The "Benlei-type" attack aircraft is indeed a product of the times.

The extremely sturdy fuselage, its fuselage shelves are much stronger than those found on the German "Albatross D" aircraft, and the honeycomb structure, a "natural masterpiece" moved from nature, is very versatile.

The transparent bulletproof glass cockpit insulates the pilots from the outside of the cabin, the fluorescent instrument panel is more comprehensive and reasonable than ordinary aircraft, and even the numerous buttons on the joystick are much better than the wrench on the fighter jet, and even the chair feels more comfortable than the chair on the ordinary fighter plane.

"It's a real pleasure to sit in a cabin like this!"

The 50 ace pilots of the Allied Flying Corps who were selected to carry out this mission were described as "suicide" heroes by some who were not selected.

It is believed that this alone can already make their names the most dazzling headlines in the wartime, in newspapers devoted to heroes, and for a week long.

"Turn on the engine, check the flight indicator ......"

In two hours, the "heroes" became familiar with the secret weapon known as the "Ben Lei", which, as ace pilots, was very easy to maneuver. The only thing that makes them most unhappy is that this is an attack aircraft and not a fighter, and even the people who control them are some rookies who have just come out of aviation school.

"It's a bit of a ...... to give these boys such a good plane Alas! ”

The last sigh expressed his ambivalence about the majesty of the fighter and his ambivalence about the "Benlei" attack aircraft.

At the very least, two Spanish-made, water-cooled, V-eight-cylinder "Espano Siza" engines with a thrust-to-weight ratio of 13.5 – "the best aero engine in the world" – are making a uniform "buzzing" sound.

The pilot of that would be a bit like today's racers, who cared about their car's speed, horsepower, and all the devices that would have enabled him to win races.

This kind of light power plant with very little drag and a power-to-weight ratio (power/weight ratio) of 13.5 on the "Benlei" attack aircraft is exactly what they can show off to anyone.

Above the airport, improvised fires marked the runway, and 25 "Benleilong attack planes" roared into the sky. They each carried 600 rounds of 12.7 mm machine gun ammunition and an additional 12 anti-personnel bombs.

Fifty planes were to carry 600 12kg personnel anti-personnel shells to greet the German skirmishers.

The sound of the plane's engines was almost completely drowned out by the violent explosion of German shells, and even the sound of the plane taking off did not attract the attention of nearby residents.

Tang Yunyang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, did not forget his partner, Frank. Luke, as his partner, will fly another "Benlei" attack aircraft as his wingman, and the two attack aircraft will form an attack crew.

Looking down from 300 meters in the air, on the ground are the landmarks of the military police units of the French Army, in accordance with the orders issued by the Xiafei Command, in the fields, mountains and other places.

Some of the artillery's tethered observation balloons were also raised to a height of 200 meters to light bright lights to indicate the altitude and direction.

At nine o'clock in the evening, they had already flown to a place less than ten kilometers from the Verdun territory, which was bathed in artillery fire, and the silence of the battlefield did not allow anyone to hear the planes.

At the same time, the field artillery group of 75-mm guns on the front line of the French army received the opportunity to use a large number of flares to illuminate the battlefield, and at the specified time, hundreds of flares were fired. At the same time, front-line troops were asked to use signal flares to indicate the command of the enemy's position. Like the German soldiers, no one in the French army knew why.

"Hey, hey! These things are enough for a German to drink a pot! And then...... Strengthen the propaganda offensive and give us a good reputation! ”

The flares are like lights on the field, one by one, and if you look closely, you can see the difference between the iron-gray uniforms of the German army and the earth.

At a distance of several hundred meters, you can even see the yellow faces, shrunk into a little smaller.

Felix. Pokade, the boss of Georges Güneme, France's most famous future ace pilot, and led the 3rd Stork Squadron, himself a French ace pilot, was tasked with leading the night ground attack mission.

The navigation lights on his plane flashed several times in a row and regularly, which was the agreed attack signal, and each attack plane would dive into the battlefield illuminated by the flares in turn and separately with the attack of the lead crew.

On the battlefield, the German veterans who had rolled into the crater looked at the sky suspiciously, and were attacked by planes in the air at night, which was really an unheard of thing.

"Da Da ......"

In the sky, the terrifying sound of a large machine gun could be heard. You can see two columns of bullets raining down like a long dragon, drawing a series of horizontal lines on the ground. In the rising brown dirt, the soldiers who were hit, like grass in the wind, were blown into the ground.

Those who were hit often broke apart by the power of the 12.7 mm machine gun bullets. The corpses burned under the action of tracer incendiary bombs, emitting the foul stench of charred meat.

Whenever they saw this scene, the veterans shrank deeply at the bottom of the crater, and their hands pressed tightly on the helmets on their heads. Peek at the sky.

There were falling flares everywhere, and the bright light made it difficult to look directly at them for a long time, let alone organize aerial fire with machine guns and rifles.

Occasionally, in the darkness of the void, those who are obsessed with discovery can see the edges of the razor-sharp single-layer wings of attack planes that are piercing the sky, spewing flames and throwing them to death.

In the night sky, they swooped down from the sky like a group of angry demons. A barrage of machine-gun bullets and screeching bombs followed, and shards of steel whizzed and tore at soldiers' bodies and nerves.

As the attack planes swept across the ground, the rain of bullets swept over the soldiers' bodies, and behind them rose columns of smoke and loud noises from the explosion of bombs, tearing the soldiers' bodies and wills to shreds.

As more planes swept across the sky, not only were the commandos at the front scattered by 12.7 mm machine gun fire, but even the straggler lines and reserve assembly areas behind were also obscured by the shrapnel that was released by the bombs with a continuous sound of explosions.

Perhaps, it was only then that the French soldiers in the battle line came to their senses in such an air attack, and the entire line of defense seemed to be suddenly resurrected.

The German veterans who had been confronting the French for a long time knew that those were the light machine guns that the French had been equipped with to the platoon level, and although they were slightly inferior in power to the heavy machine guns, their huge numbers could often cause people to be frightened.

The mortars and 75-mm field artillery groups on the front line were also unwilling to be lonely and roared.

The almost constant firepower from the sky and the ground completely obscured the battlefield, and all that remained was the desperate and tormented German infantry.