"This, this, this" Lieutenant General Ludwig Kluwer stared at the sky dumbfounded, and did not speak for a long time.
"Your Excellency, please return to the command vehicle.
Chinese planes may strike at any time," the adjutant persuaded from the side.
Kluwer put down the telescope and said with a livid face: "Who can tell me whether the one who had the air battle with the Chinese just now was a pilot from our empire or an African?"
The adjutant said: "The air combat commander just now was Major Otto Schulenburg, one of the best pilots and air combat commanders in the empire."
"Where's the pilot?"
"All of them are elites in the Imperial Air Force, Your Excellency."
"Okay, I understand."
Lieutenant General Kluwer got into the armored command vehicle with a dark face.
The adjutant accidentally saw the telescope on his boss's chest.
This unfortunate telescope had been pinched to the point of being slightly deformed, and the rubber jacket had obvious fingerprints all over it.
It can be seen how depressed the general was just now.
There is no way.
The air battle just now was completely one-sided.
It really hurt our own morale.
It makes me cry just talking about it.
My aerial darlings of Greater Germany used to be so arrogant, cool and noble, but now they are better.
It has become a "dumpling in the sky".
In that air battle that lasted less than half an hour, I saw the German, oh, no, it was an East African fighter jet falling down like dumplings.
Not a single Chinese plane fell, even the one in the fight The plane that was seriously injured also flew back under the cover of its companions.
Now the Air Force is unreliable and can only rely on itself.
Now the First Armored Corps in East Africa has formed an air defense array.
All self-propelled anti-aircraft guns have their barrels raised high.
All other vehicles that can fly have their gun jackets removed, even those without weapons.
Trucks or off-road vehicles were quickly equipped with machine guns, and those without machine guns were also equipped with rifles.
In a word, it’s all about whatever they are useful for.
Although everyone knows that these things are probably useless when facing high-speed jets, but they are better than nothing.
Even if you can’t get off the plane, it’s good to be brave.
There is no way, the Chinese planes are too scary, there is no way to fight back.
The air battle just now was not a battle at all, but a massacre.
Our own aircraft, which had a greater numerical advantage, were hunted down like turkeys by Chinese fighter planes, one after another.
Not to mention the obvious superiority of Chinese aircraft, especially those terrible rockets, which are simply too much.
This is simply cheating "Damn it, what kind of rockets are those Chinese using that can actually guide themselves?"
Lieutenant General Kluwer sat in the command vehicle, feeling very uneasy.
As a veteran in the military, when he saw the missiles launched by Chinese fighter planes, he quickly thought of the more terrifying consequences.
The way he almost squeezed the telescope just now was not just because of the tragic defeat of the Air Force.
He said to Chief of Staff Major General Hill von der Leyen: "Hill, what would happen if the Chinese used self-guided rockets on land?"
"This" Major General Delaine also frowned and said with difficulty: "Then our tanks may be like those aircraft of the Air Force."
Kluwer said with a livid face: "I think this operation should be stopped.
The First Armored Army is the absolute main force of the empire in Africa.
Once it is lost in the conflict with the Chinese, it will be very detrimental to future strategies."
In the original time and space, Kluwer was Rommel's deputy.
After Rommel was recalled to the country, he continued to command the African Army.
However, they had no chance to get together on their own plane.
Rommel had been in Germany and Kluwer had been working in East Africa.
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Of course, in order to look good and look good, these Germans in East Africa all acquired East African citizenship.
"I agree to withdraw the troops, Your Excellency."
Major General Delaine also nodded and said, "Let's ask the Marshal for instructions."
Delaine was the most opposed to this action.
He felt that it was a very unwise choice to have a conflict with China at this time when he was at odds with the Allied Powers.
The two discussed for a while and then reported to their old superior.
Their superior is the "African God of War" who became famous in World War I, Margrave Paul von Lettow Vorbeck.
This "African God of War" has the rank of field marshal of both Germany and East Africa.
Since the founding of East Africa, he has been Serves as Chief of General Staff and controls all armies in East Africa.
After connecting to the confidential radio station of the East African General Staff, Kluwer reported to his superiors in detail the situation of the air battle and his own considerations.
Finally, he said respectfully: "Your Excellency, Marshal, it is for this reason that we recommend canceling the This operation, exit Ethiopia” There was silence on the intercom for a while, and then Vorbeck said slowly: "I understand your concerns and agree with your judgment.
However, this operation cannot be canceled, even if the First Armored Army is completely wiped out."
Forbeck paused and then said: "This is an order from the Chief of General Staff.
We must show our bottom line and attitude to China.
This is a political mission, do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty Marshal."
Kluwer thought for a while and then said: "However, under the current situation, what if a war breaks out with China?
East Africa's current external supply mainly relies on the People's Revolutionary League.
What if once it breaks out with China?
Entering a state of war, our supplies"
"Hahahaha" Vorbeck laughed and said: "You can rest assured that this is just a, um, conflict similar to a colonial war.
It will not affect the relationship between the two countries.
Whether you win or lose, there will be no relationship between the two countries.
Therefore declare war, and you can fight with confidence."
"Yes, Marshal, I know how to do it.
But what should the air force do?
Our planes are absolutely no match for us.
If China launches an air attack on us, we will be very passive."
Kluwer was very worried about the air.
He knew very well that there were only a few dozen jet fighters in the entire East Africa, and they were basically all scrapped in the air battle just now, and the remaining few were of no use at all.
Now even Germany itself has just begun to equip jets.
It is already very difficult to allocate dozens of jets to East Africa.
"You don't have to worry too much about China's air strikes.
I just had a phone call with their military commander, General Hong.
This conflict is mainly on the ground," Vorbeck said meaningfully.
After ending the call, Kluwer said depressedly to the chief of staff: "Look, it's a political battle again.
This is what I hate the most.
It makes me feel like a monkey charmer."
"Hey," Major General Delaine could only sigh.
There was no way, the military must be subordinate to politics, so they had to carry out this operation that seemed stupid from a military perspective.
Yes, neither China nor Germany wants to fight this war, but they have to fight it.
If China wants to demonstrate its strength, expand its power in Africa, and control Ethiopia, it must flex its muscles and show its teeth.
Germany has the same considerations.
They want to ensure their presence and interests in Africa, and they also have to express it with actions.
Now the two sides are competing for the sphere of influence in East Africa.
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This kind of problem cannot be solved by negotiation alone.
Even if Mustache wants to give in, he must go through it so that he can explain it to both foreign and domestic countries.
Therefore, in this battle, the Germans put on an East African vest in order to leave some room.
China's request to control the conflict on the ground is based on the same considerations.
Generally speaking, this is a war game in which both sides do not fall out.
It is just like the European powers fighting for colonies in the past.
They will not fight to the death, but they must fight.
After both parties have played a game, see if they win or lose, and then talk about how to divide the meat.
This is politics, or the rules of the game between big powers.
Back then, when the white-skinned Europeans were competing for territory around the world, they were not trying to fool the locals, but there was peace among the locals.
The big guys held dance parties and tea parties with each other, and they were extremely affectionate.
The words of the "African God of War" were indeed correct.
During the subsequent trip, the Chinese aircraft did not come for air strikes.
They only sent a few reconnaissance planes to hang around in the sky.
With a tacit understanding, the Germans pretended not to see it.
Of course, there is still a minimum of vigilance.
A large group of propeller fighters are covering the air above the First Armored Corps.
They do not dare to fly too high.
They are all at an altitude of less than 3,000 meters, so that they can receive support from ground anti-aircraft firepower.
At this time, dozens of ugly-looking aircraft were lingering outside the Germans' sight.
There were two types of these aircraft.
One of these aircrafts is obviously rough-looking at first glance.
Although it is a jet, it has a low-speed, straight-down single-wing layout.
The weirdest thing is that its two turbofan engines are mounted on On the butt, there is a cannon pod hung under the belly of the fuselage, and a 30mm rotary cannon points forward.
No matter how ugly this thing looks, and it is so clumsy, it is definitely not a fighter jet.
Yes, this is the Qiang-7 "Thunderbird" attack aircraft produced by Chengdu Aircraft, one of the latest main attack aircraft in service with the Army Airlines.
Its prototype is the famous A10 "Thunderbolt 2" attack aircraft from the original time and space.
This "Thunderbird" attack aircraft is currently hovering at a low altitude of 3,000 meters.
In the sky above the "Thunderbird", about 5,000 meters in the airspace, is another ugly aircraft.
At first glance, they look a bit like the J-12 "War Eagle", the main fighter jet of the Air Force, but they are fatter and bloated, a circle bigger.
Not to mention, their noses seem to have been flattened.
It's like sticking out a duck's beak.
This is the H-10 "Mountain Eagle" fighter-bomber produced by Efei.
Because it uses two seats in parallel, the nose appears flat.
Its prototype is the Su-34 "Platypus" of the original time and space.
Currently equipped with the Air Force, it is mainly used as a tactical bomber and operational ground support mission.
In addition to these two types of aircraft, there is also a group of Army Aviation and Air Force fighter jets protecting them at an altitude of 8,000 to 10,000 meters.
The Army Aviation's J-15 "Dragon Owl" and the J-11 "Nighthawk" are used, while the Air Force's is still the old combination of the J-12 "War Eagle" and the Nighthawk.
At the top of the fleet is an Air Police 2 "Wangtower" early warning aircraft.
This group of joint land and air aircraft groups is hovering above the Great Rift Valley.
Their target should be the First East African Armored Corps on the ground, but they keep spinning in circles.
"Uncle Zhesheng, what are you doing here just asking us to run around in circles?"
Captain Huang Jiawei muttered dissatisfiedly.
In the air battle just now, he scored three hits in a row, using combat missiles, medium-range missiles and machine guns to shoot down one each.
After they went back to fill up the fuel bombs and came back, the superiors asked them to wait here.
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Huang Jiawei was in high spirits right now.
According to his plan, he was planning to gather five results today and join the ranks of aces in one fell swoop.
However, now he could only watch the enemy planes more than a hundred kilometers away.
This made him My heart felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratching me.
"What the heck, you managed to catch three of them, and I'm even more depressed.
Such a good thing is too late to catch up," Major Liu Zhesheng, the captain of the group, said unhappily.
Liu Zhesheng is currently recognized as China's number one air combat master, including the aviation force of the three services.
He has won the Golden Helmet for five consecutive years and has killed many people in many confrontation exercises.
In last year's "Red Flag Military Exercise", Liu Zhesheng even swept the three armies like a tornado.
The J-2 "Raven" was also used to shoot down two Navy J-14 "Short-tailed Eagles".
The J-2 "Raven" was an old-fashioned biplane that was installed in the army before World War I.
It was actually "shot down".
The latest jet fighter.
The result of this victory was such that the entire army was shocked to death, and even China's current number one ace, Jin Haijiang, felt inferior.
General Jin Hai declared that if Liu Zhesheng had been born twenty years earlier, China's number one ace would definitely be him.
Even Wen Desi was so shocked that he said with emotion: "This guy is just a fighting AI, and he's super."
Because his air combat skills are so formidable, in the military, Liu Zhesheng has nicknames including but not limited to "Uncle Zhesheng", "AI Zhesheng", "Super AI", "Uncle AI" and so on.
Because the nickname "ai" was approved by Mr.
Wen, he drew an image of a robot with a square head and a square brain under the canopy of his plane and wrote the four characters "ai Zhesheng" as his personal logo.
But what made Uncle Zhesheng extremely depressed and angry was that he missed the air battle a few hours ago.
Because his girlfriend came to visit relatives a few days ago, he took time off these days to go shopping with her.
When he went on duty today, the headquarters did not arrange a shift for him.
When he learned the news, he hurriedly returned to the airport and saw many comrades and subordinates happily marking their mobile phones with victory marks.
But there is nothing that can be done about the current victory mark on the plane of China's number one air combat master.
He was born late and did not catch up with previous wars.
Although he also went to Spain for gold plating, he was unlucky.
Not a single one was caught.
He must be the most depressed person right now.
"Uncle, why do you think this is happening?
Are you going to fight or not?"
Another pilot interrupted.
"I don't know," Uncle Zhesheng said angrily.
"How do I know what the superiors are thinking?
Let me tell you first.
If there is a fight later, I don't care about anything else.
I will reserve two German jets first.
No one can snatch them from me.
I'm in a hurry."
"Okay, sir" the pilots agreed in unison.
"Uncle Zhesheng, there's already a fight down there."
At this time, a pilot suddenly shouted.
At this moment, Captain Gordon Wan also shouted in the channel: "The Hans Meow numbered 1888 is mine, and no one is allowed to steal it":