Mongrels had an excellent night.
We had 23 pilots (actually 24, but the extra was a gunner) and 0 deaths.
Lost a few drones, but not a bomber single pilot. Made it to our target, had a successful drop and flew home. One P-38 pilot had to ditch in the Channel. He was captured and another P-51 pilot had to bail over France.
Credit goes to our escorts:
412th Braunco Mustangs
Lynchmob
MAG-7
Air Raiders (109s) and Killuminati (190s) were tasked with defense of HQ. The 109s were our early detection force while us 190s would be used to hit the bomber force before they hit HQ. VF6 were also tasked with 109s for HQ defense, but only 1 showed up.
Around T+40, the Air Raiders squadron reported a large fighter sweep composed of +20 P51s heading to HQ, so our 190s immediately vectored out of the target zone. Then the Air Raiders reported that the bomber force was seen 10 miles behind that fighter sweep, so once again, our 190s were vectored North and were now going to fly around the fighter sweep. Then the Air Raiders once again sent word, "the enemy escorts were stripped!" Horrido! Now our 190s are salivating at the chance to annihilate a group of B24s. We then turned into the projected flight path of the B24s and immediately found the B24s! But wait, is there another axis group attacking the B24s? P51s, +10 were still giving close escort to the B24s! This hive had bees!
Our group now knew we had one chance at those bombers, so without hesitation, we blew through those escorts and fired at any bomber we could focus on. First shots on the left side of the B24 formation occurred from our 190s. Then, it seemed like the whole world lit up, as tracers filled the sky in all directions. Our closure rates was fast, and I found myself switching targets every few seconds, maneuvering hard to avoid collisions a few times. In a few more seconds, I found myself looking back to see this awesome B24 formation a mere 800 yards behind me. Before I could pull to the left for another run, a nose gunner on the lead b24 ate his Wheaties that morning and nailed me. I then bailed out and opened the silk. With my engine no longer making a sound, I could now hear the roar of those B24s and 50 cals, as I floated to the ground. The rest of the 190s, now were being chased away, immensely outnumbered by the P51s. Our 190s went from the hunters to the hunted in a blink of an eye. We were overwhelmed, hunted down and killed like dogs!
The event started out with optimism regardless of our lower defensive size, but the plan was good. As the events unfolded, it quickly turned into horror and some were left with a sour taste. I personally can not wait for Frame 2, as we will seek our revenge and hunt down the 332nd like the dogs they are!
Well done to those who attacked the HQ strat.