November 25th.

Obiying,

Ernan.

At the end of November, it was already deep winter, and it was a cold season.

Mosco was frozen for thousands of miles, and the ice and snow in the northwest of Shanxi Province were during this period.

However, the British Empire, which is located in the oceanic temperate broad-leaved forest zone, is not cold at this time, and the cold current from the Arctic Ocean does not envelop the British Empire, so the average temperature is still above freezing.

Obviously, it is almost the same as Mosco in latitude, and it is much closer to the Arctic Circle than the northwest of Jin, but the climate is one day and one place.

It has to be said that the British Empire is blessed.

"Damn it."

In the evening, Christ, an ordinary citizen of the British Empire, who had returned from the bomb shelter, looked at his house, first dumbfounded, and then reacted, and began to be angry, hysterically scolding:

"How so?!"

"Is the Air Force all a bunch of rubbish?"

“····”

A series of unscrupulous, incoherent scolding and scolding can be easily heard, and the owner of the voice is emotionally out of control because he can't accept reality.

Everyone looked over and immediately understood why Cleist was so devastated.

In front of him, destroying the house of Cleist,

It's an airplane.

To be precise, it was a crashed jet fighter that directly crashed into his room, and looking at the debris, it was still a jet of his own.

The pilot didn't seem to have time to parachute.

The fuel on the plane ignited the entire house, and there was no need to rescue it, and it was all burned to ashes.

"Recently there have been more and more enemy fighters, and the Jolson house has also been damaged by the downed plane, but it is German."

A group of neighbors muttered, leaving here to stop watching the excitement.

When encountering this kind of thing, you can only admit bad luck.

Even if it is damaged by the crash of their own plane, they can only swallow the bitter fruit by themselves, and the government will not help, at most distribute some necessary daily necessities and materials, plus a tent, and can only repair the house on its own.

But...

I don't feel the need to fix it.

Otherwise, it would have been a lot of fun to drop a bomb on a German plane that had just been repaired and then flew around, or simply dropped another plane wreckage.

"I knew I would have gone over there, at least it's safe, it's getting more and more dangerous here."

After a long time, Cleist, who sat down on the ground and calmed down, sighed deeply, and then he shivered, tightened his cotton clothes, and left here.

The British Empire was bombed by the Germans, and even dropped tens of billions of butterfly mines, but at first there were not many bombs in Ernan, after all, it was mainly agricultural, and the industry was very poor, and there were few bombing targets.

The mustache simply ignored this.

By the time the mustache had flattened the rest of the British Empire for more than half a year, and set his sights on Ernan, Qiu Fatzi had already joined forces with Luo Cripple to build a perfect air defense system in Ernan, and a large number of American military camps were established, with a large caliber anti-aircraft cannon lined up, radars spread all over the coastline cities, and the newly formed jet combat power was also stationed here.

Anyway, there really isn't anything to bomb here.

The essence of the British Empire accumulated over hundreds of years is in England, Scotland, and Wales.

As for gliding bombs, the range of this thing is also tens of kilometers, although it can dodge anti-aircraft guns, but it is still within the interception range of fighters, and the bombing accuracy is really indescribable, it is okay to bomb large cities, tens of thousands of them are dropped, enough to form a destructive force, but the empty wilderness of Ernan is really not suitable. As for military bases, important factories, such bombs with an accuracy of starting from ten kilometers and more than fifty kilometers are also completely unsuitable.

With the American jet fighters in service on a large scale and the Ninth Air Force stationed here, there was almost no large-scale bombing in Ernan, only a small number of bombers dropped some gliding bombs at night at super high altitudes.

Therefore, at this time, Ernan was a safe area of the British Empire.

A large number of people have poured in, a large number of military bases have been established here, tens of thousands of military camps, millions of soldiers are stationed here, and millions of tons of supplies are transferred here.

This was the forward base of the Western Front.

Supplies transfer station.

Otherwise, relying on transportation from the mainland of the United States, the millions of troops on the Western Front will not be able to obtain stable supplies at all.

Naturally, the mustache was well aware of this, and although he gave up the bombing with heavy losses, he was also constantly sending fighter units to engage the American Ninth Air Force stationed in Ergun, the British Empire jet fighter unit, in an attempt to annihilate the British and American jet fighter units.

It reached its peak with the massive service of jet fighter pilots, especially after November, when the Grand League was initially completed and other client states began to be allowed to enlist.

Every day, the skies over the British Empire are bustling with activity.

Especially during the bombing, it can be called a group of demons dancing wildly, and each time, the two sides lost more than 100 jet fighters at least.

The destroyed fighter jets, like meteors falling, are spectacular.

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November 25th.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

A military airfield around a small county town in Ernan, the 3rd Jet Fighter Group of the Royal Air Force of the British Empire, the 97th Flying Squadron.

"How many people are back?"

Squadron Commander Lieutenant Colonel Glefu looked at the squadron staff officer on the side.

Thanks to abundant supplies.

With sufficient fuel and other military supplies from the mainland on the other side, sufficient food, a full set of basic materials such as steel bars and cement, and sufficient propeller planes from the mainland, the British were able to go all out to build up a contingent of pilots.

All-Commonwealth and Colonies recruiting pilots,

And then

Relax the conditions for enlistment, reduce the training time, halve the theoretical training, fill up the direct practical training, and relax the training reduction requirements.

After a series of means, the number of pilots in the British Empire increased several times, and then extracted the elite part from it to form jet fighter pilots, because of the lack of jet fighters, it is naturally impossible to follow the previous training mode here, and can only follow the old rules, veterans lead new recruits, step by step to familiarize themselves with jets.

Fortunately, the British Empire has a deep heritage and abundant high-end human resources, so at present, every jet fighter squadron is fully manned, and each squadron is equipped with twenty-four pilots.

Although the abundant jet fighters from Millikan cannot be used for training and consumption in the same way as the low-end propeller training planes purchased by the mainland on the other side, they are still sufficient to meet the needs of combat troops.

Naturally, each jet squadron was armed with twenty-four jet fighters, and even four spare fighters.

"Twenty-three people took off, thirteen people came back, and four of them were injured in parachuting."

The staff officer paused for a moment before answering the squadron leader's question.

Because the combat intensity was too high, the Royal Air Force command organized the flight units into three groups as squadrons, which participated in the battle, prepared for battle, and repaired, and today it was their squadron that faced the German fighters.

"Thirteen."

Squadron Leader Lieutenant Colonel Glefu was stunned for a long time.

"Hey..."

He didn't say anything, just sighed deeply.

Twenty-three people took off in the morning, but now, including him, only thirteen flew back.

It's already nine o'clock in the night, and the pilots are all equipped with signal transmitters, and if they survive the parachute jump, they will definitely contact the base or be searched and rescued, after all, this is the British Empire itself.

There is still no news, indicating that the others are basically more than lucky.

"The gap between our planes and the enemy is too great."

The staff officer on the side couldn't help but say.

Although both sides are jet fighters, like the Spitfire and the Hurricane, there is a gap between the same jet fighters, and the gap between the American-made jet fighters and the Germans is not the difference between the Spitfire and the Hurricane.

If you just talk about performance, in fact, you can just say that, although there is a gap in the performance of the enemy jet fighter, but it has not reached the point of despair, and it can still fight, but if you add the failure rate and stability, it is completely two aircraft.

He had never seen a German jet fighter break down in battle.

Not once.

And on their own side, before take-off every day, there are some problems, like their squadron, twenty-four fighters, plus three spare planes, only twenty-three fly.

Then, not long after takeoff, one of them was forced to return due to a malfunction.

According to a report by the General Staff, nearly one-third of all jet fighters lost due to malfunctions were an extremely frightening figure.

"No way, we can only ····· like this"

Squadron Leader Lieutenant Colonel Glefu sighed again.

The old American technology is not good, and the jets built are not as good as the Germans.

In order to reduce the performance gap between the two fighter planes, the United States has had to use a lot of immature technology, especially engines, and more than two-thirds of the failures are caused by engines.

"I've already reported that the new pilot will be sent tomorrow morning, and the additional fighter jets will be sent over tomorrow."

The staff officer continued.

"New Pilot..."

Squadron Leader Lieutenant Colonel Glefu frowned even more.

Why do you lose ten pilots in just one battle? Fighter performance is a very important factor, and a major factor is the lack of pilot experience.

Although the pilots who come to the jet squadron have at least three or four hundred hours of flying experience, jet planes and propeller planes are completely different, both in terms of theoretical knowledge and operating habits, they are completely different, even if they are propeller fighter aces, it will take a long time to master jet fighters.

What's more, most of the pilots assigned to him were newly trained.

As for the experienced group of propeller pilots who fought at the front, the front-line troops would not let go at all, and of course, a significant part of these people were not willing to run over and fight the Germans.

"How many days will our next war be?"

Squadron Leader Lieutenant Colonel Glefu asked.

"Seven days later!"

The staff officer replied.

The squadron leader's brow furrowed deeply.

As the Germans intensified their offensive, this time had been reduced from fifteen days to seven days. In other words, he needed to familiarize pilots who had flown jets only a few times in just seven days.

It's almost impossible to do.

Unless he can let go of his hands and feet and let these pilots be yo jet training, flying six or seven hours a day, but it's impossible.

The other side.

An airfield for the Ninth Air Force of the United States.

A lieutenant colonel of the American Army Aviation also frowned deeply when he looked at the flight team that had been reduced by nearly one-third of its personnel.

The situation in the United States is much better than in the United Kingdom.

The large contingent of flight academies in China has given the Americans abundant human resources and more time to train new pilots, but because the losses are too serious, they also face the problem of insufficient training of jet fighter pilots.

Fifty steps and a hundred steps only.

Then the entry of poorly trained pilots into the war aggravated combat losses, which in turn exacerbated the shortage of skilled pilots.

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November 26.

Early morning.

An airport on the European continent.

"Pay attention to the throttle stick, jet fighter and propeller are different, to...

Senior instructors from Germany's elite flying units were explaining the essentials of jet operation, and the two dozen or so new pilots listened carefully, and judging from their appearances, these new pilots seemed to be from Central Europe.

"Remember what I said, understand it during your flight, and jump directly when you have a problem."

After the explanation, the instructor directly let the group of novices sit on the fighter jets in the airport on the side.

Ten minutes later, more than two dozen jet fighters took off one after another, and although they were like faltering babies at first, all of them successfully completed the take-off, and after takeoff, they were quick and skilled in various movements, and many of them also played difficult maneuvers.

Obviously, these pilots, although new to jet fighters, all have considerable flying experience.

Just when these novices were training in the sky, a staff officer walked into the training ground and said to the instructor:

"By order of the General Staff, our squadron will enter the battlefield in twenty-one days."

"Twenty-one days later!?"

This Prussian ace frowned.

His squadron had only been exposed to jet aircraft for less than a day, which meant that they had only twenty-two days left for training.

"That's too short!"

The Prussian ace instructor was dissatisfied:

"Although a large number of actual aircraft training can be carried out, 22 days is not enough for pilots to master the performance of jet fighters, and it takes at least one and a half months."

"This is General Kesselring's order."

The staff officer shook his head:

"The loss of front-line pilots is much greater than we expected, and pilots are urgently needed on the front."

"But don't worry too much."

Seeing that the ace instructor was still dissatisfied, the staff officer continued:

"The Führer has ordered the expansion of training for new pilots, and we have now recruited more than 10,000 new pilots from other countries who have passed the medical examination."