Bismarck

"Hey, it seems that we are both the same. We say we can stand on our own, but in fact we are treated as abandoned pawns..." For some reason, Rommel suddenly laughed.

This kind of sympathy really brought them closer together, because they were both tragedies.

"Then we have to work harder! If we don't clear this damn place, we will be in trouble sooner or later!" said the fox with a smile.

"You're right! We need to discuss it together and fight well! Break through here and show them!" Lütjens's usually expressionless face actually smiled, and there was deep admiration for Rommel in his eyes.

Seeing the two grown men come to an agreement in no time... Bismarck looked a little confused.

I remember hearing someone say that girls’ feelings are strange, friendships are built quickly but can be broken in an instant… But now it seems that the feelings between men are just as strange. How come two grown men have only been together for a short time, and they are talking about work, and they are talking like they want to burn yellow paper, chop off chicken heads, drink blood wine, and become sworn brothers…

However…when gay friends show their affection in public, there are always some British gentlemen who come to stir up trouble…

"Air raid alert!! British bomber group spotted forty kilometers away!"

"Woooooooo~~~!!!"

The shrill alarm sounded outside the window and the report from the combat staff officer came in almost at the same time. The two men who were almost sworn brothers came back to their senses with a little embarrassment. Fox was a little embarrassed and turned his head to the staff officer and shouted: "Fighters take off and intercept immediately! Do you still need my order for such a thing?"

"Wait, let the people I bring with me go for a look and get to know the British Air Force. We've fought too many battles against the Royal Navy's carrier-based aircraft at sea. We should see the real Royal Air Force and don't waste our technology." Lütjens said to Rommel with an unchanged expression.

"Well, let's go together!"

The landlord, the Fox, had agreed and agreed to provide oil, so the only thing left was for Bismarck to call Zeppelin and the others to go and intercept.

As for whether they would lose... Bismarck glanced at the fighters preparing to go out at Galaza Airport - there was about a squadron of twelve fighters? Not to mention that Zeppelin, Marseille, Novotny, Grislavsky, Buckhorn, Rudolf, and the twins Weisenberg and Ehler were also participating in this friendly battle...

Zeppelin had actually discovered this group of planes a long time ago, and told Bismarck on the WIFI: There were probably only about fifty of them, although half of them were escorting fighters...

Twenty fighters versus twenty-four fighters and about twenty to thirty bombers, with anti-aircraft gun positions near the airport providing cover...

I shouldn't lose, but...

I don't know why, but I feel a little uneasy...

He shook his head, threw away the anxiety, called Zeppelin to go into battle on the WIFI, and ran to the airport tower to negotiate with the air traffic control. At the same time, he silently praised his good friend in his heart.

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Chapter 425: Lucky Fox

Because of logistics, the Africans did not have extra fuel to operate the radar, and could only rely on the telephones of the front-line air observation posts for early warning. How far away would the front-line air observation posts be? This also resulted in a very short early warning time, and almost a close combat as soon as they took to the sky.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" With the pilot's urging, the propeller has started, and the ground crew quickly cleared the runway. One plane after another, rolling up the yellow sand and dust, disappeared into the distance.

Zeppelin's eight planes took off from the runway following the fighter jets that took off urgently from Galaza Airport. The low-altitude areas were covered with yellow sand blown up by the strong wind, and the visibility was not very good. The fleet of planes quickly began to rise, and when they rushed out of the low-altitude area that was still covered with gray-yellow sand and dust, just after the yellow sand faded, a group of small black dots that could be seen even with the naked eye quickly emerged at the boundary between heaven and earth in the distance.

If they walked towards each other, the distance between them would be closing rapidly.

That's the "locusts" getting closer...

"The enemy plane is at an altitude of 2000 and is less than 15 kilometers away!..." The radio came with an enemy situation report from the tower command center, but no one panicked.

After all, for the elite warriors who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies on the battlefield, this scene, although they usually don't want to think about it, has become commonplace...

Only Bismarck, who was still waiting on the ground, shouted to Zeppelin in the communication: "Zeppelin, pay attention, the British are using Spitfires, which are much stronger than the previous carrier-based aircraft..."

"I know, the Bismarck that can't fly!" Zeppelin gave Bismarck a textbook-like contemptuous smile in the communication: "The performance of the Spitfire and our BF109 is comparable. As long as the performance of the aircraft is not much different, I am not afraid. At most, it will be troublesome to deal with the FW190. But with us here, it will be a great achievement for them to be able to entangle the FW190 at low altitude?"

"Don't worry, it's okay," she said confidently.

Although they had been fighting against British naval carrier-based aircraft before, this was the first time they fought against their air force, but Zeppelin was not very nervous.

"Yes, yes, you are an ace pilot and Goering's daughter, okay!" Bismarck, who was mocked for not being able to fly, retorted to Zeppelin in a bad mood. Then, Zeppelin's wings shook twice triumphantly, and he rushed towards the British group with the other three BF109s and other German fighters. The "only" four FW190Ts turned to the rear and began to climb slowly - as long as the FW190 occupied either the altitude or the speed, this black-clad shrike would be an extremely formidable opponent!

Not to mention, the pilots of these four FW190T fighters are...

Outside the range of the anti-aircraft artillery positions at the airport, sixteen BF109s rushed forward and engaged in a firefight with the 24 Spitfire fighters that were escorting the British. After crossing each other, except for a few cover planes that continued to stay and fight with the Spitfires, the rest of the fighters left the Spitfires aside and flew directly towards the three triangular formations of British bombers.

The dense and fierce barrage of bullets caused many British bombers to leave smoke and fire, and even explode in the air!

The Spitfires in the covering group were horrified and no longer cared about relying on their absolute numerical advantage to encircle and wipe out the BF109s that were lagging behind to provide cover, and hurriedly chased after the BF109s in the intercepting group!

but…!

With a whoosh, that was the sound of a whistling storm passing by!

Taking advantage of the time when the British aircraft group was still fighting with the BF109s, the four FW190s climbed to a higher altitude and dived towards the Spitfires with a grin on their faces!

Under normal circumstances, at low altitude, due to frequent maneuvers, the speed of the fighters would not exceed 450 km/h. In this case, the Spitfire's maneuverability, acceleration and climb rate, which are the most critical indicators, are all better than the FW190, and the latter has very little chance of winning.

But... if it was a FW600 swooping down from high altitude, whizzing by at a speed of 650 or even 190 km/h...

…No! That’s not the FW190! That’s the Grim Reaper!! The Grim Reaper!!!

And the pilots here are... four super aces who are among the top ten in history!

After the four whistling shadows, five Spitfires actually fell to the ground! The speed of these FW190s did not slow down much, maintaining a speed of more than 600 kilometers per hour, and even surpassed the earlier BF109s. With tracer smoke, they swept through the middle of the British bomber group as fast as a sharp sword across the enemy's neck, and flew away! Only three bomber wreckages were left, dragging thick smoke...

The British were determined. Even though they suffered such a huge loss in an instant, they still fought to the death! But at this moment, the bomber formation had been completely broken up in the chaotic air battle, and the airport was so close that they had no time to adjust the formation and ensure the course. The Bf109 was closely behind them, and the FW190 that had swept past before seemed to have flown to the periphery of the battlefield and was climbing towards the high altitude to make another attempt... The number of Spitfires was now less than that of the German fleet. Several Spitfires tried to seize the height to fight against the FW190, but soon found that there were always some Bf109s that were closely following them. Even if there were Spitfires behind them, they would stare at the Spitfires that were climbing, and would not let go even if they were beaten and scarred. With the same climbing rate between the Bf109 and the Spitfire, there was no way to guarantee that they could seize the height!

Not to mention, the British were already fighting at the limit of their combat radius, and they simply couldn't hold out for many rounds! At this moment, the British bombers, gritting their teeth, were also intercepted by the dense fire net of anti-aircraft guns...

lost heavily!

Seeing that the bombing effect could no longer be guaranteed, the British had no choice but to bite the bullet and withstand the dense volleys and volleys of anti-aircraft fire. They dropped bombs as much as possible at the tents and runways, and then took advantage of the lift caused by the weight reduction when dropping the bombs to allow the plane to climb rapidly, and quickly pulled out the effective firing height of the anti-aircraft guns and turned away from the battlefield...

A bomb exploded next to the bunker, startling Bismarck.

The damage to the airport was not serious. Worried about the safety of his captain, Bismarck hurried back to the air-raid shelter near the meeting tent. What he saw was that the captain, who was unharmed, was staring at Rommel, who was grinning on the other side, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

After the bomb exploded at close range, for some reason, it seemed like shrapnel flew in from the observation window.

And then... the people inside had no time to react, and Rommel fell to the ground.

Lütjens was shocked. If the fox died like this in front of him, it would be a huge loss.

On the one hand, he quickly called a military doctor, and on the other hand, he tore off Rommel's clothes. What happened next made him laugh and cry.

Rommel woke up after coughing a few times.

A piece of shrapnel about the size of a plate hit Rommel's stomach and was actually blocked by the belt buckle...Except for a shallow red mark on his stomach left by the shrapnel, which was obviously a spent force, there was no injury at all...It was just an impact that temporarily dazzled him for a while.

That's life-threatening enough...

At this time, in the sky, in just five minutes, the British aircraft group had already evacuated. In order to save fuel, the German Air Force, which had won a small victory, did not pursue the enemy, but returned to the airport and prepared to land.

"This damn place is so hot, the cockpit was hot everywhere during emergency takeoff..." In the air, Marseille, who was waiting in line to land, was talking to others on the radio. The scorching sun in the North African desert made the cockpit smoke everywhere - after all, the carrier-based BF109T2, which was simply equipped with an air filter, could not be compared with the desert-specific BF109F4trop - which was designed for desert air combat from beginning to end. There were even two small hooks next to the cockpit to hang a parasol for the pilot on duty. The carrier-based aircraft of GR186 were not so lucky. They had to borrow a blanket that smelled of oil and sweat from the ground crew to cover the cockpit cover...

Except for Zeppelin who didn't take the sun exposure seriously at all, she was annoyed by the smell of stinky feet. Naturally, she threw away the blankets immediately and showed a disgusted expression...

Perhaps, she was the only one on the plane with a faint sweet fragrance in the cabin.

There's nothing I can do about it, who told her she was a girl?

If the body is made of steel, it should be described as ice-like skin and jade-like bones, or, steel-like bones?

"Be content. You won't get tanned by this. Besides, you've just been blown by a cold wind, so it should have cooled down by now." Buckhorn continued to joke with Marseille heartlessly.

"It would be better to attack in winter than now."

"Oh yes, speaking of winter, you and your beautiful girl~" Buckhorn winked.

"Yes...getting married on Christmas!" Marseille also smiled in the cockpit, as if thinking of the girl far away...

But before I could think about it for two minutes, I smelled a scent...

I sniffed and smelled a smell of burnt engine oil, and maybe a little black smoke?

At this moment, Buckhorn's exclamation sounded on his radio...

"Marceiu! Attention! Your engine is on fire!!!"

To Be Continue……

From Rommel's letter to his wife...2333

Chapter 426: Unbelievable Maneuvers

"Yellow Fourteen is on fire!"

The moment Buckhorn opened his mouth to exclaim, everyone heard it...

Soon, the smoke grew thicker, the flames stretched for several meters, and the propeller power was quickly lost.

Lost motivation.

"Marceu, how are you?" Zeppelin asked quickly.

"I don't know! I don't know how the engine caught fire, and now it has stopped... cough cough..." Marseille's voice was a little breathless, and smoke had filled the cockpit.

"Marceu, if you can't save the plane, parachute out!" Zeppelin shouted on the radio.

"But... we're still above the airport!" Marseille said. "It's fine for me to parachute here, but there are soldiers and planes from our comrades below. It would be troublesome if we hit our own people..."

He was just looking at the surrounding terrain, it was really troublesome.

Zeppelin also looked around. Indeed, they were still above the airport. On the runway below, the squadron at Galaza Airport was landing. The landing aircraft had to line up within a few kilometers around the airport, and slowly control the aircraft in a spiral trajectory to maintain a speed of about 250, and slowly lower the altitude through a spiral circling trajectory. In this way, according to a certain direction and landing order, they flew around the airport runway little by little, slowly lowering the altitude before finally being allowed to land!

It wouldn't be a big deal if one plane crashed rashly, but the safety and landing order of these friendly planes would be disrupted...

Moreover, the airport is very large. A large area around the runway is either the runway, the taxiway, or the apron, field warehouses and field oil depots half buried in the soil, as well as anti-aircraft artillery positions, command agencies, etc.

Marseille is right, you can never skydive here!

But where to skydive?

"Instructor, where can we get out of the airport the fastest?... Ahem!" The smoke from Yellow 14 was getting thicker and thicker, and Marseille could hardly see east, west, south, and north. But at this time, he still thought of getting away from his airport...

"…Turn right and follow my orders. Slow down when turning, try not to make too big maneuvers, don't lose energy, and maintain altitude! - The rest of you go line up to land, and I will command Marseille!"

Zeppelin was silent for a while, then issued an order. The other pilots did not say anything more after hearing this, and silently circled around Marseille, who had lost power, as a farewell and blessing. Then, Marseille, accompanied and commanded by Zeppelin, slowly flew away from the airport...

On the ground, people also discovered an abnormality in a certain plane in the sky that was trailing thick smoke. Rommel and Lütjens, who had just emerged from the air-raid shelters around the headquarters, quickly received a report...

"Commander Lütjens, General Rommel, one of our pilots has a problem with his plane. We need to find a deserted place to parachute or make an emergency landing..."

"Well, send an ambulance immediately to rescue people!" Rommel waved his hand, and his subordinates saluted and retreated.

Although Bismarck, who was standing next to Lütjens, could clearly see the dark aura on Rommel's face from behind, he said, "Oh my god..."

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The yellow plane No. 14 finally flew out of the airport, but it was obvious that the plane was about to collapse...

Even if you try your best to glide, there is a distance limit. If you lose power, you will always fall to the ground.

The black smoke coming out of the fuselage became thicker and thicker. Due to the loss of engine power, the speed could no longer maintain lift, and the nose of the aircraft began to tilt forward and downward...

Marseille tried his best to maintain his time in the air, falling for a while, leveling off for a while, to reduce the altitude and slow down as much as possible. Now the plane was like going down a staircase, with twists and turns one after another, making everyone watch closely.

"Marceu! We're out of the airport now! We're still 500 meters above the ground! Parachute! Parachute now!!"

Zeppelin's anxious calls and orders came through the radio headset, which was still working with the support of the battery.

She thought Marseille wanted to make an emergency landing. Although the danger of making an emergency landing in the desert was much smaller, it was still high-risk. If there was an operational error, the plane would crash directly.

"...Yes!" Seeing that the plane that accompanied him in the battles was completely beyond saving, Marseille closed his eyes and responded painfully. Then he took off his headphones, opened the fixing lock of the cockpit cover, threw away the cockpit cover, climbed out of the cabin, and prepared to parachute.

but…

The Yellow 109th BF2T fighter, because it had lost power, could no longer maintain lift and stable body balance! At this time, any movement could lead to unpredictable changes in the aircraft's flight status!

And Marseille's action was just a little bit bigger...

"Oops!!"

The already struggling plane was about to lose balance completely! While losing balance, the tail wing, which was originally slightly upturned, simply slammed down towards its owner in the direction of Marseille's movement!

It seems like it doesn't want to be the only one falling into the yellow sand, and wants to drag its master to accompany it forever!

terrible!

Marseille, who was already in the air and had no power to gain any support, could only watch...

? !

The tail of the plane that was being filmed... stopped... for a moment...?

Under Marseille's astonished eyes, his lead plane, the Edelweiss-marked BF109T2 piloted by Instructor Zeppelin, was rolling slightly with its main wing and pressing down on its rolling tail wing!

He was completely shocked. How could he do this?!