Chapter 1957: Dover Storm Three
"We have only two options now, one is to give up the interception, and the other is to immediately take off the second wave of interception fleet. It will take about 30 minutes for the German fleet to reach the fleet. The fleet deployed on the coast of the strait still has time. Yes," said one officer.
What the officer said was very pertinent. Although there are still 180 fighter jets in the sky, which seems to be a lot, it is almost impossible to expect them to stop the German fleet! Although the British don't know how many escort fighter jets the Germans sent this time, the total number must be more than double the number of fighter jets the British currently have! After all, according to the description of the reconnaissance aircraft, there are no fewer than 400 bombers alone! To be honest, as far as the British are concerned, the planes in the opponent's air may be scattered after two rounds. The result of head-to-head is definitely not seconds.
"Has the Channel Fleet contacted?" Marshal Trenchard asked anxiously.
"Contacted, they refused to disband the fleet. They believed that with the help of the navy, those transport ships had a better chance of surviving. However, the Channel Fleet also agreed, and let the fleet of transport personnel go first under the cover of armored cruisers. ’ said an officer.
"It seems that the people of the Royal Navy have helped us make a choice." Marshal Trenchard said with some helplessness. "We can't let the bombs and torpedoes thrown by the Germans into the convoy. This is simply a disaster for us. We ordered the second wave of aircraft to take off immediately, and at the same time told the airport to prepare for the first wave of return aircraft. Give them Add fuel and strike now!"
"Your Excellency, Commander, if we really do this, I'm afraid we can only fight this wave today." An officer said after careful consideration. It is possible to use the second wave of planes, and it can indeed supplement the number of the first wave of planes and resist the first attack of the Germans, but this obviously disrupts the air force's combat plan, and the subsequent supplies and scheduling are messed up. . If the Germans come with a second wave of planes, the Air Force will not be able to organize enough planes to deal with it.
"At least we can survive the first wave." Trenchard said in a deep voice. With the final release of the order, the British fleet that had originally planned to attack 2 hours later was forced to attack earlier, and in this way, only about half of the aircraft could perform the mission at this time. The only thing that can make the British rejoice is that before the arrival of the German fleet, the British's second wave of planes finally arrived!
"The weather is fine today. It's a day that can determine life and death!" George flew his camel fighter jet over the transport ship, and he could see the crew on the transport ship waving to them. At this moment, the Royal Air Force is the patron saint of these people.
The roar of the engine filled my ears. At this moment, hundreds of British planes gathered to the east of the transport fleet to form a solid barrier. The entire fleet is like a huge hamburger, divided into upper, middle and lower layers. The top is the fighter unit, and they will use the height advantage to rush over in the first wave. Containing the fighters of the Germans, in the middle is the attack aircraft, they will rush towards the German bomber force like medieval heavy cavalry, and at an altitude below 500 meters above the sea, a large number of backward aircraft and seaplanes will be deployed . This is designed specifically to deal with German torpedo planes. The number of British aircraft is not enough, and these outdated or inappropriate aircraft can only be deployed at low and medium altitudes to barely resist the Germans!
"This is the power of the British Empire. Even though we have experienced so many ups and downs and tribulations, we can still organize such a powerful fleet to compete with our opponents!" George looked at the swarm of planes around him, A kind of pride arises spontaneously. Beside him, there are dozens of three-aircraft squadrons, and below him is a battle group composed of six squadrons of interceptors.
They were organized in squadrons, with 3 planes forming a group, and 5 groups forming a battle group, forming a triangular formation. The 6 fleets lined up in the air, like a wall. Regardless of the quality of those pilots, at least there is momentum, and everyone is full of fighting spirit, at least before seeing the German Air Force fighter group!
"The Germans are coming!" In the distance, where the water and the sky meet, a group of dense black spots appeared in front of the British. Then quickly connect into a black straight line. As the distance approaches, these straight lines continue to expand and become a black ribbon.
"Oh my God! The Germans have so many planes?!" When the distance approached again, George, who was at a higher position, saw the scene that made him feel that he was in the south forever. Unfolding at the end, they gradually covered the sky over the Strait of Dover like a black curtain.
At the front are hundreds of fighter jets, and behind the fighter jets are groups of twin-engine bombers also formed in squadrons. And at the rear of the fleet is the bomber fleet. George swore that he had never seen such a large bomber fleet. Even when a large-scale air strike was launched on the frontal battlefield, no fleet could match the German fleet in front of him, especially those A huge heavy bomber like a mammoth in the sky. George never thought that at least 3 squadrons of heavy bombers would be so shocked when they gathered together. An unmatched feeling emerged from George's heart!
"Damn it, I'm afraid this time, I may never go back." Looking at the stretching German fleet in front of him, James, the veteran ace who has fought in the air on the Western Front for a year without dying, shook hands with cold hands and feet. in the joystick. To be honest, what he hates and fears the most is concentrating a huge number of planes in a relatively narrow airspace to fight head-on, because this kind of battle minimizes the role of personal combat experience and technical level, which is totally irrelevant. It's a game to see who has more aircraft, more firepower, and thicker protection! To put it bluntly, the exquisite swordsmanship competition has become a head-to-head battle on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons.
At the moment of collision, you don't know how many people are shooting at you, let alone dodging. All you can do is hand over your fate to God, and then use a machine gun to blow up any target that appears in your field of vision! And this time, what's even more unfortunate is that James' squadron happened to be the spearhead of the British fleet, pointing directly at the center of the German fleet! A few minutes later, the old bird was surrounded by German planes in the front, back, left, and right. Bullets rained down on his plane, and then cut his body in two!
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