When the fighter jets landed successfully on the landing ground that was temporarily opened, Colonel Von Richthofen was in a heavy mood. In the battle of the northern airspace of Texel Island, he led his subordinates to rush to the left and right, and severely attacked the second wave of air strike aircraft of the US and British Allied Forces. He himself shot down 6 enemy aircraft alone. In addition, the previous battle was shot down, and in just half a day, many colleagues had not achieved the results that had not been achieved in the past two years between 1914 and 1916. However, in the overall situation, personal honor and disgrace were insignificant. The German army took off two batches of fighter jets to face the attacking enemy. Although the results were remarkable, they still failed to stop the enemy aircraft from bombing the airport again. As a result, dozens of fighter jets were destroyed on the ground.

Before the propeller could stop rotating, Richterhofen untied his seat belt, climbed out of the cabin, jumped off on the wings, and with the help of the ground crew, took off his parachute bag, took off his flight cap, and walked quickly to the nearest phone.

"Come to me the command center... I am von Richthofen, please ask General Ronnebug to listen to the phone... Sir, it's me, Manfred von Richthofen, I'm sorry that I failed to complete the task you entrust... We are now full of manpower, and what we lack is an aircraft that can be used immediately... Within 10 minutes? 20 is fine! If we escort our bomber, we can catch up with it later. We strive to gather 40 aircraft... Yes, sir, I will lead the team myself! OK, goodbye!"

After the call, Richterhoven quickly summoned the wing's officers in charge of ground service and ordered him to refuel and reload the fighter jets that had returned as quickly as possible. Immediately afterwards, he summoned his pilots in the hangar and arranged a counterattack planned by the command headquarters.

General Lonebug gave the plan a temporary call, "Teutonic Woods".

More than a thousand years ago, the Germans annihilated the Roman army intended to conquer Germanic in one fell swoop in the Teutonic Forest, creating a great victory engraved with history. Although the Azores were the legal territory of the Kingdom of Portugal, in the strategic territory of the German General Staff, it was an outpost to defend the German Empire and a maritime fortress to block powerful enemies invade the continent. From the perspectives of some high-level figures, its military and political values ​​are unparalleled.

Ten minutes passed by, and 20 pilots who had not participated in the war had taken off the newly prepared stock of fighters one after another. At the same time, bombers who were put into counterattack took off from airports in various islands of Texel, formed several aircraft groups according to their respective corps and aircraft models, and joined with the escort combat opportunity and killed them in the direction of the enemy fleet...

The young flight officer Tim Noutterag was the pilot of a Ju-30. This tactical bomber nicknamed "light crossbow" uses a closed bomb cabin, which is fast and easy to operate, and is suitable for performing various attack tasks. Since its finalization and production in 1930, it has quickly become the main bomber model of the German Royal Air Force. When the war broke out, more than 300 aircraft were deployed in the Azores alone, second only to the Folk G-51 and Folk-xi.

Behind Notnag are bomb thrower Dren and machine gunner Krish, who are similar to his age. They have been together for more than half a year and have to train for prescribed subjects every week. In addition to the live-fire exercises every month, their technical literacy and cooperation ability have basically met the actual combat requirements, but this is their first time to participate in a real battle, and they are inevitably nervous and nervous.

After taking off from the airport, the first half hour of flight was dull and the communication channel was surprisingly quiet. Every five or six minutes, the commander would inform the course once, and only two adjustments were made in the middle. After that, someone found an enemy destroyer alone on the sea. The battle rhythm then started to rush down half of the squadron's ju-30 and used the guy to dive bombs. The destroyer was very fast and his steering was flexible, and he actually avoided most of the explosions.

Immediately afterwards, white fighter jets emerged from the clouds in groups, like wild dogs emerging from the bushes, with green eyes and grinning. The German fighter jets escorted were only about half of the bombers. On the real battlefield, the young men were all excited and threw the tactical routines in training out of nowhere. When they were killed with the enemy, enemy planes often slipped over from other directions...

The aircraft group where Notnager was located soon encountered this dilemma. Two white biplane fighters flew from their right, which was the defensive dead corner of the Ju-30's self-defense firepower. The compact flight formation made enemy pilots almost impossible to accurately aim to hit the target. In the blink of an eye, two Ju-30s were hit one after another, one engine caught fire, and the crew members quickly parachuted and escaped, and one was swept across the fuselage by a bullet. I don't know whether the pilot was killed or the control facilities were damaged. The aircraft lost balance and entered the "death spiral" and fell hopelessly to the ground...

It is said that disaster will not only happen. After a while, two white fighter jets joined the attackers. This German bomber formation, which was temporarily unprotected by fighter jets, was immediately washed away. The pilots had to show their skills and use air maneuvers and limited airborne weapons to strive for self-protection.

"Green Eagle calls the Cardinal! Green Eagle calls the Cardinal! We are attacked and urgently request support!"

Nottnag anxiously called his fighter plane. Before the headset could respond, a white fighter plane suddenly rushed past the front, which scared him. What made him even more frightened was that the enemy plane bit another ju-30 and shot raindrop-like bullets at a distance of less than 100 meters...

"Green Eagle! Green Eagle! This is Cardinal No. 15! I received the call and am rushing!"

The sound in the headphones woke Notnag up from his confused state. He was like a fallen man who grabbed the life-saving straw and couldn't wait to respond: "This is Green Eagle 4. We have lost our formation, and enemy planes are running around us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp gunshot came from the back seat, followed by the rushing voice of the bomber: "We are being targeted! Damn it! It slips like a loach, I can't hit it at all!"

"We are targeted by enemy planes! Come and help us!"

"Hey, man, listen to me, you turn around while lowering the height, turn clockwise and counterclockwise, so that the enemy plane will not be able to aim at you! Hold on! We will arrive soon!"

No choice but to do it. After two consecutive slashes in the air, he asked his machine gunner loudly: "Olive, is that guy still behind?"

"Yes, that damn guy is still behind!"

At this moment, a string of bullets suddenly hit the wings and sparks flew everywhere. This scene shocked Notnager and his two friends!

After a moment, the bomber exclaimed: "God, Oliver was shot! Are we going to be finished?"

While controlling the plane to avoid attack, Notnag shouted at the top of his voice: "Stay calm! Evans! We are not finished yet! Find a way to help Oliff stop the bleeding!"

Fortunately, the communicator was not damaged, and the familiar voice came again: "Green Eagle No. 4, I saw you! Behind you is a 'mountain eagle', very fast! Turn left immediately, then dive, lead it to a low altitude, I will clean it up!"

Nottnag did it without hesitation, and the enemy plane followed reluctantly, as the distance got closer and closer, and the panicked bomber shouted: "It is going to fire at us, pull it up! Tim! Pull it up!"

"It's done when you pull it up!" Nottnag squeezed out a few syllables from his teeth. He looked up and glanced. A gray biplane swept down and fired at the "mountain eagle" that followed him. The machine guns sprayed a terrifying tongue of fire, and the dense rain of bullets forced the enemy planes to roll and dodge to one side.

"Thank God!" Notenag quickly pulled the nose up, and when he returned to the level flight, the reading on the altimeter was less than 200, and under the wings was the rolling sea surface. Looking around, the originally empty sea surface was floating in the east and west of the wreckage.

"Oliff is dead!" said the bomber sadly, "We made an appointment to go to Hero Port tonight in the morning. This poor guy! His stomach was pierced with bullets, and it must be very painful before he died!"

Nottnat was silent for a moment, gritting his teeth and said, "We will avenge him! We will sink the enemy's aircraft carrier, so that the enemy's planes have nowhere to land, and finally all fall into the sea!"

The bomb dropper is not a coward, but he was shocked by the sudden situation just now. He responded in a sonorous tone and said, "Although we may have sacrificed our lives for this, for Oliver, for everyone who died in the battle, and for all who are still alive, we should take a chance!"

The rear seat of the cockpit was penetrated, and several bullet holes were left on the wings. Even though it was covered with scars, the ju-30 could still fly normally, fully demonstrating the designer's original intention. The fierce battle at high altitude gradually subsided with the arrival of more German fighters. Nortnag steadily pulled the plane, but he could no longer find the original formation. Dozens of ju-30s were pieced together in scattered manner, and under the cover of Folk-xi, they flew towards the direction of the cannon and the smoke.

In a short while, a huge fleet appeared before the German pilots who survived the disaster. In terms of the number of ships, this was by no means the largest fleet ever, but no fleet was ever made of hundreds of thousands of tons of steel. It is no exaggeration to say that a round of artillery fire of this fleet was enough to wipe a town off the map, and its strategic deterrence even far exceeded its own destructive power.
Chapter completed!