After the German Air Defense Command issued an air strike alarm on Texel Island, two combat duty squadrons belonging to the 12th and 37th Fighter Wings of the Luftwaffe took the lead in getting the enemy. 32 Fokker G-51s lined up two neat tactical formations, plus the 4 Fokker G-51s and 36 German Fighter Eagles arrived from the guard patrol position to form the first air defense line of the Azores garrison.

"This is a realistic exercise." The lucky idea of ​​a small number of German pilots was quickly completely shattered by the shocking scene in sight. Looking in the sky, the invading enemy fighter jets were like a strange rain cloud, and they were rushing towards them in black. You know, it was a huge carrier-based aircraft group composed of one fighter jet and 127 bombers!

"We cannot rush over from the front, we will be torn into pieces by the fierce firepower of the enemy aircraft group...climb! Climb all! Launch an attack from above! Everyone should try to avoid enemy fighters, attack their bombers as much as possible, and disrupt their formation!"

In the communication channel of one of the German fighter squadrons, the commander's voice was nervous and rapid. His emotions immediately infected the young pilots under his command. They climbed up in panic, and the entire squadron suddenly lost its formation. Many people could not even maintain the most basic dual-aircraft formation. In the short process from adjustment to receiving the enemy, the squadron commander who lacked practical experience never realized this bad mistake.

Another German fighter squadron was in a slightly better condition. The commander intended to launch a frontal attack with a cavalry-style charge, then break it into pieces, use a dual-aircraft team as the basic combat unit to freely shuttle, and then reassemble in the east of the enemy aircraft group. This is a tactical routine they often use in training exercises, but the Germans have never simulated such a huge gap in air confrontation. No one is confident about how the battle will develop.

Before the German fighter jets could approach, the densely packed American and British aircraft began to "diverge". Dozens of fighter jets faced two German squadrons in several combat units. From the outline, they were all monoplane aircraft, small, flexible and fast. Both sides walked towards each other and caught fire in a blink of an eye. The 20mm cannon of the Folk G-51 had an advantage in range and power, but the American and British fighters flying towards them were not weak at all. They swung left and right to dodge German warfare.

The firepower of the aircraft and efforts to seize the fleeting opportunities to attack. The performance of the fighter jets on both sides and the combat skills of the pilots have their own advantages. Although the individual combat power of the Fokker G-51 is stronger than that of the other side, the US and British fighters controlled the situation with their huge number advantage. The German fighter squadron that faced the front failed to penetrate the enemy formation, but was soon chased by the enemy fighter jets. The pilots who survived the first round of frontal fighting were almost exhausted.

The German fighter squadrons trying to occupy the commanding heights in the air also failed to "success". They encountered US and British fighter jets dived from a high place during the climb. The two sides met on narrow roads, and four or five US and British fighter jets were instantly exploded by the Fokker G-51. The bullets fired from the US and British fighter jets also shot down in the first round and injured several German fighter jets. The remaining Fokker G-51 climbed to a height of 3,000 meters. German pilots suddenly discovered that except above their heads, there were enemy aircraft everywhere, which put them in the dilemma of lions and tigers not defeating wolves. Fortunately, the commander made a rational judgment at the critical moment: the strength of the enemy and us is very different, and if we can't fight hard, then use our speed advantage to conduct fire reconnaissance on the enemy.

"The two-way aircraft formations operated in dispersed ways to explore the number of enemy aircraft models. If you can't contact me, report directly to the wing command!"

"These must be carrier-based aircraft. I saw that there were hooks at the tail! There are at least two or three hundred of these guys, and there must be a large fleet behind them!" A pilot's call reminded the squadron commander, and he quickly ordered: "Rice, is your wingman still there? You fly in the direction of the enemy aircraft and try to find the trace of the enemy fleet, and the rest are responsible for covering!"

"I think I have no wingman anymore, sir, but I can go to scout alone!"

The squadron commander ordered his wingman pilot: "Fred, go with Rice and be careful to protect yourself!"

The other party answered decisively: "I understand!"

After reassigning the mission, the surviving fighters each acted, and the US and British fighters that were several times more likely to climb up from the middle and low altitude, and a fierce battle of life and death per hour is inevitable.

At the same time, while Colonel von Richthofen was waiting anxiously, the 160 pilots, including one lieutenant colonel, three majors and 46 lieutenants, who belonged to the RAF's 33rd Fighter Wing, finally gathered the hangar on the 9th minute after the air defense alarm was issued. The ground crew did not have time to prepare enough chairs, so half were sitting and half standing, and the low air defense alarm was still echoing in their ears. The entire airport was filled with the roar of engines, and the atmosphere was strangely tense and solemn.

"Young men, this is not an exercise, the enemy is coming!" Richterhofen's opening remark was concise, and his words made the huge hangar silent. The pilots kept every word he said seriously in their hearts.

"The duty squadron has been launched. According to the prescribed operation, non-combat duty units should take off within 15 minutes of receiving the combat command. Before our plane completes its takeoff preparations, there are still a few minutes to do pre-war deployment... So far, we are not sure how many aircraft the enemy has, what specific models it has, and how far it is, but it is certain that their goal is to defeat us. They want to take away the Azores. This is something they dream about, and what I want to say is... Let them continue dreaming!"

The German pilots burst into laughter, then quickly calmed down and waited for the corps commander's later words.

"The land closest to the Azores is more than 1,000 kilometers away, and the German team is stationed there. I don't think the enemy's planes flew from more than 2,000 kilometers away. The only possibility is the carrier-based aircraft that took off from the aircraft carrier. As for the number of enemy aircraft, the information provided by the command is a "large group". Regardless of whether this group is one hundred, two hundred, or three hundred, or four hundred, you only need to remember two points: first, obey the command of the commander; second, trust the comrades around you. This is the first time that most of you have participated in the war, and the situation of enemy pilots is the same. There is nothing to be afraid of. How to do training and exercises in daily life, how to do it on the battlefield, it's very simple..."

Speaking of this, a rumbling cannon suddenly came from a distance, and the pilots changed their expressions when they heard this, and Colonel Richthofen was no exception. He hurriedly looked at his watch and ordered decisively: "Everyone takes off urgently! I wish everyone here good luck! Disband!"

The battle was imminent, and the pilots sitting stood up and saluted, while the pilots standing were almost immediately running out. Outside the hangar, most of the ground crew members were ready, and planes were constantly slid across the nearby runway, and the sound of gunfires in the distance were clearly audible. The pilots rushed to their respective planes, and with the help of the ground crew, put on life jackets and parachute bags, sat in the cockpit, put on a flight cap with built-in headphones and telephones. The fighter started, roared, glided, and entered the flight track in turn.

Colonel von Richthofen was a commander who was a skilled pilot and a highly skilled pilot who had achieved impressive results in 22 consecutive victories in the exercise. After finally explaining the tactical arrangements to the three captains, he ran to his landline at a speed not inferior to the young man. The only special thing about this Folk G-51 is that it has a striking family badge on the side of its fuselage.

The rumbling of artillery fire became increasingly dense, and black smoke balls from the explosion of anti-aircraft shells could be seen in the sky in the north, which meant that the enemy plane was very close to this place. Colonel Richthofen stood on the wing and looked around. His wing had only taken off a few half of the planes. The situation was not optimistic, but this reaction speed was the best level that the exercise could achieve. Both the ground crew and the airport commanders performed their duties. If you want to blame, you can only blame the enemy for coming too suddenly.

After everything was ready, the ground officer patted the hatch cover: "Good luck, Colonel!"

Richterhoven waved his hand in a hurry, and the fighter started smoothly and all instruments showed normal. Although the heartbeat had begun to accelerate, the colonel still calmed down and checked the reactions of the tail, flaps and throttle valves. This did not take much time, but it could minimize the fatal consequences caused by mechanical problems.

The sound of cannons and explosions outside the cabin are getting closer and closer, and you can already see the leaping light of the air defense position near the airport from the corner of your eye. At this moment, Colonel Richthofen's heartbeat was faster than when he first took off, but this was not because of the tension of the battle. In the last battle, he was lucky enough to obtain his first shot down record. After the war, he served overseas for many years and had his own achievements in Egypt and the Middle East. These experiences allowed him to face the battle with a more sophisticated and calm attitude. The reason why he was panicked now was that his corps was beaten to the ground by his opponent before he could punch, all the fighters were damaged, and all the fighters were killed and injured, and even the airport facilities were ravaged and destroyed...

"Redbeard No. 1, Redbeard No. 2, it's your turn to enter Runway No. 1. In front of you is the 6th Squadron of the 2nd Brigade!" The sound from the headphones made Colonel Richthofen give up his distractions, and he gave a thumbs up to the ground crew waiting beside him. The two ground crew members, one left and one right, and at the same time, removed the wooden blocks of the main front wheel. The fighter glided forward under the action of the propeller thrust. The colonel used a smooth movement to adjust the throttle valve, allowing the landlord to head from the apron to the takeoff runway at a speed slightly faster than usual.

"Redbeard No. 1 has entered the No. 1 flight runway, everything is ready, please..."

Before the colonel could finish his speech, the screams in his headphones calmed him down a little and his mood was in a sudden chaos.

"Damn it! The enemy plane is here! We still have a lot of planes that haven't taken off! Too bad!"
Chapter completed!