"Enemy aircraft groups were spotted in the east...... Pull the alarm! ”

It was only after a bright morning sun jumped out of the sea, and the rapid cries of the lookouts were heard from the mast observation platform of the German light cruiser "Augsburg". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At the moment, there are hundreds of ships of all sizes in the coastal waters of Abersoch, most of which are transport ships transporting landing forces and combat equipment, and the rest are small and medium-sized warships responsible for covering and providing fire support.

The mournful sirens of the air raids soon sounded, and the cowards felt that it was a whimper of the dementors, and for the strong-willed, it was a clarion call to face the battle with their heads held high. Not only the "Augsburg", but also all the ships around it, the sailors were in their positions and ready to fight, and the guns of various calibers could open fire only at the first order.

On the bridges of these battleships, the officers watched steadily in the direction of the enemy aircraft.

The black dots were located in a position that was neither high nor low, giving the impression of uninvited guests flying down from the sun, and in the horizon of the optically magnified telescope, the figures of thirty or forty biplanes were faintly discerning.

Although the sun had just risen, the sky over Abersoch had already become a battlefield of fierce fighting between the fighters of the two sides. Although they could not hear the air raid sirens from their own ships, some German fighter pilots still noticed the group of bombers flying from the coast of Wales and hurriedly pulled out to intercept them, but several biplane fighters appeared out of nowhere and fired at these German fighters from afar.

The outlines of these biplanes that suddenly appeared were very different from those of the British army's standard fighters -- their fuselages were sharp and angular, and the upper and lower wings were quite different. If the "Long Gloves" and "Gladiators" made at the Gloucester factory in England are sturdy cheetahs, then these fighters are like stocky porcupines. Don't look at them a little clumsy, they don't show weakness at all against the German Fokker fighters, and the rush and attack make the German pilots very embarrassed to dodge again and again.

Despite being in a favorable position to attack, watching the trajectory marked by the tracer bullet narrowly hit the target, Second Lieutenant Evans, who belongs to the US Army Air Corps, did not feel the slightest pleasure, but had a bad feeling in his heart. Like the German permanent army in Ireland, the United States also has a regular armed force in the United Kingdom, but in much smaller numbers and sizes than the German contingent in Ireland, which is basically symbolic. With the increasing danger of the outbreak of war, the U.S. government proposed to the British mainland to send more U.S. combat troops, but the stubborn British did not accept, and it was not until the Allied warplanes flew over Britain and the army and navy forces forcibly launched a landing attack on the day of the war, and the British top brass realized how difficult it was to fight Germany and Ireland alone, but it was too late, and the American troops who were still mobilizing were separated from Europe by the vast Atlantic. The deployment of the main British fleet and the initial mobilization of the federal army thousands of nautical miles from the island of Great Britain meant that in the short term, the British government could only mobilize all forces on its own territory to defend itself against a strong enemy attack.

On the first day of the war, before the United States had declared war on Germany, Second Lieutenant Evans and his comrades spent the entire day watching from the airfield. Although the British did not disclose to them the damage of the British troops on the first day, one can see that the losses of the RAF were quite heavy!

Due to time difference and other reasons, the news of the United States' declaration of war on Germany and Ireland was confirmed in the middle of the night, and Evans's squadron received an order to enter the war at 3 o'clock in the morning.

Going to war is exciting, but with it comes danger. Germany and Ireland have the best aviation industry, equipping their air forces with the best fighters, training their pilots with rigor and pragmatism, and sending the best of them to war zones to gain actual combat experience, so that almost every American and British pilot knows that he is facing a rather difficult adversary.

Evans's landline is nicknamed the "Tempest" **** II, is the last biplane fighter of the United States Army Airlines, its actual service time is only two years, and the performance indicators and performance in training exercises are comparable to the "long gloves" of the British army. That is to say, the new fighters installed by the US Army Air Force two years ago are at the same level as the standard fighters of the British Royal Air Force four or five years ago, and under the impetus of the dark clouds of war, the air combat equipment of the great powers is developing at a high speed at a new level in almost two to three years, and the hard gap in technology is often difficult to make up for in the quality of pilots.

After several consecutive misses, the German fighter plane targeted by Evans suddenly rolled 180 degrees and entered the dive in an upside-down state, with a dizzying speed. Evans subconsciously lowered the nose of the plane and prepared to chase, after a little hesitation, there was no trace of the target in his field of vision, a chill suddenly rose from behind, he turned his head in panic, and in a blink of an eye, the beautiful monoplane appeared behind him!

Damn it!

Evans hurriedly made evasive maneuvers according to what he had learned in daily training, trying to get out of the disadvantage of being attacked, but whether it was rolling, turning sharply, or pulling up quickly, these otherwise effective tactical maneuvers did not work. Evans was a little disheartened, and the disgusting hum of the Daimler engine was getting louder, which meant that the German fighter behind him was gradually closing the distance. When the sound of machine gun fire came from not far away, Evans thought that he was going to hang here, and the accuracy of the Germans' shooting accuracy at a distance of 300 meters was a bit terrible - it is said that in order to ensure the shooting accuracy of the pilots, the German navy, army and air force were not stingy in terms of ammunition, and if more than five days a week were suitable for flight training, a fighter squadron could consume 100,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition.

However, to Evans' great surprise, the sound of machine gun fire lasted for a full ten seconds, and there were no strings of bullets around him, and when he turned his head, he realized that the German fighter had turned around, and a "Mountain Eagle" quickly flew behind him, and chased straight after the Fokker fighter.

"Hey man, thanks!"

Evans breathed a sigh of relief, and he waved gratefully to the British fighter, but he was dumbfounded by the next scene: the German fighter just now did not seem to be in a hurry to get away from the other side's pursuit, it just made a few simple actions to avoid the opponent's bullets and continued to fly downward, while its wingman, another Fokker G-51, quietly appeared behind the British fighter. The poor British pilot was completely attracted by the German plane in front of him, and it was not until two strings of bullets were fired from behind him that he realized that he was a praying mantis targeted by a yellow finch.

It took less than 3 seconds for the Germans to shoot two rows of fatal bullet holes in the British fighter, and the lower part of the right wing of the "Mountain Eagle" broke instantly, and finally fell to the ground helplessly like a sparrow with folded wings. To Evans' heartbreak, the pilot on the plane never climbed out of the cabin and eventually fell to pieces with the plane.

Looking around, Evans found that the battlefield was full of lone British fighters, and the German fighters in pairs showed quite tacit understanding.

Evans clenched the sweat-soaked joystick with both hands, and ****II immediately climbed up as fast as he could, but his intention was not to escape, but to make up for the lack of performance of the fighter with the help of the acceleration of the dive from a high place, and strive to shoot down the enemy plane during the dive, but his good luck seemed to have come to an end - a series of bullets suddenly sounded in his ears and flew through the air, he hurriedly swung the joystick, at this moment, the fuselage trembled violently, and he suddenly felt a heavy blow to his back, and reached out to touch it, The gloves were stained with bright red blood......

On the other hand, the British bomber group flying from the east had already arrived in the area where the coalition ships were fighting, but somewhat surprisingly, they did not lock on to the large warships to attack, but took the risk of flying low, dropping aerial bombs mounted on the fuselage and under the wings on the transport ships that transported troops and equipment to land on the coast.

"My God......"

The officers on the bridge of the "Augsburg" could not help but exclaim as they watched a fast cruise ship full of soldiers tilt after receiving a few bombs, the deck was in chaos, and people were constantly jumping into the water. At this time, the ship's large and small guns were firing desperately, but the traditional anti-aircraft fire was powerless against these British fighters, whose flight altitude was slightly higher than the ship's mast, and the machine guns and machine guns, which were not so valued on weekdays, could play a more useful role.

"Quick, call for Air Force support! We urgently need the cover of fighters! An officer was anxious to order the signal corps, and while he was talking, another freighter carrying ammunition was hit by a bomb, and a large hole was blown out of the hull on the side of the ship, which was not too bad if it was simply capsizing and sinking, as if it was a collision with the movement of ammunition in the cabin, and it suddenly exploded extremely violently, and the whole ship instantly turned into a very large firework, and bright sparks flew in all directions, and a huge area was affected by the explosion.

Looking closely at the muddy sea and the land full of gunsmoke in the distance, the highest-ranking man on the bridge, a German lieutenant commander with a thin face, lamented to himself: "Launching a landing operation without a suppressive victory over the British Air Force is indeed an endless trouble!" If this continues, even if we can gain a foothold on the Cohen Peninsula, the price we will pay will be too great, too great......"

(End of chapter)