Imperial Overlord

White was driving his fighter jet and managed to see the coastline in the distance. There was a faint light smoke in his cockpit, which was only discovered when he was returning to the flight.

After a simple inspection, he found that the control of his aircraft was relatively good. It may be that some bullets hit an unimportant position, causing his aircraft to have a little glitch.

Suddenly, his motivation began to gasp, and the rotation of the propeller became irregular. The plane that insisted on bringing him here on the battlefield finally broke down.

"Baby! Don't do this! Baby! Hold on! I'll be home soon!" White prayed eloquently as he tried to regain his motivation for the plane.

It is a pity that the motive did not resume operation after all, but stopped in the sky. White had to watch carefully and left the makeshift formation with his own plane.

Then, his plane began to descend, and after several attempts, White had to give up and lift his canopy.

A cold wind rushed into White's cockpit, and White climbed out of the cabin, only to see the side of his plane's motive, leaving a row of twisted machine gun bullet holes.

Just looking at the bullet holes, I don't know whether it was the damage caused by the friendly machine guns or the German machine guns, but these damages did make the plane completely scrapped.

Picking a suitable angle, White nervously kicked off his plane. He opened his parachute by feeling, and then waited for the parachute to open.

The cold wind of hunting was blowing in his ears, and the goggles blocked the knife-like wind from hitting White's eyes, allowing him to see everything around him clearly.

He saw his fighter jet fall staggeringly in the distance, and he also saw another Wellington bomber hit the coastline with a tragic explosion.

Even, for a moment, he seemed to be able to hear his own breathing and his heartbeat, beating dully.

Then, suddenly, a force came from his back, and the huge pulling force made his descent suddenly stagnate.

White saw his parachute open in the sky, and he also saw the returning friendly planes flying overhead one after another.

Originally, when they flew to the German target, there were almost twice as many as they are now; at this moment, only this is left.

There was a sea breeze on the head, and White found that the sea breeze was not strong enough to send him to the coastline. If he continues to fall like this, it is estimated that he will fall directly into the sea water.

Drowning is not enough, because he has a life jacket that must be equipped when crossing the sea, but in such weather conditions, falling into the icy sea water is definitely not a comfortable thing.

On the shore, the soldiers of the 6th Army patrolling the coast had spotted White who was parachuting. They pointed on the ground and ran towards the place where White fell.

Another icy sea breeze hit, and White finally realized that he would land on the 6th ground instead of the unfortunate sea.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then his feet hit the reef on the shore, and the pain came suddenly, and he fell to the beach, his face hit the ground, and his mouth was full of sand.

"Sir!" Someone helped him lift the parachute buckled over his head, and in front of him a young soldier with a butterfly helmet saluted White.

The rank of the Air Force is obviously higher than that of the 6th Army. Perhaps the 6th Army officer who manages all the nearby 6th Army patrols is not necessarily higher than White's rank.

"Hello!" White tidied his clothes in embarrassment, and embarrassedly answered the salute of the soldiers of the 6th Army.

Frankly speaking, his current image is not very good. Getting shot down in front of everyone and then skydiving is not a good thing to show off.

However, he soon became fortunate, and then fell to his knees on the beach as if losing his strength, laughing desperately: "Hahahahaha!"

In the terrified eyes of a dozen soldiers of the 6th Army, White kissed the ground under his feet, and then shouted wildly: "I'm back! I'm back alive!"

Those who have not experienced the Brest air battle will not understand this feeling. They lost more than 80% of their Hurricane fighters, and they shot down P-4o and Spitfire too.

These losses made every pilot who returned alive to cry bitterly, and it was definitely God's blessing that they were able to return.

White is a lucky pilot. He used his high flying skills and unbeatable luck to persevere to the end and became the lucky one who came back alive.

Excited, he screamed in the sky, venting his emotions. How many people may never be able to return to their hometown.

God bless! More returning planes appeared in the sky above White's head. White seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

He looked at the sky carefully, and when he saw a familiar figure, he suddenly realized that those who flew back were German bombers!

"Stuka!" He looked in shock at the German planes that followed the British bomber back home, and screamed: "It's a German plane!"

More than Stuka, who returned with the British planes, including ju-88 and he-111, anyway, the Luftwaffe sent all the planes it could find this time.

Kesselring had long left behind Brest's counterattack plan, waiting for the opportunity for the British plane to return.

The German fighter jets that took off from the front-line airfields returned after defeating the British bomber force, and the ju-88 and he-111 that took off from these airfields on bombing missions would follow the British bombers directly into the British mainland.

The mission of these planes was to bomb the camouflaged ground field airfields because of the recovery of the returning planes.

Although this kind of tailgating action cannot completely hide the other party's early warning system, it can also minimize the reaction time.

What the Luftwaffe wanted was this short time difference, so that its bomber force could destroy part of the British front-line field airfields.

Despite the evaluation results, such counterattack results should not be significant, but it will also put pressure on the enemy to some extent.

In fact, the Luftwaffe's counterattack was really not a success. Although the United Kingdom could not take off many fighter jets to intercept due to the time difference, the Luftwaffe itself could not carry out large-scale **** because of the time difference.

Several German planes were shot down and the counterattack came to an abrupt end. The German bomber unit only destroyed a few airfields, so they had to consider the interception by the British Royal Air Force and chose to return and leave.

On the ground, White was walking on the trail in the woods, looking at the German bomber returning overhead, and he was not feeling well.

He saw that the anti-aircraft artillery positions in the woods were constantly firing, and he also saw the blocking balloons swaying in the wind on the beach. The war was really messy, and the chaos made him a little confused.

He was supposed to intercept the enemy's plane in the sky, but instead he stood on the ground and became a spectator. He was originally on an offensive mission, but he saw with his own eyes how his country was being attacked by others.

"Sir! Your ID has been confirmed... But the bombing caused confusion, and we have no way to prove your true identity." The patrol captain of the 6th Army handed back White's ID, and said with an apologetic tone.

The spies of the Germans caused headaches in the UK up and down, so people who parachuted or swam to shore should be carefully screened.

White reluctantly handed over his pistol, and then followed the patrol to a nearby barracks to wait for the verification procedure above.

Sometimes verification takes 3 days, and sometimes it takes 7 days or even longer. The unlucky guy who was detained could only wait, like a prisoner of war, waiting for the final result.

"The Germans are getting stronger now... There were at least 60 planes in the bombing just now, right?" Chatting while checking White's pistol and the bullets inside, the captain of the 6th Army patrol.

White nodded and agreed: "Almost, there are at least 60, and possibly 80, all of which are frequently dispatched by Germany."

...

In the Yuan Office of the Chancellor's Office in Berlin, Germany, Baumann walked to Li Le's desk with a smile on his face.

He stood at attention and saluted, and then handed the document to Lord Yuan who was waiting for news: "My Yuan! The Brest air battle has just been decided, and we have repelled the British attack."

"What was the result?" Li Le nodded with satisfaction. The "radar fighter" air defense system he worked so hard to manage finally lived up to expectations and showed its due power.

"The number of shot downs is being counted~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Our army lost about 90 aircraft, and the British lost more than 350 aircraft!" Bowman exaggeratedly reported a statistic.

Li Le laughed, then closed the record in front of him, shook his head and said, "One-third of the air force's data is used as moisture, and the remaining 80% is true."

His words amused Bowman, Yuan Secretary nodded with a smile, and said innocuously: "Yuan, you know Marshal Goring well, think they know this themselves."

Exaggerating the record, this is something that all troops will do once in a while. If you unilaterally look at a country's battle report, it is estimated that many jokes will be made.

Not to mention that the shameless Japan can go thousands of miles to annihilate the enemy. It is hard to describe the bragging of the United States in the Gulf War...

"Let them do the statistics carefully, don't exaggerate..." Li Le handed the document back to Bowman and made a statement of his own.

This kind of thing is related to issues such as morale and rewards. It is not possible to completely let the subordinates exaggerate, nor to track down too strict fire, it needs to be mastered...