Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 505: Retaliation (Part 1)

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"They're back again! Hide, go back to the air-raid trenches!" Major Bertrand yelled, pointing at several girls who were bandaging the wounded.

These girls are nurses at the Saint Mary’s Hospital in France, and one of them is in a relationship with a correspondent at the air station.

Today was the weekend, and the girl came to the airport to play with some good colleagues. The female nurses seemed to be looking forward to meeting some handsome and romantic French pilots.

Major Bertrand only felt a little funny at the time. The girls were obviously looking for the wrong place. Where is there any handsome and romantic stuff in the 65th Colonial Reconnaissance Squadron? There are only a group of forty-year-olds with alcoholic beards. Sloppy uncle.

This flying team has a long history. It is the first flying unit established in the French colony, equipped with six light reconnaissance aircraft. Basically, they are all improved models from civilian aircraft, but in terms of performance, they are not satisfactory.

Farmman is good at designing long-range light transport aircraft. The 65th Squadron is equipped with the company’s products. The F350 is a two-seater model of the famous F230 light aircraft. The former was created in the early 1930s. A number of world long-distance flight records are well-known in the world, and the F430 is a famous light transport aircraft used by the French military to perform trans-Mediterranean flight missions, transporting personnel and communications from the mainland to bases in French Tunisia.

These two aircraft were introduced into French Indochina as liaison aircraft. After trial, they were found to be suitable for border reconnaissance aircraft. After installing some self-defense weapons, they were allotted to the sixth Fifteenth Squadron.

These airplanes have been around for some years. The one with the earliest production date is eight years old, but the French crew maintains it well, and all airplanes maintain their flying capabilities.

During this time, the situation on the border has become increasingly tense, and it seems that a war may break out. This caused the uncles of the 65th Squadron, whose fighting spirit had been soaked in alcohol, began to burn.

These pilots, who have been regarded as a shame by the French Air Force by Major Bertrand, are frequently dispatched in civilian aircraft with patches. They fly so wildly, they almost violate all flight safety regulations of the French Air Force. But these fanatics can take a bunch of photos that excite them every time.

For example, once, a certain 430 was almost sticking to the helmets of those Siamese soldiers, passing through the entire marching column, and the panic and distorted faces of the leading officer were even clearly photographed in the camera.

These guys use actions every day, mocking the incompetence of the Royal Siam Air Force.

Major Bertrand felt an ominous premonition. The Chinese have a saying: "Always walk by the river, how can you not wet your shoes?" 】 No matter how powerful the regiment is, there are times when the ship capsizes in the gutter, and during this period the 65th Squadron's performance is a bit too conspicuous. Bertrand believed that if he were the Royal Siam Air Force, he would definitely find an opportunity to retaliate against the 65th Squadron and restore their remaining faces that were about to be stepped into the mud.

The major envisioned that the Siamese might launch ambushes against reconnaissance aircraft from the air and on the ground, because under normal circumstances, the altitude of these aircrafts is very low, generally not more than one kilometer.

So this week, he reminded the pilots under his opponents at the mission briefing every day, so that they must be more careful during the mission, don’t forget to search the sky above their heads, and pay attention to the suspicious looks on the ground. Bush forest.

What he didn't expect was that the Siamese had no intention of ambushing a certain plane. They directly chose to attack the base of the squadron, preparing to take the 65th squadron away.

At present, it seems that the Siamese plan has succeeded. The 65th Squadron did not take any precautions. When the enemy plane dived toward the air station from a high altitude, all six planes were neatly parked beside the runway, rubbing all over their bodies. Clean, like a soldier waiting for the general to inspect it.

There is no fighter squadron stationed at the Shi Sufeng Airport. It is usually a dual-use airport. There is a postal flight to Phnom Penh every day and a round-trip flight from Saigon on Wednesday.

Fortunately, today's postal flight has taken off, so when the bombing occurred, there were not many civilians in the airport except for the local staff.

The Royal Siam Air Force dispatched twelve single-engine bombers. The fuselage was painted with the grass green used by the Siam Air Force. The rudder on the tail was painted with red, white and blue identification stripes. Bertrand had never seen this. According to his judgment, this is the KI-30 that Siam had just bought from Japan.

The dive action of the aircraft is very firm, and the bomb landing is also very precise. This is not like being piloted by a novice, but more like a group of pilots who have received strict training and have actual combat experience.

A French colonial garrison is stationed at the Shisabong Air Station. The force is about two companies. In addition to conventional infantry weapons, they are also equipped with seven Haqikes 1930-type 13.2mm double anti-aircraft. Machine guns and four 25mm Haqikes anti-aircraft guns. This kind of near-ground air defense firepower was also quite ferocious at the time. Once these air defense weapons fully fired, they could weave a dense firepower net on both sides of the runway.

The problem was that the two companies had no chance to fire at all. Two 40-kilogram aerial bombs directly hit the canteen of the air defense company. At that time, except for the soldiers of one squad on duty in the machine gun battle position, the rest 'S officers and soldiers are waiting to receive lunch in the cafeteria. One hundred and seven people were killed on the spot, fourteen were seriously injured, and there were no minor injuries.

The Royal Siam Air Force had obviously been carefully prepared before the attack. In the first wave of bombing, it successfully destroyed the communication room of the air station. All six soldiers and two officers on duty in the communication room were killed. At the same time, the air station commander Colonel Martin and Deputy Commander Gaston, who happened to smoke at the entrance of the communication room, were seriously injured.

After the Siam Air Force’s aircraft destroyed most of the important targets of the base, they did not choose to evacuate quickly, but lowered their altitude, using the 7.7mm forward-firing machine gun and the same caliber in the rear cabin. The self-defense machine gun fired repeatedly at French Air Force personnel on the ground.

Siamese pilots drove the planes to pass the airport from low altitude time and time again, wantonly shooting all the targets they could find. The French could not organize effective resistance at all, they could only run into the runway and the well dug air defense trenches beside the base houses. In the ditch to avoid the opponent's attack, the battle situation was completely one-sided, and the French were beaten to a rage.

The attacker raged over the airport for fifteen minutes, and finally left the already devastated aviation base under the background of billowing black smoke.

The burning wreckage of the plane rises with a column of black smoke that is more than two hundred meters high. It is the smoke that Sporu Squadron saw in the sky. In order to see more clearly, the German three-aircraft formation dived down at high speed.

Then the sharp engine squeal alarmed the survivors at the base. They mistakenly thought that the despicable sneak attackers were making a comeback again. The French air force soldiers who were rescuing the wounded and doing fire fighting in the open space were alerted by the officer. They started to search for concealment, but looking down from the sky, there were French soldiers fleeing everywhere, like a group of frightened ants.

Part of the brave French soldiers finally found a chance to counterattack. They manipulated the anti-aircraft machine gun group around the runway and fired fiercely at the three visitors. Unsuspectingly, the Germans rammed into a barrage made up of red tracer bullets. Fortunately, the soldiers had no fighting enthusiasm, but their skills were not good. Three Messerschmitts rushed at high speed. After the barrage, the three planes were completely unharmed except for the pilot's fright.

"These Frenchmen are shooting at us~IndoMTL.com~sir, what happened?" In order to avoid bullet rain, Lieutenant Nemo did two horizontal scrolling operations in a row, and the altitude dropped at least slightly. Two hundred meters.

"Did the war break out again when we didn't know it?" Lieutenant Sara looked around, checking whether the wings on both sides were injured.

"White number three, white number four, how are you doing?" Sporu asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Nemo reported.

"Me too, they didn't hit me." Sara replied.

"I didn't get shot either." Sporu shook the wing several times.

"We need to figure out what happened? It seems that the airport should have been attacked." Sporu fastened the oxygen mask.

"They may have misidentified people, as they had encountered on the front lines in France at that time. Guys on the ground would often panic and shoot at everything that flew over." Nemo offered his opinion.

"Yes, just like the time you were shot down." Lieutenant Sarah gave his partner a shot without hesitation.

"That time you were also beaten into a colander. If I weren't blocking your side, it would be you who was beaten, this ungrateful fool!" Lieutenant Nemo retorted angrily.

"Okay, shut up all, re-formation, we will now turn back and take a look, pay attention to maintain the height, and try to let them see our logo clearly."

Even through the radio, Major Speru’s voice still makes people feel chilling. Obviously the major was irritated by the headless shooting just now. The two wingmen quickly closed their mouths and secretly thought of the flight. The unknown commander stood praying.

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