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The Luftwaffe's 26th Hunting Squadron is an elite flying unit fully equipped with G-51s. After returning from his training in South America and the Caucasus, Captain Goering was promoted to Air Force Major, wearing the Golden Order of the Red Eagle of the Second Class, and becoming the official commander of this honorary unit.

As early as mid-April, the 26th Hunting Squadron was stationed at the Sligo airbase in northwestern Ireland. For more than a month, Major Goering and his pilots prepared for battle, practiced diligently, and sharpened their sharp swords quickly and polished. For these eagles of the German Empire, the biggest challenge here was not the cold and damp weather of the British Isles, but the British Air Force, which had not been fought for more than a decade. Although the performance of American and British fighters in the South American War and the Persian War was unsatisfactory, the United States and Britain obviously had reservations in foreign military assistance, and the fighters and pilots deployed in the South American and Middle East battlefields could not fully represent the true level of the front-line troops of the United States and Britain.

On the first day of the war, the 26th Hunting Squadron first covered the landing of airborne troops on the Isle of Man, and then was transferred to deal with the British bombers attacking Limerick, and at the end of the day, not only was it tired from running around, but it also tasted a lot of hardship because of paralysis and carelessness -- in the battle against the second wave of British air raid aircraft, they were equipped with the elite of the British army, and after a fierce battle, the hunting squadron lost 5 fighters, 2 pilots were killed and 1 was wounded, and the result was only 6 British fighters and 3 bombers, Such a ratio of battle losses makes the ambitious air combat elite very depressed.

As the sky grew brighter, the Naveen military airfield, about 50 kilometres northwest of Dublin, was once again filled with the roar of engines. The German 4th Fighter Wing and the 39th Bomber Wing were deployed here, nearly half of the Fighter Wing's task was to continue to cover the landing force on the Isle of Man from British Air Force attacks, and to escort the 30th Bomber Wing on bombing missions to Scotland, while Major Goering and his 26th Hunting Squadron were temporarily placed in the defensive sequence, that is, to defend against British Air Force attacks alongside the Irish Air Force.

Five fighters had been lost the day before, but two pilots were lucky enough to parachute and return to base intact, and the hunting squadron still maintained a relatively complete lineup because there were enough reserve fighters available. If the British had continued their air raids on Ireland, they would have had to fight today, and if the British had abandoned their air raids in fear of the heavy losses of the previous day, they would probably have to spend a day at the airport.

Goering, who had just celebrated his fortieth birthday four months ago, had already entered the ranks of middle-aged people, his hairline was getting lower and lower, revealing a wide forehead, but fortunately, his slightly fat body did not make the cockpit of the plane look crowded, and his fashionable outfit made him look quite a mature man's charm.

"Major! Major Goering! Command call! In the bunker next to the spare runway, a German non-commissioned officer with a telephone in his hand called out at the top of his voice for the ace of air combat who had 22 shootdowns.

Hearing a call from the command, Goering climbed out of the cockpit with agility that did not match his body at all, jumped to the ground in twos and threes, and galloped to the cover.

"Sir, Hermann Goering is honored to be at your disposal...... Is it? That's great! Understand, promise to live up to the mission! Before he could finish speaking, Major Goering's eyebrows fluttered, and when he dropped the phone, his voice was heard by everyone within a hundred meters.

"Our combat mission is coming...... Glorious 26th Hunting Squadron...... Target...... Cohen Peninsula! ”

Next, Major Goering strode towards the plane, raising his right hand and turning clockwise, signaling the pilots to gather around him.

"25 more effective shootdowns, lads, and we'll earn ourselves a royal title! For the sake of this supreme honor, raise your swords and fight bravely! ”

A blonde-haired pilot waved his fist and said, "Let's go to North Wales and smash the British on the nose!" ”

"Smash them all over the face!" Goering replied with a smile, "But be very nervous, and be careful of being kicked in the ass by their boots." ”

The pilots burst into laughter.

While the ground crew made final preparations for takeoff, Goering gave his pilots a detailed explanation of the flight route and tactical arrangements, and he always believed that he was not only a good ace pilot, but also an excellent air combat commander.

After a few moments, the pleasant roar of the engine finally sounded in their area.

Sitting in his cockpit and fastening the safety buckle, Major Hermann-Goering quickly drew a cross on his chest, took a deep breath, stretched his right hand out of the cockpit and continued to rotate, then closed the hatch cover, and waited until the ground crew removed the fixing plug under the wheels, and the front guide personnel issued an indication signal, then gently pulled the throttle valve, increased the output power of the engine, drove the aircraft smoothly into the flight runway, and then accelerated off the ground.

As the squadron leader, Goering's Fokker G-51 circled over the airfield for two weeks, and when all the fighters joined the formation, they adjusted their course as they continued to pull up.

The only fighter from Naveen Military Airfield to the Cohen Peninsula was Goering's 26th Hunting Squadron, which ran into another German fighter unit on the way to their destination. Looking at the logo of the friendly army's fuselage, Goering turned on the squadron's communication channel and said in his usual languid tone: "Gentlemen, if you are not mistaken, we will have the honor of fighting side by side with the Red Eagle squadron from Greater Berlin today...... You know, the members of this squadron are either of noble blood or from the best of the officer's family, and each of them is a good rider, but it is not known whether they are as good as their riding skills on the battlefield. I always thought that they would be deployed in the north of France, but I didn't expect them to come to Ireland as well, it seems that the top management has already chosen Ireland as the main direction of attacking Britain, we have the next opportunity, everyone must not be too impatient, you must protect your partner, and then find the right time to shoot down the enemy! ”

The pilots, who were not as nagging as Goering, succinctly stated that they had received instructions, and took the opportunity to get the captain to confirm that the radio communication was completely normal.

The flight formation turned over Dublin and flew straight in the direction of the rising sun. Ten minutes later, they flew over the St. George's Strait to the Cohen Peninsula, and before they could see the ground battlefield where they had been fighting all night, they saw dozens of warplanes fighting in the air from a distance.

After a quick observation of his surroundings, Goering ordered his squadron: "Gentlemen, the arrogant 'Red Eagle' can't wait to pounce on the battlefield!" We are in no hurry to rush in now, maintain the current flight altitude, maintain the squadron formation! Until it is put into battle, it will be deployed in a two-plane formation. Repeat...... Keep the squadron in formation until it's in battle, then spread out in a two-plane formation! ”

Although there was a lot of noise in the communication channel, each machine still reported "understood" in order.

In the air battle ahead, the coalition side had an advantage, and the Red Eagle squadron rushed into it with great momentum, and the battle immediately presented a one-sided scene. In just three or two minutes, the British fighters with light gray paint fell down one after another, and seeing that a battle of annihilation was about to end, a large group of black dots suddenly swooped down from a high place.

Major Goering's almost roaring voice was immediately heard in the communication channel of the 26th Hunting Squadron: "Pay attention to the direction of two o'clock, at an altitude of six thousand meters, the British have just hid in cumulus clouds!" Pull it up! Pull it up! ”

Don't look at this guy who is usually oily and smooth, his experience in flying and combat is second to none in the 4th Fighter Wing, and if it weren't for some of his casual words and deeds that annoyed the strict and rigid senior officers, he might have been a general-level figure. Therefore, the pilots did not dare to slack off, and they pulled up the nose of the plane to climb upward, they were at an altitude of 4,500 meters, slightly lower than the Cumulus cloud that day, and those British fighters hidden behind the Cumulus were about 5,000 meters. As long as you deal with it in advance, the difference in altitude of 500 meters is not fatal.

In recent years, whether it is the war between South American countries, the uprising of the Egyptians, the military conflict in Persia, or even the uprising of the French revolutionaries, the participation of British forces is indispensable, and many British pilots are involved as volunteers, thus gaining a lot of practical experience. The British fighters who swooped down from the clouds not only stared at the Allied fighters flying at a low altitude, but also immediately noticed the Fokker G-51s, which posed the greatest threat to themselves, and they quickly divided half of their forces to meet the 26th Hunting Squadron - the British fighters were nearly twice as many as their opponents!

The situation changed, and Goering shouted "keep in formation" in the communication channel, but serious radio interference appeared out of place, with very bad results: two squads did not receive the latest orders, and they followed the previous orders to break away from the formation and engage the enemy in two-plane squads.

The head-on charge was a battle of courage and skill, the pilots of both sides began to press the firing button from a distance of two or three hundred meters, and the Fokker G-51 swept at the opponent with a machine gun and a large-caliber machine gun that was sharper than a can opener, and the British fighters had a double advantage in height and numbers. Accompanied by the furious roar of machine guns and cannons, many fighters were immediately blown up in the air, and the rest of the fighters staggered at a relative speed of eight or nine hundred kilometers per hour, and two of them could not dodge and instantly crashed into a terrifying mass of pieces......

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