At the military airport in the eastern Texel under the bright sunshine, the single-winged Folk G-51 and the two-winged Folk-xi left the runway one after another, gathered in the air and then flew northward. The pleasant roar made the morale of the stalwarts excited and the pessimists regained their confidence. How could the Atlantic Fortress, which the German Empire had worked so hard to run, be so easily knocked over by the American and British Allied Forces?

At this time, there were busy figures everywhere on the airport. Colonel Von Richthofen became a unique one. He stood silently beside the hangar, shading his left hand and looking into the distance. More than a hundred German war eagles were heading to fight against the enemy's second wave of air raids. Whether they were in it or watching from the side, they all felt that they were powerful and majestic. The 33rd Fighter Wing dispatched 30 fighters this time, most of which were Fokker-x dragged out from the reserve hangar.

i. Its combat performance is one level lower than that of the Folk G-51, and the pilots use the latter in their daily practice. The temporary replacement of aircraft models will have some impact on the technology. If the second wave of enemy aircraft still has the first wave, and most of them are carrier-based fighters, then the subsequent air combat will definitely be extremely tragic, and the outcome is still difficult to say. If the enemy aircraft breaks through the air defense line again and bombs the airport, the subsequent battle will be really not optimistic.

"Our Baron looks a little sad!"

This humorous tone comes from a slightly slim German official who wore a boat hat, a white air force summer outfit, a plaster suspender in his left hand, and a pair of fashionable big-headed scalp boots. He walked leisurely to Richterhofen.

Richterhofen lowered his right hand, and his face did not have the sadness he said.

"His Excellency Baron von Tellerberg, your injury has not healed yet?"

The thin officer was on the same rank as Richterhoven. He wore a unique blue medal on the collar, but this was not the famous "Blue Marcos", but the medal of merit issued by the Kingdom of Bavaria. He smiled mockly: "Otherwise, I may not have the chance to stand here and talk to you now!"

"That's not necessarily!" Richterhoven said with a calm expression. "Major von Daville has always been your defeated player in training. Today I killed three aircraft in one breath. As long as my luck is not too bad, shooting down two or three enemy aircraft should be easy for you."

The small officer heard Richterhofen's polite compliment. He did not be complacent or angry or irritated, but asked lightly: "Our opponent is so vulnerable?"

Richterhofen sighed lightly: "It's similar to what I imagined, but they were planning a wonderful surprise attack, which actually concealed all our intelligence agencies..."

The small officer snorted dissatisfied: "I don't think the enemy is too cunning, but the guys trained by the intelligence department are too stupid. They stayed in a place for the first half of a year, and it may be much better than the information we collected after a week of docking in the port."

Richterhofen expressed his approval with regretful expression.

This topic is meaningless if it continues. The small soldier officer changed his tone: "Do you think we can win this battle?"

Richterhofen pondered: "We will definitely win this war, but the battle in the Azores...I feel it's very lingering."

"oh?"

"You see, the enemy dispatched carrier-based aviation troops to launch fierce raids on us just a few days ago. How could this be done without very sufficient preparation? I even think that the US and British fleets had already assembled before the war began, and air strikes were obviously not their only means of attack."

"You mean...there will be bombardment and landing operations behind?" The small officer touched his shaved chin with his right hand, then looked around and said only half a sentence: "It seems that we have to try our best to protect the remaining planes."

The damaged Fokker G-51 is to be repaired, the Fokker-xi who has just been dragged out of the hidden hangar, and the tactical bombers that have been refueled and are ready to launch a counterattack at any time. There should be more than 200 aircraft in total, and other military airports on Texel Island should be in a similar situation. These combat aircraft are key forces in building air defense lines and protecting the Azores. They have a chance to overcome this difficulty if they are properly performed. Once they fail, they will be like the second half of the sentence that a small officer hides. The situation is dangerous!

After chatting for a while, a ground officer came to report to Colonel Richthofen that the second batch of stock fighter jets that were urgently activated were ready, and 21 were able to be launched immediately.

Seeing Richterhoven frowning and contemplating, the small officer smiled and stretched out his right hand: "It seems that the Baron is going to take action personally. Then, I wish you a triumphant return!"

Richterhofen shook hands with him and said, "Hope this is not the last time we have a face-to-face conversation."

The small officer smiled heartily and said, "Okay, I will stay in the air defense bunker and wait for your return, and have a drink together!"

Richterhoven nodded: "A word is certain."

When Colonel von Richthofen sat in the cockpit of the fighter jet filled with the smell of engine oil, his 30 air combat elites had already fought fiercely with the attacking enemy aircraft group dozens of kilometers north of Texel Island. In this wave of air strikes by the US and British forces, monoplanes still account for about half, but monoplanes may not be fighters, and biplanes are not all bombers. Currently, there are three models of carrier-based fighters used by the US Navy, single-plane British "Shane Hawk", biplane American Grumman F3F "Flying Barrel" and Boeing F4B "Hunter", two models of carrier-based attack aircraft, two-plane British "Hunter" and single-plane American Wotters B2U "Guardian", and two models of carrier-based torpedo aircraft, namely biplane American Martin BM-2 and Big Lake **-2.

Although most of the British aircraft carriers were built in American shipyards, they did not like American carrier-based aircraft. The carrier-based aircraft squadrons used domestic products, such as "Mountain Eagle", "Gladiator", "Hunter", and "Saidfish". Their current aircraft models are much simpler than those of the Americans.

Single wings and biplanes are not the only criteria for distinguishing aircraft models. After the distance is closer, German pilots can easily make correct judgments based on the movements of enemy aircraft. Fighters seem to be piranhas smelling blood. They pounce forward fiercely. The missile-loading attack aircraft and torpedo aircraft are very clumsy. They are afraid of German fighter jets. Once attacked, they will run away in all directions as soon as possible.

"Ah haha! I'll fight! If I meet him, he will be in trouble!"

"I was bitten and couldn't shake off this tail. Folk-xi was too slow! I'm going to dive at a large angle! Nico followed me closely!"

"Redbeard No. 25 was hit! Hell! It fell down and didn't see Ryttle skydiving! Poor guy!"

...

When the air battle was in progress, the radio channels of the German fighter squadron were filled with such words. Some were excited and some were anxious, some were won, and some were shot down by enemy planes. In just a few minutes, this large air battle in the north of Texel Island completely turned into a mess. In addition to the attack aircraft and torpedo planes that tried hard to maintain their formation, both sides had no formation. A fighter was still biting its prey one second before, and the next second it might become someone else's target of attack. Pilots not only had to carefully avoid flying bullets in the air, but also had to watch all directions and avoid collisions with other planes.

"Redbeard No. 3 calls Redbeard No. 1! Redbeard No. 3 calls Redbeard No. 1!"

In the cockpit of the new landline, Colonel von Richthofen received a call from Major Hessel, the commander of the 1st Battalion. He replied calmly: "Hey, Felix, I'm glad to hear you! Some of the planes of the 2nd Battalion and I have just left the airport and are flying towards you. How is the situation?"

The voice in the headphones said quickly: "It's neither good nor bad. Most people are alive, but they are basically entangled. The enemy bombers are heading to the airport, you must stop them!"

There had been a large group of enemy aircraft in Richterhofen's sight, and it was difficult to estimate their number with the naked eye. According to the radar detection data feedback from the command center, there were more than 200 enemy aircraft. Even in a one-to-one ratio, the German fighter jets that had previously taken off the air to be able to drag nearly half of the enemy aircraft. The 33rd Wing, the second combat echelon where Richterhofen was located, contributed 21 fighters, and the other two fighter wings deployed on Texel Island pieced together more than 30. Although the number was only half of the opponent, considering that a considerable number of enemy aircraft in front were bombers with extremely weak air combat capabilities, the actual pressure may be much easier than those of colleagues who took off in advance, even if one enemy was against one, the German pilots who re-engaged Folk-xi could not help but feel difficult to fight against the British "Mountain Eagle" and the American Grumman F3F "Flying Barrel".

"Don't worry, as long as you continue to hold on to the enemy's fighter jets, we will beat all the enemy's bombers!" Richthofen comforted.

"Then wait for your good news! Good luck!" After saying this, Major Hessel took the initiative to end the call.

Although the other party could no longer hear it, Richterhoven still said "Good luck", and then quickly adjusted the communication frequency of the airport command, informing them that they would lead a second wave of fighter aircraft to intercept incoming enemy aircraft in the offshore airspace north of Texel Island, and the fish that escaped the net were left to the ground air defense forces.

Unexpectedly, General Ronnebug of the command headquarters personally spoke with him: "Col. We have just received an important communication report. Your two subordinates flew a fighter jet for a very brave long-range reconnaissance. They discovered an enemy fleet 350 kilometers east of Texel Island. The enemy's strength is even stronger than we expected. The United States and Britain's naval forces in North America, except for the American main battleships that showed their faces in Boston Harbor, are probably all here!"

"God..." Richterhofen was shocked by the news, "It seems that the enemy is preparing to take down the Azores in one fell swoop, not just to weaken our military power here."

"I'm afraid that's the case. Colonel, I need you to send two more planes to track the return enemy aircraft to determine the precise orientation and defense of the enemy fleet. We strive to launch a counterattack in the shortest possible time. Destroying the enemy's aircraft carrier is our only chance to regain the initiative." General Ronnebug said in a deep tone.
Chapter completed!