Damn, I knew you weren't so kind! After reading the two treaties, Franco thought angrily, and said that 500 million marks was too much, and not to mention this "Treaty of Military Alliance" that wanted to pull me into the water, the "German-Italian and Czech Condominium Agreement on the Strait of Gibraltar" alone was worth more than 500 million marks!

"What does Mr. Franco think, it's rare to ask for such a cheap one." Leon said with a smile.

"Mr. Leon, can I give you 500 million marks directly? Half a billion marks is really not much, and you don't need to worry about hurting our friendship. Franco asked tentatively.

"No, no, no, how much does it hurt to talk about money?" Leon shook his head in refusal.

"But with the signing of these two treaties, the future of our Spain ......"

"With all due respect, if you don't sign these two treaties, you won't even have them now." Mussolini interrupted Franco with a sneer, "Without the present, what is the future?" ”

Franco was silent when he heard this, he thought about it, he was about to be wiped out, and he was about to lose even the "present", where did the capital come from to talk about the future?

Just when Franco was entangled, Leon gave him the final blow: "Mr. Franco, in order to show our sincerity in welcoming our allies, I can add another aircraft carrier to the conditions originally promised to you, and help you seize air supremacy in the theater before the arrival of our air force, how about it?" ”

Franco was overjoyed to hear this, and the condition of seizing air supremacy in the theater of operations before the arrival of the German-Italian and Czech troops was very tempting to him.

A large part of the reason why the Spanish Nationalist Army was defeated was that the air force on the side of the Nationalist Army was beaten by the Soviet Aviation Volunteers, while the Republican Army, which had gained air supremacy, advanced all the way with the ground support of Soviet aircraft.

And with the support of German aircraft carriers and air supremacy, Franco is confident that he can stabilize his position and even launch a small counterattack in some areas.

"To be honest, you don't have to think about it, you can only choose to say yes." Hacha advised, "Only we are the ones who really want to help you." ”

"Good! I promise you! Franco nodded vigorously, then picked up his pen and signed the two treaties.

"Very well, Mr. Franco." Leon smiled happily when he saw that his plan had succeeded, "Welcome Spain to join us and become a member of our steel agreement!" ”

"When will the coalition forces leave?" Franco was clearly more concerned about when Deigre would save him.

"The Italian expeditionary force will leave immediately, and we will send the troops to Murcia by the navy's transport ships." Mussolini said.

"As for the German reinforcements, I will arrange for the equipment of the Wehrmacht to be loaded onto the train and sent directly to Italy by rail." "Then it will be up to Mr. Mussolini," said Leon, "for France would not allow German troops to pass through their territory." ”

"The Italian Navy is ready to serve its allies." Mussolini laughed.

"It seems that our Czech army may not need to take action." Hacha humorously said, "Then we will be responsible for providing arms support to our allies." ”

Franco's words touched Franco, who had never felt it was such a wonderful thing to have allies.

It so happened that the German aircraft carrier fleet had just completed its support mission in Ethiopia and was cruising in the Mediterranean, preparing to return to Germany.

Hearing Lyon's latest instructions, the only aircraft carrier with fighters, the Count Zeppelin, immediately broke away from the fleet under the protection of the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen (Admiral Hipper-class III) and went straight to Spain after replenishing ammunition and fuel in Italian Sardinia, while the other three German-class aircraft carriers sailed with the Hippel through the Strait of Gibraltar towards Germany.

"Ansel, watch your height." There was a reminder in the headphones.

"Understood." Ansel came back to his senses from his wandering mind.

Ansel was a German naval aviation pilot who served in the 151st Naval Aviation Squadron aboard the aircraft carrier Count Zeppelin, flying an ME109T fighter.

Since Ethiopia does not have an air force, these fighter pilots can be said to be the most idle group of people in the entire fleet, and they are also the only ones who have not experienced actual combat.

"Sir, do you think we can beat the Soviet Aerospace Forces?" Ansel asked his captain through the squad channel, "I've heard that they have more than 80 fighters, and we only have two squadrons of 24." ”

"I don't know, but the Führer will never let us die." Albridson replied, "All right, boy, don't worry, we're flying the most advanced fighters!" ”

"Brothers, we are still 30 kilometers away from the goal!" The voice of the squadron leader of their flying squadron appeared in the headphones, "Watch around, beware of Soviet ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by one of the team members.

"At 12 o'clock, at an altitude of about 6000 meters, Soviet fighters were spotted!"

The two fighter squadrons were at an altitude of 7,000 meters at the moment, so everyone hurriedly looked forward and down when they heard this, and sure enough, they saw twenty or thirty small dots in that direction.

"Attention, prepare to dive!" The squadron leader said nervously, "Cover our bomber formation!" ”

Underneath the German fighters were a bomber formation consisting of 12 FI-167 torpedo attack planes carrying a 2,200-pound bomb and 12 JU-87C dive bombers carrying two 1,100-pound bombs.

Their first objective in Spain was to destroy an important front-line airfield for the Republican Army.

At the same time that the Germans discovered the Soviets, the Soviets also discovered the Germans, and they began to accelerate and pounced on the German bomber formation.

Apparently, they did not see the formation of German fighters soaring 1,000 meters diagonally above them.

"Anatoly, that's a German plane?" A Soviet fighter pilot pounced on the German bomber formation when he asked his wingman in confusion, "When did the Germans come?" ”

"Yefim, that's a German plane." Anatoly glanced at the Iron Cross on the JU-87C and affirmed, "We need to report the arrival of the Germans to HQ." ”

"I'll report back later." Yefim looked at the German bombers that were getting closer and closer, and said to Anatoly, "Let's deal with this group of bombers first." ”

"Don't you think it's strange Yefim?" Anatoly seemed to think of something, "Why did the bombers go alone?" I think they're going to the airport, so they should know about our existence. ”

"Oh, shit!" Yefim also thought of something, and he hurriedly shouted into the formation channel, "Pull up, pull up!" German fighters are above us! ”