid this time. If the heretic fleet had concentrated its attack on Malta, the plan would likely have failed. It's a shame our aircraft weren't powerful enough."

How great it would be if there were bombers with sufficient range that could take off directly from the European continent, bomb the area, and then fly back! Matthew sighed in his heart, knowing that this was impossible.

Ammonia synthesis technology had been widely used for a year, and the increase in fertilizer production had brought a bumper harvest, and the ammunition gap was shrinking. If this type of bomber were available, coupled with the productivity of the entire European continent, it would be considered a kindness of Europeans to blow the shit out of heretics.

Tirpitz certainly knew what Matthew was thinking. Just as he was about to say something, an anxious voice suddenly came from the radio: "Report, a heretic patrol ship has been spotted near our waters!"

Although it is still more than 600 nautical miles away from North Africa controlled by the heretics, the heretic navy is already moving around here. Now, the lookouts on the heretic patrol ship cruising in this sea area have discovered the increasing number of Crusader fleets near the island of Malta in the misty waters of the early morning.

"Hurry, send a telegram to the mainland immediately. We have discovered that the Crusader fleet is gathering in Malta!" the captain said anxiously.

There were only eleven people on this patrol boat. The telegraph operator quickly started the transmitter. After warming up, the beeping sound began to sound.

Almost at the same time, in the Crusader fleet patrolling outside the island of Malta, the main gun of the heavy cruiser Suffolk turned around, and the black muzzle was aimed at them.

"Boom, boom!"

With the blessing of Om Messiah, the Suffolk's machine spirit exerted its power, and with a salvo of fire, the shells hit the patrol boat. The middle of the boat started to catch fire, and the entire ship was slowly sinking.

The Crusader fleet responded quickly, but still failed to stop the other side from sending a telegram.

"We can't wait any longer," Tirpitz said. "I'm sorry, but you should understand that we don't yet have the strength to engage the heretics in a decisive battle in the Mediterranean. If a large number of their submarines were to gather here, it would be extremely dangerous for our fleet."

The navy fleet could not move forward any further. They were there to escort the bombers so that they would not be discovered by the heretic surface fleet, but they also had to ensure their own safety.

Matthew frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's take off now."

"Everyone, do one last check to make sure you have as much fuel as possible and get ready for takeoff!" The air force general on the other side gave the order.

On the runway, the first Martyr bomber, fully loaded with fuel and bombs, turned around and drew an arc at the end of the take-off runway. The wind was now from the east, which was consistent with the direction they were heading. This was a good sign.

The tower sounded the alarm, and the entire air force base entered a state of emergency, with all efforts made to escort these martyrs into space.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Matthew shouted into the microphone. "Take away everything you don't need!"

He pointed at the machine gun on the back of his plane and said, "Take this one off too! I don't need this. Neos will protect me!"

These were the only remaining self-defense machine guns. Without them, they would have no self-defense capabilities. The men did as they were told without hesitation. At the same time, barrels of extra fuel were also brought up. If they wanted to fly more, they would have to refuel more.

Time passed quickly and Matthew was in position. Sitting in his cabin, he waved to Marshal Tirpitz on the tower, and then he started the engine.

Before this, Malta was the largest air force base of the Crusaders in the Mediterranean. The Knights Templar may not be able to ride a horse, drive a tank, or even recite the prayers in full, but they must be able to fly a plane!

No one is more familiar with the Mediterranean sea and sky than them.

He pushed the throttle to the maximum and released the brake. At this time, the headwind had provided him with airspeed. May Om Messiah bless him and take off!

Pull it up, pull it up!

When the wheels were about to leave the end of the runway, he held the control stick back, but the bomber could not lift the front wheel. The detachable front wheel slid directly off the runway and rolled down the cliff at the end of the runway.

　Jiulinliu (IV) 6?7?30?8? Flying up!

After the first one, there was the second, and the third. The further back we went, the longer the runway became. One bomber after another left the runway and entered the sky.

There was no time to assemble bombing formations in the air, and they could slowly adjust during the long twelve-hour journey.

"Good luck to you!" Marshal Tirpitz shouted from the tower.

The bomber's range was sufficient to carry out the bombing of Jerusalem, but after the bombing was completed...

He stopped himself from imagining this. As long as he could drop the bomb on the heretic's head, he would win! This would greatly boost morale at home. At the same time, Matthew's bombing unit would live forever in the hearts of the people.

Yes, it is like that.

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Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 78: The Bombing of Jerusalem

"Is the turbocharger working properly?"

"Wait a minute, I need to pray over the supercharger before I can tell you if it works properly."

Matthew listened to the voice of navigator Antonio coming from below over the intercom: "The machine spirit is active. We can increase the altitude to 9400 meters."

Now, the bomber unit has flown to an altitude of nearly 10,000 meters. The specially designed two-stage turbocharger provides the engine with a steady supply of sufficient air, allowing the piston engine to work normally.

England has invested a lot in the development of superchargers. After all, the air is thin at high altitudes, and only efficient superchargers can provide the engine with sufficient air intake. Otherwise, the power will be sharply reduced.

This is also a disadvantage of piston engines, but for the Crusader's rocket-powered interceptor, altitude is not a problem.

Twelve hours is definitely a long flight, and it is a great test for the pilot's physical strength.

"Attention, rest in batches according to the assignment." Matthew said, he unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the door at the back. Inside was a three-story sleeper area.

With the continuous development of technology, the European Association's aircraft can now have a small pressurized cabin section, in which simple hammock berths can be arranged for personnel to rest. During flight, it is important to maintain physical strength.

Only the remaining pilots were still concentrating on operating the aircraft and monitoring the data from various instruments. According to the assignment, they would be rotated in four hours.

...

"Two hundred and fifty nautical miles to Jerusalem," said Lieutenant Porter, the navigator.

"Keep flying high and fly 100 nautical miles," Matthew said. "At 200 nautical miles, switch to ultra-low altitude, with two planes in each group."

The Martyr bomber continued to fly at a speed of 350 kilometers per hour for more than 20 minutes.

"Attention, enter ultra-low altitude and fly close to the sea surface." Matthew gave the order calmly.

The Martyr bomber slowly lowered its altitude at a very small descent angle, making full use of the aircraft's energy and descending in the most fuel-efficient way.

This was the skill of a veteran. Although Matthew was the first to take off, his plane had consumed the least amount of fuel so far. Of course, this was also due to the assistance of his loyal machine spirit.

As the altitude gradually decreased, the sea surface drew closer. When it was still a hundred meters away from the sea, Matthew slowly leveled the plane. From a beast in the sky, it transformed into a monster flying low over the sea. The Martyr bomber continued to move forward.

At this time, Captain Matthew was the most nervous.

They also only had one chance to bomb, and once they flew over Jerusalem, they couldn't turn around and fly back. The northern part of Jerusalem had the heaviest defenses because it had to guard against the new Antiochian Principality behind it, while the southern part of Palestine had relatively light defenses.

According to the bombing plan, they would head northeast from Suez Province into the Rafah area in the southern Gaza Strip, then head north through Gaza. After bombing Jerusalem, they would either choose to head west, bypassing Lebanon, where the heretic defenses were the strongest, and fly to the Principality of New Antioch. New Antioch promised to send fighter jets to escort them along the west coast of Lebanon.

Or go east, pass through the city wall that has stood in Arabia for more than 800 years, and land in the territory of the Iron Wall Sultanate.

However, they were no longer flying over the ocean, with no reference points. They had no radio or satellite navigation, relying solely on a three-degree-of-freedom gyroscope and a magnetic compass. The mechanical gyroscope's precession wasn't enough to mitigate the accumulating yaw error, so they could only pray that the error wouldn't cause them to miss Jerusalem.

They only had just enough fuel, and if they deviated from their course they could only pray that the machine spirit would use its strength to steal oil from the warp.

"The only meaningful thing to do is to drop a bomb over Jerusalem!"

Matthew marked the chart while looking down through the sight. Time passed little by little. They had been flying for more than four hours. It was about 12 o'clock Jerusalem time.

Suddenly, Matthew became excited: "We can see land ahead. We are about to enter the airspace over Gaza!"

Gaza is on the West Bank of the Jordan River. Finding the landmarks would reveal the location of Jerusalem. They only needed to fly for another ten minutes to reach their target! He fixed his eyes on the sight, and at this moment, he felt his heartbeat quicken.

"The course is two degrees off the planned route, adjust to the right," the navigator shouted.

Without advanced navigation equipment, this fleet successfully found the target relying only on nautical charts, magnetic compasses, gyroscopes and machine spirits. It was simply a miracle!

"So loyal! Both the Machine Spirit and everyone else are so loyal!" Matthew was so moved that he made the sign of the cross on his chest. Everyone in the cabin excitedly took out the eagle emblem cross and kissed it hard.

"How much fuel is left?"

The pilot glanced at the instrument. The pointer of the instrument had been stuck at about 5% of the fuel level for a long time. He knew that the machine spirit was exerting its strength.

The pilot gently stroked the instrument, hung the cross on the lever, and said, "Enough to complete the bombing mission."

It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell the truth. Sometimes things in the subspace are so magical. As long as you don’t say it, I don’t say it, and the machine spirit doesn’t say it, the oil in the tank will be in a quantum state. If you don’t predict or observe it, then just assume it is full!

In the farmlands of the West Bank, hundreds of ordinary people who were working looked up and watched the planes flying in the sky.

"Snap! Snap!" The Yoked Demon Supervisor whipped him twice, then the Yoked Demon roared towards the sky, celebrating his own aircraft.

They were not professionals and their brains were not very sharp, so they could not identify the model of the aircraft. However, now, the only plane that could fly here was their own.

Go ahead and blow up those slaves! A yoke demon roared.

Under the propaganda of the Seven-Headed Serpent Court, the lower-level soldiers and civilians of the heretic legion, whether they were yoke demons or mortals, or ordinary people and heretic soldiers in the hell-occupied areas, were all shouting for war. Fools are the easiest to incite.

Jerusalem time, 12:30.

The "Martyr" bomber formation flew like ghosts under the cover of night and clouds. After a long and agonizing flight, they finally arrived at their destined destination - the sky above Jerusalem.

When the first wisp of foul air, mingled with the scent of sulfur and blood, seeped through the cracks in the cockpit, the pilots knew they had entered the core of Hell on Earth. Parting the last of the twisted clouds, the legendary holy city, now the demonic capital of Hell, unfolded before them in a breathtaking display.

This was no longer the holy place depicted in any historical records or religious texts. Over eight hundred years of hellish erosion had completely transformed the city into a profane monument befitting its evil nature.

From above, the outline of Jerusalem's city was still barely discernible, but its flesh-and-blood structures had been shattered beyond all recognition. Temples and halls that once symbolized sacredness and dignity had become grotesque dens. Spires were broken, and walls were smeared with blasphemous symbols and horrific totems congealed from blood and filth.

At the site of Solomon's Temple, the primary target of this "Armed Pilgrimage," a massive portal emanated a terrifying aura. Its edges flickered with a blend of crimson and violet lightning, tinging the surrounding sky with an ominous hue. Through the distorting veil of light, one could vaguely glimpse the terrifying scene beyond the portal, a true hell, ablaze with eternal flames. Countless demons of various shapes and forms swarmed from the portal like locusts, or were sucked in. This place had become the greatest artery connecting Hell to the human world.

A thick layer of fog enveloped the city. From time to time, gigantic flying demons flew through the fog. On the ground, countless tiny points of light moved: patrolling demons and enslaved, zombie-like humans.

The city is still reveling, with sacrifices taking place all the time. This has been the daily routine for over eight hundred years.

The pilots gazed through the cockpit glass at the once holy city below.

"We've arrived over Jerusalem!" Matthew shouted, his eyes fixed on the sight. "We're searching for our target."

Soon, Matthew found the target, a large factory, which must be producing weapons for the heretic legion. Let's blow it up!

"Attention, entering the bombing route, keep flying straight, and prepare to drop bombs."

Midnight in Jerusalem is very lively.

There are not many "people" on the streets - or rather, there are not many residents of Hell. Most of them are partying. The recent outward expansion of Hell has made this war machine run at a higher speed. Even those who work in the core control area of ​​Hell have a workload several times greater than usual.

"The servants of the great Lord of Hell are fighting on the front lines. We will advance across Europe and occupy many areas! We also have exits to America and Finland. Everywhere, the devotion of our loyal servants is needed!"

In a temple of hell on the streets of Jerusalem, in front of a house adjacent to the recruitment office, a real-life propagandist sent from the third ring of hell was preaching to the ordinary citizens who had gathered.

Nearly half of the ordinary citizens are demons, and the remaining half are basically mortals with mixed hellish blood. Their status... is basically that they can sit at the same table with the miserable mortals captured from outside. They only need to choose between being worked to death in the factory and being killed on the front line.

"All of this is for our great Lord of Hell. More sacrifices, more lives. Among the seven lords of the Seven Rings of Hell, there will surely be one who suits your faith!" the demon continued, "Come, join the Fly Knights of the Third Ring of Hell! The Black Grail Cult always welcomes new blood! Let us stand up and dedicate everything to the Lord of Hell!"

Under his instigation, several ordinary demons were eager to try, but more mortals were just watching.

"As long as you join our Black Grail Cult, you will be given three days of vacation time every month as compensation, so you don't have to go to the front line to fight against the tyrant's servants (Hell calls God the tyrant). First come first served, the number of places is limited!" After the devil said this, the mortals present were immediately excited.

"I want to sign up, I want to sign up!"

Now that Hell is constantly expanding outward by relying on blitzkrieg, it needs to use all funds on the military. This has led to the people's livelihood being quite poor both in the homeland and in the occupied areas, and their lives are actually very difficult.

Even if he joined the army, an ordinary heretic soldier could not even buy five kilograms of apples with his monthly salary.

Therefore, after the heretic soldiers entered the occupied area, the first thing they did was to implement the Three Alls Policy, and they had to dig up all the land in the village to see if there was anything hidden!