Bismarck

For such a big event, the two bosses have no choice but to personally take part in the battle with a large group of elite soldiers and generals!

And he was talking on the tactical radio station with a serious face...

"Spaatz, how's your situation now? Has General (James) Doolittle arrived at Tangier Airport?"

"He's already here, with his heavy fighters and light bombers. One hundred and fifty of his P-38s and B-26s have already taken off from the runway. By the way, Doolittle was just asking, has Cunningham coordinated with Mountbatten?"

"It's done. Mountbatten has agreed to let Doolittle take unified command of all the aircraft over there, including carrier-based aircraft. Now we can ask Cunningham to take unified command of the aircraft groups in Gibraltar and Doolittle. You can tell Doolittle, since he has Cunningham's radio call sign anyway, so I won't say anything else. When the battle starts, you will be in charge of the front-line command."

"Okay - someone, contact General Doolittle and tell him that Cunningham has taken over the command of all aircraft in the Gibraltar Fortress, including the carrier-based aircraft. Let him take direct command from Cunningham..." Spaatz, who was holding the microphone and instructing the signalman, hadn't finished his words when a radar soldier ran out of the door of the radar room next to him: "Report to the general! Radar has detected that the carrier-based aircraft of the Evil Spirit Fleet are taking off!"

"What?!" Spaatz was stunned for a moment, but when he realized what was happening, he ignored the instructions, dropped the microphone, turned around, and turned on a monitor next to him. Dozens of tiny high-speed target echoes appeared on the northernmost edge of the radar screen, and moved in different directions to the east and south - no need to ask! The jets of the evil spirit fleet!

The next second, Spaatz's somewhat exasperated roar was heard in the headsets of all the Allied radios:

"Attention all units, German jet carrier-based aircraft have taken off, please organize the interception, please organize the interception!"

"Received, we are organizing an interception now!"

With the call from the early warning aircraft radio, the fighter squadrons of the British and American air forces took action. While seizing the height, they pulled out a battle line with waves of depth. After fighting with jets so many times, everyone knew very well that although the jets were invincible in speed, the performance of the Raven of Disaster, which was made by a master, was also very strong, but as long as it was maneuvered, it would consume energy, which was also a problem! As long as there were enough planes, the interception waves were dense enough, and the combat coordination of each squadron was in a rhythm, it would be possible to intercept these Ravens of Disaster that seemed to have strong performance and were carrying rockets (which dragged down the weight and increased the resistance) and even cause considerable losses.

Not to mention, there are 23 squadrons of fighter planes here, a total of 254 aircraft!

While reporting to Ted, Spaatz commanded his fighter unit to meet the enemy.

"Fighter units, four-plane formation, high and low layers, make sure we have planes at every possible combat altitude!... Follow the predetermined echelons, all push forward!... They are already approaching us, on the left wing of our battle line, there are probably three eight-plane squadrons... The planes in the first echelon should push forward! The other planes continue to seize the altitude, grasp the position, and attack in turns!"

"Yes, sir!"

The roar of the P-51H's four-blade Hamilton propeller and the tail cloud condensed by the surging hot air from the Griffin engine opened up a white wave in the sky that was tens of kilometers wide and divided into three layers, sweeping towards the front.

The highest group of wild horses had even managed to climb to an altitude of ten thousand meters, and were rapidly approaching the twenty or so white smoke trails on the opposite side.

The white tails of clouds trailed thousands of meters behind the war eagle, and under the residual light of the setting sun, they were stained with a faint blood color. When the smoke and clouds were still far away from gathering, the light of tracer bullets had already intertwined in the sky!

The first to bear the brunt of the attack were the Eastern Fleet of the Evil Spirit, commanded by Lieutenant General James (Jimmy) Doolittle, who took off from Tangier Airport, Gibraltar Fortress, and the four remaining light aircraft carriers of the Mediterranean Fleet with fourteen twin-engine Mosquito heavy fighters and sixty-eight Spitfires, either with all their might or with a desperate gamble.

Behind these fighters were 38 Lancasters and 26 Dragon fighter-bombers carrying anti-ship missiles. In addition, on the right wing of the British fleet were P- Twin Demon heavy fighters taking off from Tangier, and B- Intruder light bombers from three squadrons behind. Under the belly of these three Intruder light bombers, there were also a batch of anti-ship missiles - these were a batch of air-to-ship missiles that Mountbatten had secretly transported from the Gibraltar Fortress to Tangier by merchant ships before the arrival of the American fleet, to make up for the lack of ammunition for the American Army Air Force reinforcements that had come from afar.

And sitting upright in the captain's seat of the Invader light bomber was Lieutenant General Jimmy Doolittle, who, although failed in the surprise attack on Tokyo, still made a name for himself in the Pacific and European battlefields with his courage to lead by example!

The sixteen jets of the Third Carrier Air Wing led by Gordon Globe were facing such an opponent!

At the same time that sixty-four "Villain" heavy anti-ship missiles were sweeping across the sea at a high speed of 840 kilometers per hour at low altitude, in the dark blue sky ten thousand meters high, the iron wings of the Crow of Disaster and the silver wings of the Spitfire Shishiro collided head-on!

"Climb higher, climb higher! The propellers only have about 60% to 70% of their remaining power at this altitude. Follow me and 'jump' over the top of the Spitfire!"

In the radio station, Globe gave a low shout, took the lead in pulling up the joystick, and led his eight-plane formation arranged in a loose horizontal line to climb at a high angle to avoid the fourteen Mosquito fighters and two Spitfire fighter squadrons that were already exhausted from climbing. Then, taking advantage of the opportunity when the opponent had no time to reverse, he made a light reverse dive and landed steadily in front of and above the route of a squadron of fourteen Lancaster bombers!

"Rockets - 7,500 meters away, radar locked, aim separately, prepare for double salvo fire... Ready, fire!"

Although his reputation in the Luftwaffe has always been notorious due to his loyalty to Goering and his eccentric and "rigid" temper, as a super ace with more than 100 combat records, how could Golob's control of fighter planes be taken lightly? The rocket whizzed off the iron wing of the fighter, slightly clumsy but under the guidance of the semi-active radar reflection echo, it rushed straight towards the Lancasters! Although the terrified British bomber crew desperately turned on the jammer and ejected chaff, the approach speed of the head-on mode and the electronic jamming signal had a huge signal strength bonus for the "passive reception" mode of the rocket seeker. In addition, the bulky Lancaster group did not have the ability to evade at all. As a result, after a round of intensive and fierce noises, a squadron of fourteen heavy bombers was directly reduced by half!

"No! My plane!"

In the airborne early warning aircraft above the Gibraltar Fortress, Mountbatten, who was watching the live broadcast through the radar PPI display screen and the combat map board, had no time to hold his head and scream in surprise, before a crash occurred to ten fighter-bombers of the Flying Dragon Squadron on the right side!

Although the maximum speed is 560 kilometers per hour, the performance is greatly affected after the heavy Bat air-to-ship missiles are hung. Although the speed is still not slow, their maneuverability has completely changed from "flying dragon" to "fat chicken". Even if the other group of eight aircraft formations does not have a super ace like Globe, and there is a group of carrier-based Spitfire fighters relying on the high position and gravitational potential energy, relying on the lead time to rush over from one side to obstruct, but they are still washed by a round of rocket rain, and five fragmented, black smoke-filled fat chickens fall in various ways.

"Damn it! Fighter planes, come on! All of them, come on!" Mountbatten no longer cared about his manners or even whether his father was a former German prince. He stood up and shouted loudly with gritted teeth and eyes wide open.

Beside Mountbatten, Cunningham, who had just taken over the command but knew that he was actually of a lower status, looked at the hysterical Mountbatten beside him with some entanglement, then looked at the staff officer in front of him, who looked at himself and then at the second-generation lord, who was already a little at a loss. He smiled bitterly and shrugged, and after a moment of hesitation, he put forward his own opinion on the command:

"...Well, the Germans are going to turn back anyway...Except for the P-38 fighters that climb high to take position and protect the Avengers on the other side, all other British fighters, go ahead and tie up the Germans while they're turning back."

"Understood. I will go find the messenger immediately, give the order and notify General Doolittle."

The staff officers who had received the order retreated away from the furious Mountbatten as if they had been pardoned.

Looking at the staff officers who were running away as if they were avoiding the plague, and then looking at Mountbatten who had calmed down but was still staring and breathing heavily, with his aristocratic manners completely gone and looking like John Bull in the bullring, Cunningham sighed but said nothing.

Although he was born into a wealthy family, he still had intelligence, ability, and skill.

It's just that this emotional intelligence, especially the emotional intelligence that is required on the battlefield to remain calm even when faced with a huge disaster...

Forget it, don't hit someone in the face. Besides, this person's rank is one level higher than mine. And his status is not comparable to mine.

While Cunningham was still concentrating on commanding the various types of fighter planes to take up their positions slowly and begin to weave a bird-catching net for the Crows of Disaster, the three formations led by Zeppelin, Barr and Graf respectively had already collided head-on with the twelve squadrons commanded by Spaatz himself, with nearly 150 fighter planes!

"Graf, keep climbing to gain altitude, Barr, come with me!"

A cold but warlike voice resounded in the cabins of the remaining 21 German warhawks. The Edelweiss Witch, who was leading the way, relied on the fact that her plane's altitude and speed were higher than those of the Mustangs. She pushed the throttle to the full and swung the joystick, aiming the fighter at a group of four American planes that were hastily evading after finding the situation was not good. Four rockets ignited from under her wings almost at the same time, trailing billowing white smoke, and rushed towards the enemy planes that were desperately turning.

The fierce and ferocious look was like a tiger pouncing into a herd of wild horses!

And he took down four of them in just one round!

Behind her were her five wingmen and Bal's eight-plane formation, which filed in but also deployed in a loose parallel formation, with high and low groupings, and staggered front and back, and could easily deploy an offensive frontal width formation - they could see all friendly aircraft from each other, and would not cause obstruction or trouble to other friendly aircraft due to their own maneuvers.

In this "parallel deployment" formation that could both exert firepower and support each other, Bal and the other twelve planes followed behind Zeppelin and entered one after another through the gap opened by her rockets.

Several other groups of American planes around were immediately shocked and began to turn around under Spaatz's command, deploying defenses on all sides in the sky, trying to intercept the German jet fighters.

However, at a higher altitude, there were two four-plane formations led by Graf and his deputy Hartmann respectively!

"Graf, follow us and rush down! Don't get tangled up in a fight with them! Break through their interception and then deal with the bombers!"

"Instructor, I got it, I know what to do!"

Taking advantage of the time of circling and climbing in the rear, Graf, who had already deployed the eight-plane formation horizontally at intervals of two kilometers, agreed and took the lead and pressed directly towards the US Mustang fleet that was adjusting its deployment below! With him leading the way, the eight planes arranged in a staggered manner were like a blade that split the sky, and they slashed into the US aircraft fleet that was in some chaos due to tactical adjustments!

With these two unstoppable swords, one in front and one behind, nine Mustangs were wiped out in an instant! Although the American pilots on the opposite side were fighting back desperately, due to the disadvantages of altitude and energy, they could only rely on the 1000mm machine guns with an effective range of 12.7 meters to fight back reluctantly while desperately pulling up the nose of the plane, and only posed a little threat.

Nine to three—nine planes shot down versus just three damaged! This was the casualty ratio of the first round of "Double Blade Continuous Slash"!

“…Is this combination of aircraft performance and tactical coordination the strength of the Edelweiss Witch and the jet fighter?”

"That's right. That's why I said you should never underestimate them. That's how General Auchinleck was defeated in the Battle of El Alamein."

In the two early warning aircraft in the southern sky of the battlefield, Admiral Spaatz and Marshal Tedder each held a radio microphone, their faces were a little solemn. They even looked at each other through the portholes in the afterglow of the setting sun at six o'clock in the afternoon.

"This opponent is not easy to deal with... It looks like the four Mustang squadrons in the second echelon have to move up in advance now. Otherwise, if we give them space to speed up again, we'll be in big trouble!" Admiral Spaatz said coldly, flipping the switch to change his communication frequency from the close-range tactical radio channel with Marshal Ted to the broadcast channel for commanding fighter operations: "Attention, second echelon, I'm Spaatz!... They are heading east now, and it looks like they want to go around you on the right. You guys move up now and entangle those Hans!... As for the planes in the first echelon, those who are close should follow the Germans and continue to bite them, and those who are far away and can't catch up should continue to move forward, seize the height near the German air defense circle and guard it for me. If they send reinforcement fighters, you guys should rush up and fight!"

"Yes, sir!"

Chapter 887

Under Spaatz's command, the four Mustang squadrons of the US Army, which were originally in the second line and ready to respond at any time, executed the order of front and back attack without hesitation. Zeppelin and his men, who had just broken through the first line, had no time to recover and reorganize before they found that in front of them, there were another 40 or 50 fighter planes dispersed into one after another four-plane formations, attacking from the front, surrounding from the side, standing still, climbing, and surrounding from all directions like a dragnet!

Moreover, since these aircraft on standby at the second line had occupied a certain altitude in the previous period, and the German aircraft fleet on the opposite side had already lost some energy and altitude when breaking through the first interception line, the result was that the Mustangs that dived down this time were already able to pose a considerable threat to the Calamity Crows, whose energy was just insufficient!

Not to mention, the Mustangs that were left behind in the front line before, except for the three squadrons that were located on the other side of the front line, far away and unable to rush over to join the battle, continued to move forward to guard against the "possible second batch of jet fighters", the remaining four squadrons were also working at full speed at this moment, biting closely behind Zeppelin, Barr, Graf, Hartmann and others!

Although in terms of speed and acceleration, the Mustang is no match for the jet. However, most Ta-183s now carry anti-aircraft rockets under their wings. Although each rocket weighs only a few kilograms, the location of the mount affects the aerodynamic line shape and lift coefficient of the wing. In addition, the shock wave of the warhead of these rockets also adds a lot of additional resistance. As a result, when these rockets are mounted, the performance of the Ta-183 is only % to % of the original version...

Not to mention, if there are interceptors ahead, then the Calamity Crows, which are forced to maneuver to evade and consume more energy, will be caught up due to the deceleration and spatial position change after the maneuver! If the two batches of Mustangs of the US military take turns to occupy the position and attack, and drag the battle into a dogfight, which is the biggest disadvantage of jets compared to propellers, then they are really finished!

"Tsk, the commander on the opposite side is pretty good, he really grasps the timing..." Although the performance of his own vehicle would not be affected, Zeppelin, who was well aware that the group of "ordinary tools" he led were just that, curled his lips unhappily, looking very unhappy!

The timing was perfect! If I were to be attacked from both sides by these people, I would probably end up with an American sandwich with German sausage flavor!

Looking back at the battlefield on the other side, Globe was also in a tough fight - although he shot down seven Lancasters and five Wyverns in the first round, they had now passed behind the entire British fleet and had to expend energy turning and pulling back before they could launch a second attack.

At this time, the Spitfire Jushiro and even the Mosquito, which had failed in the first interception, had already turned around, and used these few minutes to climb to a higher altitude and seize the position.

Not to mention, the flight altitude of Lancaster and Hiryuu was only 38 to meters, and in order to intercept them, Globe could only maintain this altitude. ——But at a higher altitude, Spitfire Jushiro and P- had already started to dive!

In Zeppelin's eyes, six kilometers in front of Globe, which had just attacked a Polish Kaster and was turning back, the fourteen Mosquitoes that had previously returned without success in the head-on shooting had firmly grasped the three major initiatives of speed, altitude, and stable aiming angle! After shooting down the flying dragon, another group of Calamity Crows was also forced to reverse and pull back and climb in a large radius in front of the interception position of the P-38 squadron on the flank of the American light bomber position on the left wing of the British fleet and the encirclement and blocking section of the Spitfire.

Moreover, the P-38 heavy fighters of the two squadrons had climbed to a position high enough to dive at high speed!

"Globe, watch out for your front and upper part! The other group, be careful, you are about to be surrounded, break out now, break out now!"

"Understood. I will command them to break out immediately!"

After shouting this, Zeppelin didn't even have time to pay attention to Globe's reply. He turned around and shouted to the other two groups of aircraft on his side: "Bar, Graf, I will help you hold them back on the far right of the battle line. You rush forward with all your strength and attack their bombers!" While shouting orders, he took the lead and led the team to meet the Mustang fighters that were attacking from the left and right almost at the same time in front...

A brutal air battle took place simultaneously at both ends of the battlefield!

After receiving Zeppelin's reminder, Globe immediately called the leader of the second squadron and judged the speed of his own fighter. While there was still some energy left, he directly led the formation to pull up the nose at a small angle. He slightly raised his head and looked at the Mosquito, which was diving at high speed and about to enter the cannon range. He gritted his teeth and included the opponent's projection into the center of the aperture of his own sight - this was the illumination range of the Ta-183 airborne radar, and also the attack range of the semi-active radar air-to-air guided rockets!

The battle is about to begin, and as the leader, I have no choice!

"Everyone in the first squad, listen up! Push the throttle to full and fire two rockets at once! Follow me and charge forward!"

Whistling flames shot out from under the wings toward the front, and gloomy eyes were fixed on the Mosquito leader plane that was accurately in the middle of the halo. Even the cold wind at an altitude of nine thousand meters could not stop the cold sweat oozing from his forehead. However, even with blurred eyes, it still could not stop an ace pilot from relying on his own will and experience. Based on the changes of the blurred shadow behind the sweat covering his eyes, he used his heart to command his vehicle to continue to aim firmly at the enemy leader plane that was still out of the range of the opponent's machine gun!

Until the stars of explosions lit up in the distant sky, two Mosquitoes that were unable to dodge fell directly into the North Atlantic Ocean as the sun set. Even the enemy planes that failed to hit directly, under the command of the side proximity fuse, burst out with a burst of knife light that was as powerful as the long-pole fragments of the 75mm anti-aircraft gun explosion, hitting each Mosquito with wounds all over! Although the overall strength of the Mosquito fuselage made of all wood glue is extremely strong, it still cannot guarantee the safety of the British army under the extremely close-range explosion or even direct hit of the guided rocket! Although the remaining twelve Mosquitoes rushed into the range of the Hispano machine gun after breaking through the explosion, at almost the same time, the tracer of the old rival MG183-151 of Hispano also burst out on the fuselage of Ta-20.

The cruel 3 to 1 ratio happened in just a short time! Globe didn't even have time to wipe his face. He threw the stick with his right hand and quickly switched the communication channel: "Second Squad, I don't have enough energy to support you. Don't fight, speed up and break through immediately, get closer to me..."

"late!"

Over the Gibraltar Fortress, Cunningham and Mountbatten in the early warning aircraft spoke almost in unison. The only difference was that one was a calm battlefield judgment, while the other was the dandy's pleasure in seeing his opponent finally being tormented.

Through the PPI display screen, those "friendly forces" with identification cursors after being identified by the IFF, even if they could not do their best to intercept the jets with full energy in the first round due to the performance and energy gaps, they did not rush forward knowing that they were no match for the enemy. Instead, they took advantage of the time when they were left behind to seize the height in advance and change their direction. After the bombers that insisted on moving forward flew over their line, they pushed the throttle to the maximum with a grim smile, and began to dive and kill from all directions towards the Calamity Crows that were being held back by the P-38s on the other side and could only turn to climb!

A Ta-183, which had been hit by a rear machine gun and had slowed down greatly in the previous battle with the flying dragon, unfortunately became a victim of the Spitfire's gun! Along with the desperate cries and wails of the German pilot in the headset, the whistling Allied fighter planes were approaching step by step, becoming more arrogant and rampant!

"Assholes! ... General Zeppelin, this is Globe. My Second Squadron is surrounded by them. Please provide me with urgent tactical guidance!"

Globe heard on the radio that his men were being attacked from all sides, but there was nothing he could do. He had just managed to raise the nose of the plane and fire rockets to repel a wave of Mosquitoes, but now he was also in a dilemma of insufficient energy. And right behind him, there were also two groups of Spitfire Jushiro chasing him. With speed and energy in a dilemma, he could only turn as far away as possible in order to speed up and create some space for a turn.

Fortunately, when it comes to tactical guidance, Zeppelin has never disappointed anyone in this regard...

"Globe, let the second squadron turn left!" Before he finished speaking, Zeppelin's order came through the headset: "Their left turn is the strongest point of the British encirclement, but it is also their weakness!... There is a group of Mosquitoes in front - the same group that fired at you before; there is also a group of Spitfires and a group of P-38s on the left, but they are at a large angle - as long as you break through this group of Mosquitoes, you can directly bite their Lancaster! And after shooting down the Lancaster, continue to turn left, which can just block the American B-26. It's just... British and American planes are now turning towards this side, so we may have to bear some sacrifices..."

"…Globe understands!"

Zeppelin's last words sounded a little low on the radio, and Globe, who was also experienced in combat, looked unhappy - his fleet was at a disadvantage in terms of energy, and the rockets used to deal with bombers also affected the performance of the aircraft. In this situation, he had to order his subordinates to turn the aircraft around and head towards the place where the enemy had the largest number of troops. This required more than just courage...

But the battlefield is so cruel!

The German pilots could certainly continue to dive away, and even rely on the maximum speed advantage to shake off the propeller enemy planes that were chasing them. However, if they really did this, it would be tantamount to admitting that the interception had failed!

There is an anti-aircraft missile firing circle not far behind us, and this is basically our only chance to intercept!

As the colonel commander of the Gneisenau's carrier-based aircraft wing, Glob had to execute even the most cruel orders!

"Second Squad, listen up! Turn left, turn left! Go and fight their mosquitoes head-on, and then bite the Lancaster! ..."

The battle situation is already like this, the order must be carried out! No matter whether it is the one giving the order or the one shedding blood and sacrificing, no one has a choice!

In just a minute and a half, this group of Ta-183s, which were barely able to reach high altitude and speed, were killed by Allied fighters that dived at a height of kilometers as far as they could reach while turning around. Moreover, they were attacked from three directions and whizzed past the Crows of Disaster, whose energy was running out - leaving behind trails of thick smoke, flames, broken crow wings, and bloody wounds in their hearts!

Behind the free silver wings came three crows with broken wings, falling towards the Atlantic Ocean below, trailing billowing black smoke!

More than half of the eight Calamity Crows of the Second Squadron were lost on the spot in this round of interception!

Although he couldn't see, the headphones were filled with the screams of dying struggles and helpless prayers, which made Globe grit his teeth.

Although there were certainly sacrifices, and I was also notorious as a "die-hard supporter", but... who would want to see their comrades die in vain?

Fortunately, such heavy sacrifices were not in vain - after desperately breaking out of the encirclement of the British and American aircraft groups, what appeared in front of the Second Squadron were large groups, even some huge and dense smoke clouds, reflecting a faint red light in the setting sun!

That was a brilliant tail cloud formed by nearly sixty engines of a squadron of fourteen Lancaster heavy bombers ten kilometers away! The pursuing aircraft were either not heading in this direction, or their dive speed had reached its maximum and could no longer threaten him!

"Well done! Shoot! Avenge our fallen comrades!" On the radio, Globe, crying with joy, shouted at the top of his lungs.

On the other side of the battlefield...

Seeing that the Glob fleet was first engaged in a tough battle and then broke out of the encirclement, Zeppelin breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to continue commanding the battle on his side.

The Raven of Disaster, which was equipped with anti-aircraft rockets, was much slower than the Mustang due to the extra air resistance. On the same battlefield, the situation on his side was similar to that of Globe's hard fight on the other side. To be honest, since the opponent had an absolute advantage of 150 fighters and had enough space to be divided into two echelons, the situation they faced was actually three points more difficult!

The three planes that were injured during the first wave of breakthroughs had gradually fallen behind in the brutal pursuit and interception. Everyone knew that in such a cruel and huge battlefield, a damaged plane could not last long! Even the six-plane formation led by Zeppelin himself had now become a four-plane formation. The other two planes had already died...

The performance of fighter jets equipped with rockets will be reduced, and they cannot maintain the generational advantage over the Mustang, but there are too many enemies!

In order to meet the combined attack of 150 enemy fighter planes from two echelons, she had been leading her small six-plane formation to hold on to the highest level of the entire airspace, attracting the pursuit and interception of three enemy squadrons of fighter planes, while commanding the two squadrons of Bal and Graf to push the throttle and move frantically, while covering each other and looking for opportunities to break through the layers of encirclement.

For example...now is a good opportunity!

"Instructor, this is Barr. I have seen their B-17 formation on my right...but there are Mustangs diving behind me. If I don't dive, I can't get rid of them..."

"Bal, turn right and dive to attack the enemy bombers. I'll deal with the Mustangs behind you!" Zeppelin shouted as he glanced at another pair of Spitfires on his right that had already deployed their formation and were about to rush into his flank range. Without hesitation, he summoned the Graf Squadron that was just behind his left and had just shaken off a team of Mustangs, but seemed a little far away.

"Graf, there's a group of Mustangs on my left... I'll roll to get rid of the lock later. If you can't reach them, just shine your radar on them and threaten them to maneuver to get rid of them. After turning, head due south. There are B-24s more than ten kilometers away, and there are no escort aircraft! When the time comes, find the target and launch rockets. Shoot down as many as you can..."

"Understood! I'll give the order now!" Graf looked back at the P-51 squadron behind them that had just left a little distance. The distance was less than two thousand meters, which seemed a bit stretchy to him.

But since the big sister said this is an opportunity, then just do it yourself!

Anyway, the so-called command is actually to provide basic information such as the opponent's position, direction, speed, and altitude, and then set the tactical goals for this round or the next round (whether it is avoidance, attack, or coordination), and then determine the time to launch the tactics and give a command. The rest of the time, it is still up to the squad to play freely, and try to liberate the combat initiative of the squad or even a single machine as much as possible without affecting the overall coordination, in order to maximize the offensive power - after all, to put it bluntly, the Air Force is a high-attack, high-speed, and low-defense branch of the military, and initiative and offense are more important than anything else!

However, Hermann "Blacksmith" Graf was not worried about this! After all, the leader of the other four-plane formation in his squadron was another aerial combat genius like him, Erich Hartmann!