"Major General, all the balloons have been inflated!"

When he heard his deputy, French Navy Major François Bernard reported to him in French English, Major General Hans Ransdorf sighed softly and looked back at dozens of huge rubber hydrogen balloons floating in the air with a layer of aluminum foil on the surface.

These strange-shaped hydrogen balloons are all towed by small torpedo boats, and Major General Hans Ransdorf's current "flagship" is also the captain of the USS Potsdam, a small S-100-class torpedo speedboat. Because of losing the aircraft carrier, he has now become the captain of a torpedo speedboat detachment under the European Combined Fleet.

Not only did the official become smaller (this position should be held by the colonel), but he was also assigned an inexplicable task. At the beginning of the Sea Lion Movement, dozens of torpedo speedboats from this detachment were led to the dover strait with a strange hydrogen-filled balloon.

"Let's go!" Major General Lansdorf missed his beloved aircraft carrier and whispered the order to attack.

The torpedo speedboat drove out of the Port of Calais at a speed of about 15 knots, and then drove slowly on the Strait of Dover near France, as if not coming to fight, but leisurely going out to sea to fish.

It’s not that Lansdorf doesn’t want to drive the torpedo boats quickly, but the above stipulates that only 15 chasms can be opened, and no more or less. Although Lansdorf doesn’t understand what’s going on, the order must be executed.

"Major General, look there, in the direction of Dover."

When Lansdorf held the railing and watched the scenery with his forehand, his French deputy, Major Bernard, suddenly shouted in English. Lansdorf turned his head and said that the sky was almost completely dark now. A little further on the sea was pitch black. Only in the direction of the setting sun in the west could the red light of the sunset. Suddenly, Lansdorf saw familiar red light flashing in the north where Dover Beach might be...

"Is this...the muzzle flame?" Lansdorf was stunned. "It seems that the above cannons are firing. But what do they want to fire?"

His question was just released, and the answer was soon found. On the sea two or three hundred meters away, the torpedo speedboat in Ransdorf seemed to have a pot, and suddenly it aroused dozens of dozens of meters high water columns, and then the whistling sound of the train galloping by and the thunderous roar.

"Major General, they are firing at us!" Major Bernard, the Frenchman, yelled in French that Lansdorf could not understand.

The British coastal artillery fired at our torpedo speedboats with the above giant cannons! Although Lansdorf could not understand French, he also knew what was going on.

But he didn't understand why these British people used giant cannons of the above caliber to bombard a torpedo speedboat fleet sailing 28 kilometers away? The dozens of torpedo speedboats here may not have those shells valuable. Is it worthwhile to fire like this?

...

Of course, the British would not use giant cannons of the above caliber to bombard dozens of torpedo boats, which is no different from the cannons to kill mosquitoes. But the problem is that those torpedo boats are dragging balloons wrapped in aluminum foil. From the British radar screen, the light spots reflected by these aluminum foil balloons seem to be a ship of thousands to ten thousand tons. When dozens of such light spots cover a corner of the screen, it seems like a huge fleet is sailing.

A similar method was mastered by the Germans in history. In the Atlantic Operation in 1943, aluminum foil balloons that could impersonate radar reflection signals of floating U-type submarines appeared. In this time and space, due to Hessmann, German radar experts knew a few years ago that they could use aluminum foil to disturb radar.

Therefore, in "Operation Sea Lion", a group of torpedo speedboats were arranged to drag aluminum foil balloons into the Dover Strait.

"No fire, it seems that there is no hit target!"

The Dover Fortress Command, the commander of the Fortress Group, Rear Admiral William Tennant, couldn't help frowning when he heard the staff's report. He had fought for several rounds, but he didn't hit the 284 radar, which was too bad, right? If this continues, the German fleet will be about to break through the strait.

"When will the Coast Air Force's plane reach above the target?" Major General Tennant asked loudly.

"I don't know, the Coast Air Force hasn't answered us yet."

There is no reply yet... The staff officer's answer made Tennant a little helpless. He is now the commander of the fortress, not the captain of the battleship, and cannot send the seaplane to the sky with one order. He can only contact the Coast Air Force and ask them to send seaplanes or other aircraft. As for when the Coast Air Force will be sent, it doesn't matter to him.

However, now the Germans have night fighters equipped with radars, and Calais on the other side of the English Channel also has German radars. It is hard to say whether the seaplanes sent by the Coast Air Force can drop flares on the head of the German fleet.

Therefore, the Major General of the Tennant Army had to bite the bullet and ordered the large-caliber artillery of the fortress group to continue to block the shooting according to the instructions of the fire-controlled radar, and did not care that the German high-altitude bombers hovering in the air would launch line-controlled gliding bombs.

"It's really fire!" Lieutenant Manfred Murray, who was flying the he-219 plane at an altitude of 11,000, saw clearly that dozens of muzzle flames appeared on the ground.

"Lt. Murray, we are going to start dropping bombs, please be careful." Captain Retherman's order was transmitted to Lieutenant Manfred Murray's headphones through the on-board radio.

Both the Fritz bomb and the HS293 bomb need to make the aircraft circle slowly on a specific route. At this time, the bomb drop plane is very fragile and can easily be shot down by enemy planes. In addition to being caught off guard when using line-controlled gliding bombs at the beginning, the subsequent attack operation should be carried out under the cover of its own fighter jets as much as possible.

"Please rest assured that he-219 will guard the surroundings!" Lieutenant Manfred Murray made a guarantee without hesitation.

Although his he-219 night high-altitude fighter has not yet seen the British "mosquitoes", he already knows that the daytime model of the he-219 shot down more than a dozen mosquito reconnaissance aircraft during the daytime battle today!

"Lieutenant, discover the enemy plane! At 12 o'clock, the distance is 6,000 meters and the height is 10,000 meters!"

Before the 24 ju.288s commanded by Captain Rethurman began to drop Fritz gliding bombs, a He-219 reported that the enemy plane was discovered, and it was at an altitude of 10,000 meters. It seemed that it was mostly mosquito night fighter jets.

"It's just right," Lieutenant Manfred Murray ordered, "The 1st team followed me to attack, give the British a little bit of excellence. The other teams followed ju.288, maintaining the escort formation, paying attention to covering each other, and paying attention to behind the scenes."

After giving the order, Lieutenant Manfred Murray drove his he-219, lined up in the air with three other he-219s, and rushed towards the direction where he discovered the enemy plane.

It's already night now. Although there is some moonlight, I still can't see a slightly further target. At night, air combat either relies on searchlights or radar. Corporal Baker, a radar observer sitting behind Lieutenant Murray, soon discovered a target on the radar screen.

“Distance at 4000, 1 o’clock.”

"Okay." Lieutenant Manfred Murray adjusted his direction a little and pointed the nose at the target.

“Distance at 3000, 12 o’clock.”

"Let's fire now!"

“Tututu…”

With the order of Lieutenant Murray, six 20mm cannons and two 30mm cannons fired at the same time. The shells dragging orange-red light were flying all over the sky like raindrops, forming a fire net in the air. They covered the head and hooded a mosquito plane, and then the mosquito plane was knocked into a fire ball.

"I've hit it!" Lieutenant Manfred Murray cheered. This was not his first victory, but it was the first time he shot down an enemy plane so easily.

He was flying a b-110 before. Although it was also a good night war plane, his firepower, speed and flight altitude were not comparable to that of the he-219 at all.

"Boom!"

Just as the He-219 was in a fierce battle with the incoming mosquito plane, a Fritz gliding bomb with its butt glowing (a few light bulbs were to let the operator know the location of the bomb) had already exploded on the ground.

Then there was the second, the third, the fourth... One bomb after another exploded one after another, and the earth was shaking, and balls of fire rose high. This was an armor-piercing bomb weighing 1.5 tons. Even the Japanese "No. 1 ship in the world" Yamato could not bear it, let alone the armored turret built by the British on land.

These Fritz bombs were all smashed towards the fire-fire turret. Because they were remotely controlled to kill the target, the landing points were quite accurate. Even if they could not directly "pierce the turret", they would explode near the turret. Even if the turret cannot be destroyed, some surrounding facilities can be blown up. After more than a dozen bombs were dropped, a fire had already been ignited near several armored turrets that had not been blown up. The flames pointed out the direction for a 189 artillery school-firing aircraft secretly hovering around the Dover Fortress at a height of 6,000 meters.

At 8:35 pm on May 1, two cannons of the "Dora" and "Gustav" placed near the Calais coast were fired one after another.

On the farther sea surface, the huge German landing fleet approached the entrance of the strait at a speed of 15 knots under the escort of the 5th Fleet of the European Combined Fleet.

Meanwhile, 120 z.1007 medium bombers loaded with aluminum foil strips were rising into the sky one after another at an airport near Brest. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!