Chapter 7

Fierce battle with Thames

The rare London sky without haze is entangled with fighter jets and machine guns roaming around, with a glorious blood color...

The Fokker e5 three-wing fighter, painted with German iron cross, swept low across the turbid Thames River. The Gothic steeplechase is piled with dormitory windows, convex belly windows, corner towers and square chimney palaces, brick-red exterior walls and multiple herringbone slopes, as well as countless British lofts and post-industrial gray buildings. After crossing the Tower Bridge, which was built in 1886, the raid crew has arrived over Greater London.

The wooden fuselage rubbed against the air and trembled violently, which always made people worry that it would disintegrate on its own at some point. Otto Strathor, who was less than nineteen years old, held the joystick tightly and muttered in his mouth, trying to relieve the nervousness of the rookie when he "breaks".

The simple cross sight has locked a camel fighter 150 meters away, although the maximum flight speed can reach 131 km/h AV

The pilot of the O-504 two-seat fighter tried his best to get rid of the hunter, but the Fokker e5 fighter, which has a technical advantage, can always easily bite his opponent.

"It's it!" The delicate tremor followed the wooden body and sent to the palm of the pilot Otto Strathor's palm, which was covered in cold sweat. The cold wind poured into the gap in the canvas skin above the cockpit like a knife. The purple ribbon tied to Hanna-Xoer was raised, and the sound of howling in his ears was everywhere. Otto Strathor's face was red and his breathing was rapid. His fingers that were buckled on the machine gun firing button were hesitated for a moment, and then he made up his mind.

Just in this flash of lightning, a string of extremely gorgeous flames emerged from the direction of the oblique thorn, and another hungry Fokker e5 floated by, easily plundering the fruit of victory that Otto Strathor was about to obtain.

The Mic-flag fighter that was shot was like an insignificant toy. The right wing peeled off from the fuselage and a raging fire ignited, spinning at high speed to hit the dusk London. Perhaps the fire detonated the built-in fuel tank of the plane. This fighter, which was built in 1913, fell to the mortal world with the flight speed worth mentioning. Under the notes of tens of thousands of Londoners in the British Empire, he bumped into a dilapidated gray building.

"Wow! The fourth plane, my title of 'Ace Pilot' is about to be obtained!" Hanna-Xiao patted the fuselage heavily and roared at the strong wind and swaying that was coming to his face.

In sharp contrast to Hanna-Xiao's happy mood, the tragedy of the Rice Flag is like a sharp knife, which is cut into the hearts of the proud Londoners.

"Oh, God!" The residents of London who silently prayed and blessed the blue sky warriors of the British Empire exclaimed repeatedly. The children were frightened by the explosion and cried loudly. The old man held the mottled corners and couldn't breathe smoothly. The passionate girls were already tearful and dared not see the miserable situation in front of them. The fearless young man rushed towards the collision site like crazy, picking up anything that could put out the fire and rescue, and rushed to the place where the plane fell in vain.

The British naturally had their stubborn and strong side to achieve the glory of the empire with a short distance. The extremely sad and angry London police and residents with gun licenses drew out police revolvers and hunting rifles, and pulled out guns and fired at the Folk e5 three-wing fighter who was hunting Kingdom fighters unscrupulously in the sky.

The pistol and shotgun with a slow speed and a near range could not threaten Hanna-Xiao's landline. Hanna-Xiao, who was wearing purple ribbons, controlled his plane to pass by the low ground AV.

o-504 location, express condolences to the martyrs in the sky.

When the great Purple Baron pulled the nose, he ran into the miserable face with the fruit of victory stolen.

"Otto Strathus, it's not that I'm too cruel, but that I'm afraid you have a psychological shadow..." Looking at the subordinate who was about to cry, Hanna Shaw touched his nose awkwardly, regardless of Otto Strathus, who was more than a hundred meters away, couldn't help but hear his pretentious and unnecessary confession, and explained with a wry smile.

"Despicable guy! I'm going to report to Miss Lukner, and expose your trick of secretly attending the aristocratic lady's ambiguous salon with your fiancée on your back!"

Otto Strathor understood Hanna Shaw's desire for results. Hanna Shaw became famous in the Battle of Jutland. As the new hero of the empire and the media darling, he is known as the King of the submarines who destroyed the fast battleship of the USS War-Feedigan, and the tragic assassin Gunther Lütjens of the Mudros Bay raid.

Although Hanna-Xiao became the "king of the sky" of newspaper people and the great "Purple Baron", the young man knew how lucky and pale he had fought the British main battleship with a wrench and a hammer in the Battle of Jutland, killed a British deputy captain, and injured several British sailors. He also needed more results that could be achieved.

Even though Otto Strathor understood Hanna-Xiao's inhumane behavior of seizing food, he was angry and still cursed "shameless", while planning to use the fierce Count Lukner to revenge Hanna-Xiao, while turning the opportunity to find the next opponent.

The squadron leader's snatch of food had already made Otto Strathor extremely sad, and the bloody reality made the young man even more desperate: in just five or six minutes, six planes of the Royal Air Service Team, which intercepted the Imperial Raid Group, had been harvested like a cut of melons and vegetables by his comrades.

Twenty Foxconn Fighter e5 fighters of the German Special Flight Squadron broke out in two small-scale air combat and one large-scale air combat with the British interceptor fleet on the road of rushing. The wonderful performance of the Foxconn Fighter, whether it was the Imperial Army, the largest buyer of the Foxconn Fighter, or the founder of the Foxconn Fighter, even their craziest and most rampant fantasy, did not expect it to be able to turn the sky in a foreign country, achieving the "Foxconn disaster" over the Thames on April 29, 1915.

The first thing that became the "dead soul" of the Fokker fighter jet was the two Short 184 seaplanes patrolling and reconnaissance along the Thames coastline. Although the Short-184 seaplanes were generally equipped with the Royal Navy, in addition to the take-off weight against the sky and the slightly abnormal endurance in 1915, this bulky big guy was almost useless, so it was nicknamed the "big kite" by British pilots.

The Mi-shaped flag met the Iron Cross. The Schott 184 seaplane, which had no time to react, was knocked down by the Folk E5, and the two seaplanes were beaten to disintegrate.

Before approaching the Tower Bridge in London, the lowest of the Thames, the attacking aircraft group was once again intercepted by three British squadrons, a total of 12 fighter jets. The battle broke out at the top of the horn-shaped estuary of the Thames River, and about 10,000 London citizens watched the encounter throughout the whole process.

The Londoners, who have always had a clear distinction between love and hate, just sent out the most pious blessings and the most vicious curse, and the British interceptors were swallowed up by the Germans that were rushing to eat and flocking to them.

If Britain is considered a first-class behemoth in the ocean, then its army can only be described as lackluster. As for the sky, it did not belong to the British Empire before 1916.

Due to artificial shortsightedness, the British developed the Air Force for quite a short time. It was not until 1912 that the British established the Royal Flying Team, composed of the Army Air Wing and the Navy Air Wing, and had the first established Air Force Wing. Until the outbreak of World War I, the British aircraft manufacturing industry was still in a bleak state. The total number of the Army and Navy was less than 56 aircraft, and the models of the aircraft were also varied.

The late development time was not the only shortcoming of the British Air Force. Newton was born. The British people of Faraday seemed to be more emotional than rational. They were more accustomed to using figurative thinking but formed flight squadrons. As a result, fighter jets with complex models and different performances began to be mixed, which was almost catastrophic for the combat efficiency of the flight squadrons. Furthermore, the low production capacity of the British aircraft manufacturing industry was outrageous. Until the end of 1916, the domestic aircraft production in Britain still could not keep up with demand and consumption, and could only be imported from France.

When the British pilot who was still thinking about the machine gun was still firing the machine gun, the British quickly panicked. Before they could get close to each other, four slow-flying single-seat fighters were killed by the Germans. The elites of the Royal Flight Team turned the nose and increased their power to escape. Although the high-speed performance of the Folk E5 was not good and carried 150 kilograms of bombs, two slow-flying British fighters were left behind.

With the experience of the first two times, the last wave of air combat was somewhat calm. After the Fokker E5 machine gun fired, the fighter with unstraight legs was beaten to death. The remaining high-speed aircraft increased the throttle and fled, and the German Navy Air Force once again won a considerable victory.

Although the fuel has been consumed a lot, the door to Greater London has been opened to the young German Navy Air Force. The elites of the special flight squadron have set up their knives and forks to open the bloody mouth. At this moment, an accident happened.

When the fleet flew over the river channel that emitted the pungent smell of the industrial era, a fire suddenly appeared in a small forest by the river.

"It's a pounding cannon!" Hanna-Xiao changed his face.

Because the so-called pounding cannon is the British 1-pound cannon, which adopts a 37mm metric system and is equipped with a high-elevation bracket, which is the famous Maxim machine gun amplified version. Thanks to the painful lessons of the Boer war, the British Navy and Army equipped this weapon in large quantities. For example, the British Navy purchased a large number of 1-pound cannons and named them the mk1 and mk2 pounding cannons for small ships that kill opponents at close range, detect balloons and airships, and the Army also used a large number of these high-fire and lethal weapons, mainly used for air defense and ground fire support.

A ball of black smoke exploded over the Fokker fighter flying at a low altitude. After the war started, Otto Strathor's plane, which had nothing to do, was hit by several whistling shells. The three-layer wooden wings immediately splashed out countless broken canvas skins, fragmented wood chips and thick black smoke, swirling towards the river.

"Strather!" Hanna Shaw's heart trembled, and he wanted to stretch out his hands to grab OttoStrather's landline.

With a roar, an extremely dazzling flame burst out from the river surface full of stench. The quality of the soldiers forced Hanna Xiao, who was frightened and angry, to calm down, and there was no time to record the crash site. As the captain of the special flight squadron, he still had a more cruel mission to complete.

Hanna-Xiao had red eyes and gritted his teeth and dived towards the river. The machine gun at the nose opened fire at his own people. With Hanna-Xiao's low roar, bullets hit the wreckage of Otto Strathor's landlines that were burning on the river, destroying mechanical parts, canvas skins, wood ammunition and subordinates' bodies together.

Breathing with the increasingly intense and choking smell of gunpowder, Hanna-Xiao finally pushed the joystick and allowed the plane to climb to a high altitude. The British's anti-aircraft firepower was indeed fierce, but as long as Hanna-Xiao increased the flight altitude, he could get rid of the annoying pounding cannon.

As an enlarged version of the Maxim machine gun, although the bang bang cannon has a considerable rate of fire, it is targeted at slow-flying airships and reconnaissance balloons. For fighters with far faster flight speeds than airships, the bang bang is slightly weak. Furthermore, the bang bang does not have a special shotgun, and the existing bullet body can easily penetrate the canvas skin of the aircraft without explosion. Finally, although the bang bang's range exceeds 4,500 yards, the initial speed is only 367 meters.

In seconds, the flight trajectory is low, so it is difficult to deal with high-altitude targets.

The fleet climbed rapidly, and the British anti-aircraft artillery positions were quickly left behind. After passing an iron bridge again, the fleet had already penetrated the Thames River, and Hanna-Xiao lowered the flight altitude of the fighter and fired a signal flare of "free fire".

On the river where the Thames is not open, several ships of less than a thousand tons are evacuating.

"It's too late!" Hanna-Xiao smiled coldly, slowly lowered the flight altitude, and threw three 50 kilogram bombs in succession.

These civilian oil tankers are equipped with air defense firepower, so the Fokker three-wing fighter, which is temporarily guest-playing bombers, can bomb their prey at low altitude. The aviation bombs converted from the stock gun pointed armor-piercing shells burst out one after another on the river, and look down from a high altitude, it feels quite magnificent. Unfortunately, it is 1915, and low-altitude bombing is still a gamble of character, and the goddess of luck does not favor Hanna-Xiao as always.

"Brothers, I have to return, I wish you good luck!"

The young Baron Purple's face was filled with unconcealed disappointment. The young man turned his head and looked at the little smoke rising from the right wing of the landline, and smiled bitterly and typed the sign language "I'm the first to retreat."

"I wish Hanna-Xiao good luck..."
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