Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Group 1 Boston, Group 2 Providence, Group 3 Hartford, Group 4 New Haven, Group 5 New York, Group 6 Philadelphia, Group 7 Harrisburg, Group 8 Pittsburgh, Group 9 Baltimore, Group 10 Washington !”

Thirty bombers were divided into ten groups of three and flew towards their respective targets.

Arnold in the Army Aviation War Room of the Pentagon heard the news that the German bombers had separated, and his heart skipped a beat. The Germans were planning to bomb multiple cities! But then he breathed a sigh of relief. These bombers came in groups of three. It was very likely that three bombers were going to bomb a city. A few tons of bombs dropped would not cause much damage to such a large city.

"But wouldn't the Germans know?" Arnold felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart. Even if these thirty bombers come together to bomb a city, they may not necessarily cause much damage. What's more, now they are divided into groups of three, it will only scratch an itch for a city. The Germans are not stupid, so they couldn't have thought of it, but why would they do such an incredible thing?

Could it be that the Germans have some conspiracy?

But regardless of whether there is a conspiracy or not, our own fighter jets cannot reach the height of others, and even if they know the other party's conspiracy, it will be of no avail.

The P-38 fighter fleet can only be separated. There are only twenty of them, and now every two follow a bomber group. The pilots of the P-38 fighter jets were so depressed that they almost exploded! I originally flew these new fighter jets to intercept with full confidence, vowing to shoot down all German bombers, but in the end I still couldn't reach their height.

The Germans were obviously just playing tricks on them. I'm afraid the Germans were able to fly to an altitude of 14,000 meters last time, but they wandered around at an altitude of 12,000 meters. They all thought that the maximum altitude of German bombers was 12,000 meters. .

These cunning Germans!

But no matter how depressed they were, they could only follow these bombers obediently, otherwise without their precautions, these bombers could lower their altitude and carry out precise bombing.

"Damn, this feeling is really unpleasant. When will we be able to build a fighter jet that can fly so high?" The pilot on a fighter jet couldn't help but complain, watching helplessly as the enemy's bombers were leisurely flying above his head. The flight made me feel very uncomfortable.

The other pilot smiled bitterly. "Who knows. But what if we build one? If we build a fighter jet that can fly 14,000 meters, maybe the German bombers can fly 16,000 meters. When we build one that can fly 16,000 meters, the Germans will fly two It’s 10,000 meters high.”

Soon the first group of bombers came over Boston.

Boston is the capital and largest city of Massachusetts and the largest city in the New England region of the northeastern United States. The city was founded in 1630, and by the mid-19th century, Boston's manufacturing industry eclipsed international trade in importance. From then until the early 20th century, Boston remained one of the largest manufacturing centers in the United States, especially famous for its clothing, leather goods, and machinery industries. The city was connected to nearby areas by a small nearby river, and easy freight transportation made the addition of factories possible. Later, the dense railway network further promoted the industrial and commercial prosperity of the area.

The three bombers separated again, one went straight to the industrial park, one went straight to the city, and one went straight to the power plant in the suburbs.

"Xie Te, what should we do?!" The two fighter jets that followed did not expect that the three bombers would separate. They were a little at a loss and didn't know which one to chase. It was too late to request support now. By the time support arrived, these bombers would have already dropped their bombs and left. After a few words of discussion, one went to chase the bomber in the city center, and the other went to chase the bomber in the power plant.

At this time, the bomber that arrived above the industrial park slowly opened its magazine, and the bombardier checked the fiber optic cable connected to the bomb one last time. Because the light carbon fiber is easily affected by air currents, throwing such bombs cannot allow them to fall freely and requires manual guidance.

"Drop the bomb!" After the three-ton bomb was dropped, the bombardier's eyes were close to the bomb sight, staring closely at the falling bomb and the vague target on the ground. His right hand clenched the joystick beside him, fiddling back and forth to control the trajectory of the bomb. The cross-shaped luminous signal light at the tail of the missile body flashed continuously. This signal light reminded the operator of the location of the bomb.

The radio guidance used in the past had signal delay problems. Even if the bombardier had very good skills, he might not be able to hit 100% of the time. But now it uses fiber optic wired guidance, so there is no delay. The dropped bomb follows his control and falls directly towards the center of the industrial park below, falling to an altitude of more than 4,000 meters. The huge bomb shell explodes. Jars of cylindrical objects were scattered from inside, falling downwards like a goddess scattering flowers.

At an altitude of more than a thousand meters, these cylindrical objects exploded again, throwing out clumps of carbon fibers, forming a huge black cloud that slowly fell down.

"What is that?!" The fighter pilots in the sky were stunned to see such a large black mass covering half of the industrial park.

The industrial park naturally requires a lot of electricity. As the ball of carbon fiber slowly fell, the densely packed power grids in the park suddenly sparkled and crackled. After a while, the entire industrial park was filled with thick smoke.

"Oh God!" What did the Germans leave behind? He clearly dropped a bomb when he saw the bomber above. How could he make the industrial park below burst into flames? !

More than an hour later, the last group of bombers finally arrived over Washington.

The secretary reported to President Roosevelt who was hiding in the White House bunker. "Mr. President, German bombers are flying over Washington."

"Yeah." President Roosevelt looked gloomily, quietly waiting for the sound of the German bombs falling and exploding.

The Germans aren't going to drop those little bombs again, are they?

The last time the Germans dropped small bombs they were absolutely insane. Within a month after the bombing, hundreds of people were injured and killed by such bombs; even if the bombs were discovered, it was not easy for the engineers to dismantle them. After losing several engineers, they simply opened fire and detonated the bombs.

Ten minutes passed without hearing any explosion. Just as President Roosevelt was about to say something, the light bulb hanging from the ceiling made a crisp sound and exploded, plunging the room into darkness.

Listening to the screams outside, Roosevelt frowned slightly in the dark. It seemed that this was not a problem with the light bulb in this room.

The secretary groped for a flashlight first, then found a candle and lit it. "Mr. President, the entire bunker is without power."