Three large explosions lit up the terrain with thunderous pronouncements of destruction. Fires erupted in a vast conflagration, followed by hundreds of secondary explosions, and Jake realized one bomb must have found its mark. But there was no time to gloat because searchlights caught Jake and his machine, along with the single French Farman behind him, in a glaring column of white light and immediately from a hundred different directions bright machine gun tracers etched their way through the night in an effort to cut them down.
But there was more than machine guns trying to cut them down. The Krauts were using artillery fire as well. Large bursts of cannon shells filled the sky close to Jake, their explosions whipping his plane almost out of control from their shock waves. One such shel
