.On the breeze of moonlight, the sea is undulating, and such waves cannot shake the warships with tens of thousands of tons. Under the escort of many destroyers, the Ernst-class "Alsace" is sailing slowly at a speed of 12 knots.

After the hustle and bustle of the day, many pilots and ordinary officers and soldiers on the ship had fallen asleep with their tired bodies, but at this moment, some of them were still busy with their duties.

"The 2nd Squadron of the 4th Bomber Squadron was allowed to take off!"

When the magnetic voice of the aircraft carrier command tower communication officer came from the headphones, Lieutenant Sinkwitz looked up at the silver disc that was nearly full moon, and silently drew a cross on his chest with his right hand.

Amid the coughing roar, the 1250-horsepower engine of Junx ju-iif was activated, and the J's hollow steel propeller began to create a powerful backward thrust at a speed of 2400 rpm.

When the navigator waved the fluorescent signal rod in his hand, the crew quickly removed the safety grid under the front wheels of these latest naval vultures. Under the guidance of the ship's bow pilot light, one ju-iif after another left the deck and flew against the wind. At this time, the sea surface was still dark except for a few lights, but the pilots knew that closer to the coast, the Turkish fleet, which had been intact, was also patrolling the sea surface at a similar speed.

Flying over the dark sea and over the blurred coastline, five naval vultures began to climb, with their favorite fresh air at a height of 3 kilometers, and flying straight to their destination in the dark is their specialty.

"All machines report the situation!"

As always, Sinkewitz took care of his younger brothers with his slightly hoarse voice.

"Hamburger No. 2 is normal!" Hearing this voice, Sinkwitz would think of a young and handsome young man sitting in the cockpit of the plane on his right. He had a blonde hair that claimed to be able to reflect the sun rays 100%. Although this statement was not scientific, he could indeed get a shampoo advertisement with his soft hair without any trace of color.

"Hamburger 3 is normal!" The shy voice came from a pilot who was least optimistic about at the time. This 6-foot-tall young man always spoke timidly, which made Sinketz always feel like a little girl in his subordinates. But although he was very introverted, he was much more powerful when flying this Junckers dive bomber to drop bombs. His bomb drop results during training and exercises were the best in the entire team. If it weren't for this, the straightforward Sinketz would have recommended him to work in the battleship sonar room, because people only need to silence when talking there.

"Hamburger No. 4 is normal!" The one who drove the bomber was a young man born in Wurttemberg. He was also the only "outsider" in the entire team. Others, including Sinkwitz, either grew up in Hamburg or had their ancestors. Because of this, they would "Hamburger x"

Treat as the number of internal calls.

"Hamburg No. 5 is normal!" The last one, and this one is only 20 years old. At this age, they can join the German Navy's carrier-based aircraft unit known for its ace and participate in actual combat. One is to go through the back door, and the other is to have considerable talent, and this child is obviously the latter one.

"Very good! Our current height is..." Sinkwitz glanced at his altimeter, "3100 meters! Continue to maintain this height. Our target is the eastern suburb of Seoul, more than 30 kilometers ahead. One of our paratroopers is fighting fire with the Japanese army there, and our mission is to give those arrogant Japanese a blow!"

What made Sinkwitz happy was that the young men were neither too excited nor lifeless when they heard this. Under his long-term teaching, the young men began to master the traditional essence of the naval aviation force not being arrogant and not being discouraged!

"Although this is not the first time everyone has carried out night bombing missions, I still have to remind you that you must see the signal clearly before dropping bombs. Don't throw bombs on our own heads!" Although the German army has long applied radio beacon technology to the military, this is far from being precise bombing. At best, it is also a guide to the strategic bombing of large aircraft groups, and it is difficult to play a role in tactical bombing. Therefore, when German ground forces call on their own aircraft for support, they need to use colored signal flares or fireworks to guide them. However, such visual guidance will inevitably lead to deviations, especially at night!

"Boss, don't worry!" The young men seemed confident.

For those of them, German pilots who have been trained and have been in actual combat, there is no challenge to take off and land at night on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier. Even in the sparse moonlight, Shinkwitz and his pilots did not take it seriously. It seemed that only the oncoming cold wind could cause them some trouble. Despite wearing goggles and thick scarves, the temperature in October night still made them scruple the movable glass hatch.

Although the speed of jshani is not as fast as that of fighter jets, it is much faster than its predecessors. Just 10 minutes later, the five-plane team flew to the battlefield with up to 3 tons of high-explosive aviation bombs.

At this time, Sinkwitz didn't know that their mission would deviate from the original intention due to a small accident.

"Mushroom! Mushroom! Here is the saber! Mushroom! Mushroom!"

After entering the battlefield airspace, Sinkwitz adjusted the communication channel to the band used by the ground forces.

Soon, a clear sound came from the headphones:

"Sabre, saber, here are mushrooms! I have heard your voice, please don't drop bombs for the time being, please don't drop bombs for the time being!"

This is the first time Sinkwitz heard about such commands, but it did not exceed the scope of the open space tactical doctrine.

"I understand! We will circle over the battlefield, please give instructions as soon as possible!"

For the next ten minutes, there was a lonely rustling sound in Sinkwitz's headphones.

Just behind a hill that the fifth aircraft team passed by not long ago, the temporary command of the 1st Parachute Infantry Regiment of the German 2nd Air Assault Division was busy. It was said that the focus of everyone was not on the current situation of the battle, but on a transmitter here, to be precise, a transmitter that was adjusted to the Japanese communication frequency by chance.

"Our unit... is determined to break through..., please... General Chun... get closer..."

The correspondent who knows German, Chinese and Japanese gently interprets the signals while recording them quickly on paper. Despite the efforts to debug, the signals in the headphones are still sometimes missing.
Chapter completed!