The forward positions of the German army on the ground were now in a sea of fire under the wanton bombardment of the "Camel F.1" fighters.

German soldiers, desperately resisting with their weapons, rifles, machine guns and even pistols in their hands, were all used by German soldiers to resist the attacks of these air bandits.

However, this level of anti-aircraft firepower makes their ability to resist air attacks really low. Their concentrated fire could not easily hit any fast and nimble camel fighter.

At the same time as they counterattacked, the German flying team, which rushed to the battlefield at the first time, also launched a battle for air superiority. The first target in front of them was the "Camel F.1" fighters that were attacking the ground.

The pilot of the "Camel F.1", which dived downward, was also willing to pull down the bomb handle to hang under the wings, making his plane bulky and giving it to the guys on the ground. At the same time, their machine guns were constantly spraying tongues of fire into the crowd on the ground, knocking down the German infantry who were firing in the air one by one.

Bombs that broke off their wings slipped out of the air and flew towards the resisting German soldiers, or at a machine gun that spewed tongues of fire at the approaching planes. In the black smoke raised by the violent sound of bombs, there were flying bodies and terrible screams drowned out by the sound of explosions.

Before touching the tanks, this group of people rained down from the sky, delivering thousands of bullets and raining bombs, the German soldiers' most feared death. All this made the red baron Richthofen, who had come to this airspace, furious, and the foul mouth of his mouth showed the anger that he could not hide in his heart.

"Fuck, look at these bastard Brits, what they're doing to our infantry!"

Below, crisscrossing the German fronts, was the black smoke from the explosion of bombs. Richthofen's eyes could also see the German infantry running to avoid the bombardment, and in the distance were hordes of British armored clusters.

"Follow me, let's teach, teach these John Bulls, and the brethren follow me!"

Gesturing to the rest of his squad, Richthofen led his squad into a dive towards the "Camel F.1" fighters below, which were attacking German positions. But they were almost immediately besieged by the "SE.5" type of bucket trappers, which were almost the same height as them.

Immediately, lightning swept through the sky, and the crimson ballistics dragging faint black smoke were staggered, and the German "Fokker Dr.1" rained like the last dead leaf on the branches of a tree in autumn.

"Bastards, these guys, want to run? Which is so easy! ”

The sudden attack of the British "SE.5" plane, hiding in the clouds, greatly angered Richthofen. In particular, these planes disrupted the formation of his squad and shot down a "Fokker Dr. 1".

Annoyed, Richthofen pulled the rudder and his "Fokker Dr.1" slid through a small arc and immediately bit into the back of a "SE.5" that had become a little reckless because of the sneak attack. Richthofen only glanced at the other man, moved the nose slightly, and two 7.7mm machine guns roared.

Shooting relatively accurately during maneuvers is a flying technique that requires some talent. In Richthofen's words – "When you are one with your aircraft, then aiming is not the task of the sight!" It's a feeling, and when you fire, there's probably no chance of the enemy escaping! ”

The series of tracer bullets were like a whip of fire, giving a hard "lesson" to the "SE.5" that had just been successfully attacked, and then the plane immediately burst into thick smoke and flames.

"Shout, you bastard, you've finally tasted amazing!"

Richthofen roared, turning his "Fokker Dr.1" and swooping down viciously on the other "SE.5". Excited by the aerial fight, he shouted indiscriminately, like a pervert who saw a beautiful woman on the street.

"Hey, don't run...... Don't run...... Tell you not to run you, you, you, how are you always disobedient! ”

As the words "you, you, you" came out of his mouth, intermittent bullets continued to fire from the two machine guns. The shouting and screaming in his mouth can't interfere with his cold gaze like a fierce beast seeing its prey, staring at the other party to death, and after only one or two rounds, it will always beat the other party into a volley of fireballs.

Often at this time, his plane will fly in the air with a dazzling series of stunts to express his excitement. His overbearing behavior quickly attracted the attention of the British pilots, and often several planes would immediately come and besiege him.

For the red baron Richthofen, this was not something to be feared. On the contrary, in his eyes, these planes are like the women who pursue him, and he is the man who is most popular with women. He can easily and skillfully sway their laughter, tears, and even their lives.

"Come on! Come on! You sissy ......! ”

With a series of incoherent, but always inseparable, contemptuous lines. He piloted the "Fokker Dr.1" to play new tricks that the other party had never seen before, and took advantage of their admiration for his skillful and wonderful flying maneuvers, and knocked them out of the air one by one.

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What kind of captain leads is what kind of soldier. The guys in the Red Baron Richtfen squad are the same as their captain, and they are all screaming guys who get excited at the first "dogfight".

As a result, the Red Baron led his squad, and after several rounds of rushing left and right in the British "SE.5" group, the "SE.5" was defeated. The remnants of the planes either burrowed into the clouds to take refuge or approached the "Camel F.1" group below. Others ran out of ammunition and simply returned home.

By this time, the British air raids on the ground had stopped, and a flood of tanks and armored vehicles was flooding the German positions on the front line.

The "Camel F.1", which had been acting as an attack aircraft for a while, was finally free to deal with the "Fokker Dr.1" who was wantonly tormenting the "SE.5" in the skies.

This was the first time Richthofen had seen the British "Camel F.1" fighter, and he was extremely keen to observe the performance of the aircraft, and he did not seem to want to blurt out words of praise.

"This kind of aircraft is really good, but it's a pity that the cockpit design is ......"

The pity in Richthofen's mouth was for the closed cockpit that was the envy of all German pilots. At least with that, they wouldn't have to dress as bloated as they did for winter in this weather.

These fighters that pulled up the mechanism from a low altitude to face the German "Fokker Dr.1" that was diving, and it was the British "Camel F.1" that had dropped all its bombs.

They didn't seem to be impressed by the red baron's praising "tsk", and a barrage of bullets was fired from the flames from the nose in response.