Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: The Stuka's Nightmare Dive
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- Boom—! Pfoo—! Kwang—!
AA fire came flying in from the ground.
A barrage of shells formed in the blue sky, black smoke blanketing everything around.
But the aircraft kept flying on, unable to mount any resistance.
It was a scene that instantly showed just how threatening AA guns were to a bomber.
In the end, a few aircraft were engulfed in explosions and shot down.
It was the crash of bombers I hated with a passion, but there were no cheers—not even a scream.
Thankfully, it didn't trigger my trauma, but it was so terrifying that it might create a new one.
I could kind of understand why Ttalgwi had confessed her bedwetting last night.
“What’s with all these AA guns?! Isn’t something wrong here?”
『She’s speaking Korean, so she’s still sane.』
『It’s air combat—of course there’s AA lol』
『Surprisingly accurate to history.』
“Huh? Historical accuracy? What commander sends bombers up without air superiority?!”
『Sukka straight-up dissing Hermann Göring lmao』
『The guys firing AA are the British from Dunkirk yesterday who let us live kekekeke』
『That’s why they’re bombing to secure air superiority, right?』
“Uwaaa!”
I didn’t know who Göring was, but he was clearly an idiot.
This was basically a Ura Charge with airplanes.
My eyes spun in dizziness as I screamed.
At that moment, the wild boar in the cockpit spoke up as if telling me to calm down.
“Sukka, put your helmet back on first! It’s too noisy—you won’t hear well!”
“Ah, okay!”
I jammed the helmet I’d thrown back onto my head.
The wild boar, praising me with a “Good girl,” started explaining the situation over the radio.
= “Our target is to bomb the logistics warehouse.”
“Huh? Logistics warehouse?”
= “Earlier you mentioned dogfight, but the Stuka we’re in is a bomber, right? The objective is to drop bombs on the logistics warehouse.”
“I-I get it. So we don’t have to do a dogfight?”
= “We probably will anyway. The enemy won’t let us off easy.”
“Eek...”
= “If you’re scared, close your eyes. Looks like it’s about to get real.”
As soon as the wild boar finished explaining, the atmosphere around us shifted dramatically.
The noisy AA fire stopped all at once, as if on cue, leaving an awkward silence filled only with propeller noise.
I’d never experienced air combat before, but instinct told me what was happening.
The reason the enemy had suddenly ceased AA fire—it meant their fighters were incoming.
= “Spitfires and Hurricanes! Hold on tight!”
“Hyaak!!”
Sure enough, fighters rained down from above like a downpour.
The wild boar banked sharply, using our allied bombers as both umbrella and shield.
The repeated steep dives and climbs sent chills crawling up from my gut.
It felt just like riding a roller coaster—my hair stood on end.
- Tututututudung—!!
Soon, hundreds of aircraft opened up with their machine guns.
They were fighting desperately to intercept the British Spitfires and Hurricanes.
Tracer rounds flew from all directions, weaving a net-like barrage.
The only plane not firing its machine guns was the Stuka we were in.
But in my first-ever air battle, my body refused to move.
I yelled at the wild boar, hoping for orders.
“W-Wild Boar! There are too many fighters! What should I do?!”
= “Ah, just pray for now. We’re under the Heinkel—it’s safe.”
“Huh? Pray?”
= “Yeah, there’s nothing we can do right now.”
His ridiculous answer made me twist around to look.
The seat was cramped and I was belted in, but my small, flexible body let me turn.
The wild boar glanced at me and shrugged his shoulders.
He must’ve realized his explanation fell short seeing my face on the verge of tears.
“The S-Stuka is pretty slow compared to others. How’re you supposed to fight fighters in a bomber?”
“So we... die here...”
“Ah, no! Our fighters are escorting us. See those yellow fighters? Those are the German Luftwaffe’s Bf 109s. Just cheer them on for now.”
“Huh? Cheer?”
I peered outside the canopy with trembling eyes.
Just as he said, yellow fighters were zipping around everywhere.
They were locked in fierce combat against the British Spitfires and Hurricanes.
Amid it all, countless bombers were plummeting like flies—total chaos.
Having my life in someone else’s hands was always terrifying.
Before I knew it, a cheer slipped out.
“G-Go for it...”
『Whoa... As expected from a Nazi, cheering for the Luftwaffe lol』
『How scared does she have to be kekekekeke』
『Ganbare Schutzstaffel♡』
“Gasp! N-No! I wasn’t cheering for the Germans!”
『Too late~』
『Gulag material!』
『Corrupted body and soul lol』
“Uwaaa...”
I hid my flushed face behind my mask.
Cheering for German fighters just to survive? I’d clearly lost my mind.
I wanted to rip open the canopy and jump right then.
I pounded on the transparent canopy in self-loathing torment.
“Huh? Th-That one...”
At that moment, the bomber flying right above us acted strangely.
It was the Heinkel bomber he’d mentioned, and suddenly it opened its bomb bay.
I was so shocked I couldn’t speak.
Of course I was—the shield bomber was about to drop bombs on our heads.
= “See that? We made it to the target and we’re still alive.”
Thankfully, the wild boar had seen it too.
I let out a sigh of relief and turned back to my seat.
But it was too early to relax.
The wild boar jerked the Stuka around violently and delivered my death sentence.
= “Now it’s our turn to bomb the logistics warehouse.”
“B-But why are we climbing?!”
= “Obviously to gain proper altitude. Forgot what Stuka means?”
“Huh?”
= “Dive bomber.”
“Oh.”
Stuka meant dive bomber in German.
To maximize bombing accuracy, it dove straight down like a maniac.
So there was only one thing we had to do now.
A dive bombing run from thousands of meters down to hundreds—guaranteed to knock me out.
“W-Wait a sec! I’m not ready yet!”
= “Sorry, Wardaddy insisted. Said to show you the Stuka’s weaknesses for sure.”
“I get it! I already get it!”
= “Don’t worry too much. It’ll be over in a flash.”
I begged the wild boar for time to mentally prepare.
But he didn’t even look back as he climbed the Stuka to altitude.
As expected from Wardaddy’s buddy—not right in the head.
Once this game ended, I’d make him use honorifics again.
= “The Stuka is ridiculously slow. Can’t retract the landing gear, so aerodynamically it sucks. Fighters catch us like sitting ducks. Without air superiority like now, we’re just flies.”
“Hyaak!!”
The wild boar calmly explained as he flipped the plane inverted.
The seatbelt kept me from flying out, but knowing what came next made my legs go weak.
I needed to beg him to wait, but Korean wouldn’t come.
I blurted out whatever Russian popped into my head.
“P-Pazhalusta!!”
= “And it’s hard to turn during a dive. If AA fire hits, high chance of getting shot down.”
“Ya ne khochu umirat’!!”
= “Gravity acceleration puts huge strain too. It auto-drops bombs and pulls up, but pass out mid-combat and you’re dead.”
“Ostanovites’!!”
= “Finally, pulling out of the dive slows us way down. That’s when Stukas are most vulnerable. Ready to go down? Don’t be too mad!”
“Nyaaaaang!!!!”
The inverted Stuka pitched over and plummeted toward the ground.
Blood drained from my head in an instant—vision blurring from the sheer force.
Despite begging to stop, I could only scream at the top of my lungs.
From the back seat, I only saw sky, but it terrified me even more—driving me insane.
At the same time, AA guns roared to life, trying to nail us.
Shells bursting right in front made me wish I’d pass out.
= “Dropping bombs! Pulling up hard—breathe!”
“Blyaaat!!”
A jolt rocked the plane with the release.
Then the lighter Stuka shot back toward the sky.
Only now did I glimpse the target logistics warehouse.
It exploded in flames right away, but at least I’d seen the ground briefly.
But I had no energy to care about London burning.
My vision had gone pitch black—nothing visible.
Gravity shoved all my blood downward.
Vision tunneled, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t breathe—the worst hypotension ever.
“Nyeeng...”
I tried to hold on, but my delicate girl’s body hit its limit.
I lost consciousness, grip on reality slipping away.
『Sukka passed out♡』
『Spitfire right on her tail!!!!!』
『Stuka slows on pull-up, can’t escape』
『Sukka!!! Just stay fainted!!!』
『Knew it kekekekeke』
『Uh oh? They’re crashing!』
『Where’s one of the Stuka’s wings!!!!!』
『Total wipe lol』
『Why kamikaze these guys?』
『Stuka is straight garbage kekekekeke』
In my fainting debuff haze, only the chat blurred into view.
But I let go, giving up on staying conscious.
Ju 87 dive bomber, Stuka.
The damn thing I’d feared so much was trash without air superiority.
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〔This game’s insane lol Let’s put Ttalgwi in one too kekeke〕
『Ttalgwi should try it lol She was scared of Stukas too kekeke』
『Facts upvote kekekekeke』
『But is Sukka okay? Screen’s blacked out forever?』
『Can’t let her suffer alone let’s do it gogogo』
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『???????』
『What’s she doing here?』
『Ttalgwi oh Ttalgwi... you forgot anonymous...』
『Gulag for Ttalgwi gogogogogo』
『Idiots always make that mistake kekekekeke』
『Stick to streaming, bitch kekekekekeke』
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〔Oopsie?〕
『Add a spoon of insolence』
『Gulag!』
『Gulag or Stuka? Choose.』
『Gul』
『Oopsie my ass kekekekekekeke』
『lag』
Ttalgwi...
Hmm....