Freeder Erasermann, a 23-year-old warrant officer in the Royal German Air Force, graduated from the Berlin Aviation Academy just two months ago, but he is no rookie in the field. Before entering the Aviation Academy www.biquge.info Eramet was an Air Force non-commissioned officer with more than three years of flying experience, flying the Albatross-H, Fokker-XI and Fokker G-51, and flying combat missions in the Persian Gulf. On the morning of May 22, 1933, as a member of the duty squadron of the military airfield in the eastern part of Texel Island, he immediately took to the air to meet the sudden attack of the American and British carrier-based aircraft group. After a brief head-to-head encounter, he failed to achieve any results, and was assigned by the squadron leader to follow Second Lieutenant Les-Schindler to spy on the enemy fleet.

More than 200 kilometers away from the island of Texel, Ehrmann and Ensign Schindeler split up, and the reconnaissance team became two solitary troop scouts, and after speeding away from the entanglement of enemy planes, the plane's fuel gauge was reading less than a third of its full capacity. If he turned around and returned immediately, he would have enough fuel to fly back to Texel, but Ahman, knowing the great responsibility, continued to search for the enemy fleet without hesitation, and his persistence paid off when a fleet of unprecedented size was revealed beneath the clouds!

"Rice! Rice! Black Falcon 2 Call! I found them! I've found the enemy fleet! Rice! Rice! Black Falcon No. 2 Call ......"

Eramet eagerly called for a temporary partner, wondering if it was due to enemy technical interference or if Schindler's fighter plane had been shot down, and the only sound in the communication channel was a constant murmur. After repeated unsuccessful attempts, Eramet switched the radio to the communication frequency of the airport control tower, but the result was the same.

"Damn it!"

Eraman muttered inwardly as he cautiously probed the enemy. The grey and white painted battleships trailed long and short tracks on the surface of the sea, making it difficult to count their exact number, but from a thousand meters they were easily recognizable: battleships with large turrets, battlecruisers with slender hulls, cruisers with twin or triple turrets of medium size, destroyers with the smallest but standard silhouettes, and auxiliary ships of all sorts with stocky and full lines without turrets......

Being able to distinguish the type of these ships is important, but not the most critical. Eramet searched the sea with wide eyes, and finally saw a ship that looked like an aircraft carrier in the distance, but at this moment, two white fighters suddenly flashed in his sight, both of which were single-winged and single-engine configurations, flying from a low altitude at a very fast speed.

Eramet was hesitating as he wondered what to do, when two white-painted monoplanes appeared in front of him. It is not easy to retreat with one enemy and four enemies, and if radio communication remains open, it still makes sense to go to find out the enemy situation at the expense of sacrifice, and in this situation, it is wise to return to Texel with the information you already have.

Weighing the situation, making a decisive choice, opening the air combat flaps, maneuvering the fighters to avoid the frontal attack of the two enemy planes in front of them with a series of dazzling tactical maneuvers, turning around and heading south, retracting the flaps, diving downward, and changing to level flight at a speed close to 500 kilometers per hour, thus leaving the four enemy carrier-based planes far behind...... Eraman's judgment and maneuvering were absolutely top-notch, but the battlefield was full of uncertainties. Seeing a German fighter plane descending from an altitude of 1,000 meters to 100 meters above sea level, regardless of its intention to retreat or break through, the personnel on the American and British warships immediately became nervous. A number of escort ships reacted quickly, the rumbling of artillery resounded across the sea, and smoke bloomed in the low-altitude area. Despite the fact that most of the shells exploded from a safe distance, the Lone Hero and his plane were threatened, and the explosion caused the Fokker G-51 to jolt repeatedly in flight, and in order to reduce the risk of being shot down, Eramet had to change its trajectory continuously to avoid the alert ships on the outer edge of the enemy fleet.

As a result, the enemy carrier-based aircraft, which had been thrown off earlier, gradually approached.

The blazing sun shone on his body, and the extreme nervousness caused beads of sweat on Ehman's head to continue to bubble out, and finally he had to free his hands to wipe the sweat that slipped from his eyes. After surviving the most difficult part of the flight, the situation eased a little, and he tried to contact the airfield command, but his hopes were still in vain, and when he held on to the last glimmer of hope to turn the radio back to the squadron frequency, the voice of Second Lieutenant Schindeler lifted his spirits.

"Thank goodness! Les, you're still there! I had been trying to contact you just now, but there was no response, I found the enemy fleet in the northeast, at least a dozen battleships, and there were also aircraft carriers, but I didn't have a chance to see how many of them, and now I am being bitten on the ass by several enemy planes, the situation is not good, and I can't get in touch with the airfield. ”

"It's terrible, I can't get in touch with the airport, and it seems that the only way to do it now is to fly back to Texel." Second Lieutenant Schindler's voice came out of the headphones unmistakably.

"I couldn't agree more." Eramet replied loudly, "As long as one of us can fly back, we can let the command know the enemy fleet." Remember, the enemy fleet is currently heading from north to south, and the overall speed is about 10 knots. ”

"Roger! I've now turned around and flew back and hope we can meet at the airport! Second Lieutenant Schindeler replied.

With the double insurance, Warrant Officer Eramet felt a lot more at ease. He turned his head to observe the situation in all directions, and there were still four white fighters following the pursuit, two at a level about the same level as himself, and two at an altitude of five or six hundred meters, thus sealing the route of his turn back, and there were many alert ships scattered on the sea, which needed to be carefully avoided to minimize the risk of returning - but the plan always failed to catch up with the change, and after about seven or eight minutes, Eraman suddenly noticed a large group of white fighters in the airspace ahead, some of which were descending from a high place.

A rough estimate of the time, the first wave of enemy aircraft from the air raid on the Azores is just returning!

Eramet turned on the radio signal transmitter on the left-hand side: "Rice! Rice! Can you hear ME? ”

This time, there was only a rustle in the headphones.

"Hell Siemens!" Eramet had no choice but to vent his anger on the radio equipment manufacturer. With a history of nearly 100 years, Siemens is now the largest multinational electrical company in Europe, with more than 200,000 employees, branches and investment companies in dozens of countries, and communication equipment and operations are one of its pillar industries. Siemens was an important partner of the military back in Prussia, and by the beginning of the 20th century, more than 90 percent of the German army's communications equipment was purchased from this powerful oligarchy. Despite the world-class technical level, Siemens manufacturing is not as reliable as the top management expects, even in the training exercises under less difficult conditions, communication interruptions caused by technical failures also occur from time to time, and in the actual conditions of more complex battlefields, the reliability of these electrical equipment is really not flattering, but in the final analysis, these problems are mostly due to the limitations of current technology, rather than product design or quality problems.

With the enemy in front and pursuers behind, and with no fuel to spare, Eramet had no choice but to rush forward. In order to improve his maneuverability, he pulled the plane up slightly and made it fly level at an altitude of 200 meters above sea level. Seeing that several oncoming enemy planes were getting closer and closer, he got rid of the distracting thoughts in his heart, calmly observed the situation, and tried to fight his way out of the enemy's heavy encirclement.

In a few moments, the first white fighter entered the firing range, and Ehmann did not move, he held the joystick in his right hand, held the throttle valve in his left hand, and pressed his feet lightly against the pedals, and the whole person was pressed like a spring. Just wait for the enemy plane in front of him to burst into the tongue of fire, instantly use both hands and feet, push the lever to step on the board, drive the fighter into the spiral channel diagonally downward, Qiang Qiang to avoid the oncoming bullets, at the moment when the altimeter reading is about to return to zero, he unfolds the flaps, opens the throttle valve to the maximum, so that the fighter just right to change back to level flight, and then pulls up again without delay.

Before Eramet could catch his breath, a second white fighter plane rushed down diagonally, striking like a falcon for its living. If you are a pilot with mediocre qualifications and ordinary experience, you may only be able to catch it in the face of such a nirvana, but since Eramet was selected by the squadron leader as a wingman pilot, he naturally has his extraordinary. At the moment when the enemy plane opened fire, the Fokker G-51 rolled to the right for two consecutive weeks, avoiding a series of bullets from a distance of 100 meters with a concise and crisp "drum".

After two successful evasions in quick succession, Eramet flew at a low altitude of thirty or forty meters above sea level, from which torpedo planes preferred to attack, unlike fighter fighters, whose flight altitude was too low to perform tactical maneuvers of dive or spiral descent, so Eraman's idea was to maintain an altitude of two hundred meters as much as possible, but he had just begun to climb when the two white fighters who had been following him swooped down again. When the first plane fired at Erahmann, the German pilots were caught off guard, but fortunately, the enemy's shot was missed; A few seconds later, the second enemy plane opened fire, and by this time Eraser's plane had already entered the "roller" state, that is, horizontal lateral roll, so the white fighter also missed a good opportunity to shoot down the target.

Turning out the "drum", Eramet pulled up, and then made a standard "Infmann maneuver", this air heel flipped over, and the attacker seized the attack position, and two enemy planes chasing from the rear appeared in Erachan's aiming ring, he lost no time in firing, the target was slightly off, but he immediately pulled up the nose slightly, and a series of bullets swept over the enemy plane.

Unable to ensure a downdown, or even having time to confirm the results, Eramet decisively pulled up and climbed high with all his might.

(End of chapter)