If he could choose a battle plane as he pleased, there was no doubt that Hermann Goring would still choose his favorite Fokker G-51. He had strong firepower, fast speed, long range, and thick armor. This product was like a heavy cavalry on the air combat battlefield. Compared with those early aircraft with wooden skin structures, the Fokker G-51 can be regarded as a product of the essence of science and technology since the Second Industrial Revolution. The war has just begun. Users praised it endlessly. The enemy was already terrified. As long as it could withstand the deep baptism of war, it would definitely become a famous aircraft engraved with history.

The 26th Hunting Squadron of the Luftwaffe was an elite flying unit equipped with G-51s. After returning from the South American and Caucasus battlefields, Captain Goring became a major in the Air Force, wore the golden second-level Red Eagle medal at the neckline, and became the official commander of this honorary unit.

As early as mid-April, the 26th Hunting Squadron entered the German Sligo Air Force Base in northwestern Ireland. For more than a month, Major Goering and his pilots have prepared for the battle seriously, practiced hard, and sharpened their sharp swords quickly and lightly. For these eagles of the German Empire, the biggest challenge here is not the cold and wet weather on the British Isles, but the British Air Force that has not fought for more than ten years. Although the performance of the American and British fighters in the South American War and Persian War was not satisfactory, the United States and Britain obviously have reservations in foreign military aid. The fighter jets and pilots invested in South America and the Middle East battlefields cannot fully represent the true level of the US and British front-line troops.

On the first day of the war, the 26th Hunting Squadron first covered the airborne troops and landed on the Isle of Man, and then was transferred to deal with the British bombers who attacked Limerick. After a day, they not only worked hard but also tasted a lot of pain because of their carelessness. In the battle against the second wave of British air raids, they faced the British elite equipped with new fighters. After a fierce battle, the hunting squadron lost 5 fighters, 2 pilots died and 1 injured. The results were only 6 British fighters and 3 bombers. Such a battle loss ratio made the aspiring air combat elites very depressed.

As the sky was getting dark, the Naven military airport, about 50 kilometers northwest of Dublin, was filled with the roar of engines again. The German 4th Fighter Wing and the 39th Bomber Wing were deployed here. Nearly half of the fighter Wing's troops were tasked with continuing to cover landing troops on the Isle of Man to protect them from harassment by the British Air Force, and at the same time, the escort of the 30th Bomber Wing, which was heading to Scotland for bombing. Major Goring and his 26th Hunting Squadron were temporarily placed in the defense sequence, that is, to work with the Irish Air Force to resist the British Air Force attack.

Five fighter jets were lost the previous day, and two pilots were lucky enough to parachute and return to the base intact. Because there were enough reserve fighter jets available, the hunting squadron still maintained a relatively complete lineup. If the British continued to attack Ireland, they would still have a war today. If Britain gave up the air strikes due to the heavy losses the previous day, they might have to stay at the airport for a day.

Gorene, who had just celebrated his 40th birthday four months ago, has entered the ranks of middle-aged people. His hairline is getting further backwards, revealing his wide forehead. Fortunately, his slightly fat body does not make the cockpit of the plane appear crowded, and his fashionable outfit makes him look quite mature and male.

"Major! Major Goring! Command phone!" In the bunker next to the backup runway, a German sergeant held a telephone in his hand and called out to the air combat ace with 22 shooting records.

When he heard the call from the command center, Gorene climbed out of the cockpit with agility that was completely incompatible with his body, jumped to the ground in a few seconds, and ran to the cover.

"Sir, Hermann Goring is honored to be waiting for your mission... Is that great! I understand, I guarantee that I will fulfill my mission!" Before he finished speaking, Major Goring was already in a state of elegance, and when he dropped the phone, people within a radius of 100 meters heard his voice.

"Our combat mission is here...the glorious 26th Hunting Squadron...the target...the Cohen Peninsula!"

Next, Major Goring walked towards the landline with great strides, while raising his right hand high and constantly circled clockwise, signaling the pilots to gather around him.

"With another 25 effective shots down, boys, we will win the royal title for ourselves! For this supreme honor, hold up the sword in your hands and fight bravely!"

A golden-haired pilot waved his fists and said, "Let's go to North Wales to smash the British in the nose!"

"Smash them all over their faces!" Golin responded with a smile, "but be very energetic and be careful of being kicked into their butt by their boots."

The pilots burst into laughter.

While the ground crew was making final preparations for the takeoff of the fighter plane, Goering gave his pilots a detailed and appropriate explanation on the flight route and tactical arrangements. He always believed that he was not only an excellent ace pilot, but also an excellent air combat commander.

After a moment, the pleasant engine roar finally rang out in their area.

Sitting into his cockpit and fastened his safety buckle, Major Hermann Goring quickly crossed his chest, took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand out of the cockpit and made continuous rotation, then closed the hatch cover, waited until the ground crew removed the fixed plug under the wheel, and guided the personnel in front to send out an indication signal, then gently pulled the throttle, increased the engine's output power, drove the aircraft into the flight runway smoothly, and then accelerated to fly off the ground.

As a squadron leader, Goering's Fokker G-51 hovered over the airport for two weeks. When all the fighter jets joined the formation, they adjusted their course while constantly pulling up.

The only fighter jets from Naven Military Airport to the Coen Peninsula were Gorene's 26th Hunting Squadron. On the way to their destination, they met another German fighter unit. Looking at the fuselage logo of friendly forces, Gorene opened the squadron communication channel and said in his usual lazy tone: "Gentlemen, if you read it wrong, we will have the honor to fight side by side with the Red Hawk Squadron from Greater Berlin today... You must know that the members of this squadron are either in aristocratic blood,

Either they are the best in the military family, each of them is an excellent rider, but I don’t know if their performance on the battlefield is as superb as their riding skills. I always thought they would be deployed in northern France, but I didn’t expect that they would come to Ireland too. Well, it seems that the top leaders have already chosen Ireland as the main direction for attacking Britain. We have the chance next. Don’t be too impatient. You must protect your partner, and then find the right time to shoot down the enemy!”

The pilots were not as nagging as Goering. They said concisely that they had received the order and took this opportunity to let the long aircraft confirm that the radio communication was completely normal.

The flight formation turned over Dublin and flew straight towards the direction of the sun rising. More than ten minutes later, they flew over the St. George's Strait to the Cohen Peninsula. Before they could see the ground battlefield that had been fighting all night, they saw dozens of fighter planes fighting in the air from afar.

After quickly observing the surrounding environment, Gorein ordered his squadron: "Gentlemen, the proud 'Red Eagle' can't wait to pounce on the battlefield! We are not in a hurry to rush in now, maintain the current flight altitude, and maintain the squadron formation! Until we enter the battle, then unfold in the two-aircraft formation. Repeat... Keep the squadron formation until we enter the battle, and then unfold in the two-aircraft formation!"

Although there were a lot of noise in the communication channel, each machine still reported "understanding" in order.

In the air battle ahead, the coalition forces had the advantage. The Red Eagle Squadron rushed in with great momentum, and the battle immediately showed a one-sided scene. In just three or two minutes, light gray painted British fighter jets fell down one after another. As an annihilation battle was about to end, a large group of black dots suddenly rushed down from a high place.

The nearly roaring voice of Major Gorene came from the communication channel of the 26th Hunting Squadron: "Pay attention to the direction of two o'clock, a height of six thousand meters. The British just hid in the cumulus clouds! Pull it up! Pull it up!"

Although this guy who is usually sloppy and has no seriousness, his experience in flight and combat is second to none in the 4th Fighter Wing. If it weren't for his casual words and deeds that angered the rigorous and rigid senior officers, he might have been a general-level figure. Therefore, the pilots did not dare to neglect and pulled the noses to climb up. The altitude they were before was 4,500 meters, slightly lower than the cumulus clouds that day, while the British fighter jets hidden behind the cumulus clouds were about 5,000 meters. As long as they responded in advance, the altitude difference of just 500 meters is not fatal.

In recent years, whether it is the war between South American countries, the Egyptian uprising, the military conflicts in Persia, or even the uprising of French revolutionaries, British forces are indispensable. Many British pilots are involved as volunteers, thus gaining a lot of practical experience. The British fighter jets that rushed down from the clouds not only stared at the coalition fighter jets with lower flight altitudes, but also noticed at the first time that this group of Fokker G-51s, which pose the greatest threat to themselves. They quickly distributed half of their troops to fight against the 26th Hunting Squadron, British fighter jets were nearly twice as many as their opponents!

The situation changed, Goering shouted "keep formation" in the communication channel, but serious radio interference appeared inappropriately and brought about a very bad result: two teams failed to receive the latest instructions, and they left the formation on their own in accordance with the previous orders and took the enemy into a two-machine squad.

The charge head-on was competing with courage and skills. The pilots on both sides began to press the shooting button from two or three hundred meters apart. The Fokker G-51 relied on the machine gun and large-caliber machine gun that were sharper than the can opener to sweep towards the opponent. The British fighter jets had the dual advantages of height and quantity. With the violent roar of the machine gun, several fighters were immediately volleyed, and the rest dodged by at a relative speed of 100 kilometers per hour. Two of them could not dodge and instantly collided into a terrifying ball of debris...
Chapter completed!