"God!" a British pilot shouted desperately, "German? Why are the Germans here? Didn't the intelligence say that only the 300 Führer Guards accompanied Germany?"
"I don't know either! Damn it!" The team leader said through gritted teeth, "The group of rice buckets from the Intelligence Department! They never got the information right once!"
"Sir, there are only two German planes, so it should be fine..." Aubrey said weakly on the channel, "After all, we have dozens of planes here."
"What do you know? You don't understand how terrifying it is to be a German ace pilot on an advanced German fighter!" the leader said in frustration, "Do you think a group of ants can kill an elephant?"
After listening to the team leader's words, Aubrey subconsciously looked down at the cadet pilot's uniform on his body. After looking at the fighter plane under his seat, he lowered his head silently.
"It seems to be true..."
"But the team leader." A sharp-eyed pilot looked at the German fighter jets flying closer and closer, and said to the team leader, "They don't seem to be the 'German ace pilots' you call them..."
"Huh?" The leader was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look carefully at the two ME109s.
I saw that they were flying a little unstable. Although they could not be called "shaky", they were shaking enough.
"This... is this a new special method of warfare created by the Germans?" the team leader said with a frown.
"I think, I think they should be newbies." Aubrey said, "and they are newer than us..."
"No way... Will Leon use a novice to protect his own safety?"
On the other side, the two German pilots were also talking nervously.
"Adenauer! Adenauer! Watch out for the Brits' planes ahead, we'll be in touch with them soon!" David said with trembling hands as he piloted the plane, "Look over the flight manual, what we should do next Which step?"
"Uh, wait..." Adenauer responded, then pulled out a yellowed book from behind, opened the catalog, found the item "What to do before attacking the enemy", and then faced the content Read, "Uh, before taking on the enemy, uh, the pilot should try to get as high as possible to gain a better position and speed when attacking to control the battle..."
"Wait a minute!" David interrupted Adenauer, who was studying, and asked suspiciously, "Height? How do I know how tall I am now?"
"Idiot!" Adenauer rolled his eyes and cursed, "Can't you read the altimeter? Idiot!"
"Oh, the altimeter..." David nodded, then glanced at the various gauges on the dashboard.
"Nima! With so many watches, which one is the altimeter?!"
"This..." Adenauer was stunned for a moment, "Don't worry, wait for me to find..."
Having said that, he took out another copy of the "ME109 Operation Guide" and carefully turned it over.
"Oh! I found it!" Soon, Adenauer found the location of the altimeter based on the comparison map. "It's in, um, the second row from the top down, and the second row from the right to the left!"
"Oh." David suddenly realized, "So this is the altimeter... Then we, we are now at... 3000... 3600 meters altitude?"
"Well, I think it's almost there." Adenauer put away two books, held the joystick and started to push down, rushing towards the oncoming British fighter jets.
On the ground, Leon walked out of the air defense bunker in dismay, and stared blankly at the tragic fighting in the sky... Oh no, it should be the tragic chickens pecking at each other, and he was stunned.
"Where did we get the two ME109s?" After a long time, Leon asked the adjutant beside him.
"This..." The adjutant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I don't know either, Head of State..."
"Damn it! I don't even know where my army is?" Leon was very angry.
"Führer, I think I know..." A senior Gestapo officer hurried up, "They, they should be our people."
"Your people?!" Leon was stunned, "From the Gestapo?"
"Yes..." The senior officer lowered his head.
"No, where did you get the plane from?" Leon was very strange.
"It came from the Iraqi branch..." The senior officer scratched his head embarrassedly, "They once bought two foreign trade version ME109s from Iran..."
"Iran?!" Leon was shocked. "How did they get into Iraq?"
"They didn't buy the whole machine... they bought individual parts and then smuggled them into Iraq to assemble..."
"Damn it! Talent!" Leon clapped his palms and shouted, "But why don't they ask me to take the plane directly? Is the money I give them such a waste?"
"Because they're embarrassed..." The senior officer smiled awkwardly.
"What's so embarrassing about this?" Leon said solemnly, "Our fighters have ideals and aspirations, and try to teach themselves to fly, so we should give support!"
"No no no, Führer, you misunderstood... Actually, none of them can fly a plane..."
"..."
It's hard for them, looking at the "air force" of the Gestapo who are trying to fight the enemy in the sky, Leon thought silently.
Compared with the chickens pecking at each other in the sky, the battle on the ground is bloody.
"The enemy has retreated! Hurry up to check the weapons and ammunition." Watching the previously turbulent crowd slowly retreating, Qom let out a long breath, and while sliding down the trench, he ordered the soldiers beside him.
The soldiers who received the order were silent, and silently pulled the sacrificed comrades beside them out of the bunker and put them aside, and then began to organize their weapons.
Although the German soldiers have been trying their best to control the shooting method to short bursts, the long-term battle still makes the barrel hot.
Qom skillfully removed the hot barrel, drenched it with cold water, and quickly put it back on the gun.
Holding the rifle that was still warm, Qom sat at the bottom of the trench, while pressing the scattered bullets into the empty magazine one by one, while thinking of the distant motherland.
"I don't know if I can go back completely this time." Qom thought.
Meanwhile, the German-French border.
"General Lundstedt, our troops have already entered the starting position!" Manstein said to Lundstedt who was standing in front of the giant sand table after confirming that all the troops had entered their positions.
"God!" Lundstedt said silently, "I hope you can bless us, otherwise Germany will be defeated by me..."
"General!" Manstein urged, "Please believe in the Führer! And believe that God will always be on our side!"
"..." Lundstedt took a last look at the sand table, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth, "I order! The yellow plan is implemented! Prepare for the scythe!"
"Yes!"