Last evening, I took a single Tu-2S loaded with three 1,000 kilo bombs to kill a Knit airfield VH that was flooding our Port with tanks. The Knits kept dropping the VH at the port, giving them a big edge. Time to feed them their own medicine. I climbed to 18,500 feet. Arriving at the Knit field, I found one ordnance bunker and the VH up. I dropped the VH on the first pass, and the ordnance on the second pass. I nosed over and dropped to 16,500 feet to take advantage of the tail wind. A P-38 was on a reciprocal heading at about 12k. I was doing about 361 mph ground speed. The P-38 climbed up, but fell hopelessly behind quickly. Later, a Bf 110G was a bit higher (about 14k) and he tried to climb up and gain on me, but the 110G is only marginally faster at that height. He fell well behind too. If not, I was prepared to do a high reverse and shoot it down. But, the 110 was unable to keep up. I made it home without incident. That little single bomber raid reversed the fight for the port.