A pilot anecdote from "Air Command - Fighters and bombers of World War II" p.149
Friedrich Stehle
Me 410 pilot, II/ZG 26
If we attacked the bombers from behind, we could really work on them - if we were left alone by the enemy escorts. You really had to work on those bombers; it was very seldom that you knocked them down with the first burst. Sometimes you would sit behind a bomber and fire off all your ammunition into it, and it would not move. It would just keep going.
If you were attacked by a Mustang, you could only prey and hope you gunner shot well. I had a few tricks I could throw in, and perhaps they saved me. My Viennese gunner, Unteroffizier Alois Slaby, was very experienced, and he knew exactly when the enemy was about to fire. He would say, "not yet - not yet. Now!" and I would chop the throttles, and the 410 would decelerate very rapidly. If we were lucky, the fighter would go screaming past us. Sometimes I would put the 410 into a skid wiht the wings level, and the enemy rounds would flash past the wing tip. We knew that if we could buy a little time, that often meant survival. Once the escorts had dropped their tanks, they could not fight for very long near Berlin. They had to break off and return to England.
At 28,000 feet, the Me 410 was only just about flying. It could not manouver much. Even at full throttle, we would be overtaking the enemy bombers at only about thirty miles per hour. As a result, it took us a long time to get ourselves into firing position. Fighting in the Me 410 was a bit like entering the Kentucky Derby on a cart horse!