In the French army's supply yard outside Baledik, Quartermaster Colonel Brown frowned as he looked at the supplies in front of him. The supplies from the rear are still coming here, but they can't be transported to Verdun, and these supplies are piled up here, piling up more and more. And the two armies that were supposed to go to Verdun for reinforcements now have one and a half remaining here, and they have to allocate supplies of hundreds of thousands of people every day, which gives Colonel Brown a headache.

Originally, it was thought that Baledik was just a transit station, and that neither men nor supplies would stay here for long, so it didn't need too many people, but now, the huge number of people entering and leaving the warehouse every day has made Colonel Brown, who is in charge of statistics, and his officers anxious.

"Hurry up! Don't be lazy there! Hurry up and help! Verdun is in dire need of these supplies! Not far away came the officer's scolding, and Brown shook his head and ignored it. This is obviously a guy who can't get used to seeing someone who is idle and has nothing to do and is angry, and is in urgent need? How much supplies can be transported to Verdun every day now?

After the car began to be transported at night, although it was true that it would not be attacked by the Germans, the transportation efficiency was also greatly reduced, and now 3,000 tons of materials can be transported out every two days. Even if you really need it, you can't transport it.

Ignore these things, you have more important things to do. Brown asked his orderlies to bring his horses, and he was going to the city to find General Dekaciterno of the 2nd Army, and the current material yard could not continue to increase the storage capacity, so he wanted to ask the 2nd Army stationed nearby to help open a new yard.

I had to ask the general for help, coordinate the work with the Second Army, supervise the progress of the project, and then manage the new yard, and my own work had to be increased. Colonel Brown thought wryly. No, if you continue like this, you will probably be exhausted to death, anyway, you have to beg someone, and you must find a way to leave the new yard to others to manage.

Riding away from the yard, near the Second Army was stationed, and the dense tents represented hundreds of thousands of rabbit cubs waiting to be fed. The thought of this made Colonel Brown feel a stomachache.

Suddenly, Brown, startled by a cannon shot, shook, and then the cannon rang out one after another. However, such a cannon sound did not make Brown seem too panicked, and the barracks on the side did not blow up. This kind of cannon sound was not made by the dear Miss 75, and the French officers and soldiers in the sky were no longer surprised. In addition to the first trouble, the French thought that the Germans had come over to urgently assemble troops, and after a fierce toss, the French also figured out that this was nothing more than anti-aircraft guns attacking the German planes.

At first, he may have been worried that the Germans might come to drop bombs, but after a few times he found that the Germans' planes had just made a few circles above his head and flew away, the French settled down. Here is the rear of Verdun. The Germans could not have hit this; The Germans' planes could attack the road, but there were hundreds of thousands of troops here, and there were many anti-aircraft guns, and the Germans couldn't do anything about themselves, and this perception made the French officers and soldiers quite calm at this time.

However, Brown, who subconsciously followed the sound of artillery and looked into the sky, blurted out in the black smoke to find the German plane that was being attacked: "Oh, my God! ”

In the northwest, black spots appeared in the sky like locusts!

This time is different! This realization made Brown's heart instantly grasp the fear of the unknown.

"The French reacted pretty quickly!" Wrighthaupt muttered as he looked at the black smoke that was constantly bursting in the sky, and originally wanted to drop the 50 kg bomb before the French could react. Then you can perform a more accurate large-angle slide bomb to knock out the French's ability to counterattack, but now it seems that it really doesn't go so well.

"This is Eagle One. All KEK, swoop strafing! Crush the French anti-aircraft guns! The shouts of the escort fighter leader suddenly sounded in the headset, followed by the eight Me-5F-1s roaring down in an instant.

The French anti-aircraft artillery on the ground saw the German planes rushing down like falcons, and then four fires lit up, and four clouds of dust were pulled out of the ground and rushed straight towards them. The bullets ploughed over the anti-aircraft gun emplacements, and after a clanging sound. The gun emplacements were already covered with blood.

The German fighters, who had been diving until an altitude of 200 meters, pulled up the nose of the plane, and the whip of bullets swept forward, blurring the flesh and blood of the French soldiers on the second gun position. The wingman who followed behind ploughed up again along the sweep of the long plane, making sure that the Frenchmen were dead.

At such a low altitude, the 75-mm anti-aircraft guns, which rotated slowly and pitched slowly, had no way to take the fighters that flashed by. A round of dive by the Germans silenced several of the French anti-aircraft guns, and the pressure on the FFA on them was greatly reduced.

"Eagle No. 1, I'll treat you to two glasses when I go back!" Wrighthaupt shouted: "First squadron! 50 kg of bombs were dropped on the anti-aircraft artillery positions of the French! ”

Wrighthaupt pressed the nose slightly, Ha-1J began to slide at a small angle, and gently pressed the shooting button on the joystick, and the 12.7mm heavy machine gun in the nose fired a short burst, Wrighthaupt certainly didn't expect this to hit anyone, but it could help him predict the trajectory of the bomb's fall, anyway, the 50kg bomb was not small, and the French anti-aircraft artillery positions were stacked with anti-aircraft shells, and rubbing to the edge of the point would make the surrounding Frenchmen go to the sky.

The dust pulled by the bullets on the ground swept past the French gun position, Wrighthaupt adjusted the direction of the nose slightly, and then pressed the bomb button, and the plane instantly lightened, and the 50-kilogram bomb left the pylon, dragging a terrible whistle and falling to the ground.

The landing point of the bomb was still a little offset from Wrighthaupt's prediction, and the horizontal bombing with low speed and insufficient accuracy could only do this. However, this distance was sufficient, and the scattered flames and flying shrapnel of the exploding 50-kilogram bomb swept through the French soldiers and detonated the nearby 75-mm anti-aircraft shells, which had been equipped with fuses in a chain reaction that ignited fireballs on the French positions.

From the sky, you can only see fireballs constantly exploding on the ground, but on the ground, the French soldiers feel like they are in hell, and the fleeing French soldiers feel like they are surrounded by explosions. No matter which direction you run, you are running towards death.

And the flying shrapnel and the splash of flames were not the things that made the French soldiers mentally break down the most, and the person lying on the ground with his head in his arms could only press his head lower by listening to the sound of objects flying overhead. And the "snapping" sound of the soft and sticky object hitting the hard metal of the anti-aircraft gun next to him, and then sliding down against the metal and dragging it out made the French soldiers can't help but retch.

However, the Germans in the sky did not feel this way, and Wrighthaupt, who had lost 50 kilograms of burden, was in a good mood, and after the plane regained its original lightness, he finally felt that the control was back in his hands, and the French anti-aircraft gun positions in front of him had been enveloped by explosions. Now it's time to clear up the rest of the positions: "First squadron, spread out, drop bombs with precision!" With a hard push of the joystick, Wrighthaupt pounced with 16 Ha-1Js like fighters just now, and after a shallow dive at a 40-degree angle, Wrighthaupt assured that he would never miss.

The fighter who had just dived had already made a circle and then regained altitude and attacked again after Ha-1J. Wrighthaupt descended to a height of 500 meters to drop the first 25-kilogram bomb, which landed exactly less than 5 meters from the French gun emplacement, and continued to slide to a height of 300 meters to drop the second bomb. This time, it was even more fortunate to hit an anti-aircraft gun directly, and this anti-aircraft gun turned into scattered parts in Wrighthaupt's eyes.

However, Wrighthaupt did not pull up, and pulled the launch button on the fleeing French soldier on the ground, plowing the ground like a fighter does. However, the 12.7 mm shaft gun was obviously much more powerful than the 7.62 mm machine gun, and the French soldiers who were swept by the bullets were instantly shredded and then turned into unrecognizable rotten flesh.

It was only after rushing to a height of 50 meters that Wrighthaupt pulled up the nose and began to circle around it, while the rear-seat machine gunner continued to fire sideways with the MG90. Accompanied by Wrighthaupt's flight trajectory, a semicircle was swept across the ground.

"12.7mm is really impressive! I'll put it on when I go back! The shouts of Eagle 1 rang out in the headphones. The domineering power of the 12.7mm shaft gun just now made him itch.

"Why don't you come to FFA?" Wrighthaupt joked.

"Just kidding, I don't want to bring someone behind, and I guess I'll be beaten to death by my own people first."

"The anti-aircraft artillery positions have been suppressed, the bombing channels have been opened, according to the original plan: FFA, the French supply yard! KG2。 French barracks! KG3, Baledik City! Wrighthaupt shouted.

Previously, the reconnaissance planes were not wandering around in Baledik, and the material yard was a key target from the beginning, and it is another matter how many people can be killed by the air strike, but once all the supplies of the French army are sent to the sky. Did the Frenchman use his rifle as a stick?!

The KG formations high in the air began to separate, and two teams of ZS-3B rushed in two directions.

Colonel Brown, who was on the ground, could see the German planes rushing down in the sky, followed by a huge explosion accompanied by a burst of fire, and then the German planes swooped down in his direction.

Escape! Run! Brown turned the horse's head and stabbed the horse's belly hard, hoping he could run faster. However, he was too conspicuous to be a target on horseback, and the fact that he was followed by a cavalryman showed that he was a high-ranking officer.

A Me-5F-1 shot him to the ground, Brown's legs were crushed by the horse's corpse, he lay on the ground unable to move, he tried to struggle to get up, but the warm sensation in his chest slowly spread took away his physical strength, after a few attempts, Brown gave up, lying on the ground and looking up at the sky, feeling the loss of body temperature. The German plane whistled by in front of him, and at the last moment before he lost consciousness, he thought that the direction in which the Germans were flying was his own material yard, and he was really derelict in his duty.

FFA's planes flew over the heads of the French and headed straight for the supply yard. At this time, Wrighthaupt, who had already thrown away the bomb, looked at the mountains of materials in the material yard and smacked his lips, he no longer had bombs, and he might not be able to burst the shells without fuses, and the rows of cars below were simply tempting cakes, but he couldn't eat them in his mouth, which was really tireless.

However, two Me-5F-1s next to him suddenly swept by and rushed to the ground, and Wrighthaupt hurriedly shouted: "Eagle 1!" Eagle 1. Don't waste ammo, your machine guns aren't ......"

The sight of a flame blazing in front of him, then exploding violently, and the flames flying in all directions like a liquid made Wrighthaupt's words slow down by half a beat: "What's the use......"

"What did you just say?" The voice of Eagle No. 1 came from the earphones, and he didn't reply for a long time. The other side sneered again: "Looking at the explosion, there should be one or two hundred tons of gasoline." ”

"Tsk." Wrighthaupt smacked his lips again, FFA was robbed of his flesh by KEK during the attack on the enemy, which made his heart even more crooked.

The explosion of the gasoline barrel in the corner of the yard was just the beginning, and the Ha-1J who dropped bombs one after another turned the entire yard into a sea of fire, and the explosions came one after another, and various ammunition that was detonated flew in all directions, and then fell into all corners of the yard, helping the FFA, which had a small number of bombs, to turn hundreds of thousands of tons of materials in the entire yard into burning garbage. Cars parked in the yard and being loaded have also been turned into scrap metal. This time the bombing destroyed almost as many cars as the Germans had killed in pieces.

When the yard turned into a sea of fire, the military camp that was still loose next to it was now in chaos again, and the sharp whistle echoed in the camp, and the officers tried to restore order. Order, though? Fuck you order! The Germans have already dropped their bombs, are they still gathering a line and waiting for the bombs to fall on their heads in a neat queue?

It was too late, though.

64 ZS-3Bs have already reached the heads of the French.

"The bomb bay is ready!"

"30 seconds before entering!"

"The hatch is open!"

With the opening of the hatch under the belly of the ZS-3B. The cold wind poured into the cabin, making the flight of the plane bumpy. The pilot struggled to hold the fuselage, while the bombardier under the nose stared intently at the bomb sight, and then flipped the bomb switch as the sight was aimed at the first tent in the French camp.

As soon as the pylons in the magazine were loosened, 20 100-kilogram bombs left the engine room and fell to the ground under the action of gravity.

"The bomb has been dropped!"

"Close the hatch!" As the doors closed, the plane returned to its steady.

Follow-up bombers have also begun to drop bombs. The sight of 40 bombs dropped by each bomber was spectacular, as if a beaded curtain had been hung from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the fire rose on the ground, and the continuous forward fire enveloped the French camp, and the follow-up bombers were very skillful in timing the bombing. Blazing on the ground spread forward across the earth.

"It's like a carpet." This is the thought that rises in the mind of watching the bombardier on the ground.

The sight of the bombers at high altitudes looking like carpets shocked the German pilots at low altitudes.

"What these guys threw down!" Wrighthaupt muttered to himself as he watched the tragedy on the ground.

How powerful can a 100 kg bomb be? The fireworks from the shells that exploded in the material yard were much more spectacular than that! But the tragic scene in the French camp at this time made Reithaupt feel a little sick to his stomach.

Unlike fireballs that rise up after a bomb explodes, which quickly dissipates, most of the bombs form a very peculiar ribbon of flame on the ground! The flames burning on the ground instantly became a wall of fire! Wherever the sparks fall, they will instantly burn, and even if there is no grass in the mud, the flames can still burn on the brown mud ground!

And there were also some strange bombs in it, which exploded when they landed, and then turned into a cloud of white dust, and then instantly turned into a dazzling ball of light, shining white like the sun on the ground. Unlike burning flames, the white light emitted by these bombs means extremely high temperatures, and the surrounding moisture is evaporated instantly! The scattered sparks flew around with white smoke and dust, forming white smoke bands, which were very beautiful. Although the effect of the explosion is different, these sparks are also impossible to extinguish.

Everything is burning! Ground! Tree! Tent! Air! And, people!

Even through the cockpit canopy, you can hear the terrible screams and wails of the French soldiers. The French soldiers stained with flames instantly turned into balls of fire. The French soldiers who tried to rescue their comrades not only failed to extinguish the flames on their comrades, but instead set themselves on fire and began to scream as fiercely as the people they tried to rescue.

Turning into a ball of fire, the screaming soldier tries to call for help from his comrades, but everyone who is pulled will immediately become like him. The struggling French soldiers rolled on the ground, but the flames were firmly attached to them, and their struggles not only did not extinguish the flames, but spread the flames, turning them into a fire wherever they rolled.

The French soldiers, who were stuck to the flying sparks, screamed and slapped their bodies, and although no flames were ignited in them, their clothes were burned holes, their skin was burned, their muscles were burned, and these sparks continued to burrow into their bodies like life, until they burned into their bones.

Such a tragic scene made all the French soldiers retreat from every screaming comrade-in-arms, but at this time, there was nowhere to hide in the camp, which had become a sea of fire, and the dense tents became a source of fire. The open space that did not burn was crowded with French soldiers, and they shot in horror at the fire that ran towards them, and then they watched with pale faces as their comrades fell to the ground and continued to burn, and then turned into a clump of coke curled up, and on such coke, the flames were still burning!

Others were not charred, their bodies did not even look like they were burned, their clothes were full of holes, they were not burned, their bodies were not charred, they were not even black. But it is even more miserable. The body had become dry as if it had been evaporated, and the dry body was crumpled into twisted furrows, and the pink muscles that had burned off the skin were exposed, and these muscles were covered with small black holes that went deep into the bones. Half of the burned cheek was left with only a deep hollow in the eye socket, and the burned half of the scalp and the other half of the charred and curly hair were distinct, and it looked even more terrifying.

Everything in front of them was destroying the hearts of the surviving French soldiers, but that didn't mean they were safe, the burning flames scorched the air, and the evaporation of moisture made the soldiers' lips crack and their hair curled, but that wasn't the biggest danger. The rising black smoke was everywhere, and there was a strange white smoke wafting around, although it was an open field, but such a large area of smoke was difficult to disperse for a long time, the smoke-choking soldiers couldn't open their eyes, and some people kept coughing and falling to the ground, and then kept vomiting blood from their mouths, breathing began to become rapid, and then breathed as violently as an asthma patient, and finally slowly lost their lives.

At this time, Wrighthaupt even hated why he was an FFA pilot, because his Ha-1J had a rear-seat machine gunner, so the cockpit was not a fully enclosed cockpit like the Me-5F-1, the cockpit canopy was only covered on the top of the machine gunner's head, and the back was completely open.

Even though he had risen to an altitude of 500 meters, Wrighthaupt felt that the air he breathed still had a disgusting smell of roast meat, and the more he thought about it, the more Wrighthaupt felt his stomach churning.

Such a tragic scene made all the pilots at low altitude speechless, even the pilots who had just been accurate and ruthless in the ground attack, and the FFA who had beaten the French into a puddle of minced meat with a 12.7mm machine gun could not accept the tragedy below, and the entire radio channel was silent, only the occasional retching sound from the headphones proved that the pilots were still alive.

"Ascender No. 1......" Wrighthaupt swallowed and said with some difficulty, "Do you know what you threw down?" ”

......There was silence in the headset for a while, and then a reply came: "It's classified." ”

"You threw the same thing into Baledik?" Wrighthaupt felt his mouth dry, as if the heat wave below had dried the water in his cockpit, and he could not imagine what the city would become at this time, but the billowing smoke and soaring fire from the nearby city made Wrighthaupt himself understand that he should not ask such a stupid question at all.

“…… Yes. ”

There was a long silence in the "......" channel.

After a while, Wrighthaupt said with difficulty: "...... You have opened the gates of hell. ”

"War is hell."

"......" Wrighthaupt didn't know what to say.

"And we're in hell." Eagle One said. (To be continued.) )

PS: I always feel that it will be harmonious when I write it like this