Major Bertrand's German was not very good, but Sbojou was fluent in French, and communication between the two sides went well, and the German pilots quickly figured out what was going on.

The French air station was attacked by the Siamese Air Force, and the casualties of French officers and soldiers were initially estimated to be more than 200 people.

Spojou, whose landline had a long-range radio on board, immediately reported the situation to her base in Siem Reap, the capital of Banteay Meanchey province, where the air station was under air strikes, likely followed by a massive ground offensive.

Less than forty kilometers from the border, the city is surrounded by sweeping plains, with the exception of partially reclaimed farmland, flat thatched wasteland dotted with small tropical shrubs. This terrain is a natural stage for mechanized warfare, and if it were a Kadenroyd tracked vehicle equipped by the Siamese Army, it was estimated that it would be possible to strike from the border to the provincial capital in a maximum of an hour.

Shi Boru didn't think much about it, she naturally liked to take the initiative to attack, and after asking about the basic situation of the attacker, the three fighters immediately turned around and launched a pursuit in the direction of the enemy plane's departure.

Regardless of whether she can catch up with the enemy plane or not, she has to go to the border line to check it, and if she finds that there are ground troops moving, she can also make preparations in the rear in advance.

To say that Spojou was in a hurry to avenge the French would be a bit of a deviation from the truth. Although, judging by the actions of the German army, it is true that this impression will be created. But in fact, these German pilots didn't have any complicated ideas in their minds at this time, they just wanted to find the enemy and then fight happily.

Sboru had already come into contact with many French troops here, and it could be seen that their mentality in the face of the Germans was somewhat complicated, not to say that they hated it, nor could it be said that they liked it, but more of a kind of awe, perhaps mixed with a little admiration and other emotions. At least the French maintain a polite and friendly attitude on the surface, but if you want to gain their true friendship, you need to put a lot of thought into it.

It's a tough challenge for the average German who is born with little talent for it, but the French aren't hard to get along with, especially if you can satisfy their little vanity.

But the following group of French Air Force made the major a little confused, and they seemed to have an incomprehensible enthusiasm for strangers. In what sounds completely gibberish to the layman, the French not only gave a clear account of the enemy's strength and type, but also estimated the approximate return route of the attackers, these Frenchmen claimed that they were the 65th reconnaissance flight team, and they knew the location of the Siam base well, and they deduced that this group of planes should have flown from the Siam [Watanara] air base, in order to be able to give a more intuitive impression of the Germans. The French also organized a dozen soldiers to use their human bodies to discharge an arrow sign on the runway to direct friendly forces in the direction of the enemy's airfield.

It was so miserable that no one cared about the border line anymore, and the hearts of the French soldiers were filled with hatred for the casualties of more than 200 colleagues.

"Remember the parameters of the Japanese KI-30 bomber?" Skwaru checked the fuel gauge and then pushed the throttle full, the DB601E engine let out a metallic roar, and the BF109 began to climb up a steep course.

"The maximum speed is 420 kilometers, and there is a rear self-defense machine gun." Ensign Nemo tightened the belt of his oxygen mask and glanced at the wingtips of the long plane.

This time in Asia, the squadron was given a special target identification book, with a red stamp with extremely dense words on the cover, which was usually locked in the safe at the squadron headquarters. It is printed with identification maps and basic parameters of aircraft, ships, and ground combat units of various Asian countries, especially the Japanese army and navy, and many of them are models that they have never heard of before.

"It is impossible for a formation of this size to be carried out without fighter escort, I guess the French did not recognize it in their panic." Ensign Sara held the joystick in her left hand and skillfully opened the sight circuit with her right hand, adjusting the brightness of the ranging aura.

"Then you will understand, the French major said that these people have a problem with their skills, and they should look like they should be veteran pilots." Shi Boru looked at the altimeter and slowly leveled out the climb angle.

"So you have to be careful, those may be Japanese instructors hired by the Siam Air Force, and the intelligence says that the Siam Air Force has hired a lot of Japanese pilots temporarily." Shi Boru said.

"So we're going to have another war with the Japanese?" Ensign Nemo's voice was filled with excitement.

"I can't wait to teach those [Cabinet Sharpeners] another lesson."

Ensign Sara finally found an opportunity to show his "language talent", although many unpleasant things happened during his time in Chongqing, but the enthusiastic Chinese people left him with more good memories, so from then on Sara no longer used "yellow monkey" to refer to the Japanese, because he felt that it might offend those Chinese friends of the same color, and then he specially consulted the Chinese translator arranged by the embassy, and learned the special term "little devil" from the mouth of the Trump's translator.

"What you said is not standard, it should be [Riben Cabinet], listen carefully to my pronunciation, [Day...]." Captain Nemo's teacher was a Chinese cook hired by the embassy, and in addition to peeling potatoes, he also had a good hand in noodles.

"Wait a minute, I found them, eleven o'clock direction, two thousand distances, large fleet, should be the target we are looking for." Sboru interrupted the two ensigns' language lessons.

"They are a little taller than us and the location is in our favour." Ensign Nemo observed the direction pointed by the Major, and sure enough, he spotted a group of tiny black dots in the air in the distance, which could easily be missed if he didn't pay attention.

"They didn't seem to expect to be pursued. Ditching the drop tank, we caught up. After Shi Boru gave the order, he pulled the red handle on the floor, and after a metal friction sound, the fuselage shook slightly, and the auxiliary fuel tank, which had been emptied of most of the fuel, broke away from the bottom pylon of the aircraft, and the BF109's movements became lighter.

Three German fighters formed a three-plane diagonal formation, hiding in the observation corner behind the opposing side, and quietly approached the group of light bombers. (To be continued.) )