Boom! Boom! Boom!
A US P-51 fighter was hit by the cannons of a German TA-152 fighter. Its tail was blown to pieces. After losing balance, the aircraft trailed thick smoke as it plunged toward the ground.
Although the US forces had already lost a great many fighters under the attacks of German fighters, these American aircraft still charged at the German heavy bomber formations as though they did not fear death, like moths flying into a flame. They wanted to destroy these heavy bombers loaded with bombs. The US Army Air Corps also operated B-17 heavy bombers, while the even more powerful B-24 heavy bombers were about to enter service. They knew perfectly well just how terrifying heavy bombers capable of carrying several tons of bombs could be.
However, the German Air Force had far too many escort fighters. The formidable TA-152 fighters alone numbered more than 1,800. That was already more than the total number of fighters deployed by the US Army Air Corps in the Northeast. On top of that, these German heavy bombers were protected by as many as 1,200 BF-110 long-range fighters.
For US Army Air Corps fighters to break through layer upon layer of blockade and attack the German Air Force's heavy bombers was practically impossible.
"God! Aren't those Americans afraid of dying? Their flying skills are obviously terrible. Slaughtering rookies like that is really no fun at all." After shooting down an American fighter, a German pilot boasted over the radio channel.
"Idiot, be careful. The Americans are indeed terrible. But even rookies can take your life. Don't let your boat capsize in a gutter."
"Don't worry, Squadron Commander. Nothing will happen!"
"Oh, damn it! An American has latched onto me! Hurry and help me take him down!" Before he could finish showing