German help

Damn it, I knew you weren't so kind! After seeing the two treaties, Franco thought angrily, saying that 500 million marks is too much, so now I don't talk about this "Military Alliance Treaty" that wants to pull me into the water, just this "Gibraltar Strait Germany" The value of the Italian-Jet-West Co-management Agreement is more than 500 million marks!

"What is Mr. Franco thinking about, such a cheap request is rare." Leon said with a smile.

"Mr. Lyon, can I give you 500 million marks directly? 500 million marks is really not much. You don't need to worry about hurting our friendship." Franco asked tentatively.

"No, no, how much does it hurt to talk about money?" Leon shook his head and refused.

"But with the signing of these two treaties, the future of our Spain..."

"With all due respect, if you don't sign these two treaties, you won't even have them now." Mussolini interrupted Franco with a sneer, "Without the present, where is the future?"

When Franco heard the words, he fell silent. He thought about it too. He was about to be wiped out, and he was about to lose the "now". Where would the capital come from to talk about the future?

Just when Franco was entangled, Leon gave him the final blow: "Mr. Franco, in order to express our sincerity in welcoming our allies, I can add another aircraft carrier to the conditions that I originally promised you to help you. How about taking air supremacy in a theater before our air force arrives?"

Franco was overjoyed when he heard the words, and the condition of gaining air supremacy in the theater before the German-Italian-Jieze army arrived was very tempting to him.

A large part of the reason why the Spanish National Army retreated all the way is because the air force of the National Army was beaten by the aviation volunteers from the Soviet Union, while the Republican Army, which had gained air supremacy, advanced all the way with the support of Soviet aircraft to the ground.

If, with the support of the German aircraft carrier, he gained air supremacy, Franco would have the confidence to stabilize his position, and even launch a small-scale counterattack in some areas.

"To be honest, you don't have to think about it, you have to choose to agree." Hacha persuaded, "Only we are the real reason to help you."

"Okay! I promise you!" Franco nodded vigorously, then picked up the pen and signed the two treaties.

"Very good, Mr. Franco." Lyon smiled happily when he saw his conspiracy succeeded, "Spain is welcome to join us and become a member of our steel agreement!"

"When will the coalition leave?" Franco was obviously more concerned about when Deutschland would save him.

"The Italian Expeditionary Force will set off immediately, and we will send the troops to Murcia through a naval transport ship," Mussolini said.

"As for the German reinforcements, I will arrange for the German Wehrmacht's equipment to be loaded on trains and sent directly to Italy by rail," Lyon said, "and then I will have to trouble Mr. Mussolini, after all, France will not promised German troops to pass through their territory."

"The Italian Navy is always ready to serve its allies." Mussolini laughed.

"It seems that our Czech army may not need to take action." Hacha said humorously, "Then we will be responsible for providing arms support to our allies."

The words of Deutsche Welle moved Franco very much. He never thought that having allies was such a wonderful thing.

Coincidentally, the German aircraft carrier fleet had just completed its support mission in Ethiopia and was cruising the Mediterranean Sea, preparing to return to Germany.

Hearing Lyon's latest instructions, the only aircraft carrier Graf Zeppelin with fighter jets was immediately detached from the fleet under the protection of the heavy cruiser Prinz Eugen (the third of the Admiral Hipper class), added in Sardinia, Italy The three other Deutsche-class aircraft carriers took the Hipper across the Strait of Gibraltar and headed for Germany.

"Ansel, pay attention to your height." A reminder came from the earphones.

"Understood." Ansel recovered from his distraction.

Ansel was a German naval aviation pilot who served with the 151st Naval Air Squadron on the aircraft carrier Graf Zeppelin, flying an ME109T fighter.

This time, they went to Ethiopia with the fleet. Since Ethiopia has no air force, these fighter pilots can be said to be the most idle group of people in the entire fleet, and they are also the only group of people who have not experienced actual combat.

"Sir, do you think we can beat Soviet aviation?" Ansel asked his captain over the squad channel, "I've heard they have more than 80 fighter jets, and we only have 24 in two squadrons. "

"I don't know, but the Führer will never let us die." Albrison replied, "Okay, boy, don't worry, we are flying the most advanced fighter jets!"

"Brothers, we are still 30 kilometers away from the target!" The voice of the squadron leader of their squadron appeared in the headphones, "Watch your surroundings, be careful of the Soviet Union..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a team member.

"At 12 o'clock, at an altitude of about 6,000 meters, a Soviet fighter jet was found!"

The two fighter squadrons were at an altitude of 7,000 meters at the moment, so when everyone heard the words, they quickly looked forward and down. Sure enough, they saw twenty or thirty dots in that direction.

"Attention, prepare to dive!" the squadron leader said nervously, "cover our bomber formation!"

Below the German fighter jets, a bomber formation consisting of 12 FI-167 torpedo attack aircraft with a 2,200-pound bomb and 12 JU-87C dive bombers with two 1,100-pound bombs was on the way. flight.

Their first goal in Spain was to destroy an important front-line airfield for the Republican Army.

At the same time that the Germans found the Soviets, the Soviets also found the Germans, and they began to speed up and pounce on the German bomber formation.

Obviously, they didn't see the German fighter formation flying 1,000 meters diagonally above them.

"Anatoly, is that the German's plane?" a Soviet fighter pilot asked his wingman in confusion while rushing towards the German bomber formation, "When did the German come? "

"Yefim, that is indeed the German plane." Anatoly glanced at the iron cross on the JU-87C and affirmed, "We have to report the German arrival to headquarters."

"Let's report later." Yefim looked at the approaching German bombers and said to Anatoly, "Let's deal with this group of bombers first."

"Yefim, don't you think it's strange?" Anatoly seemed to have thought of something, "Why did the bombers go deep alone? I think they should go to the airport, so they should know our existence. "

"Oh, damn it!" Yefim also thought of something, and he hurriedly shouted to the formation channel, "Pull up! The German fighter jets are above our heads!"