Frederi Ehman, a German Royal Air Force warrant officer, just graduated from Berlin Aviation Academy two months ago, but he is not a rookie in this field. Before entering the Aviation Academy for further studies, Ehman was an air trooper with more than three years of flight experience. He flew albatross-h, Folk-xi and Folk-51, and had performed combat missions in the Persian Gulf region. On the morning of May 22, 1933, as a member of the duty squadron of the eastern military airport in Texel Island, he immediately took off to face the sudden attack of the US-UK carrier-based aircraft group. In a brief head-on confrontation, he failed to achieve any results, and was assigned by the squadron leader to follow Second Lieutenant Rice Schinderer to explore the traces of the enemy fleet.

On the sea more than 200 kilometers away from Texel Island, Ehmann and Ensign Schindler operated separately. The reconnaissance team became two lonely reconnaissance cavalry. After accelerating and getting rid of the entanglement of enemy planes, the reading on the aircraft's fuel meter was less than one-third of the amount. If you turn around and return immediately, the remaining fuel would be enough to fly back to Texel Island. However, Ehmann knew the heavy responsibility and continued to search for traces of the enemy fleet without hesitation. His persistence finally got rewarded. Below the cloud, an unprecedented fleet showed its shape!

"Rice! Les! Black Falcon 2 call! I found them! I found the enemy fleet! Les! Les! Black Falcon 2 call…"

Ehman called out his temporary partner anxiously. He didn't know whether it was due to the enemy's technical interference or whether Schindler's fighter jet had been shot down, and there were only continuous noises in the communication channel. Unsuccessful attempts, Ehman switched the radio to the communication frequency of the airport command tower, but the result was the same.

"It's so damn!"

While muttering in his heart, Ehman carefully explored the enemy situation. Those gray and white painted warships dragged long or short tracks on the sea, making it difficult to calculate their exact number. Looking down from a thousand meters, their ship types are easy to identify: the ones with a solid body and a number of huge turrets are battleships, and the ones with a slender body are battleships, which are medium-sized, with double or triple turrets. The ones with the smallest body but with standard warships are destroyers. The ones with solid body, full lines and no turrets are all kinds of auxiliary ships...

It is important to be able to distinguish the types of these ships, but not the most critical one. Ehmann stared at the sea surface with wide eyes and carefully searched for the sea surface, and finally saw a ship that looked like an aircraft carrier from afar. But at this moment, two white fighter jets suddenly flashed out of their sight. They were both single-wing and single-engine structures, flying from a lower altitude at an extremely fast speed.

Ehmann was hesitating about how he should deal with it, and two white painted single-wing fighters emerged in front of his sight. It is not easy to get away with one against four. If the radio communication is kept open, it is meaningful to sacrifice to find out the enemy situation. In this situation, it is wise to return to Texel with existing information.

Weigh the situation, make decisive choices, open the air combat flaps, control the fighter jets to avoid the frontal attacks of the two enemy aircraft in front with a series of dazzling tactical maneuvers, turn south, put the flaps down, dive down, and change to a level flight at a speed of nearly 500 kilometers per hour, thus leaving four enemy carrier-based aircraft far behind... Ehmann's judgment and operation are definitely first-class, but the battlefield is full of various uncertainties. Seeing a German fighter jet drop from a height of 1,000 meters to a sea level, no matter how it is

The intention of retreating or rushing, the personnel on the US and British warships immediately became nervous. Many escort ships responded quickly, and the rumbling cannons sounded across the sea, and smoke balls bloomed in the low-altitude area. Although most of the shells exploded outside a safe distance, the lone hero and his planes were still under great threat. The air waves caused by the explosion made the Fokker G-51 in the flight repeatedly bump. In order to reduce the risk of being shot down, Ehman had to continuously change the flight trajectory to avoid the warning ships on the outer edge of the enemy fleet.

As a result, the enemy carrier-based aircraft that had been thrown away were gradually approaching again.

The blazing sun shone on his body, and his emotions were extremely nervous, sweat beads on Ehman's head kept coming out, and he had to free up his hands to wipe the sweat that had fallen from his eyes. After the most difficult voyage, the situation calmed down a little. He tried to contact the airport command center, but his hope was still lost. When he held the last glimmer of hope to transfer the radio back to the squadron frequency, the voice of Lieutenant Schinderer cheered his spirit.

"Thank goodness! Les, you are still here! I have been trying to contact you just now, but there is no response. I found an enemy fleet in the northeast, with at least a dozen battleships and aircraft carriers, but I didn't have the chance to see how many of them were. Now I'm biting my butt by several enemy planes. The situation is not good, and I can't contact the airport."

"This is really bad. I can't contact the airport either. It seems that the only way now is to fly back to Tessel." Second Lieutenant Schindler's voice came from his headphones clearly.

"I agree completely." Ehmann responded loudly, "As long as one of us can fly back, we can let the command know the traces of the enemy fleet. Remember, the current course of the enemy fleet is from north to south, with an overall speed of about 10 knots."

"Received! I have turned around and flew back now. I hope we can meet at the airport!" Second Lieutenant Schinderer replied.

With double insurance, Warrant Officer Ehman felt much more at ease. He turned his head and observed the situation in all directions. There were still four white fighter jets following him, two at a level similar to his own level, and two at an altitude of five or six hundred meters, thus blocking his turnaround. There were many warning ships scattered on the sea surface, and they needed to avoid them carefully to minimize the risk of returning. However, the plan could not keep up with the change. After about seven or eight minutes, Ehman suddenly discovered that there were a large group of white fighter jets in the airspace ahead, some of which were descending from a high place.

A rough estimate of the time, the first wave of enemy planes that attacked the Azores happened to return!

Ehman turned on the radio signal transmitter on the left: "Rice! Rice! Can you hear it?"

This time, there was only rustling in the headphones.

"Damn Siemens!" Ehmann had no way to find out why, so he could only vent his anger on the radio equipment manufacturers. Siemens, which has a history of nearly a hundred years, is now Europe's largest multinational electrical company, with more than 200,000 employees and branches and investment companies in dozens of countries. Communication equipment and operations are one of its pillar industries. As early as the Prussian era, Siemens was an important partner of the military. By the beginning of the 20th century, the German team's communication equipment exceeded 90% of the equipment. By the beginning of the 20th century, more than 90% of the communication equipment of the German team were found.

They are all purchased from this powerful oligarch. Although the technical level is world-class, Siemens manufacturing is not as reliable as the senior management expects. Even in training exercises with less harsh conditions, communication interruptions caused by technical failures often occur. On the battlefield where actual conditions are more complex, the reliability of these electrical equipment is really unsatisfactory. However, after all, these problems are mostly due to the limitations of the current technology, rather than product design or quality issues.

There were blocking the enemy in front and pursuing soldiers behind, and there was no more fuel. Ehman had no choice but to rush forward. In order to improve his maneuverability, he pulled the plane up slightly and made it fly at a height of 200 meters at sea level. Seeing several enemy planes coming towards him getting closer, he abandoned his distractions, observed the situation calmly, and tried to break out of the enemy's heavy siege.

After a while, the first white fighter entered the range, Ehmann did not move. He held the joystick in his right hand and held the throttle with his left hand. His feet gently pressed against the pedal, and his whole body pressed like a spring. He just waited for the enemy plane in front to burst into flames, and instantly used his hands and feet. The push rod stepped on the plate, driving the fighter into the spiral channel that was obliquely downward, and avoided the oncoming bullets. When the altimeter reading was about to return to zero, he spread his flaps and opened the throttle to the maximum, so that the fighter could change back to a flat flight just right, and then pulled it up again urgently.

Ehmann had no time to take a breath, and the second white fighter rushed down from above, and the momentum of the attack was like a falcon that made a living from this. If it were a pilot with mediocre qualifications and ordinary experience, he would probably have to surrender in the face of such a killer move. However, since Ehmann was selected as a wingman pilot by the squadron leader, he naturally had his extraordinary features. Just as the enemy plane opened fire, the Fokker G-51 rolled to the right for two consecutive weeks, using a simple and bright "roller" to avoid a series of bullets fired a hundred meters away. In the thrilling situation, several bullets shot into the left wing near the wing tip of the wing. Fortunately, no pipeline was damaged, and a few bullet holes would not affect the normal flight of the German war eagle.

After two consecutive avoidances, Ehmann's flight altitude was at a low position of 30 to 40 meters at sea level. The torpedo aircraft liked to launch attacks from this altitude, while the fighter aircraft was different. The flight altitude was too low to prevent it from performing tactical maneuvers of dive or spiral descent, so Ehmann's idea was to maintain an altitude of 200 meters as much as possible. However, he had just begun to climb and the two white fighters who were always following the trail rushed up again. When the first fired at Ehmann, the German pilot was caught off guard. Fortunately, the opponent's shooting was actually missed; a few seconds later, the second enemy aircraft opened fire. At this time, Ehmann's landline had entered the "roller" state, that is, horizontal horizontal rolling, so the white fighter also missed the opportunity to shoot down the target.

Turning out the "roller", Ehmann took the opportunity to lift up, and then made a standard "Yinfuman maneuver". The attacker took the attack position. Two enemy planes chasing from behind were presented in Ehmann's aiming ring. He fired without any chance, with his head slightly off, but he immediately pulled the head slightly, and a series of bullets swept across the enemy plane.
Chapter completed!