Battle of the Third Reich

Major Bertrand’s German is not very good, but Sprague’s French is fluent, and the communication between the two sides is quite smooth. The German pilot quickly understood what happened.

The French air station was attacked by the Siam Air Force. The casualties of the French officers and soldiers were initially estimated to exceed 200. This is not a small border conflict. From the perspective of Europeans, this is a deliberate formal war.

Sporu's landline was equipped with a remote radio station, and she immediately reported the situation here to the base in Siem Reap. Shishufeng is the capital of Banteay Meanchey Province. The air station here was hit by air strikes, probably accompanied by large-scale Ground attack.

Less than forty kilometers away from the border line, Shishufeng City is surrounded by a sweeping plain. Apart from partly reclaimed farmland, the rest is flat grassy land covered with grass, and dotted with small patches of tropical shrubs. forest. This terrain is basically a natural stage prepared for mechanized operations. If it is a Caden Reid tracked vehicle equipped by the Siamese Army, it is estimated that it can be assaulted from the border to this provincial city in an hour.

Shi Boru didn't think much, she naturally likes to take the initiative to attack, and asked about the basic situation of the attacker. The three fighters immediately turned their heads and pursued in the direction of the enemy's departure.

Regardless of whether she can catch up with the enemy plane, she has to go to the border line to check it. If she finds that ground troops are acting, she can also make the rear prepare early.

If Sprague is in a hurry to avenge the French, this obviously deviates from the facts. Although judging from the actions of the German army, it does indeed give this impression. But in fact, these German pilots did not have any too complicated ideas at all at this time, they just simply wanted to find the enemy, and then fought a battle happily.

Sporu has been in contact with many French troops here, and it can be seen that their mentality when facing the Germans is a bit complicated. It can't be said that they are annoying or like. It's more of awe and maybe a little bit mixed. Feelings like worship. At least the French maintain a polite and friendly attitude on the surface, but if they want to gain their true friendship, it takes a lot of effort to run the business.

This is a very difficult challenge for ordinary Germans who are inherently lacking in this aspect of talent, but if you get their context right, the French are not difficult to get along with, especially when you can satisfy their little When they are in vanity, they will soon warm up with you.

But the following group of French Air Forces made the majors confused, and they seemed to have an incomprehensible passion for strangers. In the utterly messy conversation of the layman, this group of French not only explained the strength and type of the enemy, but also estimated the approximate return route of the group of attackers. These French people claimed that they were the 65th investigation. The flying team knew the location of the Siam base. They inferred that this group of planes should be from the Siam Air Force Base. In order to give the Germans a more intuitive impression, the French also organized more than a dozen soldiers to use the human body in the An arrow was placed on the runway to guide the friendly forces in the direction of the enemy airfield.

The bombing was so miserable that no one cared about the border. The casualties of more than two hundred colleagues and the hearts of the French soldiers had been filled with hatred.

"Remember the parameters of the Japanese ki-30 bomber?" Sporu checked the fuel gauge, and then pushed the throttle fully. The db601e engine made a roar with a metallic echo, and b109 began to follow a steep course. Climb up very fast.

"The maximum speed is 420 kilometers, and there is a rear self-defense machine gun." Lieutenant Nemo fastened the belt of the oxygen mask and glanced at the wingtip of the long plane.

This time when I came to Asia, the squadron got a special target identification book. The red stamp with the word "tight" on the cover was locked in the safe in the squadron. It contains the identification maps and basic parameter data of various Asian countries, especially the Japanese army and navy aircraft, ships, and ground combat units. Many of them are models that they have not heard of before. God knows the empire. How did the guys at the Intelligence Bureau get it from the Japanese.

"A formation of this size cannot be escorted without a fighter. I guess the French did not recognize it in a panic." Lieutenant Sarah held the joystick in his left hand and opened the sight circuit in his right hand to adjust the brightness of the ranging halo. .

"It will be clear by the time, the French major said that these people have technical problems, and they should look like flying veterans." Sporu looked at the altimeter and slowly leveled the climb angle.

"So be careful. Those may be the Japanese instructors invited by the Siam Air Force. The information said that the Siam Air Force temporarily hired many Japanese pilots." Shi Boru said.

"So that means we are going to fight the Japanese again?" Lieutenant Nemo's voice was full of excitement.

"I can't wait to teach them any more."

Ensign Sara finally found an opportunity to show his "language talent". Although a lot of unpleasant things happened during the days in Chongqing, the enthusiastic Chinese people left him with more beautiful memories. From now on Sarah no longer used to refer to the Japanese because he felt that it might offend those Chinese friends of the same skin color. Then he specifically consulted the Chinese interpreter arranged by the embassy. From the mouth of the Trump translator, he learned The special noun "little devil".

"What you said is not standard, it should be, listen to my pronunciation carefully." Captain Nemo's teacher is a Chinese cook hired by the embassy. In addition to cutting potatoes, he also cuts good noodles.

"Wait a minute, I found them. At eleven o'clock, at a distance of two thousand, the large cluster, should be the target we were looking for." Shi Boru interrupted the language courses of the two ensigns.

"They are a little taller than us, and the position is good for us." Lieutenant Nemo observed the direction pointed out by the major, and he found a group of tiny black spots in the distance, which could easily be missed if he didn't pay attention.

"They didn't seem to think that they would be chased. Abandon the auxiliary fuel tank, we chased it up." Sporu gave the order and moved the red handle on the floor. After a sound of metal friction, the body gave a slight shock, and most of it was empty. The secondary fuel tank is off the bottom pylon of the aircraft, and the movement of b109 becomes lighter.

The three German fighters lined up in a three-plane oblique squadron, hiding in the blind spot behind the opponent's observation and quietly approaching the group of light bombers. (To be continued.)