"Red Sixteen, watch behind you."

"I can't see him, where is he."

"Haha, fuck fuck bastard...... Yes! Do me a favor. I was bitten. ”

"Attention the whole squadron, start performing, let's go."

"It's the Blue Seven, I'm leaving, damn British."

"Keep your speed and don't get too close. Hell, Green Squad, where are you going? ”

The noisy shouts of German pilots were constantly heard in the headphones, but now no one cared about anyone. Lunders slammed the cāo rod to the right and made a nice roll again, and a few strings of bright tracer bullets flew almost past the cockpit canopy.

It seems that the guy in the back is really difficult to deal with, that Spitfire has been following Rendes closely for a minute, and no matter how Rendes maneuvers and flies, he just can't shake off that tail. The Spitfire would have fired whenever it had the chance, and if it hadn't been for Rundes' quick reflexes, he would have almost hit it several times.

Now the sky over Dunker has been completely disrupted, and all the long planes, wingmen, small formations, squadrons, have all been broken up. The British and German pilots had forgotten the rules of tactics and were now simply mechanical cāo riding their planes and attacking the nearest enemy plane. There was no coordination, no tricks, only technical killings. Those with good skills win, and those with poor skills go to hell.

Whether it's a Spitfire or a Challenger Hurricane, every British fighter is now fighting to preserve the last vestige of the British Air Force, and the pilots of the German Messerschmitt 109 and 110 are now facing an enemy that is more crazy and difficult than ever. Although the firepower and numbers of German fighters prevailed, the battle was still very difficult.

The Hurricanes were no match for the 109 in every sense of the word, but they persisted in getting entangled with the German fighters. White phosphorus incendiary bombs played an important role in the aerial slaughter, and the canvas-skinned British fighter jets were often smashed into a ball of fire by the bullets and shells. The British pilots who were hit in the engine room were even more miserable, burned alive in their own's seat, or dragged their flaming bodies and flaming umbrellas like stones into the dark waters of Dunkerk Harbor.

Even more pitiful were the three squadrons of gulls, which were too heavy to be considered fighters, and their job was to deal with the more bulky German bombers, and the four machine guns in its machine gun tower were still capable of dealing with those German bombers. But what they didn't expect was that their opponents were all elite fighters, and as a result, fifteen minutes after the start of the air battle, there were only three such planes left in the air, and the mutilated body of the big gull was scattered all over the port area.

The Challenger suffered even more losses, and the German pilots were trained to recognize the decoy from a distance of a thousand meters, only to be greeted with cannons from outside its range, and none of the Challenger pilots had a chance to escape, as their planes were torn apart or exploded into a fireball in mid-air.

The only fighter that can compete with the German fighters is the Spitfire, and in any respect, the Spitfire is now the only fighter that can surpass Messerschmitt in terms of performance. Although the gap between the two sides is not large, it is enough to threaten the survival of ME109.

However, the German fighters were on the side of the air battle, they flew from a nearby airfield, they had plenty of fuel, and they could withdraw to the airfield at any time to rest. And the British took off from several airfields in the interior of England, flew continuously for a long time, and already had a little fatigue. And now it is fighting in the area controlled by the enemy, and there is a kind of psychological obstacle. The long flight distances have shortened their stay in the airspace, and as a result, they have to keep an eye on the amount of fuel they have to keep in place to fly back to the British mainland.

So at the very beginning of the battle, the British pilots remained in a passive state. In the first encounter, more than a dozen fighters of various styles were shot down in succession. The blood of his colleagues finally sobered up the British fighter pilots a little. They now finally understood that it didn't matter whether they had fuel or not and whether they were in enemy airspace, and that if they didn't fight hard, the Luftwaffe would kill them all on the sea.

The training of the British in peacetime is also very strict, and they have a very practical set of air combat tactics and air combat skills. When the British Air Force began to take the German fighters seriously, the losses of the Germans began. The British two-plane formations skillfully coordinated with each other to carry out a series of effective attacks on the German four-plane formations.

At the beginning, the pilots of both sides took out all their skills to conduct regular group air battles. But the good times were short-lived, because the combat space was too small, those tactical coordination quickly turned into aimless mutual impacts, and those decoy flights were found to be death-seeking in front of the equally elite enemy. Both sides carried out assaults aimed at breaking up each other's air combat formations and formations, and after the fighters of both sides paid a considerable price to each other, a full-fledged melee finally began.

The pilots on both sides were already red-eyed by this time. Even the air commanders on both sides lost their cool heads. The fierce battle, the scattered wreckage, the exploding fireballs, the fiery tracer bullets, the crazy adrenaline secretion made the pilots too excited to control themselves, and the only thing left in their minds was the ingrained technology, the killing technology. Their cold, delicate cāo indulged in the war machines that were flying up and down in the air, with nothing left in their minds but how to destroy their opponents, and they called out to their companions to take down the lone enemy, and they stared coldly at the target in the aperture with bloodthirsty eyes. Now in the eyes of these pilots, those are just targets, and the ones who fly them are just some goddamn beasts, because he is a part of the beasts himself.

The rules of the air knights of World War I had been completely trampled upon, and the aiming points of each side had begun to move towards the cockpit of the other, and the German pilots had taken the blowing of each other's fuel tanks as the only evidence that the other side had been shot down. The battle raged fiercely at all heights and in all sorts of ways, the helpless screams of their companions from the headphones made the pilots' murderous hearts even stronger, and the mournful roars of the machine guns and cannons made the blood of the heavenly ladies boil.

There is no fear, no mercy, no justice, no evil, only primitive killing.

Defending their honor was the only reason they could console themselves, but all the pilots knew in their hearts that what they needed now was fire and blood, and that only those things could satisfy their hearts. The engine roared wildly, the shells rained down from the holes, the tracer bullets roared out of the muzzle, the enemies in front of them trembled in a storm of bullets, the shattered skin and shell of the plane whizzed past them, and then with a roar, the damned dirty enemy exploded into a fireball or a tumbling torch in front of him and disappeared from view, a wave of extreme satisfaction filled his whole body, and that pleasure drove him to start looking around for his next target, And repeat it again until you become the target of someone else's satisfaction.

When the first German reinforcements arrived on the battlefield, the whole battlefield became even more chaotic. The new forces were drawn into this frantic battle before they could understand what was going on, and at first the new squadrons wanted to maintain their formation and use tactics. As a result, after two minutes, their commander understood that it was a pipe dream. When the losses of those squadrons began to appear, the newcomers threw themselves into the aerial slaughter with even greater enthusiasm.

The pilots who joined later were even crazier than the pilots who had already been on the battlefield until now, perhaps because they were extremely angry with the British when they first entered the battlefield. The British blew up a ME109 at that time, and the Spitfire chased the ME109, which was wounded just after entering the battle, to a low altitude. This method of killing was actually used by both sides fifteen minutes earlier, but the squadrons that followed did not know it, and as a result, the cruelty of the British angered the young pilots, and the air combat became even more bloody and cruel than before they came.

Then the second batch of RAF fighters arrived, and they were treated in the same way by the Germans. And so the crazy cycle continued. When the first squadron to return from the battlefield refueled and reloaded with ammunition and returned to the battlefield, some pilots on both sides had already begun to give up the right to parachute, and as long as their planes could still fly long, they would not hesitate to use ramming tactics against nearby enemy planes. This is due to the fact that both sides have completely put aside the word morality at this time and have begun to shoot the pilot who parachuted.

Now the skies over Dunkersk have become an arena for a contest between the air forces of the two countries. The Germans had originally come to destroy the British Air Force, which had been dispatched to cover their retreat. Although he had expected that his fighter would be intercepted by the Luftwaffe, what he did not expect was that the Luftwaffe was completely targeting his aircraft, and all the troops sent were elite fighter units that had experienced a lot of battles. And the German bomber units that he had expected did not appear at all at the beginning. What he didn't expect was that his air force pilots lost their minds as soon as they entered that bloody battlefield, and they were now in a mess with German fighters, completely forgetting their original mission, and even the air commander was involved.

Since the German bombers had not yet appeared, in order to seize air supremacy in Dunkelke, under Churchill's strict orders, Douding had to put the British valuable elite flying teams into battle one after another. As a result, the German bombers attacked the naval battleships at low altitude as soon as the first batch of reinforcements arrived in Britain and the latter group was still on the way. By the time the British Air Force found out, the battleships had already been torpedoed and were already floating on the surface of the sea like dead fish, smoking, and the bombers who had successfully attacked had already withdrawn to their airfields with full power, and only a downed bomber still floating on the surface of the sea became a testament to the perfect German attack.

Dowding now hated the Navy, and before the Navy could figure out what to do with the wounded battleships, he had to send more fighters to protect the badly wounded battleships. They demanded that the Air Force now have to prevent the wounded ships from being sunk, and if the Navy could not find a way to rescue them, then the Air Force would have to sink the ships that were still floating in the ships and prevent them from being towed away by the Germans as trophies.

Two British elite air squadrons were sent to Dunkelke, this time not to cover the retreat of the British expeditionary forces, which had already been abandoned at the moment when the naval warships were destroyed. Their task was to cover the seriously wounded ships.

The tragic situation of the fighter squadron withdrawn from Dunkerk gave Dowding an idea of the strength of the Germans, and only thirty percent of the fighters from the sortie returned, and this was still the Spitfire and Hurricane squadrons, while all other fighter squadrons were left in Dunkerke.

Several surviving squadron leaders reported to him on the bloodiness of the battle, as well as the madness and ferocity of the Germans. Judging from their reports, more than 60 German flying wings had already appeared in the skies over Dunkerke, which showed that their fighter units were fighting against two Luftwaffe air units.

He already knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for his air force to regain air supremacy in that port, and the little strength that his air force that had suffered heavy losses would also be consumed in this cover operation, although new planes were beginning to be replenished into his troops in a steady stream, but Dowding was angry at the thought of the elite pilots lost for this stupid plan, and this kind of loss was simply irreparable in a short period of time. He just wanted to get rid of this burden and get out of this damn trap now.

So Dowding gritted his teeth and sent those two elite Hurricane squadrons, and then he ordered all the fighters who were now in the sky over Dunkerke to immediately retreat from the enemy. Dowding is ready to use the sacrifices of these two Hurricane squadrons to silence all those who want to mobilize the Air Force again, and it is worth it for Dowding to sacrifice two squadrons to keep the remaining dozen or so elite Spitfire squadrons.

An hour later, over the port of Dunkirk, the last Hurricane was torn to shreds by a group of red-eyed German fighters.

The Luftwaffe won the final victory in the air field of Dunkelke.

Although they also paid a heavy price, it was nothing for the British Air Force to pay for it, because at that moment, in the hearts of all Europeans, the honor and pride of the Royal Air Force of the British Empire, the prestige of the most powerful air force in all Europe, sank deep into the English Channel with the fragments of that hurricane.

The Luftwaffe proved themselves completely unstoppable with their blood and steel, and to challenge them was to have the consciousness of being torn to shreds.

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