Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

On the smoke-filled battlefield in North Africa, the air battle situation suddenly became tense and tragic.

"Damn it, we were ambushed." A British pilot widened his eyes and shouted in horror, his voice sounding particularly harsh amid the roar of the aircraft engine. He stared at the Soviet fighter plane that suddenly appeared like a dark cloud in front of him, and his heart went cold. He never expected to fall into such a desperate situation.

"Oh my god, there are too many of them." The other British pilots around also exclaimed in surprise. They looked at the hundreds of Soviet fighter planes that were densely packed and covered the sky, and their eyes were full of disbelief. Originally, they expected that they would only face a small group of rebels this time, just like the scattered and weak opponents they had encountered in the past. They thought that with the strength of the British army, it would be effortless to destroy them. But the huge lineup of fighter planes in front of them really shocked them. This was completely beyond their psychological expectations.

"Why do they have fighter planes?" A pilot asked loudly with a puzzled look on his face. In their usual understanding, the rebels had no way of having such a powerful air force. This was really too unreasonable, as if everything was out of the war script they were familiar with.

"Are these still rebels?" Someone else couldn't help but shout in a questioning tone. They really couldn't equate the team with many fighter planes in front of them with the poorly organized and poorly equipped rebels in their impression. The scene before them was like an absurd dream, but the reality was so cruelly right in front of them.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Everyone shouted in panic, with panic and bewilderment written all over their faces. The appearance of hundreds of Soviet fighter planes had already caused these British pilots to fall into great panic. Their original mentality of being confident and sure of victory collapsed in an instant, replaced by deep anxiety and fear.

"Avoid, avoid." A British pilot looked at his wingman beside him and shouted anxiously. His eyes were fixed on a Soviet fighter jet that was rushing towards them with great momentum. The fighter jet was like a wild beast that had broken free from its reins, with an unstoppable ferocity that made people shudder.

Da da da! Then, a burst of sharp and piercing machine gun sounds suddenly rang out, and the muzzle of the Soviet fighter jet continued to spit out flames, and bullets rained down on the wingman. In the blink of an eye, the bullets accurately hit the cockpit of the wingman, and the pilot in the cockpit suddenly tilted his body, his head fell down, and he lost consciousness in an instant. The wingman who lost control suddenly began to spin in the air like a headless fly, and fell rapidly towards the ground in a heart-wrenching way. The scene looked extremely heart-wrenching and tragic.

Boom! Not long after, accompanied by a deafening roar, a thick black smoke rose from the ground. The wingman slammed heavily into the ground, instantly raising a large cloud of dust, as if the earth was shaken by the violent impact.

Seeing this scene, a British pilot's eyes turned red with anger, and he glared at the Soviet fighter plane with gnashing teeth, and the anger in his heart suddenly burned up. He pushed the joystick without hesitation, opened the throttle of the fighter plane to the maximum, and drove the plane like an arrow from a string, chasing the Soviet fighter plane at the fastest speed. He secretly swore in his heart that he must avenge his fallen comrades, even if it cost him his own life, and he would never let the enemy get away so easily.

On the ground, the British soldiers also witnessed this thrilling scene in the air. They stood there like they were under a spell, their mouths wide open, and they were so surprised that they couldn't say a word for a long time. Originally, they thought that as long as the air force was dispatched, relying on the British army's advantage in the air, they would be able to easily destroy the artillery positions of the rebels on the opposite side, and then they would be able to turn the tide of the war smoothly. After all, in their view, the rebels have always been vulnerable, and they have never shown any powerful means that can threaten the British army. But who knows, the reality is completely contrary to their imagination. The enemy not only has fighter planes, but the number of these fighter planes is far beyond what they could have imagined before. This huge contrast is really hard for them to accept. They kept muttering in their hearts, when did these rebels become so powerful? What kind of secrets are hidden behind this? What is the Soviet army's plan?

"When did the rebels have such a strong lineup? What exactly does the Soviet army want to do? Do they really want to intervene in North Africa?" The British soldiers looked at each other, and they all saw deep doubts in each other's eyes. Originally, they all took it for granted that these rebels were just some small pawns casually arranged by the Soviet army, just to create some minor troubles for the British army on the battlefield, and they could not cause any big waves. But now it seems that the situation is obviously not that simple. There seems to be a deeper plan behind these rebels, and the strength they have shown has completely exceeded the British army's previous estimates.

"Report the situation here to General Canninn." Colonel George stood on the ground, looking at the tragic scene of fighter planes being shot down in the sky, frowning, his face full of worry, and said in a serious tone. He knew very well that the failure of this air battle would have a great impact on the entire war situation, and he had to let his superiors know the specific situation here as soon as possible so that they could make timely countermeasures.

"Yes." After hearing the order, the subordinate on the side responded hurriedly, then turned around and hurriedly conveyed the message, preparing to report the extremely bad battle situation to General Kan Anning.

In fact, before this subordinate went to report, Admiral Kananning had already learned the results of the air battle through other channels. At this moment, he was sitting in the slightly depressing room of the headquarters, holding a report on the air battle in his hand. His face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it, and his eyes were full of annoyance and anger. Before issuing the order, he did consider the possibility that the enemy might have fighter planes. After all, fighter planes had appeared in the previous Cairo Battle, but the number of those fighter planes was very few at that time, and they did not pose any substantial threat to the British army at all, so they did not take it too seriously. They subconsciously thought that even if the enemy had fighter planes this time, there would be at most a dozen or so, and it would not play a big role in the entire battle situation.

But now, when he learned that there were hundreds of fighter planes, he was stunned. This was really beyond his expectations. It was like a basin of cold water that ruthlessly extinguished his original battle plan and plunged everything into chaos.

"Damn it, there are so many fighter planes, what on earth do they want to do?" Admiral Kananning slammed the table angrily, stood up and paced back and forth in the room, cursing non-stop, frowning even tighter, almost twisted into a knot. Until now, he still hasn't figured out why the Soviet army did this. Are they crazy to intervene in the war in North Africa? Or do they think they have the ability to challenge the British Empire? Have they forgotten what the consequences of challenging the British Empire will be? Admiral Kananning became more and more angry, but no matter how he cursed, he couldn't change the cruel reality in front of him, that is, they really have no way to deal with the other party now. Obviously, the strength shown by these rebels has far exceeded their previous imagination, and they can no longer despise each other as before. They must put away that contempt and treat these rebels seriously and with all their strength.

"Mobilize more soldiers to completely defeat these rebels. Also, report the battle situation here to the Prime Minister. We need more assistance." Admiral Kanning took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and tried to make his tone sound calmer. He knew very well that the current situation had become extremely serious. It would be difficult to win with the existing forces. He had to ask for more support from above to have a hope of reversing this unfavorable situation. "Yes." After hearing the order, the subordinates hurriedly responded loudly, and immediately arranged to mobilize soldiers and report the battle situation to the Prime Minister. For a time, the entire British camp was shrouded in a tense and busy atmosphere, and everyone could deeply feel the seriousness of the situation.

On the other side, Marshal Raeder was in his simple but serious command post, looking at the map on the table and thinking about the next battle plan. At this time, he received the battle report sent by Wang Jun. He took the battle report and read it carefully. He was stunned for a while, with a look of surprise on his face. He really didn't expect the opponent's attack speed to be so fast, far exceeding the expectations in his previous plan. This was really beyond his expectations.

"It seems that we should re-evaluate the opponent's strength." Marshal Raeder shook his head slowly, frowning slightly. He knew very well that the strength shown by the opponent had exceeded his original understanding of it. The previously formulated combat plans might have to be re-examined and readjusted. Otherwise, if they still followed the original plan, they would probably suffer a great loss in the next battle. At that time, it would be even more difficult to save the situation.

In this ever-changing and complicated war situation, Marshal Raeder initially thought that the other side was just a relatively strong force. He felt that although the other side had certain strength, it was still within the controllable and predictable range.

However, as the situation continued to develop, the opponent repeatedly demonstrated unexpected strength and rapid offensive momentum. Now it seems that the situation is completely different from what was previously expected.

Faced with such changes, Marshal Raeder knew that he could no longer look at the other side with the old perspective and attitude. He must keep pace with the times and adopt a new and matching attitude.

Moreover, he even thought about it in the longer term, and felt that if the necessary critical moment came, he might as well try to work together with the other party.

After all, as far as the German army itself is concerned, the North African region does not have much interest worth their deep involvement and full efforts in the overall strategic layout, and their eyes are more focused on other important strategic directions. However, looking at the other side, all signs show that the other side is obviously very interested in North Africa, and it seems that there are many plans and layouts here.

Of course, these are just personal ideas in Marshal Raeder's mind. As for whether cooperation can be achieved in the end, it is still subject to many external factors and depends on the subsequent development of the situation, which is another matter.

At this moment, Lieutenant General Lütjens looked solemn, his eyes revealing insight into the current situation, and suddenly said: "Your Excellency Marshal, I'm afraid we need to share some of the pressure for them." He knew very well that in this battle, the other side was now facing considerable pressure, and if the German army wanted to occupy an advantageous position in this complex situation, or wanted to establish a better and more stable relationship with the other side, then extending a helping hand and helping to share some of the pressure at the appropriate time would undoubtedly be a wise and necessary choice.

After hearing what Lieutenant General Lütjens said, Marshal Raeder nodded slightly with a look of approval on his face. He agreed with Lieutenant General Lütjens' suggestion from the bottom of his heart.

In his opinion, since the other side has fully demonstrated its outstanding performance and strong strength through actual actions, the German side must naturally show something and show a certain sincerity. Only in this way can the two sides have better interaction and cooperation in the face of various complex situations and jointly deal with the British army, which will be more conducive to the German army to achieve its strategic goals in the entire war.

"Notify the Italian and French fleets to prepare to bombard the port. Remember to have the battleships fire, and the rest of the warships move around. Pay attention to the British coastal defense artillery." Marshal Raeder looked ahead with deep eyes, as if he had already seen the fierce naval battle that was about to unfold, and reminded in a steady and serious tone.

He knew very well that the port was an extremely critical strategic location for the British army. Bombarding it would undoubtedly cause a considerable blow to the British army, effectively distract the British army's attention and alleviate the pressure currently faced by the other side.

At the same time, the battleships were arranged to be responsible for firing because they had powerful firepower output capabilities and could cause great damage to port targets at a long distance. The remaining warships were allowed to move around in order to ensure the maneuverability and flexibility of the entire fleet, allowing them to flexibly avoid the attacks of British coastal defense artillery and avoid unnecessary losses, thereby maximizing the safety and effectiveness of the fleet in the bombardment operations.

"Yes." After hearing the order, the subordinates immediately straightened up and answered loudly, then turned around quickly and hurried to convey the order, arranging the Italian and French fleets to make various preparations for the bombardment according to the requirements. The entire German command system became busy in an instant, and everyone was ready for the upcoming bombardment. (End of this chapter)