As in the early morning of the bloody dawn of the Allies, the sirens sounded at the German flight station.

Since the last surprise attack on the air power of the Allied countries was very profitable, the planes of the German air team have begun to try to disperse the station, which also gives the pilots the opportunity and possibility to indulge.

"This damn drill!"

The Red Baron Richthofen turned over, and as the captain in charge of a hunting squad, he already had a single tent. Coupled with his unruly personality, the other half of his marching bed was never empty.

In the early morning of June, although there is still a little bit of shade, the bare shoulders do not feel cold. The red baron's body was still hot and seductive, making him want to laze into bed for a while the alarm sounded.

But the constant sirens finally made him realize that this was not a damn exercise, especially since the arrival of the heralds made it even clearer to him.

"Sir, squadron leader, please go to him, I think we're going to take to the skies! Sir. ”

The herald did not enter his tent as he commanded, but only made a loud report at the door of the tent.

"Ugh! Got it, I'll be there in a minute! ”

Richthofen, who was already dressing, answered, when two white slippery arms were wrapped around his neck like two languid snakes. Richthofen took one of his arms and imprinted a few kisses on it that were all meant to be soothing. The words in the mouth are reluctant, but quite resolute!

"No, no, no! Honey I must go, war, it's fucking war! You're going to sleep for a while, I promise you'll be back in a minute! ”

The owner of the two arms, thinking that he had not recovered from the fatigue of the battle last night, only entangled for a moment, and mysteriously shrank back as he had come. The languid body moved a few times, as if in reply to Richthofen, and almost immediately the sound of steady, gentle breathing was heard.

"Maybe it's a love that doesn't last long, or maybe it's not a ...... at all"

A warm sleeping bag with a sleek body does not give Richthofen any more nostalgia for the already booted Richthofen. And for the speculation in his heart, it will not affect his emotions. After all, his true lover is the "guy" who can gallop in the blue sky, and only he can make the "Red Baron" the feared air knight, not a fool who will only fight in the gentle country.

"Tutu Tu Tu ...... Woo......"

The engine, which had been blowing all night in the cold wind of the night, spit out the foul cold air that had been left over from the previous night, as if to complain to the Red Baron, and then the whole airport was immediately filled with the almost suffocating smell of oil.

Then the sound sounded a little better, so that the pilot could take off faster, and the ground crew had started the plane's engine.

All of them were the German "Fokker Dr.1" single-engine single-seat triplane fighter with the most outstanding combat performance among the aircraft at this time. And they paint in various colors due to the different hobbies of each squad leader.

The red one is the hunting squad under the Red Baron, and the black one is Herman. A hunting squad under Green.

"Hey, Herman, did you sleep well last night?"

Now with the red baron Richthofen, Hermann. Goering also led a hunting squad. Like their captains, both squads have their own unique characteristics.

"Don't mention it, I drank with that guy from Utd last night, and I almost got drunk to death!"

Herman. Goering, dressed in his fur trench coat, hurried to answer his questions.

"Damn, the British attacked at the Somme, we'll go, we'll go right away!"

Before the two of them could run to the tent that served as a command post, there was a message from Squadron Leader Osvaldo. Polk's roar. Unlike Richthofen's eyes, as if he were a child hunting for the first time, Hermann. Goering muttered softly.

"Oh my God, it's going to be busy today!"

With the squadron leader of the hunting squad of the German flying team, Osvaldo. Polk gave the order, and the three-winged "Fokker Dr.1" fighter roared into the sky.

Unlike in the Battle of Verdun, the configuration of the German fleet changed significantly. Compared with the "Albatross DII-A", which has poor combat performance, the "Fokker Dr.1" is equipped with an ordinary flying team, which is mainly used for battlefield patrols and other tasks. The "Fokker Dr.1", which has the best fighting performance, equips all the hunting squads and is mainly responsible for fighting for air superiority on the battlefield.

Richthofen, the red baron flying the Fokker Dr.1, led his own team, his crew which, like him, was painted completely red. On the upper and lower wings, two large Maltese crosses are painted respectively, making them easy to identify by ground forces. As for the personalized emblem, Richthofen used a hideous black skull with crossed bones.

Soon enemy fighters appeared in front of his eyes.

"It's a pity ......"

The pity in Richthofen's mouth was for the enclosed cockpit that was the envy of all German pilots, so his "pity" was somewhat gloating. Because the British, who seem to have good fighting performance, don't have an enclosed cockpit, at least with that, they don't have to dress as bloated as they do for winter in such weather.

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Or inspired by the MPM military-industrial group "Benlei" attack aircraft that was shot down, the landing gear of the Fokker Dr.1 can also be folded back and attached flat to the belly. According to experiments, this will make the aircraft fly with less drag and more outstanding fighting performance.

Even better for Richthofen was the fact that the folding of the landing gear prevented the aircraft from carrying bombs in its belly, thus completely relieving him of the extremely unpleasant task of ground attack.

What no one knows is that the fundamental reason why German fighters no longer carry bombs is because they have land-based attack aircraft of the "Mosquito" attack aircraft. Due to their considerable range, they were deployed further behind, and their usual training was mainly to attack armored combat vehicles.

Of course, it is not their turn to play yet, and this is the time for air power to compete for air supremacy. The attack planes of the losing side should have to lie on the ground and continue to sleep.

By the time the German flying team rushed to the battlefield, the planes of the British Expeditionary Force had already launched a fierce air assault there. To the strange roar of the engines, the herds of "camels" began to dive, aiming at the pillboxes on the first line of the German line of defense and all the resistance hubs.

At the same time as the dive bombing began, the air group of SE.5 biplane fighters was at high altitude, and they would be the first wave of British air power.

"These bastards will bully guys who can't fight back!"

Richthofen cursed the fighters who attacked the ground on the battlefield, and this use of the fighters often led him to think that the bureaucrats had goldfish in their heads.

In his mind, the only purpose of the fighter pilot's plane was to take down the enemy plane. As for the ground, it was another war that had little to do with them entirely.