"Headquarters, Headquarters. This is No. 3112. I have searched this section of airspace and found no targets." The pilot of an FW-190 fighter designated No. 3112 contacted headquarters by radio.
"Understood. Proceed to the next section of airspace!" headquarters ordered.
"Roger!" the pilot replied.
However, just as the pilot was preparing to fly away, he suddenly spotted quite a few Russians running out from the bushes. They were fleeing westward. This immediately caught his attention.
"Report! I have discovered a group of Russians. They are fleeing. I will commence an attack immediately!" the pilot reported.
He immediately piloted his aircraft into a dive toward the ground.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
The aircraft's machine guns began strafing. Dense bullets swept across the ground, killing several Russian soldiers on the spot and sending them sprawling.
The fighter roared over the Russian soldiers' heads, frightening them into flattening themselves against the ground, too afraid to move forward.
"Those idiots, they need to keep running! Only then can they draw the German aircraft away." Joseph's face was full of anxiety.
After climbing again, the German fighter launched another attack. The Rocket Pods beneath its wings began firing rockets.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several rockets struck the ground and exploded, killing even more Russian soldiers.
Under such circumstances, the Russian soldiers were terrified and turned around one after another, fleeing back into the bushes.
"Bastards! Don't these people know they'll bring the Germans here?" Seeing the Russian soldiers fleeing back into the bushes, Joseph flew into a towering rage.
But no matter how much he said now, it was already useless. The German pilot had discovered that Russian troops were hidden within the bushes.
"Report! There should be quite a few Russians hiding in the bushes beneath my current position. Request ground troops to conduct a search!" the pilot