"The enemy aircraft group was found in the east... to raise the alarm!"

A bright sunrise jumped out of the sea, and the quick cry of the watchman came from the mast observation platform of the German light cruiser "Augsburg". At this moment, there were hundreds of ships of all sizes in the near-shore waters of Abersoh. Most of them were transport ships transporting landing troops and combat equipment, and the rest were small and medium-sized warships responsible for covering and providing fire support. On the sea far away from the shore, a large coalition fleet was eyeing the seemingly peaceful shallow bay.

The shrill air raid sirens sounded quickly, and the cowards felt that this was a soul-catching sob. For those who are determined to be brave, this was the trumpet of fighting with their heads. Not only the "Augsburg", but also the sailors returned to their battle positions on all the ships around them, and were ready to fire. Naval guns of various caliber can only wait for a command.

On the bridges of these warships, the officers stared at the direction of the enemy planes attacking.

The black dots were in a position that was neither high nor low, giving people the feeling of an uninvited guest flying from the sun. In the optically magnified telescope vision, the figures of thirty or forty biplanes were vaguely distinguishable.

Although the sun had just risen, the sky above Abersoh had already become a battlefield for fierce fighting between the two sides. Although they could not hear the air raid sirens from their ships, some German fighter pilots still noticed the group of bombers flying from the coast of Wales and hurriedly stepped forward to intercept them, but several biplane fighters emerged from somewhere and opened fire at these German fighters from a distance. Although they failed to get effective hits, they were enough to hold back these foresighted German fighters.

The shape and outline of these suddenly appeared is very different from that of the British standard fighter jets. Their fuselage has clear edges and a large gap between the upper and lower wings. If the "long gloves" and "gladiators" made by the Grost Factory in the UK are agile cheetahs, then these fighter jets are like solid porcupines. Although they are a bit stupid, they are not at all weak when facing the German Fok fighter jets. Their fierce rush and attack make the German pilots dodge in a very embarrassing manner.

Although in a favorable attack position, watching the ballistic marked by the tracer bullet hit the target, Second Lieutenant Evans, who belonged to the US Army Aviation Force, did not feel at all happy, but felt a bad feeling breeding in his heart. Just like Germany's permanent troops in Ireland, the United States also dispatched regular armed forces in the UK, but the number and scale were much smaller than the German task force in Ireland, and it was basically a symbolic existence. As the danger of war breaking out, the US government proposed to the UK to send additional US combat troops.

But the stubborn British did not adopt it. When the Allied Fighter jets that covered the sky and the sun flew to Britain, the army and naval forces launched a landing attack on the day of the war. The British top leaders realized how difficult it was to fight Germany and Ireland alone. However, it was too late. The US team, which was still mobilized, was separated from Europe by the vast Atlantic Ocean. The British main fleet and the federal army had been initially mobilized, were deployed thousands of nautical miles from the Isle of Great Britain. This means that in the short term, the British government can only mobilize all local forces to resist the attack of the strong enemy.

On the first day of the war, the United States had not declared war on Germany. Second Lieutenant Evans and his comrades spent the whole day watching the airport. Although the British did not disclose the damage on the British army on the first day to them, people could see that the losses of the British Royal Air Force were quite heavy!

Due to time difference and other reasons, the news that the United States declared war on Germany and Ireland was confirmed late at night. Evans's squadron received an order to participate in the war at 3 a.m. The squadron commander arranged tactical tasks overnight. Before dawn, all the personnel boarded the plane and stood by until the launch order arrived.

It is certainly a thrilling thing to be on the battlefield, but danger also comes. Germany and Ireland's aviation manufacturing industry is the first to equip their air force with the best fighter jets, train their pilots with a rigorous and pragmatic spirit, and send the best of them to the war zone to gain practical experience. Therefore, almost every American and British pilot knows that they are facing a group of very difficult opponents.

Evans' landline is the Hawk ii nicknamed "Storm", and is the last biplane fighter of the US Army Airlines. Its actual entry time is only two years, and its performance indicators and performance in training exercises are comparable to the "long gloves" of the British army's equipment. In other words, the new fighter aircraft equipped by the US Army Airlines two years ago is at the same level as the standard fighter aircraft of the British Royal Air Force four or five years ago. Driven by the clouds of war, the air combat equipment of the great powers has developed rapidly with a new level in two to three years. The hard gap in technology is often difficult to make up for by the pilot's quality.

The German fighter jet that Evans targeted several times suddenly rolled 180 degrees and entered the dive in a reverse state, with its speed so fast that it was dazzling. Evans subconsciously lowered the nose of the aircraft to chase. After hesitating, the target was missing in his vision. A chill suddenly rose from behind, and he turned his head in panic. In a blink of an eye, the single-wing fighter jet with beautiful lines suddenly appeared behind him!

Hell!

Evans quickly made evasive maneuvers according to his daily training, trying to get rid of the unfavorable situation of being attacked. However, whether it was rolling, sharp turn or rapid pulling, these originally effective tactical actions failed to work. Evans was a little discouraged, and the disgusting buzzing sound of the Daimler engine became louder and louder, which meant that the German fighter behind was gradually getting closer. When the sound of machine gun fire came from not far away, Evans thought he was going to hang here. At a distance of 300 meters, the German shooting accuracy was accurate and terrible. It is said that in order to ensure the pilots' shooting accuracy, the German Navy and Army and Air Force was not stingy in terms of ammunition. If more than 5 days a week are suitable for flight training, a fighter squadron could consume 100,000 machine gun bullets.

However, what surprised Evans was that the sound of the machine gun fire lasted for a full ten seconds, and there were no strings of bullets around him. When he turned his head, he found that the German fighter had turned around. A "mountain eagle" quickly flew over him and chased him straight towards the Fok fighter.

"Hey man, thank you!"

Evans breathed a sigh of relief. He waved to the British fighter with gratitude, but the next scene stunned him: the German fighter just now did not seem to be in a hurry to get rid of the other party's pursuit. It just made a few simple actions to avoid the other party's bullets and continued to fly downwards, while its wingman, another Folk G-51, quietly appeared behind the British fighter. The poor British pilot was completely attracted by the German plane in front of him. It was not until two strings of bullets shot behind him that he realized that he was the mantis targeted by the Yellow Bird.

The Germans only took less than 3 seconds to shoot two deadly bullet holes on the British fighter jet. The lower part of the right wing of the Mountain Eagle broke instantly, and finally fell to the ground like a sparrow with a folded wing. What made Evans even more heartbroken was that the pilot on the plane never crawled out of the cabin and eventually fell to pieces with the plane.

Looking around, Evans found that at this time, there were only British fighters everywhere in the battlefield, and the pairs of German fighters performed quite tacitly.

Evans held the joystick that had been soaked in sweat with both hands. Hawkeii then climbed up as fast as possible, but his intention was not to escape, but to make up for the performance of the fighter jet with the accelerator diving from a high place, and to shoot the enemy aircraft during the diving process. However, his good luck seemed to have come to an end. Suddenly, a series of bullets flew through the air. He quickly swung the joystick. At this moment, the fuselage suddenly trembled, and he suddenly felt a heavy blow on his back. He reached out and touched his hand, and the gloves were covered with bright red blood...

On the other hand, the British bomber group flying from the east had arrived in the combat waters of coalition ships. However, unexpectedly, they did not lock in the large warships to launch an attack, but instead took the risk of flying low, dropping the aviation bombs mounted under the fuselage and wings to transport ships transporting troops and landing on the coast. Fighting ships like the "Augsburg" that serve as escort and implementing support from the other side were deliberately skipped by British pilots.

"O my God..."

Watching a fast cruise ship full of soldiers tilt after being hit by a few bombs, the deck was in chaos and people kept jumping into the water, the officers on the bridge of the "Augsburg" couldn't help but exclaim. At this time, the large and small artillery on the ship was firing desperately, but the traditional air defense firepower seemed powerless to these British fighter jets with flight altitude slightly higher than the mast of the ship. The machine guns and machine guns that were not so valued in daily life could play a better role.

"Quick, ask for air force support! We urgently need the cover of fighter planes!" An officer ordered the communications officer with concern. Just as he was speaking, another cargo ship carrying ammunition was hit by a bomb, and a large hole was blown out of the hull on the side. It was not too bad if it was just a simple overturn and sunk. It seemed that the ammunition in the cabin had bumped into it. It suddenly exploded violently. The entire ship instantly turned into a huge firework, and bright Mars flew everywhere, and the huge area was hit by the explosion.
Chapter completed!