Hell over Berlin - Décimo Círculo del Infierno
🇪🇦 spanish version 1944. I think they've shot down half the planes we've sent. If it's any consolation, it's that this, the plane we're flying, is an improved version - the B-17F. We are over German skies. Our B-17 squadron is only a few miles from our target: the Focke-Wulf factory. A German aircraft factory in the vicinity of Berlin. An attack on the plant itself is a step into the lion's den. That's why the high command has decided that we should do it under such adverse conditions. It's night, it's foggy and we're in the clouds. The strange storm of lights and colors that we have just passed through has scattered all the planes that made up the squadron. Some have not been so lucky and have been struck by electric lightning. They burn like torchs as their occupants are sucked to their deaths. A nightmare we face alone. To reach our destination we can only be guided by the expertise of our navigators and radio control between the squad...