The Third Reich: I Became Emperor

"The fourth one!"Hartmann looked at the downed fighter plane in front of him with an excited expression on his face.

20 J-5 jet fighters used their high speed to attack the enemy formation, sweeping fiercely and completely disrupting the Allied formation.

"Damn it, regroup."

"No, sir, the enemy plane is too fast, at least 900 kilometers per hour, or even higher."

"Damn, is this their new fighter?"

"Listen to my orders and reorganize the formation."Colonel Miller's face turned pale. He originally thought that the air raid was a sure thing, but now he encountered this situation.

"Ah, help me"

"Damn it, save me"

"Save me!"

"Too fast, sir, we need support."

Various cries for help were heard on the radio, and the communication channel had long been in chaos. Everyone was calling for help, but Colonel Miller didn't care at all.

He never thought that the German army had such advanced fighter planes.

In just ten minutes, more than thirty of his own fighter planes were destroyed.

The remaining fighter planes had already been killed in fear.

The 37mm cannon shells hit the P-51, which would definitely destroy the plane and kill the people.

There was not even a chance for an emergency landing.

The remaining TA-152 fighters also cooperated with the attack, slaughtering Allied fighter planes from time to time, while the BF-109 and FW-190 fighters were on the periphery.

Their goal was to surround all Allied fighter planes.

Further away, fifty Stuka bombers were flying, and their target was the anti-aircraft artillery positions on the island.

At this time, in the sky, one Allied fighter plane after another was shot down. The original hundreds of fighter planes were now less than fifty.

The Allied pilots were frightened to death, and many of them only dared to climb desperately and did not dare to fight.

"Sir, let's retreat."At this time, Colonel Miller heard his subordinates' request for retreat.

"Send a telegram to the North African Command, requesting support."Colonel Miller finally decided to ask for help. He knew the importance of Malta. The Germans would never bomb here for no reason.

The only purpose was to capture here and open up a sea rescue channel to Tunisia.

Therefore, he had to hold on to Malta and absolutely not allow it to be lost.

Soon, the North African Command received Colonel Miller's telegram for help. Admiral Patton was stunned for a long time.

"Asking for help? German bombing of Malta? New fighter planes? Speeds of over 900 kilometers per hour, or even higher? Half of the fighter planes have been shot down?"Looking at the contents of the telegram, Admiral Patton was incredulous. Isn't this too much?

Except at the beginning, due to the backward performance of the fighter planes, the Allied fighter planes suffered a disastrous defeat. With the deployment of the P-51 fighter, the situation has changed fundamentally. The German fighter planes have been beaten so badly that they dare not take off.

"Could it be that the German army has developed a new fighter plane?" Admiral Patton frowned slightly.

"Since we are asking for help, it means it is really dangerous. How many fighter jets can we still take off now?"

"We can still take off 500 fighters. The new fighters are still being transported at sea and will take at least half a month to arrive."The combat staff said quickly.

"All take off, we must completely destroy the enemy."Admiral Patton said nonchalantly.

At this time, the production capacity of American fighters has reached its peak, with a monthly production capacity of no less than 5,000 fighters of all types. The loss of only a few hundred aircraft is still bearable, so Admiral Patton doesn't care at all.

"Yes!"

On the other side, Colonel Miller was completely defeated and fled with the remaining ten fighters.

P-The 51 fighters had no advantage over the J-5. Their speed and firepower were nothing compared to the J-5. They could only fly at high altitudes, but were eventually caught up and blown up.

At this point, the Allied fighter pilots were completely shut down. The remaining fighters no longer followed orders and broke through and retreated, not even daring to return to the island.

""Oh my God, I shot down five fighter planes." A J-5 pilot said excitedly. He didn't expect that he could shoot down so many fighter planes in one day.

"Captain, we have shot down at least 20 planes, and the total number of planes shot down has reached 200." The companion next to him said with a smile

"There is no comparison, the captain is too strong."Hartmann has shot down more than 200 fighter planes in total, and can be said to be the first person in air combat.

"First cover the bomber formation's bombing, then retreat. Enemy reinforcements should be coming."

"Yes!"

At this time, the Mediterranean Sea had completely fallen into the hands of the Allies. It was impossible to hide an action like this from the Allies. The only way was to slowly consume the enemy and make them dare not attack.

In the sky, the Stuka bomber formation that came slowly began to frantically bomb the anti-aircraft artillery positions on the ground. For a time, the island of Malta was caught in the flames of war.

P.S. Sorry, I got up late, mainly because I was too tired. I had to finish two chapters of both books before 9:30, even if I didn't eat breakfast!