London, United Kingdom.

In a very ordinary warehouse of the British Navy, a group of very unusual people are waiting for a very special cargo.

A small convoy arrived, with the exception of a truck with a thick canvas in the middle, which was filled with heavily armed gendarmes. The convoy stopped near the warehouse, and the soldiers got out of their cars to form a tight cordon, and only a car and the truck in the middle of the convoy drove into the warehouse.

After the canvas was removed, the eyes of the group lit up, and a plane full of bullet holes and crooked wings appeared on the truck. This plane was the No. 011 "Swordfish" torpedo plane that was forced to land on the pier during the German air raid on Pascalflo Harbor.

The British Navy transported the aircraft to London as quickly as possible, and a large group of senior generals, including the Admiralty, came to see the weapon that had blown their ship to pieces, along with Britain's best aircraft and engine engineers.

Exquisite?

No, it was nowhere near as elaborate as the furniture in the homes of any of the Englishmen present, and could even be described as ugly: full of bullet holes of various sizes, some from the machine guns of the British destroyers, others from the German planes that later tried to destroy it, the long fuselage was neither cylindrical nor square, and the cloth wrapped its body into a semi-circular and semi-square shape.

Heroic?

No, one of its wings had broken off during the crash landing, and now it was lying crookedly like a wounded bird, and it was only through the other wing that one could imagine what it would look like intact.

Cramped cockpit, rudimentary instruments, jet-black machine guns.

Everyone wondered, was this thing that blew up the majestic and noble British battleship in all directions? The planes produced by the British do not seem to be much different from it in appearance, when the Germans attacked Pascofro, most of the British planes were deployed on both sides of the English Channel and the French front, Pascaflo only had a few relatively old water reconnaissance planes, and did not believe that the Germans dared to go out of port to challenge the British Navy, let alone attack the British naval port far from the German mainland.

"Mr. Paul, according to the research of you and your research group, did the German aircraft have a significant advantage in performance compared to ours?" After a long period of reflection, an admiral asked, and next to him stood a middle-aged man with a tired face, who had previously conducted a preliminary study of the aircraft with his technical team during the ship's journey.

"Structurally, their planes are more robust and more stable in flight, which is indeed better than ours, but the gap is not huge. As for the engine, we have to dig deeper, but according to the sailors at the scene of the battle, it was faster than most British aircraft. Also, their weapon is very interesting, this simple device allows machine gun bullets to pass through the gap between the propellers without hitting the blades, and happily, this device is very easy to copy! ”

"Great! We urgently need to produce a large number of fighter jets that can compete with German aircraft to protect the capital and various ports, and we are also actively researching more effective ground air defense weapons, the Germans will definitely not stop after the air raids, I believe they will soon start to the British mainland! Mr. Paul, the King and the people need you to develop a fighter that is no less than this German aircraft within a month, and our factories will cooperate fully to produce in two months an aircraft sufficient to protect the British! Churchill, the Minister of the Admiralty, was extremely excited, and although most of the responsibility for the destruction of the British Grand Fleet was placed on the captured Admiral Jerryd, as the Admiralty, Churchill was also under tremendous pressure from all sides.

The question before the British was not only how to deal with German aircraft, but also that Britain had basically lost control of the North Sea, and with the German submarines roaming around, the lifeline at sea on which they depended was already in jeopardy, and the main German fleet could appear at any time outside the more terrifying home ports.

Although the engineers said that it was not a big problem, Churchill knew very well that two months, such a short time, to produce enough aircraft, where did the pilots come from?

In fact, the Germans were not going to give Churchill even two months.

Inside Wilhelmshaven, a huge fleet is ready to set sail again. Within a week of the air raids on Pascalflo and the annihilation of the British Grand Fleet, the German sailors were actively repairing their equipment, the supplies needed for the aircraft carriers were also brought from East Prussia by railroad, and aerial bombs, torpedoes, and fuel were continuously sent to the mothership, and everyone in the fleet was full of energy and gear.

The submarine forces, including Dönitz and his U-039, were already busy, cruising day and night outside the ports of the North Sea and the east of England, and the daring captains even broke into the British harbor at night to attack merchant ships and small warships, and the St. George Cross flag of the British Empire was rarely flown in the entire North Sea. The first German merchant ships slowly sailed out of the harbor and, escorted by cruisers, sailed into the North Sea, sailed to Norway, sailed out of the North Sea, sailed to the Americas, and sailed to the outside world. Although Britain still had a strong navy in its overseas colonies, the Germans made a solemn statement to the world: the British can no longer trap us Germans at sea!

Tirpitz feared not only the British overseas fleet, but also the British submarine forces, which were not inferior in quantity and quality to the Germans, and which, if they sailed into the North Sea, would strangle the still fragile German sea lines on their doorstep, but the British did not do so, and many submarines were scattered around the ports of the homeland to guard and defend against possible attacks by the German navy on these ports. Especially to guard against German aircraft carriers, which were still separated by a layer of mist for them.

In the early morning of September 10, 12 dreadnought-class battleships, 7 old battleships, 8 light cruisers, 2 aircraft carriers, 2 seaplane carriers, 36 destroyers, 11 submarines and 5 transport ships of the German High Seas Fleet slowly sailed out of Wilhelmshaven. This fleet will also triumph with great victories.

The flagship of the fleet was still "Frederick the Great", and the commander of the fleet was replaced by Prince Heydrich. He was as confident as all the officers and men of the fleet, at this time Britain no longer had a fleet that could compete with them, and the only new capital ships left in the empire were 4 dreadnought-class battleships and 2 battle cruisers, while 40 old battleships were widely distributed in the home ports, the Mediterranean and the Pacific, which was the main reason why the British used most of their submarines for home defense.

The German fleet is out of port!

This is news that almost the whole of Britain feels suffocated, and what was once a problem in the heart has become a beast with a bloody mouth wide open. The whole royal family was in a state of panic, and Churchill's Admiralty was ordered to keep a close eye on the movements of the German fleet and in any case to prevent them from threatening London, which in the eyes of King George was their most worthy target.

Churchill seemed helpless about this, the current British navy is no longer what it used to be, and the patrol fleet of cruisers that flaunted its might in the North Sea has long since withdrawn to the British mainland, so what can be used to closely monitor the German fleet?

The German fleet left the port and headed northwest, then disappeared into the vast sea and from the sight of the British spies.

The main British fleet stationed on the banks of the Thames was the new Fleet Commander, David Brown. Under the leadership of Admiral Betty, the main force of this fleet is 2 dreadnought-class battleships and 23 old battleships, Betty will take the only remaining George V-class battleship "Ajax" of the British Navy as the flagship of the fleet, and the other dreadnought-class battleship is the Orion-class battleship "Thunderbolt", the rest are armored battleships launched before 1906, although they are not the opponents of the later dreadnoughts, but in fleet warfare, which dreadnought can be choked if they have a few more guns.

Betty did not take this detachment to the German fleet, but spread out in formation 10 nautical miles outside the mouth of the river, and the submarine forces of cruisers and destroyers stood guard 10-50 nautical miles in front of the fleet. Dozens of British planes took off from the airfield near Dover and fanned northeast for a search.

Looking at the number of British planes in the sky, Betty and all the British sailors who had experienced Pascalflo's air raids felt much more at ease, they didn't know that many of those planes had no weapons at all, and only the co-pilot of the two-seater plane temporarily moved the machine gun up, and the combat effectiveness was really not flattering.

At this time, Manfred and his companions were blowing the sea breeze at a makeshift airport near Calais, and even the sea breeze was warm on this hot summer day. Manfred sat under a large tree and watched the ground crew busily refuel and reload, his fighter squadron had only been here yesterday morning, and he did not understand why he had come to this seaside city far from Paris and the front line, whether it was to bomb the British on the other side of the Channel, but that should be the task of the bomber squadron. Although the Channel is only about 30 miles from Dover on the English coast, it is 100 miles from London, from where his hummingbird can barely make a show of face to the suburbs of London and have to sail back, and that's it!

Manfred began to close his eyes and recuperate, but soon he heard the squadron leader's order to assemble.

"Listen, everyone, the reconnaissance plane has found that more than 40 British planes have taken off from several temporary airfields in Dover, and are now hovering northeast of Dover, according to the order of the superiors, we are now taking off to repair those British planes!" As soon as the squadron leader finished speaking, the pilots cheered happily, as if the Englishmen had become their meal.

"Alright, let's go back to our landlines and get ready to go! I wish you all a great return, but don't take these Brits lightly! ”

With the roar of engine starts, 30 Hummingbird fighters began to glide on the ground, followed by one after the other, Manfred's cockpit painted with a large 11, which was his squadron's number.

No one spoke during the flight, and everyone's faces were filled with eagerness and excitement, because this time their target was no longer those small fish and shrimp, but planes, planes of the British.

Shortly after the take-off of this squadron of fighters, two other squadrons of bombers, stationed a little further from the coast, also departed, and their aerial bombs were to be used against the old battleships and cruisers there.

The fighter pilots saw the British planes circling the sea from afar, and the neat formation suddenly dispersed, and they picked their respective targets and pounced on them like wolves and tigers.

Manfred spotted a British biplane single-seat reconnaissance plane flying low and accelerated towards it. It was his first real air combat, and Manfred felt his heart flutter as he struggled to calm down, recalling every step of the air attack during training and simulation. His No. 11 made a sharp detour and turned to the rear of the British plane's flank, taking up an excellent position to attack.

The British pilots had already discovered these unscrupulous German planes, they were either old birds who had returned to England after the chase over France, or rookies who had stayed in England and had not participated in any battles, and the clumsy plane in front of Manfred was a rookie who had been guided by the old bird—still a junior rookie.

The knight doesn't need to be merciful to a rookie opponent, at a distance of 150 meters, Manfred shoots a long shot, followed by a sharp turn, and the whole attack is over in just a few seconds, as if a knight gracefully raises his sword and falls to see the enemy off his horse, everything is so coherent. The bullets swept from the fuselage of the plane to the wings, and the wooden shards scattered in the air, and it suddenly lost its balance, staggered and planted towards the sea, and soon began to spin helplessly, and finally made a small splash on the surface.

Manfred only glanced back at his prey with a pang of joy in his heart, but he soon realized that the feeling was far from what he was looking for. The battle of his dreams was one of two knights facing each other, each raising his sword, and between the lightning and flint, the better one continued to survive and fight, while the loser slowly fell off his horse.

Wandering between happiness and melancholy, Manfred soon discovered a new prey, and a British plane was fleeing towards him under the chase of another German fighter, which was constantly spitting out strings of white dots of light backwards, forcing the German planes behind to sway from side to side in confusion to avoid bullets.

After his first attempt, Manfred was already excited, and he did every move as naturally as he would in his usual training simulation: accelerating, turning, climbing, and then plunged headlong at his prey. Almost as the pilots on both sides could see the expressions on each other's faces, Manfred swerved with a short shot dozens of meters in front of the British plane, leaving behind the wide-eyed, bloody British pilot and his smoking engine. What he saw just now was clearly a terrifying dark knight flashing in front of him, followed by this fatal blow.

Another British plane dragged the smoke to the sea, and Betty and his sailors were once again dumbfounded, and in less than ten minutes there were almost nothing left in the sky of the German planes painted with the huge iron cross that made them gnash their teeth and be terrified, except for a few planes in the distance still playing a game of cat and mouse.

The British sailors clung to the ship's machine guns, and the machine guns were raised to the maximum angle, but the German planes had no intention of attacking the ships after the air battle, and they hovered tirelessly at an altitude of thousands of meters.

Manfred had not yet recovered from the excitement of the battle, and he was gasping for breath when another fighter approached, and the pilot above shouted with a fist:

"Manfred, you kid actually snatched food from my mouth, and you have a treat for beer at night!"

A smile appeared on Manfred's face, he had finally taken out the enemy's planes, and two, and perhaps, as the prince said, he was a born knight in the air.

A few minutes later, dozens of German bombers appeared over the British fleet, and the sound of bomb explosions accompanied by the terrified screams of British sailors resounded across the sea. The long-held anger of the British was finally vented through countless machine gun and machine gun bullets, and the entire sky was covered with shiny white spots, and several German bombers who lowered their altitude to prepare for horizontal bombing hurriedly pulled up when they saw this, but there were still two planes unfortunately hit by bullets, one of which even exploded in volley, and the German pilots who were very proud just now were all stunned. Although Pascalflo was attacked for only a short week, the British had already loaded as many machine guns as they could on the ship, and their cannons and shrapnel were lethal to low-flying planes.

At this time, Manfred's squadron of fighters found a British airfield in a meadow in Dover, and several British planes were parked on the ground. Manfred pressed the nose of his No. 11 and slid diagonally down from more than 50 meters in the air, until it was pulled up again at a height of more than ten meters, and two shuttle bullets drilled two neat rows of bullet holes in several planes on the ground, and several German fighters behind followed suit, while other fighters ravaged the British scurrying around on the ground.

Manfred checked his bullets for another strafing shot, so he circled in the air and began to strafe from the same position again.

At this time, not far from the parked British planes, several British soldiers were hiding next to the warehouse, shooting their rifles into the air, but their move seemed futile, because none of the German planes had given up the attack because of them, but they had no intention of giving up.

At the moment when he pulled up the nose of the plane, Manfred suddenly felt a numbness in his right arm, and a rifle bullet pierced through the thin cabin wall and hit him.

"Hell!" Manfred gritted his teeth and pulled the plane up, then treated the wound urgently. When the British planes on the ground were almost paralyzed on the ground, the German fighters left satisfied.

When he returned to Calais, Manfred's right arm was soaked in blood. After the plane came to a standstill, he looked at his own blood and vowed to make all enemies pay for it with blood.

God have mercy, the young pilot's right hand was not scrapped, and he also reserved the opportunity to fulfill this vow. But Manfred had to leave the battlefield for three months, where he was just beginning to show his skills, but fortunately the war wasn't over so soon, and after three months, the air battles here would be even more intense.

Betty looked at the wreckage of British planes floating on the surface of the sea and the formation of the fleet that had become chaotic to avoid bombs, and felt helpless. The delay in the arrival of the main German fleet further complicated his feelings, and even he did not know whether he was looking forward to the appearance of the fleet, or whether he continued to speculate uneasily about the whereabouts of the Germans.

Soon after, the Germans solved this puzzle for him.

At 1:34 p.m. on 10 September, Newcastle was hit by German airstrikes, while several naval forts in northeastern England were shelled.