Romanian Eagle

On the ground, on the Eastern Galician border, tanks, armored vehicles, torn off camouflage nets. A door of cannons began to fire violently.

"Boom!" As the god of war, artillery has always been the vanguard of the attack, and now artillery of various calibers are pouring towards the positions of the Polish border guards on the opposite side.

One after another, the cannonballs swept across the night sky, and the whole sky was lit up.

The Polish army was immediately awakened by the heavy artillery fire, and they immediately prepared to counterattack. However, compared with the large number and caliber of artillery that Romania has, the Polish counterattack does not pose any threat at all, at most it can only be regarded as a manifestation of its existence.

Compared with some resistance on the ground, the Romanian Air Force is completely dominated in the air.

In the east, gradually revealing the fish belly white, it is dawn.

I saw a train running along the railway with many Polish soldiers on it. They had wz.29 rifles in their hands and looked a little worried.

This rifle, produced in two Polish arsenals, F.B.Radom and F.B.Warszawa, is one of the foreign counterparts to the 1924 Mauser Standard Rifle, without much features.

The war broke out suddenly. What does it feel like when a soldier wakes up in his sleep and says there's a war, and gets on a train with a rifle?

Without any clue, they haven't reacted yet. Even after getting on the bus, they didn't even find their squad leader or platoon leader, they were simply pulled up to be cannon fodder.

Fortunately, it is not a stuffy tanker. The train has only half of the carriage. Many people can expose half of their bodies to the outside. The cold wind blows on their faces, and their eyes are confused.

"Look, what is that?" Just then, a soldier shouted.

Following the direction of his finger, they saw a group of fighter jets appearing in front of them. After the distance was closer, the Romanian logo under the fighter plane was so clear.

"No, it's a Romanian fighter jet."

Immediately, this sentence caused everyone to be in a commotion. Although they are just ordinary soldiers, they still know the basic military knowledge. In this case, they are like lambs to be slaughtered!

The anxious soldiers raised their rifles and wanted to shoot at them. Some smart soldiers were watching both sides of the railway, planning to choose a softer place to jump off. It is absolutely unsafe to stay in the train. Such a conspicuous target, those Romanians will never let go!

Sure enough, seeing the train carrying soldiers, two bombers immediately left the formation and rushed towards it. A completely unprotected train is like an unarmed lamb, at the mercy of others. Although the train driver was sweating profusely, the fixed line made it impossible for him to do anything.

I saw two bombers approaching one left and one right, and one of them dived over. The 12.7mm machine gun it carried was swept along the front of the train, and the train hit by the 12.7mm machine gun shot straight out of black smoke. Its thin layer of iron could not stop such a shooting at all, and the driver also fell in this attack. in a pool of blood.

And the bomber did not stop at all, and swept along the long trailer. This time, the soldiers on board fell into blood and mold. The 12.7-caliber bullets could not stand anyone, and immediately a blood line appeared in the carriage.

Many Polish soldiers in the carriage fell in a pool of blood, which caused heavy casualties. And their catastrophe is not over yet, because another plane dropped a bomb, which blew a big hole in the railway line dozens of meters in front of the train, and the sleepers were blown to pieces.

The two rails are presented like a twist.

The train that lost its driver drove past without hesitation. The front of the train rushed over with the carriages behind it, and the rails jumped out and fell into the low ground beside the railway. This was no time to prepare the soldiers on board, and the consequence was that at least half of the soldiers suffered inevitable losses.

And this is just one of the episodes. This air raid on Romania dispatched nearly a thousand fighters at one time, and they should attack their respective targets. Among them, airports, bridges, stations, military depots, warehouses, and air defense positions are the main targets.

At an airport on the outskirts of Zamošić, there was a lot of activity here, with a large number of ground crews and pilots working together to push fighter jets out of cover.

They had been informed of the Romanian and German invasions, and the news of the bombing ahead was equally heart-wrenching. Now they desperately want to take to the skies, engage fighters from both countries, and defend their homeland.

At this moment, only the sound of the nearby anti-aircraft guns was heard.

"There are enemy planes!" A shout made everyone quicken their pace.

I saw that a P11 fighter had been filled with fuel and loaded with bombs. As the pilot of the aircraft, Karsk immediately boarded the plane. Ignition, start, throttle, the P11 fighter slid through the airport as fast as a part of his body, then jumped up and flew into the sky.

Seeing that a plane had already flown into the sky was more like giving silent encouragement to everyone on the scene, and they were more motivated.

It's just that the Romanian Air Force, which controls air supremacy, naturally won't let them prepare calmly. I saw a large group of fighter planes suddenly appear in front of them. This is a team of RU28 twin-engine bombers with several RF20 fighters, and their purpose is obviously to destroy the airfield.

In the face of the huge crisis at the airport, Karsk, who was the only one who took off, naturally did not want his comrades to suffer losses, and saw him go up alone.

In the face of his provocation, Lieutenant Morakor, the fighter team leader responsible for protecting the bomber, immediately commanded his own teammates.

"Pol, take your wingman on air alert, and I'll go down with the wingman to solve this opponent."

After finally seeing an enemy plane, Lieutenant Morakil didn't plan to give it to his colleagues. He planned to eat the enemy plane himself, and he didn't plan to give his colleagues a chance. Not only did he have confidence in himself, but he also had plenty of confidence in his car.

"Understood, good luck."

Second Lieutenant Morakor held back his laughter at the words of his colleagues' blessing. He could think of Bol's expression. This guy was arranged to only see the expression on his meat-eating expression.

Second Lieutenant Morakor with his wingman rushed towards Karsk, who was trying to climb.

In the face of two Romanian fighter jets that rushed directly at him, Karsk was unusually calm, because he knew that if he didn't calm down, he would die. Moreover, his fighter jets had no advantage at all compared with the opponents. The only thing he could use was his own technology. In the face of the two RB20 fighter jets that rushed towards him, he operated his jets as if they were dancing.

"Da da da……"

A chain of fire hit him from the right, and he hurriedly operated the plane to dodge. At this moment, another chain of fire appeared on the left side, and I saw that he jerked the control stick, and suddenly the plane raised its head and ducked, and the chain of fire swept past the wingtips.

The continuous and tedious operations made Karsk gasp. It was not tiring, and it was too thrilling. He avoided two RB20 fighter jets temporarily, and was not willing to fight with them. His bigger goal was to intercept the bomber group and fight for time for his comrades.

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And Lieutenant Morakil, who was dodged by the Polish fighter plane, immediately called his teammates. "Pol, you stop this plane, pay attention to this guy is definitely a master, don't let him threaten the bomber."

Morakor, who turned the nose of the plane, took his wingman and pounced on it again. This time, it must not be allowed to threaten the bomber group, otherwise, even if he and others shot it down, they would be stared at the pillar of shame.

I'm getting closer, I'm getting closer to that group of bombers.

Karsk is not afraid at all. His small P11 fighter jet to attack other people's bombers looks like a moth to a flame, but he will never be afraid.

Poles, are a brave people, they will fight to protect their country!

It's just that he didn't notice that this time, not only were there two fighter jets in front of him viciously pounced on him, but the two planes behind him also bit him.

"Da da da……"

This time, two fire chains directly blocked his left and right leaping space, and two fire chains behind him locked it firmly.

This made Karsk, who was fully focused on the battle ahead, feel a sharp pain in his chest, and then his eyes went black. The out-of-operation fighter jet fell headlong.

After solving this difficult target, Morakor saw that the bomber group had already rushed towards the airport, and another fighter plane wanted to take off by force. However, due to the lack of speed, he fell down at the end of the runway.