On a breezy moonlit night, the waves on the sea are undulating, and such waves cannot shake those warships with 10,000-ton bodies. Escorted by numerous destroyers, Germany's most powerful aircraft carrier, the Ernst-class Alsace, is slowly sailing at a speed of 12 knots.

After a day of hustle and bustle, many pilots and ordinary officers and men on the ship had fallen asleep with tired bodies, but at this moment, some others were still busy with their duties.

"The 4th Squad of the 2nd Bomber Squadron was cleared to take off!"

When the magnetic voice of the communications officer of the aircraft carrier control tower came from the headset, Lieutenant Hinkwitz looked up at the silver disc that was almost full moon, and silently drew a cross on his chest with his right hand.

With a cough-like roar, the Junkers Ju-IIIF's 1,250 hp engine was kicked in, and J's hollow steel propeller began to produce a powerful thrust backwards at 2,400 rpm.

By the time the navigator waved off the fluorescent signal sticks in his hand, the crew quickly removed the safety compartment under the nose wheel of the latest Navy vultures. Guided by the bow pilot light, one ju-iif after another left the deck and flew upwind, and the sea was still dark except for a few lights, but the pilots knew that closer to the coast, the Turkish fleet, which had always been intact, was patrolling the sea at a similar speed.

Flying over the pitch-black sea, over the blurred coastline, five naval vultures begin to climb, their favorite fresh air at an altitude of 3 kilometers, and fly straight to their destination in the dark of night.

"Each machine reports the situation!"

As always, Schinkwitz took care of his younger brothers with his slightly hoarse voice.

"Burger No. 2 is normal!" Hearing this, Hinkwitz would have thought that in the cockpit of the plane to his right sat a young and handsome young man, with blonde hair that claimed to reflect the sun's rays 100 percent, and although this was not scientific, he could indeed get a shampoo advertisement for his smooth hair without a hint of variegation.

"Hamburg No. 3 is normal!" The shy voice came from one of the pilots that Sinkwitz had disliked the most, and the six-foot-tall young man was always timid in his speech, which made Sinkwitz always feel like a little girl among his subordinates. However, despite his very introverted personality, he was much more fierce when flying this Junkers dive bomber to drop bombs, and his bomb dropping results in training and exercises were the best in the entire team. If it weren't for that, the straight Schinkwitz would have recommended him to work in the battleship's sonar room, because people only need to be quiet when they speak there.

"Hamburg 4 is normal!" The bomber was piloted by a young man born in Württemberg, and he was the only "outsider" in the entire squad, including Schinkwitz, who either grew up in Hamburg or whose ancestors were Hamburgers.

Serve as the number of the internal call.

"Hamburg 5 is normal!" The last one, which is also the full calculation, is only 20 years old, at this age can join the German Navy is known for its ace carrier-based aircraft unit and participate in actual combat There are usually only two situations, one is to go through the back door, the other is to have considerable talent, and this child is obviously the latter.

"Excellent! Our altitude is ...... now," Schinkwitz glanced at his altimeter, "3100 meters!" Continuing to maintain this altitude, our target is more than 30 kilometers in front of the eastern suburbs of Seoul, where one of our paratroopers is exchanging fire with the Japanese army, and our mission is to give the conceited Japanese a blow to the head! ”

To Schinkwitz's delight, the lads were neither overly excited nor lifeless when they heard this. Under his long teachings. The lads are beginning to grasp the essence of the tradition of naval aviation without being arrogant or discouraged in victory!

"Although this is not the first time that you have carried out a night bombing mission, I still want to remind you that you must see the signal clearly before dropping bombs. Don't drop bombs on our own heads! "Although the German army has long applied radio beacon technology to military affairs, this is far from precision bombing, at best it is a guide for the strategic bombing of large aircraft groups, but it is difficult to play a role in tactical bombing. As a result, the German ground forces need to use colored flares or fireworks to guide them when they call for their own aircraft to support, but such visual guidance will inevitably be biased, especially at night!

"Boss, don't worry!" The lads looked confident.

For them, the German pilots who had been trained for a long time and had fought in actual combat, there was no challenge in taking off and landing at night on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier, even if it was flying from the sea off Inchon to the battlefield in the eastern suburbs of Seoul in the sparse moonlight. Schinkwitz and his pilots didn't take it seriously either. It seemed that only the oncoming cold wind could cause them some trouble, and despite the goggles and thick scarves, the temperature of the October night made them hesitate to pull up the removable glass hatch.

Although the speed of the J Shan I book was not as fast as that of the fighters, it was much faster than its predecessors, and only 10 minutes later, this five-plane squad flew into the battlefield with as many as 3 tons of high-explosive aerial bombs.

Little did Sinkwitz know that their mission would be derailed by a small accident.

"Mushrooms! Mushroom! Here is a saber! Mushroom! Mushroom! ”

After entering the airspace of the battlefield, Schinkwitz adjusted the communication channel to the bands used by the ground forces.

Soon. The sound coming from the headphones is still relatively clear:

"Saber, saber, here are mushrooms! I've heard your voices, please don't drop bombs for a while, please don't drop bombs for a while! ”

It was the first time that Sinkwitz had heard such an order, but it did not go beyond the air-ground tactical doctrine.

"Understood! We will hover over the battlefield, please give instructions as soon as possible! ”

For the next ten minutes, there was a lonely rustle in Schinkwitz's headphones.

Just behind a hill that the five-plane squadron had recently swept over, the temporary headquarters of the 1st Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 2nd German Air Assault Division was busy, and the focus of attention was not the current battle situation, but a transmitter here, to be precise, a transmitter that had been adjusted to the Japanese army's communication frequency by chance.

"My department...... Resolution...... Toward...... Breakout, please...... General Harugami...... Close ......"

The signal soldier who knew German, Chinese, and Japanese gently read the signal and quickly recorded it on paper, and despite his efforts to debug it, the signal in the headset still came and went.

"To the Emperor...... Compliments...... Mountains...... Commander...... Yue Er"