Over the strait, the weather was good, with a few thin stratus clouds floating at low altitudes, four thousand meters above the clouds, and the blazing summer sun brought warmth to the icy cabin through the clear and bright windshield.

William. With one hand on the joystick and the other unlatching the Type 10 oxygen mask, Sperry turned his head to look to the right side of the cabin, deeply regretting that he had forgotten to carry his camera. Seeing such a spectacular scene is really an opportunity that a pilot will rarely encounter several times in his life, and it can be said to be a dream.

What is the concept of a large group of 500 planes, everywhere you look, there are dense planes of all sizes, layered on top of each other, mighty and mighty, covering the sky and the sun.

Sperry wore a Luftwaffe summer khaki canvas flight cap, buttoned up his brand-new Leitz goggles, and wore a linen summer flight jacket with a kapok life jacket, summer leather gloves and boots, the standard outfit of a German bomber pilot.

This is William. Sperry's twelfth combat flight, if he can return smoothly this time, he can proudly upgrade to a rookie, but, unlike other rookies in the Air Force, his rank indication shows that he is just a private, in fact, strictly speaking, he is not even a bird, he is a flight student who is still completing C-level flight training, and can only be regarded as a bird's egg.

Although he has passed the B-level flight training and obtained his pilot wing, he still has a long way to go to become a qualified bomber pilot. In the flight school, he always dreamed of passing the training to kill the enemy as soon as possible, but the instructor told him that according to the current situation of the war, by the time he obtained the qualification certificate through the advanced bomber course, I am afraid that the war would be over long ago.

The news of the Germans' successive victories on the battlefield was encouraging, but for a boy who was bent on proving himself on the battlefield. The news was bitter and frustrating, and he thought he might have missed the war.

Two weeks ago, Mr. Sperry Jr. had thought the same thing, but what happened the next week made the young cadet feel like a dream.

One day, the school suddenly notified the flight course to be temporarily suspended, and all the personnel immediately gathered at the school's airport with their own flight equipment and personal luggage.

After the assembly, more than 100 cadets were caught into 20 JU52 transport planes painted with aviation school identification numbers, and formed a formation to fly westward, along the way Sperry found that the route was very busy through the window. All sorts of transport planes and bombers shuttled in and out.

The students sat in the cabin and speculated about the destination of the flight, and the answers were varied, and in the end some thought that they might go to Cologne, and some thought they would go to Strasbourg, but Sperry secretly guessed that it might be France, because he saw the logo of the Second Air Force on the two JU52s that joined the group later, and this discovery made him excited, and secretly prayed that God's own guess was correct.

The cadet team almost never leaves the plane, except for the landing refueling time. They can move their hands and feet on the ground, and the rest of the time they even eat, drink and live on the plane. The entire fleet traveled day and night, and when they woke up, they found themselves in a Luftwaffe base outside Paris, France.

The flight instructor gathered more than 100 trainees and answered their questions. The time they have been waiting for has come when the motherland needs them to contribute their part. The war at the front suddenly took a turn for the better, and the Führer himself drew up a war plan against the British, and the time had come to collect old debts from the arrogant and greedy British. And these flight cadets will become a key link in the combat plan of the high command. Compared to their predecessors, they were extremely lucky, because they were given the precious opportunity to feel the breath of war on the front lines of the battlefield. You can even get merit and honor in the future battles.

After the initial excitement and excitement, Sperry and his classmates began to feel a little panicked, they had not yet completed their formal bombing and combat training, and had no concept of air combat.

At this time, more and more Luftwaffe students gathered at this base, including those from Hamburg, Berlin, Brandenburg, Leipzig, Hanover, fighter flight schools, higher bomber flight schools, and higher transport aircraft flight schools.

The grouping and training plans have been released, and the trainees look at those plans and feel that their brains are a little insufficient, and they can't figure out the number of the Führer's path at all, what is this going on? But think about it, the great head of state is a god from heaven, an angel given by God to Germany, and the path of the angel can be found out by these mortals, and those who have doubts do not immediately go to the airport chapel to find the priest to confess and donate money.

The cadets of the various aviation schools began to be assigned to dozens of French forward field airfields and air bases, according to their specialty, where they would take over the planes they were going to fly and immediately put them into flight training.

Sperry was assigned to Green Ridge Field Airfield, where he was given a light bomber, along with a thick flight manual and a French dictionary. The German boy never dreamed that the first time he went to the battlefield, he would be given a French plane and an army soldier to be a machine gunner and partner, was this a joke? However, an order is an order, and obedience is the only correct way to deal with an order. Sperry and his friends immediately threw themselves into the heat of training.

Take-off, landing, formation, maneuver flight, instrument flight, radio liaison training, these cadets have long held the flying wing badge, what they lack is only advanced professional courses and combat training, mastering an aircraft and performing regular flights is not a very difficult thing for them, and soon they will be able to follow the long plane for long-range formation flights.

But what puzzled the trainees was that they had not been trained in combat from beginning to end, such as ground attack and bombing, and their cadet group was equipped with fifty Breguet 693 bombers, which the French classified as a multi-role attack aircraft, which could carry eight 50-kilogram bombs, and 20-mm machine guns that could strafe the ground under the nose and belly. They have great ground firepower, but they have never been trained in the use of weapons.

When Sperry, as the cadet representative, raised his doubts to his superiors, which were also common to all the cadets, the base commander laughed and gave him a letter of appointment, and he was appointed as the leader of the first detachment of the cadet group, and a battle plan was handed to him along with the letter of appointment. At this time, he learned that the high command was not prepared for them to face to face with the British, and even strictly forbade them to come into contact with the enemy forces, and the task of the cadet brigade was to carry out all kinds of feints under the command of the General Command of the Air Force Theater of Operations. Efforts were made to disrupt the combat rhythm of the British, and to lure and mobilize the enemy's air defense forces, so that the regular units of the Luftwaffe could find loopholes in the enemy's defenses, occupy the best offensive posture, and gain local tactical superiority, and finally completely destroy the British Air Force's resistance capability and achieve the strategic goal of occupying absolute air supremacy.

To put it simply, Sperry and his friends are a bunch of bait. After understanding his final role and reading the battle plan, Sperry found that he didn't seem to be disappointed, but rather relieved of some of his burdens. At this time, he realized that he had actually been worried about going to the battlefield in his heart.

After all, these boys knew very well how capable they were, although the warriors were destined for the battlefield, and the wells and crockpots and horse leather shrouds and so on. However, there is still a psychological difference between dying in battle and sending them to death.

Three days later, Sperry and his companions flew their first combat flight, with all fifty Breguet light bombers dispatched, taking twenty minutes to take off and form alone. The squadrons then formed a standard bomber cruising formation, and the huge group of planes slowly climbed around the perimeter of the base until the group reached an altitude of 4,000 meters. Another group of fifty French Portay 630 twin-engine heavy fighters converged, and as the group got closer to the coast, more and more formations joined the group, and by the time they reached the skies over the Channel, it had become a huge fleet of three hundred aircraft.

As early as when the group was still grouping over France, the British radar network had already discovered them, and immediately began to track them, and when the group turned and began to fly in the direction of the British mainland on the other side of the channel, the alarm bell in the British fighter command was loud, and what made the British nervous was that the radar station continuously sent reports that new large formations were constantly gathering in French airspace, and now several known groups were heading directly at Dover, Hastings and Portsmouth. According to the volume and speed, it was supposed to be a heavy fighter and a high-speed bomber of the German army.

Twenty minutes later, the radar network determined that the leading German aircraft group had flown over the center line of the channel, and the fighter command ordered the remaining reserve squadrons to also take off immediately, immediately climb to 6,000 meters, and make every effort to intercept the German bomber formation.

The British Air Force pilots climbed to the top of the air at full speed, and the squadrons that had taken off before began to assemble towards the predetermined area according to the instructions of the fighter command. How could the British pilots not be bloody, adrenaline-secreting, and morale incomparably high, and they secretly vowed to let the Germans know the real strength of the Royal Air Force, so that the Germans could also taste the taste of being defeated and sunk into the sand, and thus avenged Dunkirk's revenge.

The pilots of the British Flying Squadron, who arrived in the established airspace early, searched every inch of the sky in their field of vision with their red eyes open, but found that there were even chicken feathers in the surrounding area of more than ten kilometers, not to mention the planes. Then...... A message came from the fighter command that the Germans had turned back......

That morning, the Luftwaffe fleet was advancing and retreating and teasing the British Royal Air Force, and the British fighter command was furiously flipped by the exhausted pilots!

In the afternoon of the same day, the German army made its sixth large sortie, and the British fighter command, which had nothing to say, sent only two squadrons to deal with it, with the result that 48 hurricanes were beaten by 84 BF109s that suddenly attacked, and 30 JU88s took the opportunity to flatten the army supply yard and fuel depot near Brighton and the camp of the garrison infantry regiment.

By the time the supporting flight squadron arrived, the Germans had already flown away, leaving only a ruined wall, hurricane wreckage all over the ground, the corpses of army officers and soldiers were strewn all over the field, and the fighter command was beaten to death by the army and the table was flipped in anger!

The tragedy of the RAF has only just begun, and this is only the first day. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)