The raid on the French airfield two days ago successfully stimulated the German flying team, and they gave this Fokker . The E.III, which had been obsolete from air combat, was equipped with more bombs, making them a fighter-bomber. Although the power of the engines was insufficient, it did not affect them to install 4 more 12-kilogram bombs.

It is well known that when an aircraft dives and drops bombs, it is more accurate than the attack ability of artillery shells. Of course no Mike. Prince. The accuracy of the German aircraft of the dive-dropping bombsights produced by the Merlin Military Industrial Group is not comparable to the effectiveness of the "Benlei" attack aircraft.

But the Germans, known for their precision, naturally had their own way of solving this problem, which was just beginning to emerge and had not yet had time to be studied in the war.

The Fokker E.III will begin to strafe when it dives to a certain height. The pilot can clearly see where he is strafing, and when he starts to climb again, the bomb will detach from the wing. At this time, the impact point of the strafing will point to the landing point of the bomb, and according to the experimental results, the Germans accurately estimated this distance and designed a simple sight.

The 12-kilogram streamlined shell is also a very small bomb. They were not very affected by the wind, so German pilots who had been well trained before the war were able to keep the bombs within their killing radius.

He had just straightened up in the trench and mounted his rifle on the sandbag in front of the trench to equip the infantry against the German infantry assault. They were subjected to 100 Fokker E.IIIs in the sky and a much larger number of Albatross Ds covering them.

There are soldiers for the large number of falkkers in the sky. The E.III aircraft wondered how they could have been so many of them in previous battles who had only been on the mission of calibration.

"Look, the thief cuckoo has laid eggs!"

With a panicked sound in their voices, the French soldiers looked up to the sky. The sky is the Fakker that began to dive in waves. E.III and Albatross D, with a brief strafing shot, threw down small black dots.

The desperate French soldiers, staring at them with frightened eyes, threw away their rifles one by one, held their heads in their hands, and howled towards all corners and places that seemed to be safe from aerial attacks.

This was followed by the chirping of bombs as they fell.

"Boom ......"

In the sound of explosions, incendiary bombs can easily ignite civil bunkers, and explosive bombs can blow up trenches and soldiers have no way to hide. The French officers were desperate, and the revolver in their hands had long since disappeared at this moment, hugging the telephone line and yelling vigorously.

When a series of bombs exploded not far away, throwing shrapnel and dust, they barked desperately in hoarse voices, like enraged dogs.

"Airplanes, all German planes...... The front collapsed...... Dead, all the soldiers died...... It's over, it's over......"

They collapsed, and in this cold spring morning, their faces were covered with cold sweat mixed with dust, mud, and blood on their cheeks. A pair of eyes revealed infinite fear. Whenever the sound of airplane engines in the sky came from far and near, they subconsciously squeezed their bodies against the wall of the trench, as if they were willing to squeeze until they melted into the dirt.

More French soldiers, in the air which did not know when it would stop, collapsed. One by one, they bent over, their hands over their ears, and stumbled into the trenches, between the craters. Roll, run, survive. Their morale, under the heavy air blows, collapsed.

The strong strike team of the German infantry was filled with infinite joy at this time. Their offensive met hardly any effective resistance. Minefields, barbed wire, obstacles were almost completely destroyed during intensive shelling. There was no effective attack on the front line in front of them like a demon, which made their advance pleasant as if it were an outing.

When the infantry at the front, with their rifles and bayonets in their hands, carefully rolled in succession, and rushed into the French trenches, they were stunned by what they saw.

French soldiers lay in clusters in the trenches, all of them surrounded by traces of airplane fire, and more pillboxes were blown into rubble by air-dropped bombs. The wreckage and corpses of the machine gun nest and the machine gunner are often surrounded by dense bomb craters in the center, and both the machine gun and the machine gunner have been mutilated in the violent explosion.

"Unfurl our flags, watch out for ......"

The captain of the team was horrified to find that the planes in the sky did not know the reality on the ground, and they just stubbornly swooped down again and again, shooting bullets and dropping bombs at everyone who seemed to be active.

Amid the heavy explosions, more German assault squad soldiers rushed into the French trenches, followed by a line of skirmishers. It was only then that the planes in the air shifted their aim and attacked the French ground targets further behind.

The mortars in the assault squad began to look for suitable emplacements to provide fire support to the advancing infantry. With the influx of more and more infantry, the Germans broke through the first line of defense on the periphery of Nancy. At this time, artillery fire extended from the bottom of the first line of French defense to the second line.

Falkker in the sky. The E.III also seemed satisfied, and they stopped their dive and began to return to base. Of course, today's battle has just begun, and the purpose of their return is to refuel and hang up their bombs in preparation for the next ground attack.

The higher albatross D did not withdraw from the battlefield, and their mission was to maintain air superiority except for dropping the bomb hidden in the belly of the aircraft during the first wave of ground attacks. They will continue to patrol the air until the next batch of albatross comes to replace them.

Surprisingly, not a single plane was sent from the direction of Nancy to seize air superiority, and it seemed that they had completely left the Germans to do whatever they wanted with the line of defense on which they relied to maintain security.

This point is even from the higher sky watching the battlefield, "Hawkeye" on the "Hawkeye" of Ruiwu. Lieutenant Louberry also sensed something suspicious.

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Early in the morning, the Hawkeye airship began to climb in the "8" shaped circle. Finally, it is stabilized at a safe altitude out of the reach of other aircraft, and from here the wide-angle large multiplier telescope allows their gaze to penetrate distant space. Not only can the movements of the French army occupy the line below be clearly seen, but also the actions of the German side can be clearly seen.

The width of the German attack was up to 10 kilometers, and the troops invested were at least three divisions, and the position of the artillery team in the distance naturally could not escape the "eagle eye" in the sky. Report on the situation at the frontEver since the German planes first flew here, he reported it to the "Iron Wing Headquarters" in Nancy.

But now there was not a single reinforcement from Nancy, either on the ground or in the air, as if the combined flying force, which had never fought before, was afraid. Faced with the isolation of the French army on the ground, he couldn't help but mutter.

"Don of this bastard, what the hell is he going to do?"